The news of Xiaoyan's death was brought back by Yan Zhi Shan.

Most of the people at the rear of the battlefield were old, weak, sick, and disabled people who had retired from the front lines. They had never seen a general in such mighty armor, so they all craned their necks to take a look.

Those who stood too far away couldn't see clearly, so they grabbed a comrade who was running past them and asked him what kind of power he had.

Others didn't recognize him, but how could Yang Muzhi not recognize him?

He and Yan Zhishan had grown up playing house together since they were young.

Three years ago, he was still a jokester who liked to joke around. He always said that he wanted to go to Jianghu, but he didn't succeed. Instead, he joined the army when the country was in turmoil.

Ever since he joined the army, the youth who had never had his hands stained with blood slowly lost his innocence. After countless life-and-death experiences, he finally grew accustomed to life and death and became the invincible general who was called the Cold-Faced Asura by the enemy.

The war was tense, and the enemy could attack at any time. He couldn't come all the way here to play such a cruel joke with his friend.

Xiaoyan really died in battle.

Yang Muzhi was very calm. It was so abnormal that Yan Zhi Shan doubted his ability to express himself for the first time.

"Xiaoyan sacrificed herself. She's dead. Do you understand?

Hey, Muzhi, give me some reaction! "

The person who was being yelled at still remained as immovable as a mountain. It was not known who it was, but someone came up from behind and grabbed onto Yan Zhishan's hard armor, causing a trail of blood to appear. The person held on tightly and refused to let go, only looking at Yan Zhishan as he shook his head, indicating that he should stop talking.

Yan Zhi Shan didn't have the heart to agitate his good friend anymore. He sighed and flew onto his horse. He asked the medicine boys to take care of Yang Muzhi and pretended to leave.

The war was urgent, and there was no shortage of generals in the army. It was already the best he could do to deliver a message in person. He couldn't stay any longer.

"When?

Where did she die? "

Yang Muzhi's voice wasn't loud. The medicine boy was afraid that Yan Zhi Shan couldn't hear him, so he quickly shouted, "General Yan, wait!"

Yan Zhi Shan stopped. The horse under him snorted and turned around.

With just a glance, he met his good friend's eyes. That pair of eyes, which he had always teased as being prettier than a girl's, were now terrifyingly dark, like a pool of stagnant water, bottomless.

"I won't ask why this foolish disciple lost his life. You should at least tell me when he died and where he died.

Since he's gone, I'll leave a memorial tablet. I want to know when he died and which direction he was facing when he paid his respects. This isn't too much, right? "

His voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't even any fluctuation in his voice. He spoke a long string of words without any hesitation. It was unknown if he had prepared a draft before he spoke.

Yang Muzhi had suffered a lot when he was a child, so he was very gloomy. It was not easy for him to get back to normal during the ten years he spent studying in the Changge Gate.

When the An Lushan Rebellion came, the country was in turmoil, and the people had no way to make a living.

Perhaps in the past three years, other than with Xiaoyan, the disciple that he had brought up, he had never spoken so much.

If it had been any other time, Yan Zhi Shan would have teased his good friend, "Are you a chatterbox?

You can say such a long sentence without panting. "But now he suddenly didn't dare to look into those eyes.

"Yesterday, on the seventh day of the fourth month, in the north, in the north."

After saying that, he couldn't bear to look anymore. Without hesitation, he turned his horse around and hurried away, leaving the little medicine boy and the others standing there, not knowing what to do.

In the distance, a big man in black armor ran over with a stretcher carried by two people. When he saw a touch of blue in the crowd, he hurriedly shouted.

"Hey!

Mr. Yang!

Come and see, there's a wounded person here! "

Everyone knew that Mr. Yang and Xiaoyan were very close. Now that the war was urgent, they couldn't afford to be distracted.

The most merciful thing was to give this gentleman, who had always been very calm, some time alone to comfort and remember.

The little medicine boys ran over to the big man one after another, wanting to take over the job themselves.

In the end, they were pushed aside by Yang Muzhi. "I'll do it."

He had taught Xiaoyan how to be fast, accurate, and ruthless when pulling out the arrow. Xiaoyan wasn't good at it, so he had to teach her again and again.

He had taught Xiaoyan how to make her hands not tremble at all when suturing the flesh around the wound. Xiaoyan was good at it, so he had to help her see if there was anything wrong.

He had also taught Xiaoyan how to not touch the wound when changing the dressing for the wounded. Xiaoyan was the best at it. Since then, he had never touched the wound when changing the dressing for the wounded.

How could such a person, who he had raised bit by bit and taught hand by hand, die so quietly?

After dealing with the arrow wound of the wounded person, he walked with heavy steps to his tent.

The moment he put down the curtain, he began to gasp for breath. He panted very quickly, like a dying fish.

God had always been mean to him. Now, even the last person he depended on was going to be taken away.

How cruel was that?

Five years later.

A long wind broke, and the world was at peace.

Some of the people who had started the war and secretly manipulated it had clung onto the new Emperor and were still standing. Some were classified as rebels and had no place to stand.

Yang Muzhi entered the palace.

His friends all had sullen faces. Some sighed, and some shook their heads.

There were also some who didn't understand. "Muzhi's reputation of living with the dead has long been spread all over the world. When the royal family invited him to become an official, he didn't go and turned to join the army. Why is he so eager to enter the palace now?"

He patted the shoulder of the person who spoke and didn't explain.

Yang Muzhi entered the palace dressed as usual. He was wearing a simple and elegant aquamarine robe, with a little jade on his forehead and a zither wrapped in beautiful silk on his back.

The Emperor respected him very much. It wasn't enough to give him the entire Imperial Academy of Medicine. He also wanted to marry his favorite daughter to him.

When he said this, the princess shyly twisted her handkerchief behind the screen and peeked out from time to time to look at him. He faintly raised his eyebrows and declined.

For a moment, the atmosphere became cold.

The Emperor's uncle, who was sitting at the side, smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Yang has been famous for a long time. I don't know how many girls have dreamed of him, but he has never been close to a woman. It's obvious that he has no intention of doing this."

The Emperor's uncle was still smiling. The next moment, a sword was placed on his neck.

The sword was faintly glowing with a green light. It was the sword of the Divine Weapon Green Jade Style!

Yang Muzhi had been famous for his medical skills for a long time. No one knew that he had also practiced the martial arts of Wen Mo. Therefore, no one would check if there was a sword hidden in his zither.

The Great Eunuch beside the Emperor screamed for protection. The civil and military officials attending the banquet shrank under the table one by one. It was very funny.

The palace guards came quickly and surrounded Yang Muzhi. However, they didn't dare to approach him because of the oppressive aura emitted from his body.

Yang Muzhi seemed to be unaware of everything around him. At this moment, his mind was filled with only revenge, and this was the only chance for revenge.

"Five years ago, you owed the Dark Armored Gray Cloud Army provisions and secretly revealed their battle plan to the enemy. Do you admit to this crime?"

The Emperor's uncle was sweating profusely. He was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly. "I … I … I admit it. Don't … don't …"

He was too close. Some of the blood splashed onto Yang Muzhi's face. It made him look coquettish and flirtatious, like a demon licking blood in ghost stories.

Even the palace guards didn't dare to move. They allowed the man in green to walk all the way to the main hall and stop outside.

His back was facing everyone. Naturally, no one could see that there was blood seeping from the corner of Yang Muzhi's mouth.

He had already taken the poison before he came. Calculating the time, the effect of the poison should have worn off.

He couldn't support his body, but he used the Green Jade Style sword to keep himself from falling.

"Xiaoyan, I have avenged you."

After a long time, seeing that the man in green didn't move, the palace guards were ordered to go closer. The result was unexpected.

"He … he's already dead!"

Two days later.

It wasn't known who leaked the news, but the news that Mister Xiang Zhi had killed the Emperor's uncle to avenge his disciple spread throughout the country.

Teahouses, wine shops, brothels … the news almost went crazy.

What was even more strange was that Yang Muzhi's body had disappeared. No one knew which of his friends had taken it away.

Of course, there were also people who were good at imagining things. They said that Mister Xiang Zhi was originally an immortal from heaven. Now that he was dead, he naturally had to go back to heaven.

They said it so vividly that it was as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

Yang Muzhi had many friends. When they heard the news, they all felt it was a pity.

Those who understood praised him for being loyal and righteous.

Those who didn't understand still didn't understand: "Xiaoyan's feelings for Muzhi are something that you and I can see, but Muzhi clearly doesn't have. Could it be that I was wrong?"

Yan Zhi Shan heard this and walked to the railing on the second floor. He knew that his good friend really did have a preference for men, but he really only had a master-disciple relationship with Xiaoyan.

In ancient times, there were scholars who died for their friends. It wasn't easy for him to endure for five years until the world was settled.

The restaurant was built near the river. The evening wind blew Yan Zhi Shan's clothes. There were bold girls who secretly talked to their female companions about him: "Look, it's Immortal Linjiang!"

People who practiced martial arts had excellent hearing. Naturally, he heard it.

Unfortunately, the person who could truly be called Immortal Linjiang was no longer in this world.

Two days ago.

As the Grand Marshal, Yan Zhi Shan had always been well-informed. When he heard that Yang Muzhi was going to enter the palace, he could already guess what would happen.

He didn't try to persuade him. He knew that it would be useless. Yang Muzhi wouldn't give up on something that he had set his mind on just because someone tried to persuade him.

So when he heard that something had happened to him, he immediately rushed into the palace. He wanted to help his good friend hide his coffin and do his last bit of kindness. However, he found that his body was already gone.

He found someone from the Cautious Department and asked: "Where is Mr. Xiangzhi's body?"

The little eunuch was trembling all over: "Reporting to Marshal Yan … … the body is gone … …"

As someone who had been on the battlefield all year round, his every move carried a terrifying pressure. When he frowned, the little eunuch knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Then he poured out everything he knew: "That night, it was this little one's turn to keep watch. This little one blinked and the body was gone."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that the person in front of him wouldn't believe him. He cried bitterly and guaranteed that everything he said was true. He begged Marshal Yan to spare his life.

Yan Zhi Shan didn't pursue this matter and asked: "Then where is Mr. Xiangzhi's qin?"

The little eunuch's forehead was bleeding. He trembled as he replied: "The qin is also gone … …"

After he got the answer, Yan Zhi Shan waved his hand and let the little eunuch leave.

Since he could think of taking away Yang Muzhi's qin that never left his side, then he should be a friend, right?

Although sneaking into the palace was not a small crime, it was worth it to take a risk for a friend.