Destiny is ashes

Chapter 2 Working hard
At this point, the rider paused, then continued in a loud voice: "If you have a cold or fever, it's okay, I will definitely cure you!"

Upon hearing this, the refugees with children at home became excited and came forward to ask questions. Then some people in the camp who looked like doctors touched the bones and asked about the children's birth dates.

"Selling myself..."

Although An Jing himself has an unusual physique and appears somewhat tall, he is indeed only in his early elevens, which meets this requirement.

He listened to the rider's words, looked at the refugees who had already started to line up with their children, and subconsciously clenched his fists: "Treatment..."

"Sir, my daughter has frostbite..."

At this moment, he saw a father and daughter coming to the camp. The father knelt in the snow, holding his daughter in his arms, and pleaded with the leader and the doctor: "She really can't die. Please be kind..."

The girl's fingers and arms were frozen to the point of swelling and turning purple, and she seemed a little dazed. In An Jing's eyes, she was already dying, and it wouldn't be surprising if she died within the next hour.

The doctors didn't take it seriously. They stepped forward, grabbed the girl's hand, rolled up her sleeves, pinched her bones and observed them, causing the girl to cry out in pain. Then they asked her father about the girl's birth date.

"Yes." After confirming, the doctor turned his head and whispered a few words to the leading rider and the gentleman dressed as a scholar on the side. The two showed satisfied expressions.

"Treat him." The team leader said calmly, and then the doctor took out pills from the box behind him, gave them to the girl with water, and then applied a reddish-purple oily ointment to the girl's frostbite.

This moment made the girl scream subconsciously, as if she was in pain as if she was burned by fire.

But soon, her dull eyes recovered and she stared blankly at her hands that were anointed with ointment. She turned her head in disbelief and looked at her father: "Dad, my hand, my hand can feel it!"

"My daughter!" The father was not a talkative person. He knelt down and hugged his daughter and cried, then kowtowed to the riders and doctors several times.

"Okay, go away." The team leader was in a good mood. He waved his hand and asked the two to go away and continued to look at the next person.

Many people in the refugee camp knew about the situation of the father and daughter, and knew that it would be difficult to save the girl. When they saw that this group of riders were actually willing to use medicine to save people, and that it was working miraculously, the mood of the crowd was completely boosted.

They have completely believed that these people are servants of wealthy families and that the master is merciful!
But An Jing, standing in the surging crowd, raised his eyebrows and scanned the entire camp.

He saw many suspicious points.

Firstly, the riders' movements were too skillful, obviously they had undergone extremely rigorous training. The team leader was very powerful and was always in a fighting state ready to draw his sword and chop at any time. His single tiger eye swept across the refugee camp without relaxing his vigilance for a moment.

Secondly, the scholar behind the leader was even more unfathomable. My mother, An Shenshi, had also mastered the art of martial arts, reaching the realm of "inner breath like silk", and was considered a thoroughly accomplished inner breath martial artist, no longer a country boy.

An Jing could see the depth of his mother's strength, but the scholar couldn't see it at all.

This meant that the opponent either had some magical skills or had reached the state of "internal energy like the tide"!
With this level of training and this level of strength, if they are really servants of a wealthy family, they must be from an aristocratic family - but why don't they announce their family name?

"It's weird...but they really have medicine."

An Jing whispered in his heart. After seeing that the girl with frostbite who he believed was dying was cured, he fully believed that this team had medicine that was enough to cure his mother.

This doesn't look like human teeth from slave traders.

Human teeth are only needed from children because only children are worth reselling, and the essence is that money is needed, so sick children are rarely or never accepted, let alone treated.

These people seem to really need the children themselves, so they would rather spend money to treat their children.

"Is it the Dachen government that is training 'death warriors', or is it some hidden sect? They are checking their physique and asking about their birth date. It's too detailed."

An Jing frowned slightly. If it was a normal wealthy family, he wouldn't mind selling himself as a slave to exchange medicine for his mother. It wouldn't matter even if the other party abused the slaves or even beat and killed them at will. Anyway, ordinary wealthy families couldn't stop him from escaping.

Even if he was a human trafficker, he was confident that he could find a chance to escape from his clutches.

But faced with this "mysterious person" whose origin is completely unknown and whose background is so powerful... he finds it difficult to make up his mind. Who knows whether the other party is from the evil sect in southern Xinjiang, the Tianyi Demon Sect, or a monster in the deep mountains and forests.

——That’s all.

Putting aside the instinctive doubt in his heart, An Jing shook his head slightly.

No matter what, what these people are doing are "good deeds" that help people survive, and he has no other choice now.

An Jing closed his eyes. He thought of his mother, whose condition was getting worse day by day and whose life was coming to an end.

If I sell myself, the worst that can happen is death, with a high probability of survival. But my mother will definitely die if there is no medicine to treat her.

There was no need to hesitate. He opened his eyes, took an easy step, and headed towards the riders' camp.

At this moment, many children and families have decided to risk their lives.

Selling children is a way of survival for both parents and children, especially since this team of riders were so generous and generous in providing medical treatment and food. In the entire refugee camp, everyone with children was eager to participate.

In a short time, more than twenty children were gathered. After their parents received their food on one side, they looked at their children from a distance with extremely complicated expressions.

Only An Jing came alone, walking on the snow.

"Ok?"

At this moment, the scholar in white beside the one-eyed leader noticed something. He turned his head and looked in the direction of An Jing.

The gaze was careless at first, but soon became focused and burning.

Influenced by him, the one-eyed leader who had not been paying attention to this direction also turned his head and saw An Jing. Then, his one eye lit up.

An Jing was still young, less than seven feet tall, and thin. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary refugee child, at most a little tall, and not very noticeable among the people of Northern Xinjiang.

But the team leader and the scholar were both warriors, and they could all see that the young man in front of them had strong bones and abundant blood. Although he was skin and bones on the outside, that was only an appearance.

"You want to sell yourself?"

Adjusting the direction of the warhorse, the one-eyed leader looked at An Jing with interest: "If it were you, I would make the decision and give you two buckets of fine rice!"

"grown ups."

An Jing raised his head and looked at the team in front of him with solemn and murderous expressions.

He looked at the leading rider who had already started laughing, clasped his fists and saluted. There was no fear in his eyes and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "I am willing to sell my body, but not for myself, but to get medicine for my mother."

"My father is a successful candidate in the imperial examination. My family has inherited the martial arts tradition and is definitely not an ordinary martial arts family. I am also in good health and have no illness or pain. Although life in this ice field is difficult, I don't need to risk my life."

"It's just that my mother's lungs are injured and she needs lung medicine urgently."

"Excuse me, may I have a gift of medicine?"

“I’m worth it.”

Hearing this, the leader rider's smile faded. He narrowed his one eye, looked An Jing up and down, then suddenly urged his horse forward, pounced forward, and landed beside An Jing.

The huge northwestern warhorse was like a flesh and blood chariot. Every time it leaped down, it caused the ground to shake slightly. Even if people knew they would not be hit, when such a giant beast galloped towards them, most people would inevitably dodge.

But An Jing still maintained the same saluting posture as before, his eyelids did not even twitch, and his expression did not change at all.

"it is good."

The one-eyed rider shouted, "If you practice martial arts but not courage, you will be doomed in battle. You said you practiced martial arts, but I didn't believe you at first, but now I do."

He smiled happily: "You are indeed special, but are you really worth the price..."

The one-eyed rider exchanged glances with the white-robed bachelor, who said jokingly, "You are pretty much the same as you were back then," and then he disappeared.

An Jing's pupils shrank slightly at this moment - he couldn't see the movements of the scholar in white at all!

The one-eyed leader also dismounted.

He was tall and majestic, like an iron tower, and his body was full of blood and energy, which could instantly melt the snow falling on him, and his steps became heavier.

If you didn't know he was a human, and only felt his footsteps, it would have sounded like a buffalo pacing on the plateau.

The one-eyed leader was filled with murderous aura and blood, even heavier than the bandit leader who had been robbing the wilderness for years. He looked at An Jing, examined him carefully for a while, and smiled with satisfaction, "Although he is thin, he has a good foundation. No wonder he is so confident..."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out, grabbed An Jing's arm, pressed hard, and checked the flesh and bones.

"Good bones!" he praised. The one-eyed leader even felt like he was kneading a piece of refined iron or a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years. "The bones are solid and the length is just right. Good, good. It's rare to see one in at least a few decades..."

During this process, in addition to the pain, An Jing felt an invisible energy force being forced out of his body along with his hands, pressing on the major acupoints around his body, bringing him many sensations of soreness, numbness, pain and itching.

He had a blank expression on his face, endured silently, and thought slightly in his heart.

This is not an ordinary method, but a method used by warriors where 'internal breath is like a river' and the internal breath can penetrate the body!
This surging internal energy, no matter how you think about it, the other party is also at the level of "internal energy like the tide"!

At this moment, the scholar in white appeared again. He nodded slightly to the one-eyed leader. The tall man withdrew his hand, looked at An Jing deeply, and jumped on his horse.

"You are indeed worthy." He immediately said to An Jing, "This is yours."

At this moment, on the other side, various medicinal herbs and food were piled up in a large box under the arrangement of the white-robed scholar and the doctor, and then carried to An Jing by two people.

"These herbs and food are enough to cure all of your mother's injuries and deficiencies, and give you a full meal."

The one-eyed leader said, "Lift it up and give it to your mother."

"And then come back."

He didn't have any extra words, because both he and An Jing knew the consequences of one party not keeping its promise.

An Jing glanced at the box, which was about the size of his torso and weighed at least 100 kilograms. He knew that he was very lucky. For some reason, this one-eyed rider was very generous and thought highly of him.

The food and medicine in the box are enough to buy ten lives in this northern state that has been ravaged by frost.

But An Jing did not hesitate. He leaned over, grabbed the handle of the box, lifted it up in one breath, and carried it on his shoulder.

"Thank you, sir."

Although his breathing was a little heavy, An Jing was still able to speak. After he finished speaking, he carried the box, turned around, and strode towards the shed where he and his mother lived.

(End of this chapter)