Taoist Quick Wear

The atmosphere in Wancheng was tense throughout the winter, but it relaxed a little in the spring because the sick Major General Wang finally recovered.

When he appeared again, he was almost unrecognizable. He looked more than ten years older and looked like his body was hollowed out.

I heard that he had caught a cold and coughed badly. He switched from Chinese medicine to Western medicine, which could only suppress the disease but not cure it. Many cough medicines contain ingredients that paralyze the nerves. Long-term use of cough medicines will cause the body to become seriously dependent on the medicines, and occasionally become overly excited or listless, which will also affect sleep, mood, self-control, etc. In severe cases, hallucinations and delusions will occur, leading to uncontrolled behavior.

It is too hidden, and a healthy body will be completely decayed without knowing it.

The coldest early spring has passed, the sun is warm, and the beautiful ladies and wives have changed into spring clothes. Everything is bright, tender green, tender yellow, tender pink, or cheongsam, or jacket skirt, or Western dress...

Su Baoling is thinner than before, wearing a black fine woolen coat, supporting the sickly Major General Wang, the two of them snuggled together, feeling like an old man and a young wife.

Si Qingyan saw her from a distance, but Su Baoling lowered her head to avoid his eyes.

Very distant, a bit of avoidance.

Major General Wang took Su Baoling in his arms, kissed her forehead to show his sovereignty, and then smiled provocatively at Si Qingyan. Humph, what sister and brother, isn't it just a man's covetousness for a beautiful woman?

Si Qingyan lowered her head to hold back her laughter.

Major General Wang was almost killed by Su Baoling, and he was still doing this. The more he acted, the faster he would die...I think he is not a smart man. Thinking this way, I am not too worried about Su Baoling.

There are more and more Japanese troops in the north. Although there is still the Northeast in the middle, the rear cannot provide much support. Si Qingheng is restless. Whenever he has free time, he trains in the barracks.

The weapons factory moved from Qingxiang to another place. When Si Qingyan is not in school, he studies nuclear bombs there. In fact, under the current conditions, the research of nuclear bombs cannot bring great changes to the overall situation. This country is too big, and because of the separatist warlords, it has become a mess.

The Nanjing government has a vague tendency to unify the country. The two parties united and went north to attack those separatist warlords. Strictly speaking, Si Qingheng is also one of the latter, but he surrendered to the Nanjing government early. No matter what happened in private, he still belonged to Nanjing on the surface.

The South summoned him together, and Si Qingheng had to lead his troops to participate in the Northern Expedition, and he was still a vanguard... Even if he knew that the Nanjing government wanted to consume his troops, Si Qingheng could not refuse.

Although this matter has many disadvantages, it can also test the effect of the training in the past two years. If he could bring this new army up, they would belong to him alone...

No matter what, he had to think of an excuse to comfort himself.

Before the expedition, Si Qingyan sneaked into Si Qingheng's room at night and asked him to take off his clothes.

Si Qingheng had a complicated expression, and for the first time ever, he was a little defensive...

"What are you going to do?"

He didn't take off his clothes.

"Do you believe me?" Si Qingyan shook the porcelain box in his hand.

"What is that?" Si Qingheng smelled a hint of blood.

"Paint."

"Tattooing it on your body can bring good luck in times of trouble and ensure victory in every battle." The porcelain box contained a ground sandalwood bead, the best medicinal materials, and Si Qingyan's fingertip blood. Each material contains a faint spiritual energy, which can strengthen the body and regulate the qi when tattooed on a person. If it is tattooed into a special totem, it will have a special effect.

"You...will also believe this?" Si Qingheng was a little unbelievable.

He always thought that Si Qingyan was a firm materialist now. Because he, Si Qingyan, compiled a philosophy textbook, and once used the theories in the textbook to defeat all the teachers and students in the school, successfully making the school have a required philosophy course. Sometimes Si Qingheng thinks this course is useless, but if learning this thing can make people not believe in ghosts and gods and use their brains to think, it's not bad.

I always feel that it's a bit weird for a serious scientific research maniac to say that he wants to get a tattoo...

"Take off your clothes quickly, the paint will dry if you rub it."

If he wasn't afraid of alarming others, Si Qingyan would want to tear off Si Qingheng's clothes directly. In the past few years, he has taken care of him many times. On the battlefield, swords and swords are blind and guns are fierce. Si Qingyan can only think of other ways to increase Si Qingheng's survival rate.

"What are you going to tattoo for me?" Si Qingheng was helpless.

But Si Qingyan deliberately touched him and said this, and he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.

At least this younger brother is worried about his safety.

Although... what's this... tattoo in the middle of the night?

Si Qingheng wanted to curse but didn't know what words to curse.

"Before General Yue Fei left, his mother tattooed four words on his back. Do you know what they are?" Si Qingyan asked.

"Invincible?" Si Qingheng had never heard of this story, so he could only think along the lines of Si Qingyan's words.

I always felt something was a little strange...

"It's serving the country with all your heart." Si Qingyan took out a silver needle and stabbed it into Si Qingheng's back at lightning speed.

Si Qingheng was caught off guard by the needle and almost cried out. He turned his head and rolled his eyes.

My younger brother is here to defeat him.

The one before was, and the one now is too.

"You are a man, and you are afraid of pain?" Si Qingyan frowned, a little disdainful.

"I am a man, so I can't be afraid of pain?" Si Qingheng felt it was very unfair.

"No, you should be expressionless now, with a forbearing look in your eyes." Si Qingyan felt that Si Qingheng's reaction was wrong. Aren't you the iron-blooded and cold young marshal Si in front of outsiders?

When the needle pricks you, you roll your eyes, what does it look like!

"Shit." Si Qingheng uttered vulgar words, rolled up his sleeves, and was worried.

"Why don't you light the candle? What are you going to stab me with?"

Si Qingheng was afraid that one day he would take off his clothes in front of his subordinates, revealing an indecent thing behind his back, and he would be laughed at behind his back.

"Guaranteed to be more domineering than serving the country with loyalty." Si Qingyan made a plan in her mind and stabbed Si Qingheng's back one needle after another. The needle tip was stained with the pigment specially prepared by Si Qingyan. It was a deep dark red, like solidified blood.

There was indeed blood in it, and it all came from Si Qingyan. Later, when it was not enough, he pricked his finger and squeezed some out. Blood cannot be used for tattoos, but Si Qingyan forced the spiritual energy in her body to her fingertips and allowed it to melt into the blood, and the blood became special in various ways.

"What is it? I've already let you stab me. You tell me first so that I can be mentally prepared."

Si Qingheng was very curious.

"Well... let me tell you another story." Si Qingyan thought for a while and said slowly:

"Also a general, he also has a mother."

Before Si Qingyan finished speaking, he heard Si Qingheng ask in a trembling voice:

"What exactly are you implying?"

"I'm not your mother, don't worry." Si Qingyan inserted the needle with a slightly stronger force and deeper to prevent Si Qingheng from thinking too much.

Si Qingheng took a deep breath in pain and said no more.

"His mother told him the story of Yue Fei and his loyalty to the country..."

When Si Qingyan said this, as expected, Si Qingheng's expression started to look strange again, but this time Si Qingheng held it back and didn't say much.

"Then he took off his clothes and had his mother tattoo him."

Si Qingheng's expression became even weirder.

Si Qingyan ignored Si Qingheng's hesitant expression and continued:

"I heard that those four words can make him survive every battle. The effect is very miraculous."

"What four words are they? Serving the country with loyalty and loyalty?" Si Qingheng asked.

"No...it's a hero who spares his life." Si Qingyan's lips curved into a kind smile.

"Don't scare me..." Si Qingheng's expression suddenly turned bitter.

"without."

Si Qingyan finished the last tattoo and looked at the black-blooded unicorn behind Si Qingheng, feeling very satisfied.

This unicorn is so red that it turns black, with a lion's head and tiger's eyes, and an elk's body with dragon scales. It walks on the clouds. It is extremely noble. There is a hint of ferocity in the majestic atmosphere. It almost wants to fly out and ride on the clouds.

Qilin is formed from the scattering of the stars of the year. It is a symbol of auspiciousness and good luck. And it is also a king beast. Only outstanding people can bear this pattern and be blessed by the totem. Although Si Qingheng's methods are not benevolent, he has a strong balance in his heart and has a faint kingly demeanor, which is very suitable for Qilin tattoos.

Si Qingheng tilted his neck and glanced back. He caught a glimpse of cloud patterns and breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought Si Qingyan would get a tattoo of "Heroes spare my life", and I was worried for a long time.

"I didn't expect that you still have a skill. If you have no money in the future, you can rely on this to support yourself." Si Qingheng complimented casually.

"Don't get tattoos casually." Si Qingyan put away the empty porcelain box and warned him a few words, asking him to pay more attention to his diet recently and not to take a bath in the past two days. Si Qingheng repeated everything, and Si Qingyan left with peace of mind. .

"Are you afraid of my death?" Si Qingheng asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Si Qingyan left quietly without taking a single cloud with her.

"Tough talk." Si Qingheng sneered and touched his burning back. He could only lie down and fell asleep peacefully.

Si Qingheng's army was unstoppable. Like a sharp blade, it broke through the territory of several warlords in succession, and for a time it was an eyesore to many people. Although the casualty rate of rushing to the front is high, the chance of grabbing things is also high. Some second-generation people who were arranged to gild and reap benefits did not steal Si Qingheng, and could only scold him behind his back for reincarnation as a starving ghost and double-dealing. , a traitor among men.

Si Qingheng was essentially a warlord. He had left the organization without hesitation and defected to the Nanjing government a few years ago. Recently, during the Northern Expedition, he raised a butcher knife against the commanders and marshals of various departments with whom he had a good relationship in the past. He did not miss the old friendship at all, but he was also not close to the direct forces of the Nanjing government.

Maybe it's because his head isn't low enough. He didn't put on a show of loyalty, one that would go up against mountains of swords and go through seas of fire, and would obey orders regardless of life or death. It doesn't matter how hard he falls in front of his family, but outside, Si Qingheng's back seems to have an iron backbone, and he can't give in no matter what.

This battle lasted from July to the following winter. When Si Qingheng came back, there was another heavy snowfall in Wancheng.

Yin Changan can already walk. He looks more like Yin Siting, with delicate features. He is a quiet child and very well-behaved. Due to various reasons, he has been kept in the heavily guarded Yin Mansion, living in seclusion and rarely going out.

Even if Si Qingheng allowed Yin Siting to go out for fun, she would not dare to leave the Yin Mansion, let alone take Yin Changan out. Only when Wen Jinghong came over would she feel a little more relaxed. Every time Wen Jinghong comes over, Yin Changan is the happiest. Although he can't leave the house, his "uncle" will bring him delicious food, fun things, and tell many good stories.

As for the reason why I can’t leave the house...

Si Qingheng fought on the front line and offended too many people. If his family members were assassinated when they went out, who could afford it? Even Wen Jinghong didn't dare to take Yin Siting out of the house even half a step, let alone Yin Changan.

Si Qingheng didn't stay in Yin House for long. He originally planned to stay only for a while and then leave. Unexpectedly, he pulled out a small ball wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket from behind the door.

"Dad! Dad!"

Yin Changan hugged Si Qingheng's boots, not afraid of him at all.

Si Qingheng felt a little complicated for a moment.

In the past, I had a deep hatred with Master Yin. Now his son calls me dad. Isn't this recognizing a thief as his father?

Or has Yin Siting always taught her child to call me dad?

Not long after, Yin Siting came over with a panicked look on her face to apologize, holding Yin Changan in her arms, and carefully looked at Si Qingheng's expression.

In the past, Si Qingheng was cold, gloomy, and moody, but his behavior could be roughly guessed, but now it is hard to see through.

He just sat on the big chair with his hands clasped together, as if thinking about something important, and didn't look at them at all.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he seems to have changed a lot.

He is so deep that it makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

I heard that he won all the way in the Northern Expedition and was very powerful. There are also noble ladies from the Nanjing government who want to marry him.

When she thought of this, Yin Siting was a little scared. Should she "die of illness", then what should Changan do? He is so young, and he is not Si Qingheng's child. If he doesn't have a mother, he won't live long.

"Take the child aside first."

Si Qingheng ordered.

Yin Siting looked up at Si Qingheng, almost begging.

"Dad!" Yin Changan looked up, and his round eyes looked at Si Qingheng flatteringly.

Everyone said that his father was Si Shaoshuai, a great hero who beat bad guys!

"Who taught you to call like that?" Si Qingheng was a little curious.

"...It's uncle." Although Yin Changan was young, he was articulate and a smart child.

Si Qingheng thought for a long time. Where did this child get his uncle? Could it be that the dead eldest Master Yin came to him in a dream? Or the dead second Master Yin came to him in a dream?

Yin Siting said tremblingly:

"It's Master Wen."

Si Qingheng coughed a few times to cover up his impulse to laugh out loud.

Oh, I almost forgot that this sister-in-law is Yin Siting's cousin, and can barely be Yin Changan's "uncle".

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