Compared to hanging corpses with spears and lances, this kind of method was even more vicious and horrifying. It was a method invented by the Northern Mang's border army. It was unknown how many Li Yang Dynasty captives had died under these five horses. The only flaw was that the Northern Liang Army loved to fight to the death. After the battle, there weren't many survivors. Moreover, there were many small scale skirmishes that happened without warning, often between the two armies' most elite crossbowmen and horse stalls. The Northern Liang Army always had the advantage. Therefore, a captured Northern Liang captive was more valuable than any beautiful woman in the Northern Mang Royal Court. Often, they could be sold for a jaw-dropping price. For example, Tao Qianzhi, who had left the city behind, would kill a Northern Liang soldier every day. In the eyes of the Northern Mang officials and nobles, this kind of behavior wasn't killing people, but large amounts of gold!
Beimang was even more disciplined. Killing a Beiliang soldier on the battlefield was a big crime after retirement.
Just as the man was about to be torn apart, the five people on the horse died almost instantly without any obvious wounds. They just fell off the horse and died immediately. A few horse bandit leaders who were qualified to wear scale armor gathered their courage to take a closer look. They saw a small hole between the man's eyebrows, as if a small sharp object had pierced a hole. It was inexplicably strange. The people of Beimang were not divided into rich and poor. They all believed in Buddhism and fate. However, no matter how devout they were, they would not hesitate to kill people. However, when disaster came, even the most vicious people would hesitate, afraid that they would really annoy those dignified clay Bodhisattvas. At this time, the five people died in a strange way beyond imagination. Even if it was not done by immortals, it was done in secret. More than 20 people were killed just to deal with a Crown Prince of the Southern Dynasty. The horse bandits came and went like the wind, so they immediately turned over and dismounted. A meticulous leader wearing scale armor wanted to secretly kill the man and woman without leaving any future trouble. But immediately, something pierced between his eyebrows, causing a trace of undetectable blood. As a result, no horse bandits dared to make a move. They all ran away in an instant. Men and horses had six legs, so they could escape quickly.
The woman from the Southern Dynasty called Lu Chen did not know why. After a moment of absent-mindedness, she realized that she had survived a disaster. Crying, she got up and ran to the young man who was her family friend. She untied the iron chain with difficulty, especially his neck, which was badly mutilated and shocking. She felt incomparable pain just by looking at it. She suppressed her sobs and sat cross-legged beside him. She tore off her sleeve and bandaged a few wounds that exposed the bone. The woman was really made of water. Her tears did not stop. She softly called his name, Zhong Gui, over and over again, afraid that he would die here. She did not have the courage to live alone. The journey back was thousands of miles. How could she, a weak woman who was more familiar with holding a sword than holding an embroidery needle, go back? Besides, if he died, what fun would there be for her to live?
The young man who was lucky enough to walk back to the world of the living slowly took a breath. After exhaling a large mouthful of turbid air, he forced a smile and said with difficulty, "I won't die."
Taking back his flying sword, Hsu Fengnian wanted to leave, but he saw a horse in the distance who was still looking at him. He had to be patient and stay where he was to ensure that he would see the Buddha through to the West. Once again, he rode his sword out of his sleeve and assassinated the unlucky Horse Gang. He leaned close to the ground and listened. The Horse Gang finally accepted their fate and fled. Hsu Fengnian quietly stood up, carrying his book case and was about to walk away. He took it as a chance encounter and was doing a chivalrous deed for once. He did not expect the woman to repay him with her body, nor did he expect the young man from the aristocratic family to bow down to him. This kind of brotherly relationship was too pretentious to bear any scrutiny. Digging around, he took out the last few dates and threw them into his mouth. He saw the swordsman who could no longer stand up fall to the ground with the woman's help, bleeding profusely. However, the woman was not skilled in treating external injuries, so she was helpless and could only choke with sobs. The man with a bright future naturally did not want to die in the wilderness. It was just that no one could help him. He sat on the ground, his face as ferocious as an evil spirit. It was unknown whether it was caused by the pain or the sadness of his past. The woman looked even more heartbroken and guilty. She regretted that on the way back, he had tried to sleep in the same bed several times, but she refused because of her modesty. If she had known this would happen, she would have given him her virginity.
Hsu Fengnian saw that after the arrogant man was beaten into the dust, his spirit began to slack again. He showed signs of dying if he was not treated in time. He frowned and had to walk out of the small mound. His figure appeared in the world, and he had to pretend that he saw injustice on the road. He ran in small steps toward the man and woman, squeezing out a flawless face of fear and nervousness. The young man's eyes were already cloudy, but when he saw Hsu Fengnian, he showed a touch of light. When he did not find any flaws, he returned to his deathly stillness. However, he gently put one hand on the iron chain. Hsu Fengnian squatted in front of them, took down the book box, and turned his back to the man and woman who had survived the disaster. The man seemed to be thinking about something, but in the end, he did not use the iron chain as a weapon to kill this kind-hearted passerby. Hsu Fengnian, who seemed to be oblivious to everything, hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from the book box that he had brought from Dunhuang. It contained an ointment that was as black as ink. It was an ointment that could reconnect tendons, lengthen bones, and grow flesh. The ointment was like oil mixed with water, and it was very sticky. The mouth of the bottle was facing down, and it did not pour out in torrents. It was just like the scene of water droplets sliding down a lotus leaf, slowly dripping down. The young man's eyes were cold as he looked at the black ointment dripping on the wounds on his hands and feet. It was cool to the bone and indescribably pleasant. Because he knew the goods, he was more shocked in his heart. How did this stranger, who could only spend a few coins to buy a fake secret manual, get this bottle of ointment that was worth one or two hundred gold?
Hsu Fengnian rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and smiled with a pained expression, as if he had just made up his mind after a great struggle. He handed the bottle to the woman called Lu Chen and said with a grimace, "This ointment is a secret ancestral recipe. One bottle can be sold for a lot of silver. Apply it three times a day in the morning, afternoon, and night. In less than half a day, this young master will be healed. Oh right, I didn't have time to tell you my name at the Wu family's Sword Tomb. I'm Xu Lang, also from the Southern Dynasty. I live in Lion Alley in Maple City. "
Hsu Fengnian obviously hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Not to mention the ointment, this handmade celestial globe porcelain bottle is also worth some silver."
Lu Chen seemed to have heard a rather funny joke. She felt relieved and smiled through her tears. She wiped away the tears on her cheeks and said softly, "When Young Master Zhong and I return, we'll definitely go to Maple City to visit Young Master Xu."
When he heard the words "Young Master Zhong" that had exposed his identity, a trace of gloom flashed across Zhong Gui's face. However, he hid it well. He clenched the hand that had loosened the iron chain and tried to maintain a calm expression. He brushed his hand across his neck that had stopped the bleeding and said softly with a smile, "Of course I should thank Young Master Xu for saving my life."
Hsu Fengnian continued to play the role of an ordinary scholar who was shrewd but not smart. He smiled and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me."
Although Lu Chen was born in a noble family of the Southern Dynasty, there were a few elder brothers in the family who supported the heavy burden. It was not her turn to personally experience the storm. Her mind was relatively simple. Her knowledge of schemes and schemes was limited to the hearsay that was used as a joke by her elder brothers. Her experience was shallow and natural. She could not detect the subtle changes that Zhong Gui had made and could not see through Hsu Fengnian's untraceable disguise. To the children of wealthy families, like Lu Chen and Zhong Gui, who were so honorable that they could become the honored guests of the Xihe State Festival Edict, they did not have to care about the schemes of ordinary people. However, today's unexpected disaster made her feel especially grateful.
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Do you want me to escort you back?"
Lu Chen wanted to nod and agree, but Zhong Gui shook his head and said, "No need."
At this moment, the noble demeanor of the heir of a noble family was unmistakable. Lu Chen did not know the knack of it and only thought that Zhong Gui could not put down his face. Seeing that his eyes were firm and stubborn, she could not say anything more.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and reluctantly glanced at the porcelain bottle in Lu Chen's hand before he stood up and bid farewell.
Lu Chen had a good impression of this stranger's shallow pretense. Compared to those Southern Dynasty scholars who used to wag their tails and pretend to be Daoist, he was much more pleasing to the eye.
She suddenly widened her eyes. She saw that the man carrying the booklet had just stood up and turned around when he was hit in the back by the iron chain that was like a straightened poisonous snake. He flew forward and fell to the ground without moving again. He was most likely dead. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Gui blankly, her eyes full of horror.
Zhong Gui said coldly, "You can see that I am in dire straits. As for him, he does not have the fortune."
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