The sky is high and the clouds are light!
On the endless Gobi Desert, we bid farewell to the Mogao Grottoes, and also bid farewell to Nuwa Xiaoxiao and Feng Lao.
Seeing them embarking on another road, I couldn't help but ask: "You two, won't you come back to Qilin with us?"
"No, brother Jinglan, we have more important tasks to complete..." Nuwa smiled lightly.
"How important is it?" I asked curiously.
But Lao Jiang pulled me hard from behind: "Little bastard, this is not something you can know at your level!"
I could only say "Oh", and my eyes couldn't help but linger on Nuwa's small body.
At this moment, she has returned to the silly girl, completely unlike the God-Slaying Master just now.
Who is this girl?
He can make even Black Saber Qilin call him: the person closest to God.
Even her enemy, Granny Lin, described her as "gods come, humans and ghosts give way"!
After seeing the young Nuwa, Warner stopped snatching the colorful glass relics. Instead, he showed surprise and sighed that the place his father was looking for really existed.
Did Nuwa come from that place when she was young? Monk Le too?
I felt more and more doubts in my heart, but unexpectedly Nuwa Xiaoxiao suddenly called me. She was already ready to leave, jumped up and waved to me: "Brother Jinglan, come on! I hope you can do it!" When we meet again, don’t let Zhan Shen get rusty.”
Looking at the god-slaying dagger on my waist, I felt the huge pressure and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Try your best!"
The wind rolled up a layer of fine yellow sand, as if saying goodbye to Nuwa's little master and apprentice.
A young girl in pink clothes and a frail old man drifted away as we watched, and finally, their figures disappeared into the horizon.
At that time, I never thought that the curse on myself was actually closely connected with that unknown place, and that when we met again, it was beyond redemption.
I don’t know if Lao Jiang has already sent a telegram to his superiors. When we arrived at Gansu Station, there was already a specially arranged train waiting for us.
Although I have only been away for half a month, it feels like I have spent a century. This place is still the same as when I left, but I always feel that something is different.
Is it because the trip to Dunhuang gave me so much insight?
We also brought back treasures, but we also lost many precious things.
Dawu lost his brother.
Yueyue lost her father.
Life may be like this. When you gain something, you will also lose it accordingly.
When I boarded the train, I took one last look at the vast northwest. My respect for Xiao Wu and my reluctance to leave Master Diao were all buried here.
"Brother Jinglan, let's go."
Just like Yin Ling'er, the name she calls me is no longer the stiff and dry Li Jinglan she used to be, and she has grown a lot.
Looking at the soft and waxy little hands reaching out to me, I shook them without thinking and quickly caught up with her.
On this specially arranged train, there were actually Qilin members serving as security guards. As soon as we boarded, Sanxi people were well-trained to bandage our wounds.
This move is really a timely help!
Because everyone was more or less injured this time.
The redness in Lao Jiang's body has been solved by Yin Ling'er, but it has left several holes on his body. The two gunshot wounds on Shen Xiaoyu's body had begun to rot and turn black. It was obvious that Dante used poisoned warheads. The most important thing is that he was stabbed once in the abdomen, and the situation was very serious.
I think if we can’t control the injury in time, we may be in trouble when we get to Yanjing...
Shen Xiaoyu sat in her seat and looked at the shocking wounds. A female member of Qilin next to her suddenly gasped.
As soon as the clothes were cut open, a rotten smell hit his nose, and the meat inside was even more appalling.
"What are you doing standing there? There are no flowers growing on my body." Shen Xiaoyu still had time to joke.
The other party swallowed, but did not dare to take action.
Just when she was in a dilemma, a vicissitudes of voice suddenly came from the carriage: "Let me come!"
What came into view was a middle-aged man about the same age as Lao Jiang. He was wearing a decent black Chinese tunic suit, with a slim face, a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and a medicine box on his back.
When I saw his waist, my eyes were shocked. I didn't expect that among the people who responded to us this time, there was a black sword Qilin!
However, he came to Shen Xiaoyu in three steps and two steps at a time. With a wave of his right hand, the medicine box was already opened.
But I saw that the medicine box was divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.
There is a row of golden needles stuck at the top!
In the middle is a sharp knife and axe!
And at the bottom are some strange medicine bottles that cannot be named, there are at least fifty kinds of them!
Before I could finish observing the box, he had already picked up a golden needle in his left hand and stabbed Shen Xiaoyu's body like lightning, as if to suppress the poison in his body.
"Hold it."
The middle-aged man just said this calmly.
Shen Xiaoyu, who had been joking just now, seemed to have heard the most terrifying thing in her life, and said tremblingly: "You can do it, I can't help it."
"Can you give me a sip of Ma Fei Powder first?"
There was a conspiratorial smile on the middle-aged man's lips, and he shook his head and said: "In ancient times, Guan Gong scraped the bones to cure the poison, but today Xiao Yu disembowels him. How can Ma Fei Powder be used by a great hero like you?"
I don't know why, but I vaguely smelled something wrong. There seemed to be some trouble between the two of them.
But this time, Shen Xiaoyu was obviously going to suffer.
So he quickly pulled Lao Jiang's clothes and asked him what was going on?
Lao Jiang secretly leaned into my ear and whispered: "You don't know, that is our Qilin doctor, Lao Qian, nicknamed the 'Qing Sang Medical Sage'. Lao Qian is a first-class traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the world, especially he has learned how to "Qing Nang Shu" by Hua Tuo.
I asked Lao Jiang: "So he is very powerful?"
Lao Jiang lowered his voice: "Isn't this nonsense? Think about it, a person can rise to the position of Black Sword Qilin just by relying on technology. How terrifying is it?"
I looked at Shen Xiaoyu and then at Lao Qian: "What about them?"
Lao Jiang seemed to be afraid of Lao Qian's gaze, so he quickly shushed, and then said: "Once, when Shen Xiaoyu played mahjong with him, she won him three hundred yuan."
I wondered: "Is this just a grudge?"
Lao Jiang said: "Lao Qian had a special life experience. His parents died tragically since he was a child because he had no money for medical treatment. After entering the society, he himself was beaten to pieces every day because he had no money. He was buried in a tomb for the first time. He found the "Qing Nang Book" left by Hua Tuo... so he has an extraordinary obsession with money. "
I scratched my chin, feeling like something was missing.
Seeing that he couldn't stop me, Lao Jiang could only tell me: "Forget it, I won't hide it from you anymore. Shen Xiaoyu deserves it! It was he who cheated in that mahjong game and won the old money." salary."
"I've been asking for these three hundred yuan for three years, and I still haven't gotten it back."
"Tell me, how much hatred and resentment?"
