Dao Fruit

Lao Kai is just a name. His surname is Kai and his given name is Mo. Qiu Yan first heard of his name from Xiao Jian, the son of Maishan Hou.

At that time, Xiao Jian mentioned this name with some contempt and disdain. Qiu Yan asked the reason, Xiao Jian just said "nothing, just an old soldier".

The other soldiers were not so polite. They said a lot of things, one said he was "afraid of the enemy like a tiger", the other said he was "sneaky like a mouse", and they all said he was "afraid of death", saying that all the soldiers died in the charge, and Lao Kai survived.

This kind of thing can be done by old soldiers, who know how to save their lives on the battlefield, but if they do it too much and unscrupulously, it will inevitably cause disgust from others, and disgust on the battlefield is fatal.

This is undoubtedly the situation that Lao Kai is facing.

In order to survive, he is willing to sacrifice his comrades. After a long time, who will give him a good face? This old Kai was often bullied in the barracks, and was often beaten and kicked, with many wounds on his body.

The time Qiu Yan saw him, it was when Old Kai was beaten up and injured, curled up alone in the tent.

And this time, when he saw him again, he was still seriously injured, much more seriously than last time.

Last time, Qiu Yan felt something in his heart, and his luck was related to him, so he took action directly, passed the true qi to strengthen his qi and blood, and helped him heal his wounds, which really worked immediately, but this time, Old Kai's injuries were more serious, not only his limbs were disabled, but his internal organs were also displaced and ruptured, and he lost most of his life.

Qiu Yan walked up to him, glanced, and noticed that there was a group of yang energy condensing in his chest, with three souls shuttling inside, but the soul shadows were weak and weak.

This was Old Kai's last breath. Once it was dispersed, he would die. In addition to his disabled limbs and dim seven spirits, this soul and yang energy were dispersed. They can only enter the underworld and never return to the world of the living.

When Qiu Yan walked into the camp just now, there were many wounded soldiers along the way. He glanced at them and roughly saw the ups and downs of the yang energy of the people. Although they were all in a state of blood and qi decline, they were not like Lao Kai. Only his last breath was left hanging.

In addition, you can see that Lao Kai's body was covered with wounds, all of which were cut by swords and knives. He was bleeding and his flesh was blurred. It was obvious that he had gone through a fierce battle. Just from the density of the wounds, you can imagine how tragic it was at that time.

Thinking about it, Qiu Yan asked again: "Although this barracks is newly built, the location is excellent, the camp is well-equipped, and the interior layout is orderly. It is obvious that it has been planned in advance. I believe that your army has long expected that the enemy will attack the camp and has been prepared. Why are there so many wounded soldiers?"

This is not Qiu Yan's assumption that getting the news in advance can reduce casualties, but from the layout of the camp, it is clear that they are waiting for the enemy to arrive. They must have advanced far first and then advanced. The enemy was cavalry, so once their spirit was worn out, they would naturally retreat.

To put it bluntly, the purpose of this barracks was to defend the city, not to annihilate the enemy. As long as they delay the time and wait for Xiao Lan to return, the situation will change immediately, and the attacking troops will die here with the help of the inside and outside.

In this situation, the probability of encounters and hand-to-hand combat is not high, and even if there are casualties, it should not be so tragic.

With such thoughts, coupled with the involvement of luck, Qiu Yan naturally discovered something strange.

This question was quite euphemistic, and a little magical power was used in the words. Although it was suppressed by the blood pressure, it was enough to affect the doctor alone.

The doctor felt dazed for a moment, and unconsciously told the truth--

"The bandits attacked the camp, and the army had indeed been prepared, but in order to prevent the news from leaking out, it was difficult for the fire chief and below to know, so no one told Lao Kai. When the time came, everyone received the order and deliberately concealed Lao Kai. When the bandits rushed over, Lao Kai's team was responsible for blocking and luring them, but they did not expect that the enemy army also had masters, who did not retreat but advanced directly to the center of the army. Lao Kai's men were severely injured, and he himself was hit by several arrows. Thinking that he would die, he risked his life to fight with others and saved several people."

Listening and listening , Qiu Yan shook his head, understood the key, and sighed: "The infighting in the army costs lives."

The doctor shuddered, came to his senses, recalled what he had just said, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He nodded a few times and said: "Before Lao Kai fell into a coma, he mentioned many times that he wanted to see you before he died..."

At this time, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the side: "This... This is the champion."

The person who spoke was also injured, not far from Lao Kai, lying on the ground, his right arm was covered with gauze and stained with black blood.

With Qiu Yan's memory, he clearly remembered the man's face and knew that this person had been present when he came to the barracks before. He was one of the people who laughed at Lao Kai.

At the moment, this person looked pale and spoke weakly.

"Mr. Zhuangyuan... please save Lao Kai. If he hadn't taken the knife for me, he wouldn't have been injured to such an extent." This man opened his mouth and actually asked for help for Lao Kai. He remembered the situation when Qiu Yan transferred his true energy that day, and knew Qiu Yan's ability, so he said this.

This statement woke up several people nearby. Seeing Qiu Yan, they all pleaded for Lao Kai, releasing quite complex emotional changes, which were captured by Qiu Yan and taken into his heart and settled.

"Between life and death, there are countless changes."

Shaking his head, Qiu Yan squatted down, raised his hand and pressed on Lao Kai's chest, carefully passing a little true energy and blood, not hurriedly, and dared not inject too much.

Lao Kai's body is too weak now, like a candle in the wind, his whole life is stretched to the limit, a slightly stronger wind and waves will extinguish the candle, and a slight negligence can break his heartstrings.

Even with Qiu Yan's ability, if he wants to cure Lao Kai, it will take some effort. It cannot be achieved overnight. He must cooperate with his cultivation and supplement it with medicinal materials. Only then can there be hope.

This requires the other party to have the desire to survive. According to this injury, Lao Kai will not survive at all. The reason why he can survive is the breath of his heart and a thought in his heart. Once this thought is gone, Da Luo Shenxian He couldn't be saved either.

"Well..."

With a groan, Lao Kai's body was filled with true energy, and his flesh and blood gradually warmed up. He opened his eyes again, but his face was dull, and his pupils were dilated and out of focus. It took a while before they regained focus.

After he saw Qiu Yan's face clearly, his eyes suddenly glowed with light, and his pale and shriveled cheeks turned rosy again, with faint signs of flesh and blood.

When Qiu Yan saw this, he secretly thought something was wrong. He knew that it was a sign of returning to the past, and that he was completely squeezing out his limited vitality. It is never advisable to overdraw the last bit of life.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and life itself has its limits. If you are overdrafted, you will get closer and closer to the limit.

"Like..." He opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse. But he recovered a lot in just one breath, "Master Zhuangyuan, I finally see you again."

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "Don't talk too much, calm down your mind, feel the flow of energy in your body, and stabilize your vitality first. Strengthen your roots and cultivate your vitality."

"No... there is no need to go to such trouble. My time has come, and this is my destiny. It's finally time to rest, and I can reunite with my former brothers, but..."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand covered with gauze. Ignoring the doctor's obstruction, he reached into his arms and took out a cloth bag soaked in blood.

This cloth bag was square and dirty. It was stained with blood and had an unpleasant stench due to frequent touching.

But Lao Kai held the cloth bag with a solemn expression on his face. There was also a little luster in his eyes, and his emotions and thoughts gradually changed.

According to the rules, others cannot take away the soldier's belongings even when he is seriously injured, just in case of death. It can also be used to identify things, or to return things to family members.

Therefore, no one else knew about this cloth bag, and if Lao Kai died just like that. It will also be given to his family. If there is no family, there is another way to deal with it.

"I, Lao Kai, don't understand any big principles, but I have done some things in my life. My family was originally in the north of Hebei Road. Unfortunately, the Hu disaster happened. Only my second brother and I survived."

While talking, Lao Kai handed the cloth bag to Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan didn't care about the dirt at all and accepted it.

"Because my family was broken up by barbarians, I wanted to take revenge, so I joined the army and met many brothers. Counting the years, it's almost ten years..."

As he spoke, his expression became more and more excited, but a little mist slowly filled his eyes. Then, he turned his eyes and fell on the cloth bag.

"In ten years, I am the only one left, but my desire for revenge has not changed. It seems that I will not survive. The hope of our old brothers' lives is left to you."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became quieter——

"The imperial court is always unable to catch the Hu people when they fight against them. I just hope that the things in this book can be useful. My second brother and I have both read a little bit of books. I can barely write or draw this thing... Even if it is said to be... I accept that you are a coward and a waste, I just want things to be useful."

At the end of the sentence, his eyes were full of longing, staring at Qiu Yan. At some point, his hand tightly grasped the wrist that Qiu Yan used to lift.

Qiu Yan opened the cloth bag and took out a dirty book from it. After opening it, his pupils suddenly shrank and his luck fluctuated violently!

Then, he lowered his head to look at Lao Kai, nodded, and said with a smile: "It will be of great use to pacify Northern Xinjiang, so this book is here!"

"It's useful! It's useful!" After hearing this, Lao Kai twitched the corners of his mouth, but his voice was a little unclear, and tears welled up in his eyes, "That's good, it's useful. I'm tired too. The Number One Scholar must not save me anymore. , let me have a good rest, actually I am most unhappy and don’t like to be scolded..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand loosened, but his eyes did not close.

Qiu Yan stretched out his hand, closed his eyes for him, and then sighed.

"He is indeed a veteran."

While he was talking, a gust of cold wind blew up, blowing a few pages of the book in his hand. As the pages turned, what appeared were ugly handwriting and slightly out of shape lines, with vague shadows of mountains, rivers, and grasslands. .

boom!

In Qiu Yan's soul, the prototype of the third classic suddenly jumped out!

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