The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Naturally, he failed to get a response, Hua Jue had already left.

To the south of Jiangling is Wuling, Liucheng. Sang Yi cut off the roads on the east, west, north, and north sides of Jiangling, leaving only one waterway, and planned to let people evacuate by boat.However, after the five elements of water died, nothing could float on the surface of the water, and all the boats sank to the bottom of the water as soon as they entered the water.

"Is it possible to cross the river by hanging the bridge, connect the boards, and then turn overland?" Sang Yi asked.

The subordinate replied: "Yes."

There is only a broken cable bridge left in disrepair in the back road. The Fengzi army under the name of the Lord of Jiangling opened the way, climbed everywhere and paved the road, and then escorted women, children, old and young to leave. The rest were young men and those who refused to leave. woman.

Hua Jue didn't leave either.The little phoenix was burned in the fire, and its snow-white feathers were all burnt to black. Hua Jue carefully sheared it and kept it in her sleeves. One person, one bird, one cat lived in a shed in the mountains, and the same as the doctor in the medical hall. Dr. Shao took care of the patients together and was ready to support the soldiers under the name of the city lord at any time.

In such a calm time now, Hua Jue couldn't help doubting whether Mr. Sang's decision was correct, but a few days later, Sang Yi called him over, leaving only the two of them, and told him: "The imperial decree has arrived, the young emperor He listened to the words of the voodoo master and asked us for someone, Biyu, guess who it is?"

Hua Jue froze for a moment: "Is it... me?"

Sang Yi didn't say it clearly, but just reached out and touched his head: "No matter who it is, we will not hand it over. Our worries back then were right. Witchcraft and witchcraft will harm the country. If it is solved earlier, we will not hand it over. There is something like today."

Hua Jue was a little anxious: "How can this be, sir, if you want to fight, just hand me over. I—"

Sang Yi interrupted him: "Jiyu, you don't understand, whether there is you or not, this battle is always going to be fought. This matter is not a whim of His Majesty, it is a breakdown of the balance between Ziwei Terrace and the courtiers for more than 20 years , as long as there is a disturbance, no matter which side, it is impossible to stay as peacefully as before, and it will be a decisive battle."

Hua Jue was stunned: "But the wind is blowing..."

Sang Yi slightly nodded: "It's Wumei. The fact that Wumei became a national teacher is the last straw we give to the Qing Palace."

Hua Jue stopped talking, Sang Yi wanted him to follow, but he just shook his head and whispered, "Just let me stay here, sir."

"Why?" Sang Yi asked, "Ji Yu, fighting a war is not an interesting thing. You are weak, so you may not be able to keep up with us."

Hua Jue said: "I will see a doctor, and I will take care of the wounded together with Dr. Shao."

Sang Yi looked at him.

Hua Jue murmured: "I still... have to wait for someone to go home. I had a quarrel with him."

Sang Yi stopped asking, and just said: "Okay, then you remember to protect yourself. When you go to battle to kill the enemy, even I can't take care of you, you know?"

Hua Jue nodded quickly, agreeing.

The Grass Witch and her party were rejected from Jiangling City. Even though they cast spells to remove the three flavors of water, fire, wood and five elements, they were still unable to enter.When Xuanlong left the city again, he asked directly: "What do you want?"

"Judge's pen." The grass ghost replied.

Xuanlong's tone was calm: "I know where the judge's pen is, and I will give it to you, as long as you leave Jiangling."

The grass ghost sneered: "Master Xiaofeng, do you think we are as easy to deceive as three-year-old children? The function of the judge's pen requires not only the pen, but also Hua Jue's own blood. We need the judge's pen, and we also need the This person Jue. Ning Qing made a fortune against the fate back then, we should let this situation reappear in the world, and the most important thing is to reappear it in front of Your Majesty."

Xuan Long said coldly: "You are dreaming."

The grass hag held up something in her hand to show him.It was a book, divided into two volumes, Yin and Yang, with his familiar aura, Ning Qing's aura on it.There is no title, the first volume is a full parallel prose, and the whole article denounces the crime of the judge's pen, while the first volume records the function and use of the judge's pen in detail, including the thoughts of a person who condensed half his life.

It was a book written by Ning Qing before his death.At that time he said: "I don't know what to do, but there is only one thing to do now: I am dead, this pen will continue to harm the world, and I haven't found a way to destroy it, so I will write a book about it." The biography is sealed, hoping to warn future generations."

At that time, the integrity of the Qing Palace was at the end of its strength, and Taoist Huhua left first because of his different ways. Before he died, he didn't tell anyone about this matter, he only told Wumei, and then wiped his memory off.

However, the others did not give up. They dug his tomb and dragged out the body to check. They saw that the body of the fortune teller had turned into ashes, and there were only the fragrant flowers and plants in the coffin, as well as a pen and a book.

Ning Qing was confused all her life, and in the end, she still made a big mistake.

The grass ghost said coldly: "Don't say that I reversed the five elements, and the flower protector can peek at the astrolabe. Does anyone really see these two miraculous actions? Those pigs and ants, they can only see Ning Qing I can change my fate, I only know that he is the most powerful person in Qing Palace. Huhua doesn't care about it, I can't care about it, he is an ordinary person, but his fate is better, he can use the magic weapon to bluff, how can he Is there a penny worthy of praise?"

Xuanlong smiled lowly: "Good fate? Do you think his fate is good?"

"Is his life bad? If he is obedient, the emperor favors him, he has all the money, and even the entire Qing Palace will be his, what troubles will he have?" The grass ghost looked at him coldly, "He In this life, if the child named Hua Jue is willing to think about what to write, how could he be so stupid as to let us have time to do it? His good life is lost in his own hands."

Xuan Long said: "I would rather he be an ordinary person."

"That's natural, Mr. Xiaofeng, you are an omnipotent god—" standing in front of him is still a puppet talking, the black dragon has already left the city, and can once again drive the hidden water in the air, he gave a low drink , this time without waiting for those red Gu worms to jump up, they smashed them into the puppet's body.

The puppet shattered, and said dryly: "Of course I don't care if he is an ordinary person or not. It's just that I am a mortal, but I am envious." The puppet's speech speed became faster and faster, as if mocking, "He can hide for a while, but he can't hide for a lifetime , do you think how long it will take for the news to reach the capital when I copy the contents of this book to His Majesty? As we all know, our Holy Majesty is notoriously suspicious and hostile. If he knew that there is such a treasure as the judge's pen , let alone Jiangling, the entire south and south of the Yangtze River can be penetrated."

Xuanlong looked at the twisted and struggling figure on the ground, but showed a pitiful smile: "Send the letter to Beijing? You know that the channels in all directions of Jiangling have been cut off, and it will take ten days at the earliest to send the letter to Beijing?"

"I know, it's all done by that son of a bitch named Sang. But what can you do in these 20 days?"

Xuanlong didn't respond, but there was still such a pitiful smile in his eyes: "The treasure in the world is not just like the judge's pen. I'm afraid you have forgotten who I am."

"what?"

"What? What is that dragon doing? He's gone north! My lord, he's gone north!"

The terrified voice from the puppet has gone away, Xuanlong doesn't care, he doesn't look back, he turns into a dragon shape, and walks away on the wind. distance.The river reversed, the stream reversed, the clouds rolled, and they followed him loyally with Jiao Ling. He passed the noisy downtown at low altitude, passed one city and one mountain village after another, circling and roaring, from Jiangling all the way north to Beijing, and finally turned back Going home, until half of the world witnessed the miracle of Qingtian Xianlong.

"Fairy!"

The capital was full of turmoil, and everyone knelt outside the city to worship, staring intently at the clean clouds in the sky.

"By my name, the people of Kyushu all come to pay homage. My name is Xiaofeng."

On Ziwei Terrace, the short Taoist confronted a group of people who were eyeing tigers, with no loss of momentum.Suddenly, he raised his head and looked out through the golden lacquered beams of the palace. There was nothing outside, but he seemed to have sensed something, and asked softly: "...Jiaofeng?"

This is a real blame game. Before the emperor heard about the judge's pen, he first heard about the Jiangling Dragon God.No one knows what the consequences will be, except that a young man's fate was quietly changed by the gods and passed on to himself.Wumei throws a handful of Liuyao money to settle for Hua Jue, only to see the same request, all the Yao positions requested have been reversed and returned to their original positions, everything went smoothly and peacefully.

Wumei blinked his eyes, and there were no traces in the sky.

"Appearing in front of mortals without authorization is against the rules of heaven, do you know it or not?"

Three hundred thunderbolts fell immediately after, and where they passed, heavy rain poured down.Xuanlong brought the rain back to the south along the way, temporarily moistening this dry and dying land.When the last thunder fell, he stopped guarding against the wind and let his body, which could no longer feel the pain, fall heavily, and fell in front of the courtyard where he and Hua Jue used to be.

This is Jiangling, he likes this place so much, as much as Huajue, and now he is going home.

In the mist, he only heard Hua Jue's voice, and suddenly saw a Qingjun figure in red running towards him.

"Will you wait for me?"

But he didn't say anything, so he didn't know anything.

The black dragon's eyes were tightly closed, and it lay lifelessly at the door of Hua's house. It was finally discovered by everyone and dragged away to the mountain in horror.

Hua Jue heard about this and was giving medicine to Xiao Fenghuang. When she went out, the sky was gloomy and she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.

"There's a dragon! It's so big—it's so long," someone else gestured to him, his tone still terrified, "Mr. Hua Xiao, it's said that you've got rid of dragons on Heji Mountain, is this one okay?"

When Hua Jue saw Xuanlong, she knelt down, hugged his cold dragon head tightly, and stroked it carefully.When others asked him what, he just shook his head with sobs and didn't say a word.

"This is a real dragon." Several people from the older generation still stayed in Jiangling, discussing to fetch water, and watered Xuanlong day and night.

Little Phoenix was injured, Xuanlong was also unconscious, and everyone in Jiangling knew that there was such a god.Fortunately, there are good people here. After the initial panic and fear passed, some people killed their own pigs, made more than a dozen barrels of pork, and brought them to Huajue's shed with difficulty, wanting him to feed them to the people who did not wake up. Dragon God.

Hua Dabao wandered around Xuanlong every day, and from time to time grabbed a blood-red bug under his scales, and then angrily crushed it.

"What are you doing?" Hua Jue hugged the huge dragon head in her arms, wanting him to hear, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, "Why are you hurt like this? You are always so unreasonable, just saying nothing Ran……"

Hua Jue remembered the first time he saw Xuanlong again. On the same day, Xuanlong, covered in blood, stepped into the courtyard of the hospital and hugged him tightly in his arms.

What did he do then?

He remembered that time when Xuanlong brought back a phoenix tear for him, but how would he know that this dragon is still like this and how many things it has done for him?

Dr. Shao shook his head beside him: "How to treat a lightning injury, Xiao Huaer, you should know it well. Who is this god, I think you also know it. I don't ask, but apart from the lightning injury, there are thousands of wounds in his body. Striped Gu worms are more deadly than lightning injuries. There is a cure, but it hurts a bit, would you like it?"

Hua Jue just knelt down for him: "I am willing, please tell me, Grandpa Shao, please tell me."

"Pull the scales and dissect the flesh, make the Gu worms bathe in the sun and die." The old doctor said.

Hua Jue took a deep breath: "I see."

In this way, the medical hall welcomed the most honorable and largest guest: an ancient black dragon. The 28 medicine boys were all in place, carefully cut open the scales of key parts with burnt knives, and pulled out the small insects along the veins.Relying on superb medical skills, the doctor worked day and night, accurately guessing the musculature and skeleton of the dragon, so that the treatment process could end as soon as possible.

During this period, Xuanlong occasionally became conscious, screaming and struggling.Hua Jue hugged his head tightly as before, and whispered: "Brother Xie Feng, it's me, I'm here." Xuanlong often didn't move.

Just in the past few days, the scouts learned of the movement of soldiers in the north, and rushed back to report to Sang Yi: "The young emperor ordered Jiangling to hand over the falling dragon. If he refuses, the evil spirits will be wiped out."

Sang Yi responded, and asked again: "Where are those witches and Gu masters?"

The scout said: "Because the road is closed, it is still in the mountains outside Jiangling City."

Sang Yi said: "Set fire to the mountain, don't run away. The whole army is on alert, and the gods are not allowed to be profaned. We will never hand over that dragon. Today is a dragon. Tomorrow, your Majesty will say whatever Qinggong people say." If you can believe it, the common people don’t want to live a peaceful life.”

The scout hesitated: "Do you want to guard?"

Sang Yi said coldly: "If you don't guard, we will fight out, and we have already torn face with Qinggong. This is the real side of the Qing emperor."

The catastrophe of war was imminent, Jiangling refused to hand over the falling dragon, the young emperor was furious, and sent troops south overnight, and the flames of war raged along the way.All the people in Jiangling City who could be evacuated had already withdrawn. Sang Yi went aggressively and took the initiative to attack, ordering to defend Jiangling to the death, using this place as the last line of defense.Sang Yi lived up to the reputation of having no defeats in the past, and joined forces with the king's soldiers and horses to go north together, advancing triumphantly all the way.Hua Jue packed Xuanlong in a big box and followed the army to the north.

The only change happened in Jiangzhou.

Xie Ran secretly recuperated at the Rong family's home in Jiangzhou, but the Rong family was denounced by spies, and Habayashiro took them away after a round trip.He threatened Sang Yi with hostages and asked Sang Yi to withdraw his troops in exchange for Xuan Long.

"Master Sang, are you still fighting?"

Sang Yi's expression remained unchanged when he heard the news, and he said coldly: "Hit! He's dead. After I kill these people, I will go with him. If we are still together, what can others do to me?"

Once a war broke out, the clouds in the sky were also stained with a lingering bloody smell, and even drinking water was bitter.Hua Jue didn't close his eyes for several nights, and stayed by Xuanlong's side all the time. From time to time, wounded soldiers came to the rear, with broken hands and feet, and blood flowed like rivers.Hua Jue, who didn't even kill chickens since she was a child, was able to endure the discomfort of her body to treat patients. One day, when Sang Yi returned to the camp, she was shot by an arrow in her right shoulder, and the shoulder was poisoned. , although using the judge's pen can restore people as soon as possible, but at that moment seeing Sang Yi's haggard and pale side, Hua Jue seemed to have been stung by a poisonous bee, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

Sang Yi said: "I'm fine."

Hua Jue also affirmed: "It's okay, it's definitely okay."

Sang Yi let him bandage up his wound, got up and took out half of the blood-stained jade pendant from his sleeve, and handed it to him: "Your city master will be fine, he is the eldest son of Xie, and his whole body can be affected by a single hair. Dare to take this risk. It’s just that we are leaving tomorrow, and I don’t know when I will be able to return to Jiangling. If you can see him, then give him this jade pendant.”

Hua Jue took the jade pendant, still with a dazed expression, and Sang Yi smiled when she saw it, and came over to pat his head again: "Also tell him, I will write Lu Yu's Song of Six Enviments in my obituary, and I will also write it in my obituary." I want a beautiful singer to sing it for me. I don’t envy anyone in my life, I just feel that I have lived a good enough life, and I want to do it again in my next life.”

Hua Jue suppressed tears, nodded and said, "Okay."

He didn't know how to get back to the tent, listening to the whining horns outside, feeling sad in his heart, he only felt that as long as he could survive tonight, he would be able to spend the rest of his life.Hua Jue lowered her head, wiped her eyes habitually, and realized that she had no more tears.

He couldn't cry. In the tragic reality, the love between children has become insignificant, and life and death are the big things.During the day, he and Dr. Shao worked hard to rescue the wounded. Those who could be saved survived, and those who couldn't were watched helplessly.In the evening, he returned to his residence with his numb body, and could only lie down quietly beside Xuanlong, and whispered to the sleeping person what happened to him today.Hua Dabao was by his side, licking the regrown feathers for Little Phoenix every day.

On this day, Hua Jue persistently told Xuanlong in sleepiness: "Brother Xiaofeng, seventeen more patients came here today. Doctor Shao said that they should all be cured, and the judge's pen is also very useful for saving people."

"Mr. Sang said that the reinforcements are coming soon. Let us not be afraid. I am not afraid, but I am afraid that one day he will not come back."

"Brother Xiaofeng, I am 20 years old today and I am an adult." Hua Jue whispered, "I was not sensible before, but I will become more sensible in the future. I want you to crown my hair for me. When will I be able to wait?"

After a long time, he was almost falling asleep when he heard a hoarse reply in the darkness.

"You can't crown your hair, and you can't go out of Jiangling. Don't forget, remember to keep that little fat bird by your side."

Xuanlong turned over and gently embraced him, the bloody smell still lingered in his throat.Hua Jue woke up immediately, and when she got up, she found that Xuanlong had lit the lamp and was able to get out of bed and walk around.

He stared blankly at him.

Xuan Long looked at him tenderly, but the look in his eyes made him feel a little strange.Hua Jue hurriedly got off the bed, trying to hold him back, but Xuan Long carried him back to the bed and covered him with the quilt.

Xuanlong said in a low voice: "Twenty years old, I will be really obedient once. This battle has been fought for too long, and I don't know when it will end like this."

Hua Jue didn't make a sound.

Xuanlong reached into the quilt to touch it, and wiped away the traces of moistness on his face: "There are always some things that we need to protect, don't you think so, Hua Jue?"

Hua Jue wiped her eyes: "I want...I want to protect you. Don't...don't..."

"I want to protect you." Xuanlong said warmly, "You, Hua Dabao, and this useless parrot. You like Mr. Sang—although I have never liked him very much, and there are others. I know you think the same as I do, don't you?"

Hua Jue was speechless, just nodded indiscriminately, then stretched out her hand to grab him, choked up and said, "Brother Xiaofeng."

Xuan Long took his hand away and touched his cheek: "My baby has to learn to grow up, right?"

Hua Jue fought back her tears, nodded again, and only asked him, "When are you coming back?"

Xuanlong said: "I will come back, if you don't come next summer, you don't have to wait for me."

Hua Jue shook her head: "The next summer, I will give you another year."

Xuanlong smiled: "Okay."

When Xuanlong left, it was the most difficult time for the battle. He hid the truth from Sang Yi and others, and went to Beijing by himself, asking the young emperor to stop the war.The troops of Zhengwang and Fengziying kept pushing to the edge of the Yellow River before forcing Shaodi to withdraw his troops and return to Beijing, to the north of Miyun.

Xie Ran was also released and was temporarily protected by King Zheng.

Sang Yi said, "I can't retreat."

Report from the front: "Lord Sang, His Majesty's troops have withdrawn, and all the soldiers want to return home."

King Zheng also sent an envoy to say, "Please withdraw your troops quickly."

King Zheng was in the capital, including Xie Ran, life and death were at stake, and they were all related to the movements of their team.Sang Yi knew that it was not easy to persist in such a situation, so he led his troops to withdraw, intending to return to Jiangling.But on the way home, he insisted on ordering the troops under his name not to remove their armor, not to let go of their weapons, and not to slacken their posts. Although his subordinates had some criticisms, they all obeyed them out of respect.

Unexpectedly, it was Sang Yi's few orders that saved their lives.Just like the reenactment of King Ziyang's return to Beijing to delegate power 20 years ago, the team led by Sang Yi encountered an ambush on the way back. They gathered patrol troops from the three southern provinces and almost blocked everyone alive in the middle of the road.

Hua Jue only felt that it was getting dark, and there were arrows ringing everywhere in his ears, and swords shining everywhere, but he didn't know where to go. In the midst of the chaos, he only remembered that he was pulled onto the horse by someone, and then it was Sang Yi. Roaring: "Get out! Get out!" The voice seemed to be far away from him, but it was very close to him. A warm arm supported his back, encouraging him to drive away, and then slowly Slowly slipping, dripping wet blood.

It's Mr. Sang.

Sang Yi fell on him and lost consciousness.Hua Jue panicked, fearing that he would fall off the horse, so she turned around and pulled him tightly, letting the horse lead them to run wildly.The back road was blocked, and what was waiting for them in the front road, Hua Jue heard the sound of the sword cutting through the flesh behind her, as if her own heart was also pierced, and shouted: "Mr. Sang—"

"Take Sang Yi away, his head is worth 1 taels! Don't let him run away!"

Immediately after that, there was another saber light, and Hua Jue heard a muffled groan from the person behind him, and warm blood splashed on his body.Hua Jue tightly protected the young man behind her, and looked back, only to feel that her eyes were blood red and her vision was a little blurred.There are lights everywhere, and there is not even a voice from a companion.Seeing another black shadow approaching, Hua Jue didn't even think about it, and angrily said: "Go away!" At the same time, she stretched out her ink pen and wrote down the word "broken".

In the turmoil of his mind, he wrote a stroke of broken characters. I don't know whether he wrote faster or spoke faster. There was a sound of people turning on their backs behind him, and there was a scream when he saw his own body shattered.

No one caught up anymore, Hua Jue didn't look back, his whole body was trembling, seeing that the Jiangling city gate that was about to arrive seemed to be thousands of feet away, he galloped over on his horse, and when the familiar scene came into his eyes, he When he was brought to the empty city lord's mansion, Sang Yi suddenly couldn't breathe.

The city gate was closed, and the good-looking accountant was lying on the horseback, his whole body was cold.Hua Jue didn't even have the strength to help him down, she just knelt on the ground and trembled unceasingly.

"Mr. Sang...Mr. Sang." He reached out to check the pulse of the person in front of him, but he couldn't find any faint trace.He groped to find his pen in his arms, the judge's pen that can determine life and death, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold it.

He wrote: Peace sir.

Mr. Sang is safe.

The invisible strokes were engraved stroke by stroke on the wet and soft mud floor, Hua Jue almost bit his lips to bleed, but before writing halfway, his hand was suddenly empty, and something made a rattling sound.Hua Jue looked down, at first she didn't realize anything, she only knew that the object she was holding was cut short out of thin air, and stuck straight into the soil.

The judge's pen broke.