Shangguan Lingxiu choked and nodded, immediately stood up, and said in a deep voice: "The old marshal asked us all to go out, and only Yun Yang was asked to stay. Everyone, go out, quickly!"
She knew that time was running out, and the old marshal might not be able to last long.
Without any explanation, he pushed and shoved everyone out and drove them far away, completely isolating the tent from the crowd fifty feet away.
The old marshal is now in the final stage of his life. What he wants to say to Yun Zun, whose identity is kept secret, before he dies must be of great importance, so no matter who it is, he should not listen, let alone listen!
If possible, Shangguan Lingxiu would even want to drive everyone off this mountain just to be safe!
At a distance of fifty feet, there are still loud sounds of war drums on the opposite side, and the faint sound of fighting on the battlefield can be heard. The voices inside are so low, even if the gods want to listen, there is nothing they can do, right
Shangguan Lingxiu was thinking this, but the sadness in her heart was even worse, and her tears kept flowing down. For a moment, she felt weak all over her body, and there was only despair in her heart.
Marshal Qiu Jianhan is the pillar of the Yutang Empire!
Now, this Optimus Prime is about to fall...
What will happen to the current war and Yutang in the future? Will the future be bleak again? !
Yun Yang resisted the overwhelming pain in his chest, managed to get closer, and said repeatedly: "Old Marshal, I am here, I am here."
Qiu Jianhan's eyes had begun to wander at this moment, but he stared blankly at Yun Yang's face, carefully and seriously, trying hard to focus his eyes to see clearly, and finally, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. , said in a low voice: "Everyone... go out..."
Yun Yang said: "Everyone is out."
Qiu Jianhan was worried and said: "You... go and see... see... let them... no matter how far away... they are..."
Yun Yang's heart suddenly moved, and he reached the tent door in a short step. When he looked out, he saw that everyone had already left the tent dozens of feet away, and they would never hear any movement from here.
After confirming, Yun Yang walked back to the bed and said, "Old Marshal, they are all far away..."
"Well..." Qiu Jianhan's eyes suddenly became sharp. He still breathed heavily for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "I... this time... it won't work... before I leave... but I still... I have a wish…but it’s not yet fulfilled…”
Yun Yang said hurriedly: "Although the old marshal said that Yun Yang would die through fire and water, he would still fulfill his last wish for the old marshal!"
Qiu Jianhan murmured in a low voice: "There is no need for this... I only have one question in my mind... I want to ask clearly... If I don't ask... I understand... I will never rest in peace."
Yun Yang said: "Old Marshal, just ask, I know everything and I can't tell you anything!"
Qiu Jianhan coughed again and could hardly breathe. Yun Yang's endless energy was running in his body, barely helping him to breathe, but his expression became even more depressed.
Yun Yang concentrated and listened attentively, and then he could barely hear the old marshal asking in a low voice: "... Yun Yang... are you... are you... are you..."
His eyes suddenly lit up, he looked into Yun Yang's eyes, and asked breathlessly: "...is it... Yun... Zun?"
Is it Yun Zun
This can be said to be Yun Yang's biggest secret!
A secret that Yun Yang had never taken the initiative to expose to anyone!
But now, looking into the old marshal's eyes, Yun Yang didn't hesitate at all, quietly came to his ear, and whispered: "Old marshal, you guessed it right... I am Yun Zun, the only remaining one among the nine. one."
Qiu Jianhan's face suddenly glowed with a blush, and his eyes became brighter. He stared at Yun Yang with joy. The more he looked at Yun Yang, the more he liked it. He said with relief: "The Nine Lords are not dead after all... I... finally... I can rest assured... God... God is still... still blessing me... Yutang... "
One of his hands fumbled and finally touched Yun Yang's hand. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he held it tightly. He looked at Yun Yang without blinking: "I...I didn't...guess wrong. ... But, this secret... you... must... always... keep it forever... never let... let anyone know... don't... "
"yes!"
Yun Yang's tears streamed down, and he felt as if his heart was broken into eight petals. He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe!
Once again, once again facing the death of a loving elder, is this the only fate that awaits me? !
"This... secret is kept... Yutang... can be saved... if not... then..."
"I know, I will never let anyone know my identity!" Yun Yang promised forcefully.
Qiu Jianhan's breathing became fainter little by little, but a satisfied smile continued to overflow on his face. His hand still held Yun Yang's hand tightly, and his eyes were still full of loving brilliance, focusing on Yun Yang. Yang, said in a low voice: "Good boy... Good boy..."
Yun Yang finally couldn't help it, and suddenly cried loudly.
At this moment, the world-famous Master Yun Zun was crying like a child: "Old Marshal... don't die... I... I have lost too much... You can't die anymore..."
"I can't stand it...I can't hold it anymore..."
Yun Yang cried so hard that he had no image left at all.
Qiu Jianhan's warm eyes looked at his face lovingly, and he said softly: "Silly boy... how can a person not die..."
His eyes gradually became distant, and he murmured: "Speaking of it...my life...is actually quite enough...but...my death...the safety of the country...my old wife..."
There was an unconcealable aftertaste of nostalgia in his eyes, and he murmured: "I can't let go... I can't let go... But... our motherland is in troubled times... we... why do we cherish this life..."
After hearing the old marshal's muttering, Yun Yang was devastated, burst into tears, and was so sad that he couldn't help himself.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from far outside the tent, and a voice shouted urgently: "Commander... urgent military information..."
Fu Baoguo's voice sounded angrily from afar: "Stop! Why are you shouting? I'm not dead yet, why don't you get down!"
Obviously, Fu Baoguo was afraid that this sudden sound would disturb the old marshal's final instructions.
But the sound of the horse's hooves suddenly reminded Yun Yang of something. The sad sound that had never stopped before suddenly stopped!
He raised his head suddenly and muttered to himself.
"Ma...Military situation?...Honghong?..."
The old marshal's consciousness was blurred again at this time, and he subconsciously responded: "... What...?"
Yun Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up with joy: "Old Marshal, you are saved! You are definitely saved! I have thought of a way! Why am I so stupid, the life-saving elixir is in my body, and I can't even remember it? !”
Tears of ecstasy were shed for a moment.
But Qiu Jianhan's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he murmured: "Your Majesty... Lao Qiu... has gone..."
At this moment, the old marshal actually fell into a coma. It was obvious that he had reached his limit. Maybe the next moment his soul would disappear and his heroic spirit would return to heaven!
Yun Yang's thoughts suddenly changed, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He jumped up, stretched out his hand, and a knife with flashing cold light suddenly appeared in his hand. He pulled off the sleeve of his robe and put his wrist in front of Qiu Jianhan's mouth. With a slash of the knife, blood spurted out from his wrist.
Yun Yang's free hand immediately opened the old marshal's mouth and poured the blood in drop by drop.
His own blood has magical effects, which has already been reflected in Honghong's body. However, the old marshal's body was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. He may not be able to withstand the huge power of the medicine. He can only use blood drop by drop, step by step, to make him The possibility of resurrecting the dead and turning danger into safety!
The self-healing ability of Zhishi high-level cultivators is extremely strong. Yun Yang only bled for a moment before the wound gradually clotted. Yun Yang swung the knife again and cut himself again, causing the wound to open again, and so on, one after another. After three big bowls of blood, Yun Yang stopped!
With so much blood, the old marshal should be able to recover, right? !
Yun Yang felt at ease in his heart, and he couldn't help but relax the tone he had been forcing, but he was shocked to realize that his head was dizzy, and his internal organs felt like they were about to explode. He could no longer hold on, and after stumbling, he collapsed with a pop. Go down.
The next moment, I felt boundless fatigue and boundless darkness rushing up all at once, and I didn’t know what was going on...
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