Prime Minister take care

Chapter 462: Green Mountain Lone Tomb
The fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine in the hospital is fragrant, the spring breeze is blowing on the face, but there are busy figures all over.

Since Yang Chun fell ill, Niu Xiaohua, the master of Lanxi Valley, has been going crazy.These days, I have exhausted what I have learned throughout my life, trying to prolong Yang Chun's life.

After the war stopped for a while, Yang Chun returned to Haojing City for training.Niu Xiaohua built the medicine stove next to Yang Chun's residence, and recalled many disciples from Lanxi Valley to study the prescription.

There were many shadows outside the window, and the room was quiet. Yang Chun was lying on the bed, and the voice of young Lang Lang could be heard in his ears.

"Jizhou has a land of 85 people and a population of 560 million."

Huang Que is Yang Chun's close disciple, and the only one beside him at this moment.

"Okay, let's go here!"

As a monk in the military lineage, he has learned a lot. In addition to improving his own cultivation, he also needs to pay attention to a series of military information such as geography, mountains, rivers, and hydrology.

The so-called first-class general does not just need to have a strong force.As a close disciple of Yang Chun, Huang Que received the most stringent training since he was a child.

Being able to practice under a great master like Yang Chun is the dream of every monk of the military lineage.

As a close disciple of Yang Chun, Huang Que is not very qualified in the eyes of outsiders.He didn't show any amazing talents. He was silent and dull all day long.

Huang Que was very obedient, even though Yang Chun didn't look good at this time.Yang Chun is one of the best masters in the world, but now he is lying on the bed, his breath is weak and his energy is disordered.

Huang Que gathered the books on the table and was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Yang Chun.

"Que'er, I'm going to a place, don't tell anyone."

Niu Xiaohua was in a very bad mood. She was the top alchemist in the world.But even so, the more she understood Yang Chun's current situation, the more powerless she became.

Because she gradually understood that what Yang Chun was suffering from at this moment was not a disease.Naturally, she couldn't cure it.

Despite this, Niu Xiaohua still worked hard every day to take the medicine she made before sending it to Yang Chun's hospital bed, and watched him take it in person.

This may be the only thing that can comfort Niu Xiaohua now.

However, when she walked into Yang Chun's house with a medicine bowl as usual, there was only an empty bed and Huang Que's figure.

"Where did Yang Chun go?"

"Master told me he was going somewhere, and then he left!"

Huang Que still looked dumbfounded, but now, Niu Xiaohua finally understood why Yang Chun accepted him as a closed disciple.

Niu Xiaohua was very clear about Yang Chun's current situation. He was no longer the great master who dominated the world in the past.It is simply impossible to leave this house without telling everyone, given Yang Chun's current situation.

The only explanation is that the boy in front of him helped him.

"Where did Yang Chun go?"

"Master won't let me tell you!"

"Do you know what Yang Chun's situation is now?"

"Know!"

"Then you still let him do whatever he wants. Tell me quickly, where did Yang Chun go?"

"Master won't let me tell you!"

"you"

Huang Que's answer was very concise.But it is not an easy task for anyone to make this answer in front of the unparalleled momentum of a great master like Niu Xiaohua.Niu Xiaohua looked at the lengzhong in front of her, and finally she could only say helplessly.

"You really deserve to be Yang Chun's apprentice!"

Niu Xiaohua couldn't get the answer from Huang Que in front of her, but she didn't give up.Yang Chun is already like this, where else can he go now?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Niu Xiaohua's mind, and she understood where Yang Chun had gone?
The lonely tomb in the green mountains is indescribably desolate and desolate.

An old man held a wine bottle and walked step by step on the muddy road towards the lonely tomb.

Forty years ago, the general who helped protect the Zhou Dynasty passed away and was buried here.

The three princes carried the coffin, the nine ministers cleared the way, and the emperor personally carried the coffin thirty miles away. The scene at that time was so grand.Just 40 years have passed by, and this place has become a place that no one cares about.

Yang Chun didn't bring any sacrificial items. He walked to Yang Ci's grave, swept away the dust in front of the monument, and sat down on the spot.

The words "General Yang Ci" engraved on the tombstone have long since turned white, but the characters are still as sharp as ever.Looking at these few words, Yang Chun unconsciously remembered things from the past.After being away for a long time, everything in the past seems like it happened yesterday.But time flies by, and he is no longer the young man he used to be.

After walking for so long, Yang Chun was tired and panting slightly.

"I am disgusted by heaven! I finally understand how my lord felt at that time."

Yang Chun laughed at himself and raised his hand.He is a top monk in the world, but he can't use any strength in his hands at the moment, and he is so weak that he is not even as good as an ordinary old man.

"The spiritual energy is disordered, and the murderous intention is pouring back. Killing once in a lifetime is really fair!"

Yang Chun is dying.Perhaps only Niu Xiaohua is unwilling to admit this fact at this moment.Yang Chunnai is a great master in the army, and also the best great master in the world.

But now this top man, just like ordinary people, will face things that everyone has to face.

Yang Chun is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to see sad faces.Therefore, he asked his four adopted sons to leave him, far ahead.Because of this, he left everyone behind and came here.

A glass of wine in the pot, drink away all your worries!

Yang Chun, who had never gotten drunk after drinking thousands of drinks in the past, now only took a small sip and started coughing.

"My old minister is of no use and has made my lord laugh."

Yang Chun wiped the wine stains on his beard, looked at the tombstone in front of him with a smile, and continued.

"Su Zhe is dead, Chang Yu is dead. All old friends have passed away, and now, the old minister is about to die. Such a ridiculous and mediocre way of death, under the Jiuquan, I don't know how much those old guys have laughed. To be honest, I also feel a little embarrassed."

At this point, Yang Chun looked up to the sky and smiled, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

"Ha! The dignified Yang Chun actually died so cowardly. But I have no regrets. Even if I do it again, my choice will not change."

Yang Chun's originally smooth skin slowly showed wrinkles, and the muscles all over his body were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What Yang Chun is suffering from is not a disease, but that his destiny is about to expire.Yang Chun had gone too far in his killing spree, and as of now, it was still difficult to ward off the disaster.Yang Chun can live. As a grand master, he knows countless ways to prolong his life.However, Yang Chun did not choose that, but chose to help Yang Xian.Especially in the battle in Liangzhou, Yang Chun was defeated by twenty great masters, which intensified this process and led to his death.

But now, Yang Chun can no longer hold on.

"My lord! The old minister has come to meet you!"

With a leisurely word, Yang Chun's eyes slowly closed, and his hands dropped powerlessly.

A generation of great masters just like this quietly disappeared in front of this lonely tomb in the green hills.

(End of this chapter)