"According to historical records, Sun Simiao was born in 541, and he is now 85 years old, but he looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties, no wonder he lived to be 140 years old before he died, and he is worthy of being the medicine king who has studied the way of medicine the most deeply in history."
It wasn't until Sun Simiao's figure disappeared from Yu Wenzhe's sight that Yu Wenzhe shook his head in admiration, even though he was aware of it in his heart after seeing the medicine rat, but when he heard him say this name, he couldn't stop being shocked.
Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, is definitely a famous figure in history, and his Qianjin prescription is the first encyclopedia of clinical medicine in Chinese history, the originator of the prescription book, and even respected as a treasure of mankind by foreign scholars.
Legend has it that he lived to be one hundred and forty-two years old, and more than a month after his death, the color was still the same as when he was alive, and when his body was carried into the coffin, it felt like he was carrying empty clothes, and he was a legendary figure.
"Young master, don't you know him, this gentleman is not simple, if you start to do it, I'm afraid I'm not an opponent" Lin Ping looked at Yu Wenzhe who was still standing there even after Sun Simiao left, and asked hesitantly.
"I've just heard of him, a generation of famous doctors."
Yu Wenzhe said as he stretched out his hands and put them in front of his eyes, the skin on his hands was pale and almost transparent, and he could even clearly see the flow of blood in his veins.
"Young Master, what should I do now, how is your body" Lin Ping looked at Yu Wenzhe's hands that had become different and the red glow in the depths of his eyes, and asked worriedly.
"It doesn't matter."
Yu Wenzhe raised his steps and walked in the direction of the upstream, not even showing any nostalgia, maybe it was the red light that swallowed his tears under his eyes, and even his body exuded an extremely cold aura, like a cold corpse qi.
Soon after Sun Simiao left, only half an hour away, he came to an old thatched house, this is a deserted suburb, surrounded by scattered forests, with a wide field of vision, a thatched house appeared in front of him.
A strong medicinal fragrance came out of the thatched house, Sun Simiao just walked to the door, stretched out his hand to touch the wooden door, and a white phantom appeared in front of him, Sun Simiao instantly took a step back, flashed this white shadow in a millimeter, and then showed a wry smile on his face.
"Little guy, I just went back and caught the eyes of a cold water fish as a medicine guide, you don't know me."
"Squeak."
The next moment, the medicine rat came out of Sun Simiao's medicine pocket, holding a red fruit in his little paws, and handed it to the white figure like a treasure, but the little head turned to look at Sun Simiao, revealing a hint of schadenfreude.
"Little guy, you think I'm coming back late, don't worry, your little master can't die, and what I caught this time is the king of fish, and I can definitely give you a living master."
Sun Simiao looked at the shadow in front of him with resentful eyes, and the bitterness on his face was even stronger, this white figure was the lightning marten that jumped into the river and chased Cao Lianxin.
"Squeak."
The lightning marten took the fruit that the medicine mouse sent for himself, glanced at Sun Simiao with warning, flashed again, and disappeared in front of the wooden door.
"Squeak."
After the lightning marten left, Sun Simiao opened the wooden door and walked in, taking out several herbs from his medicine pocket, and a pair of glassball-sized eyes, which were blood-red in color and exuded a foul smell.
Sun Simiao directly grinded the fresh herbs, and the green medicinal juice was gradually squeezed out, and he left these medicinal juices and boiled them in a casserole with the pair of foul-smelling eyes.
Through Sun Simiao's body, you can vaguely see that there is a wooden bed in the inner room behind him.
There was a man lying on it, covered in a white cloth, and only occasionally her chest could be seen rising and falling.
On the road to Yinchuan.
"Hehe, you can't run, you're all killed" "Run, run, run as fast as you go.
The more you kill, the happier you are."
A team of Turkic soldiers, riding war horses, as if chasing prey, had to chase dozens of people in front of the Tang Dynasty, these people included men and women, old people, and children, if someone was left behind in the team, they were greeted by a scimitar glowing with cold light, the friction sound of the scimitar cutting into the flesh, the sound of blood splashing on the ground and the sound of crying and shouting were intertwined, which seemed extremely desolate.
There were also a dozen young men with bows and arrows on their backs, and they fled in droves, turning around and shooting an arrow from time to time to buy time, and occasionally hitting the Turkic soldiers, but this made the Turks more and more brutal and chased more urgently.
People can't outrun horses, as time goes by, their physical strength gradually fades, and the distance between them and the Turks is getting closer and closer, and these Turks don't know if they really have the idea of hunting, until this time they draw out the bow and arrow behind their backs, like raindrops of dense arrows scattered into the crowd, just this round of scattering, the old and weak women and children in the crowd all fell to the ground, only the young man who was still holding a weapon remained.
This is not war, it is not killing, the Turks really regard this hunt as a game, as a hunt, this is to save the strongest prey to the end, to satisfy their perverted hearts.
"Damn, Lao Tzu fought with you" In the crowd, the remaining young adults all erupted in desperate roars, completely ignoring their own bodies, and frantically pounced on the Turks behind them.
The two sides soon came into contact with each other, and these people relied on this indignation to fight with the Turkic soldiers, but they did not cooperate at all, like a plate of loose sand, and they were no match for the Turkic soldiers, and they were defeated and retreated, and they were about to be slaughtered completely.
The battle erupted more and more fiercely, the Turks screamed excitedly, the scimitar in their hands swung more powerfully, and the light reflected by the blade was scattered in all directions, as if the traces of death were carved in space.
"Even if Lao Tzu is dead, he has to pull a cushion on his back, die" As the saying goes, the mourning soldiers will win, and when these people were slaughtered, they burst out with the power of the last trace of resentment in their bodies, frantically waving the weapons in their hands, and roaring like wild beasts on the verge of death.
At this moment, the outermost Turks began to be chaotic, one by one feathered arrows kept shooting in the distance, each of them shot into the throat of a Turkic soldier without deviation, the Turks were in chaos, the outermost Turks turned to defend, but they could only see two blurred figures approaching rapidly from a distance, one of them kept pulling the bowstring, and one by one the feathered arrows kept shooting, no matter how they dodged, these feather arrows pierced their throats like they had eyes. i0 t1706231537: