If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 54 Gao Xianjue and Gao Tianming

Xiaoyu finally understood today Guan Huchen's true prestige in Luyewei: almost no prestige.

Guan Zhong kept calling out names and glaring at them, as if to say: Think it over, the Guan family has not fallen yet! The Guan family also knows your address!

But in total, only a dozen armored knights including Wei Wu, Song Changqing, Wang Bao, and Li Qing were called over.

When Guan Zhong called for help, Xiao Yu had already swiftly drawn out the Dragon Kiss Dagger, pried Guan Huchen's fire-resistant cloth cloak off his shoulder armor, and then spread it over Huchen.

The Fire Rat Robe was very large; not to mention Guan Huchen, it could easily cover him and his Red Smoke Horse together.

However, when he was blown away just now, his armor was twisted and deformed, and the cloak behind him was a mess, not covering all parts of his body.

"Don't move yet. Let Doctor Wei check my foster father's body."

Xiaoyu shouted as the armored knight came over and prepared to lift Hu Chen out of the fire pit.

Wei Wu squatted down, examined him for a while, then shook his head and sighed, "Miss Yu, Guan Butler, General Guan is really hopeless."

"Nonsense, the master is still alive!"

Guan Zhong's eyes were red, and he growled harshly, "Put out the poisonous fire on the master first!"

Wei Wu pointed at Hu Chen's chest, which was as shrunken as an empty can that had been stepped on, and said, "The blazing energy of the Fire Crow Power is certainly a fatal injury.

But look here.

The armor is dented and twisted, his ribs must be all broken, and most of his organs are shattered. There is really no hope of saving him."

Xiao Yu said, "We have to save him even if he can't be saved! Doctor Wei, your responsibility now is to do your best to save him, not to say discouraging words here."

Glancing at the soldiers watching the excitement, she lowered her voice and said, "I said, you do it. First, without further harming my foster father's internal organs, carry him out of the pit, and then transfer him to the inn."

Wei Wu observed carefully for a while, then instructed several black-armored knights to wrap Hu Chen in a fire rat robe and slowly carry him out of the burning and charred pit.

Gao Xianjue was directing the soldiers to repair the general's tent. Seeing this, he hurried back to the tent and whispered to Marquis Lieyang, who was sitting on the couch in a daze, "My Lord, they are carrying Guan Huchen away."

By this time Qingluan had already flown away.

Taoist Qingsong sat below Marquis Lieyang, his face even more gloomy and darker than Marquis Lieyang's. It seemed as if two ghostly fires were burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour someone but couldn't find his target.

Lieyang Hou looked up at Gao Xianjue, his face expressionless and eyes indifferent, "You have a cousin who has also cultivated the clairvoyance?"

Gao Xianjue's heart trembled a few times, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "My cousin Gao Tianming is practicing under the tutelage of Changgong Zhenren in Mount Emei. Now he has made some progress in the ability of seeing thousands of miles away. He can see the lines on the palm of his hand within a thousand miles. He will come down from the mountain and enter the world soon."

"Gao Tianming," Lieyang Hou sneered, "How many cousins ​​do you have who have cultivated clairvoyance?"

Gao Xianjue was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "I only have one cousin."

"If he is your cousin, why does he have the same surname as you, 'Gao'? Instead of Shen?" Marquis Lieyang asked again.

Gao Xianjue's scalp went numb and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

The Marquis not only knew that he had a cousin who could practice clairvoyance, he even knew his name.
"My cousin's original surname was 'Shen', and his name was 'Shen Sanhe'. Because he developed the supernatural power of clairvoyance, he changed his name to 'Gao Tianming', imitating the name of the Meishan Immortal 'Gao Ming' in the Middle Ages."

Marquis Lieyang stared at him indifferently for a long while before he said calmly, "Since your cousin wants to enter the world, is he willing to join me and form the 'Left and Right Commanders of the Scouting Camp' with you?"

"Thank you, Lord!"

Gao Xianjue fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed nine times.

He said, "Thank you, Lord, for your help," which was an honest statement, and he admitted his own little tricks.

Hu Chen had no grudge against him.

However, although the Thousand-Li Eyes and the Wind-Ears could serve in the same palace, there could not be two Thousand-Li Eyes serving the same monarch.

Besides, he didn't mean to induce Hu Chen to make a mistake.

It's purely Guan Laoya's own fault.

He simply reported his suicidal behavior to Marquis Lieyang in detail at the most inappropriate time.

"Bring the Shadow God Map here." Marquis Lieyang said calmly.

"As ordered!"

Gao Xianjue did not continue to say "They want to carry Guan Huchen away."

First of all, he had said before that Marquis Lieyang’s lack of comment didn’t mean he didn’t care.

In addition, Marquis Lieyang has promised to hand over the position of "Clairvoyance" to his cousin Gao Tianming.

Hu Chen has been completely eliminated. Even if he survives by chance, the two sides no longer have any conflicts of interest.

Qingsong glanced at Marquis Lieyang who was sitting on the main throne and sneered, "My Lord is really cold-blooded. His Majesty has passed away, yet he still has the mind to mess around with that ancient immortal formation."

Marquis Lieyang said calmly, "I just passively learned one thing very early on - the living must look forward."

"Look forward." Qingsong Dao Tong's face was full of bitterness, and he murmured, "Individuals can look forward, but how can the Qin Dynasty leave His Majesty!"

Marquis Lieyang sighed, "Your Majesty is indeed wise and brave, rare in the ages, but Master Fusu has a good reputation and is also worthy of being a wise ruler."

Qingsong shook his head and said, "Prince Fusu is too kind and cowardly. He can be a peaceful ruler, but he is not suitable for the Qin Dynasty at this time. Besides, the Queen Mother Zhao is in power now, so Prince Fusu may not be able to succeed."

Seeing Gao Xianjue coming outside the general's tent, he immediately shut his mouth.

"My lord, this is Guan Yu's Shadow God Picture." Gao Xianjue knelt on one knee and handed over the scroll with both hands.

Lieyang Hou untied the rope and shook the scroll gently, "Wow~~~"

The moment the scroll unfolded, Xiaoyu, who had already arrived at the lobby of Yunlai Inn, felt something but didn't know why.

With a puzzled look on her face, she turned her head to look in the direction of the general's tent, then continued to direct people to bandage Guan Huchen's wound.

But when he saw the person in the painting, Marquis Lieyang's expression froze for a moment.

When Qingsong saw this, he was very curious. He leaned over to take a look and was shocked. "Is this Guan Yu?!"

Marquis Lieyang put down the scroll, closed his eyes, and leaned gently on the couch, with a complex expression of memories, sadness, and nostalgia on his face. "There is also a poem on it: The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces, the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace. Good poem. Oh, the poet's name has been hidden by the illusion."

Taoist Qingsong made a hand seal, his eyes flashed with green light, and several lines of cursive script appeared on the right side of the scroll.

"What a beautiful and talented lady, Miss Yu! I am really blind."

Marquis Lieyang opened his eyes and read the poem softly before looking at the words that appeared behind it. "Miss Yu was delighted to see the picture and wrote a poem to praise herself in her twenties~~~Written by Zhang Yao in a certain year and month."

"Isn't she a sandman?"

Taoist Qingsong glanced at him and wanted to say: Isn’t your mother also a Shaman?
"She is born with wisdom and can even cultivate dragon veins easily, so writing poetry is even easier. After all, writing is natural and comes by accident."

After seeing the Shadow God Picture, Qingsong was no longer interested in sitting and chatting with Marquis Lieyang.

"Now that the emperor has passed away, I must return to Xianyang as soon as possible. Lord, the follow-up of the western countries is now in your hands."

Qingsong stood up, bowed to Marquis Lieyang, then turned around and walked out.

"Wait a minute, the Qingluan messenger also brought the bone-changing pill refined by Master Ge."

Marquis Lieyang first rolled up the Shadow God Map and put it back into the box, then stood up, found the small porcelain bottle, and threw it towards Qingsong.

"Guan Huchen is already useless, why don't you keep him for yourself?" Qingsong said with a smile.

"Do I still need this thing?" Marquis Lieyang disagreed.

"My Lord, there is definitely no shortage of them, but your subordinates..." Qingsong glanced at Gao Xianjue.

Gao Xianjue's eyes were burning and his face was full of desire.

He looked at the green pine trees with hopeful eyes.

Qingsong sneered and stuck out his lips at Marquis Lieyang.

Gao Xianjue immediately turned his hopeful gaze towards Marquis Lieyang.

Lieyang Hou said coldly: "Earn military merits and exchange them at the Dao Palace. If I embezzle Guan Huchen's bone-changing pills for you, the punishment for his crime of currying favor with the emperor will become murder for greed.

The people he killed were his own subordinates.

Do you want me to be seen by everyone as a dishonest, ungrateful, and ungrateful villain?"

Gao Xianjue's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and said, "I dare not. I will work hard for the Marquis, be loyal to the Qin Dynasty, and exchange my merits for the bone-changing pills."

The Taoist boy Qingsong smiled faintly, strode out of the general's tent, and went straight to the Yunlai Inn.

At this moment, Hu Chen had been transferred to the lobby of the inn.

Neither the military doctor Wei Wu nor the doctor Guan Zhong found from the inn knew how to continue the rescue.

Hu Chen's chest collapsed, and his steel breastplate deflated irregularly, like a crushed can; he didn't know how many vertebrae were broken, and there were several fist-sized lumps on his back, which were all broken and protruding vertebrae; the helmet was not covered by the Fire Rat Robe, and most of it was melted by the raging flames, and stuck to Hu Chen's head.

Fortunately, unlike Song Changqing, he did not wear a mask every day, so Hu Chen's square face still retained a large part.

This is just a "flesh and blood injury".

The internal injuries caused by the fiery true qi are impossible to estimate and difficult to eliminate completely.

"Miss Yu, General Guan is really dying. Maybe he still has a breath of true energy trapped in his heart, which can show some weak signs of breathing, but once we move any part of his body, the breath will be leaked immediately." Wei Wu said helplessly.

Xiaoyu knew that conventional means could not save Guan Huchen at all, but this world had gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas.

"Uncle Zhong, call the owner of Yunlai Inn. He runs an inn here, so he must be very familiar with famous doctors nearby. Ask him if there are any famous doctors, or if there are any extraordinary people who can bring the dead back to life."

Wei Wu shouted, "Miss Yu, I'm afraid this is not necessary. General Guan won't be able to hold out until then."

Xiao Yu really wanted to punch him: You idiot, how long Guan Huchen can hold on is his business, and showing eagerness and loyalty is what you little brothers should do now; showing filial piety of never giving up on your adoptive father is my job, Miss Yu.

If you don’t eat brains when you are a soldier, you will be a “little military doctor” all your life!

"Doctor Wei, please help my adoptive father remove the burns on his body. First, remove the fire energy on the surface of his body." Xiao Yu said.

After a while, Guan Zhong came back with a look of despair on his face, shouting, "After passing Feixian Ferry, go 80 miles southwest, there is a man named 'Zhang Qianyi, a man with a kind heart and amazing hands', who is the most famous doctor nearby.

But he is good at treating plague and poison, and he has no special skills. He has not even cultivated internal energy, and does not know how to treat internal injuries as a warrior. "

"Eighty miles is relatively close. Are there any miracle doctors in the more distant prefectures, cities, and counties? Well, my foster father has a red smoke horse that can travel three thousand miles a day. By the way, Deputy General Song, go and get my foster father's red smoke horse."

——Don’t let outsiders seize our Guan family’s inheritance!
The Red Smoke Horse has the blood of an ancient mythical beast and will take the initiative to choose its master. She, "Guan Yu", may not be without a chance.

If Marquis Lieyang or other members of the Fire Crow Army snatched it away, she would have no chance at all.

"Only General Guan can get close to the Red Smoke Horse. No one else can pull it." Song Changqing did not move.

As Hu Chen's deputy general, he was also taught the "Tiger Soul Seven Killings". At the critical moment when Hu Chen's life was hanging by a thread, he was as indifferent as an ordinary Lu Yewei armored knight.

"Oh, if only this were Yingxiang Mansion, my Guan family would never lack a miracle doctor." Guan Zhong wailed.

"Oh, there are strange people who can bring the living dead into the Guan Mansion?" Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

She knew that the Guan family's medicinal materials business was very big and they probably had many famous doctors on their payroll.

Previously in Hengsha Pass, there were seven or eight doctors working in the herbal medicine shop.

"My Guan family's ancestor is the number one miracle doctor in the West."

Even in such a sad and desperate moment, Guan Zhong's face showed a bit of pride when talking about the medical skills of Ancestor Guan.

Xiaoyu didn't notice that Song Changqing, who was pretending to be a statue beside him, clenched his fists tightly after hearing Guan Zhong's words, and his body was still shaking slightly.

If you could remove his mask, you would see hatred and anger on his ugly face.

"How is it? Has General Guan been rescued?" The voice of Qingsong Taoist came from behind the crowd.

(End of this chapter)