Novoland: Eagle Flag: Three

In the middle of the night, the tired Hime Ye walked into the incense shop again.

After traveling and fighting for many years, he seldom feels tired. But with the arrival of disappointment, an ominous shadow enveloped his heart, and Hime Ye began to feel tired. No doctor can detoxify the venom of the viper's sting, and few doctors have even heard of this terrible name. And neither Yuran nor Long Xiang came back, so they also haven't found a doctor who can detoxify the viper.

However, half a day has passed, and Lu Guichen is gradually dying. Ji Ye felt as if his own death was quietly approaching along with Lu Guichen's.

He didn't want to enter the guest room, knowing that Xiang Kongyue was also in a difficult situation, Ji Ye didn't want to disturb him. Before leaving the guest room, Ji Ye saw beads of sweat on Xiang Kongyue's forehead. A man as elegant as he would never allow himself to sweat if he hadn't been compelled to do so. After Xiang Kongyue saw the terrifying arrow clearly, she had already started to use the secret technique of True Yang Fire with all her strength. Xiang Kongyue could kill dozens of soldiers in a sea of ​​flames with a wave of his hand, but to keep Lu Guichen alive, he would have to drain all his energy.

"Wine, Qingyang Soul." Ji Ye's voice was hoarse.

Sitting in the empty incense inn due to the lack of people, Ji Ye silently waited for his wine. Besides wine, he can wait for Yuran and Long Xiang, then he has nothing to wait for, unless he wants to wait for Lu Guichen's death.

This thought weighed heavily on his heart, Ji Ye frowned, trying to use the anger condensed at this moment to vent the boredom in his chest.

"Wine! Qingyang soul!" Ji Ye slammed the table.

Jimo was drinking silently, a pair of emerald green eyes were looking at him from a dark corner, while looking at him, carelessly flicked the counter. In fact, her mental arithmetic has already produced results, and she is just a habit of doing calculations.

"The military chaos in Qinyang City will end like this." Ximen whispered to himself, neither sad nor happy.

Himino's black eyes were particularly deep under the light. At this moment, Jiye was not as cold as in the daytime, but a little melancholy, and his black eyebrows, which were as sharp as long knives, also frowned. The sharp lines on his face were a little hazy under the light, and Ximen also took a few quiet glances at him.

Ximen Yejing's interest was aroused because of Ji Ye's changes. It is difficult for a girl to understand a person's emotional changes. For her, everything in the world is just a change of astrology. The calculation in her hand calculated love, then a man and woman would get married and have offspring, and she calculated hate, then a pair of enemies would kill each other until one or both of them died. In Ximen Yejing's view, love and hate are not important things, what is important is the indication of the astrology and the final result.

She didn't understand why the mighty Himeno was worried at all, she felt that this sometimes cold and sometimes worried young samurai was different from other people she had seen.

"This person," the girl said to herself, "is a bit strange."

"Let's help big brother calculate the next three months of travel," the drunk teenager giggled and leaned next to Ximen Yejing's face, and the counting chips on the table showed her identity.

"One gold baht," Ximen Yejing replied indifferently. In fact, the Huangji Jingtian faction is not a rich man who has no worries about food and clothing. Her traveling expenses still come from occasionally helping people calculate their star fate.

The strength of the Qingyang soul melted slowly in his mouth. The person who brewed this wine may be a bold and heroic man from the barbarian Qingyang, but their leader, Lu Guichen, has been deprived of all his vitality by poison. vitality. Ji Ye thought that Lu Guichen would die, he knew that Lu Guichen might die earlier than himself, and the blood baby in Lu Guichen's body could explode at any time, but this was the first time Ji Ye knew clearly. Feeling like my best friend is dying.

The most frightening thing is not that he is dead, but that he is dying. He can't even recall anything, and can only watch the life of death. How would he tell those barbarian warriors of the Qingyang tribe who were waiting for news?

Anxiety surged up again, and Ji Ye patted the table again: "Wine, more wine!"

"Hi," someone called from behind him.

Himino turned his head and looked at him with emerald green eyes under the soft hat. The girl about fifteen or sixteen years old asked very coldly but politely: "Can you help me? I will repay you. "

The drunk teenager followed behind the girl, groping and pulling at her cloak while shouting indiscriminately: "Calculate again, calculate again, why do you say I will lose money when I go out this time? I spent one gold baht to get it This result?"

"I helped him calculate his star fate for business travel next month, and it turned out that his fortune is not optimistic. Although he lacks sophisticated calculations, I still think he will lose most of his money and return to Qin Dynasty. Yang, but he has been pestering me to recalculate," the girl ignored the boy, but said to Ji Ye, "I never count the second time."

Ji Ye frowned, this is a habit he and Xiang Kongyue learned. Ji Ye is good at courage, and Xiang Kongyue is good at wisdom, but the frowning of the two of them expresses the same meaning - displeasure that cannot be ignored.

"Can't you do the math again for him? He spent money."

"I have already calculated and compensated him."

The girl's calm made Ji Ye interested. He looked at Ximen's delicate face intently, and couldn't imagine that this childish face could have such a solemn expression. Ji Ye suddenly smiled at Ximen, seeing this strange girl eased his mood.

"Give me back my money!" The boy finally got angry, "You liar."

The young man grabbed Ximen's soft hat, revealing his snow-white short hair. Ximen was a little scared, and his expression was a little embarrassed. The girl's terrified expression made Ji Ye a little angry. His palm was like a sharp knife, and he slashed at the boy's wrist, and took back Ximen's soft hat.

The young man clutched his wrist and fell to the ground. He was so dazed that he hadn't recognized the person in front of him as the source of the chaos in Qinyang City these days. He just pointed at Ji Ye tremblingly and said: You and this liar... ..."

"I don't know if she's a liar," Ji Ye said coldly, "but I'm just a robber."

"Little girl, go home and come out to count astrology when you grow up."

"Thank you." Ximen didn't care about Ji Ye's rare concern. "I said I would repay you. I am very glad to have this opportunity."

"Return?"

"If you don't want to die from Zuo's snake venom in five years, you'd better go back and soak your fingers in a drug called nicocerinine for a whole day," Simon said lightly, "If your Friends also touched the arrowhead of the viper thorn, you can tell them too. You better understand that the viper venom can enter the body through the skin, and it can never be destroyed. Quietly destroy your body, ordinary people will kill you in five years Later, he died of a serious illness caused by snake venom. Although he was not directly poisoned, he was also slowly fatal."

After a while of silence, Ji Ye suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Do you know Viper Thorn?"

"There is a very old medical book called "Seven Kinds of Snake Venom". It is very absurd, but it is accurate in the analysis of viper venom. When I am free to study astrology, I also read miscellaneous books to supplement my knowledge."

Looking at the calm girl, Hime Ye always felt that he didn't seem to be talking to a fifteen or sixteen year old girl.

"Then can you cure viper venom?" Ji Ye asked.

Ximen lowered his eyes, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Jiye: "No."

"No?" Ji Ye's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Are you going to force me?" Ximen was not afraid of Ji Ye's eyes at all.

The corners of Ji Ye's mouth slowly pulled out a little smile, and the smile was a little tired: "I'm sorry, little girl, I may be too nervous. But if you really do, please save my friend."

"I'm not a little girl, and I won't save your friends."

After speaking, Simon turned and left. A hand suddenly pressed firmly on the top of Ximen's head, and Ji Ye's voice came from behind: "Little girl, your hat." After touching the soft hat already on top of his head, he looked at Ji Ye's somewhat sloppy drunken eyes , Simon hesitated and stopped.

"Mr. Himeno?"

"You know my name?" Ji Ye was a little curious.

"Now everyone in Qinyang knows your name. I just want to tell you that the military disaster in Qinyang is about to end. I have observed the stars in Qinyang. The orbits of the stars indicate that the weakest of the warring parties This army will be wiped out, this is the will of the war gods, I hope you understand what I am talking about."

"The weakest team?" Ji Ye raised his eyebrows, "Are you talking about us?"

"If you still have something on your mind, for example, you like the blond-headed feathered person next to you but haven't had a chance to tell her, then hurry up," Ximen said as he walked towards the door, "I may calculate a person's fate. I will make mistakes, but it is absolutely impossible for me to make mistakes in calculating the direction of the war. The result of this war is the sorrow of you and all your friends."

"I don't believe in luck," Ji Ye's voice came from behind her, "as long as I still have a gun."

Ximen also walked quietly on the quiet street. Like other cities in Wanzhou, some places in Qinyang are lively late at night, while others are deserted. Even in the rich Wanzhou, there are still some people who are rich and some people who are poor. Wealthy people are pursuing a life of extravagance. They watch songs and dances, gamble, drink, and have **** in the most lively restaurants, while poor people go to bed early for tomorrow's life.

Ximen Yejing can calculate the fate of poverty and wealth, and it is more accurate. But it was not until she left the ancient forest in Ningzhou and saw these different people for herself that she understood the meaning of poverty and wealth.

Her mood was a little messy tonight, she thought that the cold and worried young warrior was about to die, as well as the beautiful feathered girl beside him, the handsome mystic, and others. Ximen believed in the result of her own calculation that this weak field army was doomed to perish. Her calculation was no different from what the gods said. She rarely recalled the results of her calculations, but tonight she kept recalling her calculations, wondering if there were some mistakes in them. Maybe the young samurai and his friends didn't have to die? She admits that she likes those people more, at least like them than those wealthy businessmen in Qinyang who only use money to show their aura.

"Forget it," Simon said to himself, "calculation of astrology does not require emotion. Whether you like it or not is the fate of the gods. Man does not live for bravery, nor die for evil. Regular."

Suddenly she heard crying, the crying of many women, Simon turned his head.

Dozens of women came running from the darkness on the other side of the street, weeping and running away, and there seemed to be rough and cursing behind them.

"Stinky bitches, don't run! Otherwise, I'll tear your skin off!" Several warriors chased after holding up their whips. They seemed to be drunk, and their steps were not flexible.

Among the women, there are feathered men with light brown hair, and there are also a few extremely beautiful and charming women who seem to be charming women, and most of them are ordinary humans. They wore very ill-fitting one-color black robes, with bright red numbers marked on the necklines. These disheveled women ran helplessly in the dark night, leaving crying all the way, and then they were destined to be captured by the warriors.

There are many wealthy people gathered in the big cities of Wanzhou, and they need the most luxurious enjoyment in the entire Kyushu continent. The metal products of Heluo were snatched by the warrior group and sold to the Chamber of Commerce, and the lacquerware of Yuren was also transported from the distant Ningzhou. good stuff. Besides these, they also need women, thousands of concubines and brothels. They like all kinds of women, so many samurai hired by the Chamber of Commerce trade people in war-torn places all day long. From seven or eight-year-old girls to married housewives, thousands of women are sent to the Qinyang, at the same time the fading prostitutes are mourning their old age.

Escaping is pointless, just their last struggle. There was also a hint of sadness in Ximen's emerald green eyes.

The women passed by Ximen, but a pair of terrifying big hands landed on Ximen's shoulders: "Smelly bitch, I caught one!"

At the other end of the street, the intercepting warriors appeared, and the two groups of warriors gradually converged, encircling all the fleeing women. Only then did Ximen discover something very bad. The black robe is indeed very similar to the clothes on the escaped woman.

"I'm just passing by here," Simon said calmly.

"Nonsense!" The samurai sneered, "Little girl, don't try to lie to me!"

"I'm just passing by, can't you see that my clothes are not exactly the same as theirs?"

"Ghost knows, so many women are transported from southeast to northwest every day, so it's not surprising that the robes are different. Don't worry, I will send you all to the Spring Garden to change into beautiful clothes and dress up beautifully."

"It's the same if you take off your clothes anyway!" The samurai next to him smiled obscenely.

An ominous premonition enveloped the astrologer, and Ximen regretted that he should calculate his fortune for today. Although she also knew that the calculation of ordinary people's star life was very inaccurate, and the calculation of star life would not be accurate enough to avoid disaster, but she still couldn't help regretting it. At this point, even the best astrologer in the world is helpless.

The vicious warriors next to him seemed to prove Ximen's premonition, and a crying woman was torn off her clothes. Seeing her naked breasts, Simon began to fear for the first time the fate that might befall him.

The sound of hooves.

The slow sound of horseshoes, like spring rain hitting a stone slab, is clear and silent.

The knight's calm demeanor stunned the warriors to watch. When they calmed down, the woman's cry was extremely ear-piercing. On the majestic Qing Zou, the tall warrior frowned slightly.

At first, Ji Ye, who wanted to go around, bowed his head because of the mournful cry. When he bowed his head, he saw those emerald green eyes in the crowd. Himeno slowly put his horse forward, and the girl also looked up at him. Ximen didn't know if there was a request in her eyes, but she did feel a sense of security, at least this warrior she had met once happened to pass by.

But she seems to be wrong, Ji Ye has seen this situation many times, and he never stopped it. He knew that many women were bought, sold and raped in Qinyang City every day, and he also knew that they would cry, but none of this had anything to do with him. He is not the master of Wanzhou, and he cannot shake the tradition established by the chamber of commerce here. He may be able to protect these women once, but there will still be many other women crying where he cannot hear them. Therefore, as long as the merchants are not crazy enough to rub their dirty paws on Yu Ran's body, Ji Ye has no mood to care about it.

Victory is the pride of warriors, and rangers only care about the survival of little people.

Jimo just looked at Ximen like this, Qingzhao moved forward slowly, and the two finally passed each other. The warrior next to Ximen grabbed Ximen's chest casually: "What are you looking at, follow me!"

The last corner of Ji Ye's eyes caught this scene, and suddenly there was a black-golden light between him and the warrior, and the tiger teeth stopped quietly an inch in front of the warrior's throat.

Jimo didn't know why he had to shoot. Maybe the little girl who pretended to be an astrologer was a prostitute who was trafficked to Qinyang? However, the fear in Ximen's eyes made Ji Ye angry again. When he was afraid, Ximen was still like a naive and timid sixteen-year-old girl.

"Let go of your claw, if you don't want me to chop it off."

"You..." The samurai recognized Himeno, "Don't worry about our chamber of commerce, don't forget that it is... our chamber of commerce..."

He originally wanted to say that the strength of the chamber of commerce was protecting Ji Ye and his army, but the pressure of Ji Yeguang's eyes made him speechless.

"If we don't take these women back, there will be trouble..." After realizing that Himeno is not someone who can be swayed by threats, the samurai immediately began to plead.

"She's just a child," Himeno said, "a little girl."

"It's not young," the warriors were a little surprised. In their eyes, a little girl at the age of twelve or thirteen can put up a sign to attract customers who like sex, not to mention Ximen is already that big.

Jimo finally found that he and these people have nothing in common: "She is my friend!"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Ye's eyes became sharper. The leader of the group of wild warriors had already directed the warriors to form a half-encircled army, fearing that Ji Ye would take away Ximen with his horse. The samurai didn't understand the pressure that Himeno used the word "friend".

"Presumptuous!" With a sneer, Ji Ye thrust out with a tiger-toothed spear.

It's just a half-stroke of "Zhongheshu", the tiger's teeth roared and were about to pierce the warrior leader's throat in an instant, and the Qingzima also took a step forward following Ji Ye's movement. But at the last moment, Qing Hao stopped the horse's hoof and retreated half a foot. It was Ma Bu's graceful pause, the last half a foot away saved the life of the warrior leader, and the tiger's teeth were only an inch away from his throat.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Ye did not stop, and it was the horse that retreated slightly. Himeno used the most difficult dragoon dance of this kind of cavalry, just to show his determination.

The samurai leader sat down on the ground with his eyes wide open, and the surrounding samurai were also pale.

"Go away," Ji Ye said flatly.

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves disappeared, and the warriors ran far faster than when they were chasing the women.

Jimo glanced at Ximen who was dismounted from the horse, bent down and grabbed her waist, and put her on his saddle.

"Little girl, don't run around, where do you live? I'll take you back." Regardless of the tearful women, Ji Ye started his horse.

Ximen sat across the saddle and gradually calmed down. At this time, Ji Ye had already rode the horse several tens of feet away.

"What about those girls?"

"I don't know," Ji Ye said flatly, "They have no home here, even if they are not captured by the samurai just now, they will be caught and sold by others."

"Is it still sold into a brothel? Why is your country like this? Can't you save them?" Although he knew the taboo of astrologers when he was in a heartbeat, Ximen couldn't help asking.

"This is not my country," Ji Ye snorted coldly, "There are countless dirty transactions here every day, many women are defiled, and some people are quietly killed. Some people are happy while others are sad Some people like to watch wrestling, and some people will be killed in the fighting, and some people like to go to brothels, so there must be women who sell themselves.”

"Little girl," Ji Ye touched Ximen's head, "You don't understand, because you are too young."

Dissatisfied with Ji Ye's presumptuous behavior, Ximen turned his head and said coldly: "Don't call me a little girl."

Jime put Ximen off his horse and rode away to leave.

"Have you soaked your hands yet?" Ximen grabbed Ji Ye's Qingzi.

"No, the venom will lose its effectiveness in the air."

"Think I'm joking?"

"Do you want me to believe that a sixteen-year-old girl can detoxify vipers?" Ji Ye smiled, "I will go out to see a doctor tomorrow."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two years old."

Ximen had nothing to say anymore, it was a shame for her to be called a little girl by a twenty-two-year-old young warrior. She had a chance to see Hime Ye who was eating her finger back then, right? But in fact, this title followed her for more than ten years, and Ji Ye always called her "little girl".

Jimo watched in disbelief as Ximen brewed the potion of nicocretin in a very skillful way, and then took his hands to put it in. At the same time, Ximen pricked his fingertips with a very thin needle to bleed blood .

"With the addition of bloodletting, soaking for two hours is enough," Simon said, "Then I will rescue your friend."

"Can you really detoxify viper poison?"

"You have to read it to know that there are many kinds of viper venom," Ximen said lightly, "but even if I save him now, you will not escape the fate of the star, he will just die later. Starry Sky The power of the gods cannot be reversed by the power of any of you or me."

"Then thank you for your willingness to help us."

"I just want to compensate you for your help. If I feel that I owe you, my mood will be confused when I calculate, and the calculation result will not be correct."

"Astrologer, can I use your table?"

"What?" Simon was puzzled.

Jimo put his drowsy head on the table: "I want to sleep for a while, I'm sleepy."