The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

Mu Zhiming was full of doubts about Xiao Ren's appearance in the frontier. He went downstairs again after a while, but Xiao Ren was no longer in the inn. Mu Zhiming asked the innkeeper, and the innkeeper replied, "Ah? That guest just now? ? He left after a meal without staying overnight.

Mu Zhiming returned to the house after thanking him, feeling more and more confused.

At this time, Xiao Ren rode his horse out of the village, all the way to the border of the two countries, crossed the oasis lake, and after half a column of incense, a group of merchants from Gouji who had set up camp there appeared in the desert Gobi.

Xiao Ren met with the head of the trader in a small tent. The head of the trader took out a small red sandalwood box, opened it, and found three small black pills lying inside.

"Is this the medicine?" Xiao Ren narrowed his eyes, "So small, three pills are worth a thousand dollars?"

The head of the trader said in lame Dajin language: "Suoshenghun, herbal medicine, do you know? It's only around here, it's precious, this medicine is made from that herbal medicine!"

Xiao Ren snapped his tongue: "Tsk tsk tsk."

The head of the trader was still saying: "The man eats it, protects the heart, the body is healthy, and it can resist hundreds of poisons!"

Xiao Ren keenly captured what information and asked, "Can't women eat?"

The head of the trader said: "It can also protect the heart, but after a woman takes it, she is infertile for three years. So many questions, do you buy it or not?"

"Buy it, how could you not buy it if you were asked to do so, all the money is ready." Xiao Ren smiled slyly, "But apart from these three pills, I would like to ask you to buy another one.

grain. "

"Okay, money." The head of Gouji's merchant was also unequivocal. "Would you change the line with the news?" Xiao Ren laughed, "It's definitely worthwhile news."

The head of the merchant: "What news."

Xiao Ren leaned over and approached, the fire from the tent swayed on his face, making his facial features sinister and terrifying, he said in a low voice: "Gu Heyan, do you know this person? Commander of the Rongyan Army, let me tell you a live capture. His method, if you tell this news to the Great Khan Gouji, won't you be able to exchange for countless glory and wealth?"

He smiled slyly, thinking that he was just passing by that small village by chance, who would have bumped into Yulin General Gu Heyan, and he had observed carefully, except for the little boy who didn't seem to know martial arts by Gu Heyan's side , no one else.

Xiao Ren felt that he was really lucky. If he got this extra pill, if he sold it in the capital, he would not be able to make a lot of money!

"Can you change it? This news will change you a pill." Xiao Ren winked at the head of the Gouji trader.

The Gouji merchant thought for a moment, then nodded: "Change."

In the village inn, the moonlight was cool outside the wing room, and the candles on the wooden table in the wing room flickered slightly. Mu Zhiming sat at the table and pondered on the Gouji character rubbed from the stone, and suddenly shivered.

Gu Heyan standing by the side silently stood up and closed the window, then turned to look at Mu Zhiming: "Get some rest early."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming nodded, he put down the rubbings in his hand, remembered the incident with Xiao Ren today, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, "Let's go back to the barracks after finding the old woman tomorrow."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

After a night of light sleep, the dream was startling. In the afternoon of the next day, after lunch, the two found the dilapidated ancestral temple at the end of the village and walked two steps forward.

Family.

The male host welcomed the two of them into the house and said, "I'm sorry, my grandma is in a bad mood and only wants to see one person."

Mu Zhiming hurriedly said, "It's a great honor for the old man to be willing to see us, so let me see her."

The male host nodded and led Mu Zhiming into the inner room. The inner room was not big, the windows were clear and transparent, and there were many ornaments unique to the Gouji people hanging around. An old woman with gray hair was wrapped in a thick crimson red Zoro, sitting on a blue-and-white cloud-patterned cushion, next to a charcoal brazier.

Mu Zhiming knew at a glance that this mother-in-law was the person he was looking for, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Old man."

The mother-in-law's voice was old and slow but kind: "child, why did you come to me?"

Mu Zhiming said: "I like to learn about the customs of various places, so I went around to collect folk customs. I came across this place on this trip and saw the large engraved stone at the entrance of the village. I am very interested. I would like to ask you for advice."

The old woman looked at Mu Zhiming. Although her eyelids were drooping and wrinkled, her eyes were not cloudy at all. She smiled and said, "Child, you lied."

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and saluted, and said sternly: "Maid of the Ministry of Rites, the emperor's envoy, Mu Zhiming, came here for the cause of the war between the two countries. I urge the old man to enlighten me and answer any doubts."

"Envoy..." When the old woman heard these two words, her hands trembled slightly because of her excitement, and she sighed long, "I thought I would never hear it again in my life."

I see these two words..."

She slowly stretched out her right hand, untied the bracelet from her old wrist, and handed it to Mu Zhiming with trembling hands: "Child, look, do you know what this is?"

Mu Zhiming took it with both hands respectfully, and saw that the bracelet was made of blood-colored agate beads and gold beads, strung together by a crimson rope, and the gold beads were shining under the rising sun, and the gold beads were engraved with Gouji characters, he was stunned: " Could it be that this is the world's treasure of Gou Ji, the eighteen-child bracelet of blood beads, I heard that it has been lost for many years, and no one knows where it is

what. "

The old woman smiled happily: "Yes, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable at such a young age. This was given to my grandfather's family by the Great Balak Khan. He escaped here when he was young. Hide him first. In order to protect him, my grandfather also broke a hand, and Balak Khan gave this bracelet to my grandfather as a token of gratitude." Saying that, the old woman seemed to be lost in memory, and she raised her head and raised her head. Sighing, "Back then, how close was Gouji's relationship with Dajin, how lively our village is, but now, hey..."

Sad sigh, the years lingered back many years ago, no one knows where the prejudice began to spread.

It may be because of the mercenary guards in Baicheng, but when Gouji people enter Baicheng, they will be charged a very high entry fee.

It may be because the unkind and unjust county magistrate in Baicheng, relying on the sky high and the emperor far away, raises taxes, the local people take five out of ten, and they directly call out seven out of ten when treating aliens.

It may also be because the arrogant prefect who came down to inspect, saw the aliens and said contemptuously: "The barbarian small country, coveting me to be prosperous in the Jin Dynasty."

Contradiction accumulates, accumulates and accumulates again. When tolerance is no longer there and only narrow prejudices remain, everything will eventually erupt.

When Mu Zhiming knew the reason and left, the old woman asked Mu Zhiming with a trembling voice: "My child, can I still see such a scenery?"

You can also see that the crisp camel bells came from the depths of the distant desert, and the alien songs sung by the caravan echoed in the vast sky. You asked them why they came, and they said: Friend, I came for you.

On the way back to the inn, Mu Zhiming told Gu Heyan about the incident, and Gu Heyan was impressed: "The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in the ant's nest."

Mu Zhiming nodded in agreement: "Exactly...cough..."

Gu Heyan frowned and looked at Mu Zhiming: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because it's a little cold today." Mu Zhiming waved his hand, "We went back to the inn to pack our luggage and head back to the military camp...cough..."

Gu Heyan raised his head and glanced at the sky, only to see that the evening was dark and windy, and he thought that if he hurried on the road at night, he would definitely damage Mu Zhiming's spirit: "Have a night's rest, and leave tomorrow morning."

"But...cough...cough..." Mu Zhiming covered his lips and coughed violently. After a while, he recovered and compromised, "Okay."

It was night, the north wind was blowing, the cold snow covered the yellow sand, and the village was quiet and peaceful. Not far away, a group of Gouji soldiers were galloping on horseback with torches