Na Sha Bi's eyelids twitched and sweat dripped down his back.
Who is the fifth white eyebrow?
The plague that bears the lives of millions of people!
According to legend, his body was riddled with hundreds of plagues. Wherever he passed, chickens and dogs would not survive, and tens of millions of people would die within a breath.
Not to mention him, even the big shots in the royal court were afraid of him.
"Make medicine?"
Nayudu lowered his brows:
"Mr. Fifth was joking..."
As soon as his voice changed, the masters outside the account, who were facing formidable enemies, all held down their swords.
For a time, the atmosphere in the tent became very depressing.
"If a family has a treacherous son, it will be difficult to build a long-lasting legacy. Brother Ashina, since you are reluctant to let go..."
After a short silence, the fifth white eyebrow chuckled:
"Then, just think that I am joking."
With this smile, the solemn atmosphere immediately dissipated, and Nayudu's expression softened:
"Mr. Fifth, you don't know something. I, Ashina, haven't had a lot of people for generations. Although this beast doesn't live up to expectations, he is my only son..."
Na Shabi broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to leave. For a moment, his heart beat like a drum.
"Brother Ashina, you have come all the way. Didn't you notice on the way that the evil spirit in the world is getting stronger and stronger?"
The fifth white eyebrow said.
"Um?"
Nayudu was moved in his heart.
"The evil spirits are rising, and hundreds of ghosts are born. According to Sanxiao Sanren's theory of tides, at this moment, it has already reached the moment when the sky changes..."
Seeing him frowning, the fifth white eyebrow glanced at the shivering Na Shabi lightly and said:
"If the heaven and the earth change, but the soul of a person is immortal, the so-called descendants, in fact, are not that important..."
Sha Bi's body trembled, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Who knows whether the so-called changes in the sky are true or false?"
Nayudu changed the subject:
"That Fang Zhenghao didn't know what kind of fortune he had. His martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds. With the formation of a large army and the tenth-grade Overlord Spear, if he doesn't leave the group, even I can do nothing..."
"After all, they are the three heroes of Long Yuan appointed by Prince Zhao. Under the Martial Saint, there are only a few people in the world who can break through the three levels..."
The fifth white eyebrow did not hesitate to praise him.
In fact, the names of the Three Heroes of Long Yuan are much louder outside the pass than inside the pass. They are veterans of hundreds of battles who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Relying on Zhang Xuanba's perfect "overlord soldier position", Fang Zhenghao, who is among thousands of troops, is by no means comparable to an ordinary grandmaster.
He is not on the Mountain and River Ranking, but there are not many people on the Mountain and River Ranking who are sure of defeating him among all the armies.
Hearing him praise the enemy, Nayudu's eyes lit up:
"Among these few people, there must be Mr. Fifth..."
"Of course I can't defeat you. However, I am a pharmacist and am not good at fighting head-on..."
While speaking, the fifth white eyebrow stretched out his hand and held a red pill between his crystal fingers:
"This 'Wanwen Pill' is made from the blood of nine people from each of the Fang family's 'old, young, young, strong, male and female'. It can help Brother Ashina take down the mountain pass!"
"Wanwenwan."
Nayudu was worried, but he pretended to sigh:
"I will not doubt Mr. Fifth's methods, but Fang Zhenghao is a veteran in the army. It is not easy to poison him."
Looking at the pill, Sha Bi was frightened and couldn't help but say:
"Half a year ago, Wan Yankeng also planned to poison him, but he couldn't get close at all. That Fang Zhenghao was too careful..."
"They poisoned them, either by falling into the water, or falling on their food, or their weapons. The more advanced ones only passed through the airflow, but how can they compare with me?"
The fifth white eyebrow sneered, disdainfully and proudly:
"My 'Wanwen Pill' is based on 'bloodline'. It is unavoidable and unstoppable. That is to say, my practice is still a bit weak.
Otherwise, crushing this elixir will be enough to curse all nine members of the Fang family, young and old, regardless of whether they are in the fifth level or not..."
"Is there such a poisonous thing in the world?!"
The two father and son took a deep breath and looked at each other, both seeing the panic and fear in each other's eyes.
Such poison...
"Unfortunately, there is still one missing piece of medicine..."
Fifth Baimei glanced at Sha Bi again. The latter took a few steps back as if struck by thunder, his hands and feet trembling a little.
"Don't scare him, Mr. Fifth. If you need it, you can bring it up. I don't think there is any medicine in this world that can save me."
Nayudu said in a deep voice.
"In the Way of Plague, medicines are divided into three categories: lower, middle and lower, five poisons at the lower level, four qi at the middle level, and six desires at the upper level. There is no need to mention the six desires, nor the four qi, just take the five poisons..."
The fifth white eyebrow did not sell out:
"My five poisons are not poisonous insects, but greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and suspicion... It is really hard to find these medicines. Your son has a bit of greed and anger..."
Na Shabi shuddered and almost wanted to run away.
"Greed, anger, ignorance, pride, suspicion..."
Glancing coldly at his useless son, Nayudu clasped his hands and pondered, then suddenly looked outside the tent that was blown by the wind, and looked at the naked Sha Kuang who was waiting from a distance.
"It is rare to find such a person in the Golden Tent Palace who is addicted to martial arts and is able to open profound doors. How can Brother Ashina be so willing to do so?"
The fifth white eyebrow shook his head slightly.
Nayudu was also reluctant to give up, but his face was cold and hard:
"It's just a dog. I can't bear to part with it..."
After saying that, he was about to go out, but the fifth white eyebrow stopped him:
"This person can be an alternative. The one who is really the best choice is also outside the pass..."
"Um?"
Nayudu frowned, but saw that the fifth white eyebrow had a subtle expression, like anger or resentment, and said coldly:
"At this moment, there is a very good medicine in the mountain pass. His surname is No. 5, and his name is 'Jie'. He is my younger brother and he came here to kill me..."
"Fifth Jie?"
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Click~
The dark red armor fell off piece by piece.
Underneath it is a body as strong as cast copper and iron, with veins tangled and undulating like snakes, running through the flesh and blood and fitting onto the tall frame.
But at this moment, this powerful body was covered with scars, including punch marks that had not been scattered, and slashes with knives and axes. The most serious one was a sword wound from the left shoulder to the right hip, almost cutting it in half diagonally.
It can be seen with the naked eye that densely packed granulations are squirming in all the wounds, but they are still unable to be repaired and even bleed.
One after another, the doctors scraped his bones and applied medicine with fear. Just looking at him made him feel the pain in his bones.
"I still remember that the last time I was injured this seriously was more than seventy years ago..."
Looking at the scars on his body reflected in the bronze mirror, Fang Zhenghao's cold and hard expression was momentarily dazed.
All the orifices were opened and all the wounds faded. In the past few decades, he had almost never seen so many scars on his body.
"Such an injury..."
Feng Junzi frowned, a little frightened.
Fang Zhenghao is not good at horizontal training, but as a veteran general in the army and a master at the master level, his horizontal training is not bad.
He knew very well what it meant when the bleeding continued and the wounds appeared on his body.
"Three years of hundreds of battles, dozens of near-death encounters. When the battle was over, Liuji Mountain was dyed red with blood, like blood in the setting sun.
I can no longer find the bones of my brothers in that mountain of corpses..."
Several pharmacists had sweat on their foreheads. After finishing their work, they all left the room. In the room, Fang Zhenghao seemed to be reminiscing or talking to himself.
"A corps of ten generals, nine of them died in battle. General, his integrity is worthy of the country..."
Feng Junzi sighed:
"It's a pity that the letter sent by Feng fell into the sea. There was no movement from the court, and there was no response from Linlong Mansion..."
"Old Prince..."
Fang Zhenghao was silent for a moment.
"There are so many people in the dynasty who know how to hate the country and the family. It's ridiculous that Emperor Qianheng also wanted to take the opportunity to deprive Prince Zhao of his military power. He didn't know it. If the mountain is blocked, the country will be destroyed!"
Feng Junzi sneered and sighed:
"I only regret that Prince Zhao stopped at the last step. If he had sat in that position, things would be very different now..."
"Things back then were too complicated. He had to do it, but he couldn't."
Slowly putting on his armor, Fang Zhenghao showed no expression on his face:
"The old prince at that time did not have the peerless military power that he later had, and the old emperor was even more ruthless than Qianheng..."
To this day, whenever this matter is mentioned, countless people still sigh with regret. Doesn't he have any regrets in his heart?
After several years of fierce battles and hundreds of battles, many people died, but what he summoned was a new emperor who stood on a dragon throne and prayed for immortality.
Who can be willing?
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Feng Junzi shook his head repeatedly.
Fang Zhenghao didn't answer, so he put on armor and held a gun, and was about to go out:
"The wind and snow are about to stop, and those wolf cubs are afraid they will break through again."
Feng Junzi suddenly asked: "General, if you really have no help, what should you do?"
"As it should be, so be it."
With a faint glance at Feng Junzi, Fang Zhenghao stepped away, a few undulations in the wind and snow falling on the city wall.
"Who said I have no heroes in Baizhou..."
Standing at the door, Feng Junzi sighed silently.
A response echoed from not far away:
"This seems to be what I said?"
With half-white hair, sallow complexion, and thin Confucian robes undulating in the wind, Wu Jie came slowly and stopped at the corridor.
He looked towards the city head:
"An old friend said that the human heart is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. I don't deceive you sincerely! If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can know that an ambitious person also has the intention to defend the border..."
He was surprised.
Having studied under Xu Wenji, he was naturally familiar with Long Yuan Dao, and among the three masters of Long Yuan, the one he despised the most was Fang Zhenghao.
I always felt that he came from a small family and had an indescribable stubbornness about him, but seeing him again today, I had to admit that I had underestimated this person.
"If this were not the case, senior brother, how could I be here?"
Looking at his junior brother whom he had not seen for many years, Feng Junzi was even more surprised:
"How come you, the fifth young master who once said, 'Clothes must be expensive and people must be beautiful,' have become like this?"
"People change."
Fifth Jie leaned on the railing, a little lazily:
"By the way, have you been to the Northwest Road in the past two years?"
Feng Junzi shook his head:
"Never."
"This time I passed through the northwest. I thought it was devastated and empty, but I didn't expect that guy did a pretty good job..."
Fifth Jie glanced at his senior brother:
"To be honest, it's not bad."
"With the help of Wanxiang Mountain, if we still can't do it well, it will be really hopeless."
Feng Junzi had naturally heard of this, but he was not surprised. What surprised him was the change in Fifth Jie.
Who was the former Fifth Jie?
The fifth son of a thousand-year-old wealthy family, who likes fine clothes and fine wine, has a lovely wife and concubines, and is the legitimate son of the Fang family, a wealthy family in Baizhou, but in his eyes, he is just a small family.
"Why did you become a lobbyist for Yang Prison?"
"It's hard to talk about it as a lobbyist, but it's just based on my feelings."
Fifth Jie reached out to catch the snow:
"In the past few decades, I have traveled to many places and met many people. There are actually many people who are more 'human master' than Yang Yu..."
Feng Junzi frowned.
His antipathy towards Yang Prison actually goes back a long time.
He was born into a noble family, but Yang Yu started his career by uprooting aristocratic families...
Especially after his people occupied the Northwest Road, all the aristocratic families in the territory were almost uprooted, their land and property were taken away, and many people were killed.
Such a person is really too cruel...
"These days, I have been thinking about why Yang Yu is doing better than those Qianlong, the 'human master'..."
Fifth Jie pinched his beard and smiled strangely:
"In the end, I discovered that, in fact, he didn't seem to have done anything. You think it's strange or not..."
Feng Junzi was silent for a moment and then said:
"You came to stop the mountain, I'm afraid it's not just to help me, right?"
Fifth Jie touched his nose and felt a little ashamed: "Actually, you said the opposite. I came here this time to ask you to help me..."
"???"
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