The king will never go to court

Chapter 42 Terrible Memories (Please collect and follow up)
Not long after, the army of the Qian Kingdom set off again and continued to return north.

Li Zongdao returned to his carriage, took off the heavy brocade robe, put on only a loose robe, and leaned on the comfortable soft bed.

However, at this moment, he is not as straightforward as he was in front of Xie Wufeng just now, and his eyes are full of darkness.

The carriage was surrounded by dead soldiers who had followed him for many years. Wang Chongjun stood respectfully outside the carriage, watching the movement around him vigilantly.

Inside the car, Qing Yan's ten-fingered jade fibers gently massaged Li Zongdao's shoulders, lowered his neck, leaned forward slightly, and exhaled like blue.

The breath from the white fingertips slowly flowed into Li Zongdao's body along the acupuncture points, relieving his fatigue.

Li Zongdao gently grabbed Qing Yan's arm with his right hand, stroked it slowly, and said softly, "I feel that Your Highness has changed."

"Changed?" Qing Yan frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, what do you mean His Highness has changed?"

"It's changed everywhere, as if it's not the one I know."

In the arms of the beauty, Li Zongdao relieved his solemn mood, and relaxed a lot, not as cautious as he was in front of Xie Wufeng.

On the other hand, Wang Ensheng wrote a prescription dictated by Xie Wufeng at a very fast speed, mainly for the various functions needed, without the specific name of the precious herb.

Accompanied by several personal guards, Wang Ensheng went directly to the military medical team where the two imperial physicians were.

"It's okay, why is there something wrong with me, just relax."

While galloping wildly, Wang Ensheng recalled Xie Wufeng's instructions, and his heart was choked with sobs.

"If something really happens to His Highness, what should I do?"

The eight personal guards behind him had never seen Wang Ensheng so crazy, so they had no choice but to speed up the whip.

A group of people went straight towards the rear of the Chinese army, raising a cloud of dust.

In the luxurious carriage, Xie Wufeng sat cross-legged on the rug, mobilizing the breath in his body to continue to circulate throughout the body, slowly restoring those damaged meridians.

"Don't be reckless like before. It seems that you have to get a good understanding of this world of martial arts."

Xie Wufeng spit out two streams of air from the tip of his nose, and the filthy air was expelled from the body with a trace of congestion.

Although he has recovered a little bit of cultivation now, the energy of heaven and earth consumed is too huge, and a solution must be found as soon as possible.

Xie Wufeng recalled the "Samsara Jue" again. Although he created it unintentionally, it was full of too many coincidences.

Thinking of these strange things, Xie Wufeng once again illuminated his sea of ​​consciousness.

A phantom figure in the shape of a human floated on the vast ocean, Xie Wufeng looked at the blurred afterimage at the end of the sea of ​​consciousness, it was very blurry, almost transparent.

"What the hell is this? Why is it in my sea of ​​consciousness? Is it the afterimage of the Dao of Reincarnation?"

Xie Wufeng thought half of it, and then dismissed the absurd guess in his heart. The phantom of the human figure kept approaching the afterimage at the end of the sea of ​​consciousness, but it seemed that there was no other shore, and he still couldn't save it.

Encountering such a situation, Xie Wufeng's face became more serious, and a strange afterimage appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. This is not a good thing.

Maybe when it will come back to myself.

"It seems that the only way to deal with this unknown existence in the sea of ​​consciousness is to improve one's own strength as soon as possible."

Xie Wufeng thought about his current strength. According to the strength division of this martial arts world, it is only the ordinary fourth grade of martial arts, and the highest peak is the land god fairyland, which is said to be able to break the shackles of heaven.

The origin of the mountain river forest seems to be related to the existence of a certain martial arts peak who has become a land fairyland.

Xie Wufeng didn't think about it anymore, turned his breath again, and got lucky for another week.

"Thousands of supernatural powers, ten thousand wonderful methods" are useless in the face of reincarnation, Xie Wufeng has already deeply felt it in his previous life.

When he practiced reincarnation supernatural powers and comprehended the Dao, he suddenly suffered a backlash, and as a result, he died and disappeared.

At that time, he possessed thousands of supernatural powers and tried his best to perform thousands of ways, but they were useless in the face of the terrible darkness.

He could only look at his dying body in despair, and he could even clearly feel the tearing pain in the depths of his soul.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Wang Ensheng's voice outside the carriage awakened Xie Wufeng from the nightmare of memories.

He casually picked up the towel on the pear wood round table to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, coughed lightly, and said, "How is it?"

"Ah!" Hearing Xie Wufeng's hoarse and flimsy voice in the carriage, Wang Ensheng rushed into the carriage regardless, and exclaimed, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Xie Wufeng was wiping his forehead when he saw the flustered Wang Ensheng and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

He hadn't noticed the change in his voice at the moment, when Wang Ensheng rushed forward in a panic, knelt down in front of him and sobbed.

"Your Highness, you can't scare the servant. Would you like to let the two imperial physicians take a good look at you?"

"It's okay, why are you flustered!" Xie Wufeng also felt that something was wrong with his voice, and pointed to the tea beside him with his finger.

Wang Ensheng got up quickly, trotted forward, handed some cold tea to Xie Wufeng's lips, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, moisten your throat first."

"Grumbling."

After drinking a cup of tea, Xie Wufeng cleared his throat again before replying, "I'm fine, so don't scare yourself. How did you do what you were asked to do?"

"After seeing the prescription, Imperial Physician Sha and Imperial Physician Liu both said that there is no such medicine in the army, and they can only buy it after arriving in Baiyan City."

Panting heavily, Wang Ensheng explained the instructions of the two imperial physicians verbatim, but concealed the curiosity and speculation of the imperial physicians.

Especially the doctor who gave Xie Wufeng the pulse, even more so about the pharmacology in the prescription, and kept asking.

Wang Ensheng could only dismiss it, "It's a recuperating prescription given by an unworldly pharmacist."

"Okay, let them buy the herbs."

As Xie Wufeng guessed in his mind, most of the medicinal herbs prepared by the Qianguo army for the southern expedition were ordinary healing medicines.

And what he needs is the kind of precious grass that restores the tendons and regulates the breath in the body, which cannot be prepared in the army.

Anyway, the journey was fine, so he was just trying his luck.

As the night fell, the roar of the wolf king could occasionally be heard in the grassland in the distance.

Qianguo, Kyoto, by Qinglong Lake.

Two ordinary carriages were quietly parked side by side by the lake, next to the royal garden. Although the carriages were ordinary, the identities behind them were not simple.

In the carriage on the left, a middle-aged man's deep voice came, "The six princes asked the prince to preside over the battle to destroy Yan. Uncle, what do you think?"

"I didn't expect Xie Wufeng, this piece of mud, to be cunning." In the carriage on the right, an old man said hoarsely, without answering the question of the middle-aged man in the carriage on the left.

"Uncle! You are my real uncle!" The middle-aged man was a little anxious. It was not easy for him to go out now. Not only did he have to avoid Zhu Lang's surveillance, but he also had to pay attention to the shadow guards of several other brothers.

"Bingfeng, don't forget you, you are the eldest son." The old man tapped the car wall lightly, disappointed.

The voice of the middle-aged man named Bingfeng was full of unwillingness and helplessness, he sighed, and said coldly, "I also want to fight, but His Majesty the Emperor, he..."

"It's all that woman, we can almost use her and Anyanghou's hands to get rid of that kid this time."

The old man sighed, hammered his chest, relieved for a moment, and said disappointedly, "That kid is lucky, and he didn't die in Zhu Lang's hands."

"Uncle, that Zhu Lang won't betray us, will he?" The middle-aged man recalled their previous plan and heard that Xie Wufeng was not dead. The original unwillingness in his heart was instantly shrouded in fear.

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