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Gu Xuan came to his senses and struggled to get up, but there was a sharp pain all over his body.
Tai Cang youth smiled and said: "Your body is extremely injured, if Master Shiyang hadn't used Lingyuan to hang your life, and the pharmacist in the army had done his best, you might not be able to wake up in this life."
Grandpa Jiu looked at Gu Xuan, sighed, and asked, "General Shatu, you went to Taicheng, can the lord really cure Gu Xuan?"
Shatu waved his hand and said: "Don't call me a general, I am the commander of the army, and I am far from a general."
He paused, with a determined look on his face, and said: "Don't worry! Although the pharmacist in the army is helpless on Gu Xuan's body, when he arrives in Taicheng, the lord will definitely be able to cure him."
"My lord is also skilled in dispensing medicine?" Grandpa Jiu asked late.
"That's not true." Shatu Mingqing shook his head and said: "But the Lord is almost omnipotent, so his little injury will not trouble him."
Is it a small injury if the limbs are completely useless?
Grandpa Jiu was a little skeptical about Shatu's words, but at the same time, he was full of curiosity about the Lord of Taicang.
On his way these few days, when he was resting, he would often chat with these Tai Cang soldiers.
Almost all Tai Cang soldiers respected the Tai Cang Lord very much.
The words are full of gratitude, admiration, and support.
But this does not mean that the Lord Tai Cang is omnipotent.
Even if he is a layman, he knows how badly Gu Xuan was injured!
The limbs were almost shattered into powder, many ribs were broken, and the whole body was intact, maybe only the head and neck.
Fortunately, otherwise, this young genius of the Jiangu Human Race would die!
Gu Xuan seemed to realize that his situation was not very optimistic, and he was a little depressed.
"I can't move my right hand, how can I make a construction plan in the future?"
A picture of the construction of spiritual equipment flashed in his mind, countless lines and structures flashed one after another, and then suddenly shattered.
"So what if the right hand can move? The spiritual furnace that the Jiangu people have kept for hundreds of years from the kingdom has been destroyed. Maybe no spiritual weapon will be born from my hands again!"
Shatu on the side saw the lonely expression on Gu Xuan's face, thinking that Gu Xuan didn't believe that the king could heal his injuries.
He couldn't help comforting him: "No accidents, it will be Tai Cang in a few hours, and when you see the king, you will know that I am not lying to you."
Gu Xuan thanked him softly, his heart was full of gratitude to this kind general, and he forced a smile on his face.
"Master Taicang, I don't know what a stalwart person he is, who can make such a hero so respectful."
Gu Xuan whispered in his heart.
Time passed quietly, after crossing a barren land, after Taicang Army Wu Liluo killed hundreds of blind wolves, all the Jiangu people finally saw a city standing in the distance.
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"Is that Taicheng over there?"
Grandpa Jiu looked at Taicheng in the distance, and suddenly felt a little nervous.
In any case, they are all outsiders. Taicang sent troops to travel long distances and rescued them. Now they have to migrate to Taicheng, and if there is no accident, they will live in Taicang for generations.
The boundless wild environment is too cruel. If tens of thousands of them move in suddenly, it will consume too many resources and take up a lot of land.
The rations of the native Tai Cang people will also be divided by them.
Food is too precious in the boundless wilderness, Grandpa Ninth at this moment can't help but feel a little uneasy.
Even if that king is kind-hearted, he can't bear them throwing their corpses into Gushan.
But the people of Taicang, do they really want a group of outsiders to share their resources, land, and food?
If the people of Taicang are unwilling and treat them coldly, how should the Jiangu people deal with themselves?
Not only Grandpa Ninth, but almost all adult Niangu people have these concerns.
While dragging their tired bodies towards Taicheng, they were apprehensive and nervous.
Taicheng is near.
Some Jiangu human monks with far-sighted eyes have already seen the closed gate of Taicheng.
The city gate was old and dark, which made them even more uneasy.
Finally, before they came to the city gate, two thousand Cang defenders and tens of thousands of Gu people stood still slowly.
Yan You and Yan Yi, who had no time to rest, led a few people to rush past and headed to the rear, probably to maintain order.
Grandpa Jiu really wanted to ask the two of them how they persuaded the Lord Tai Cang and what the attitude of the Lord Tai Cang was like.
The Jiangu people moved into Taicang, and the death of the sun is about to fall in two days. Is the little food promised by Taicang enough to provide each of them with one meal a day?
Where should the Jiangu people live?If it wasn't for the silence of the day, they could have endured a bit, and then built a simple house by themselves.
But when the solitude arrives, and there is no shelter from the cold, they will freeze to death.
When Grandpa Jiu thought of these troublesome things, he felt like there was a huge rock in his heart, which made him unable to breathe.
The boundless wilderness is too cruel, and the weak and small countries are too poor. Tai Cang has rescued them from the hog-tooth bandits, and is willing to share the land and food for them to live in.
This is already a great kindness.
Even if Tai Cang can't be perfect, they are extremely grateful in their hearts.
"I'm afraid that if there is too little food and there is no shelter from the cold, too many clansmen will die this day."
"But what to do? Basically all the houses and food in Jiangu Mountain have been burned, and even the food used for migration is a little old food dug out from the cellar!"
Staying in Jiangu Mountain, they have only one way to die.
Grandpa Jiu still had many worries in his heart, before he had time to think about it, he suddenly found that the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the tall observation platform next to the low city wall.
A young man in brocade clothes with star-like eyes and a crown-like face stood on a high platform. Behind him stood many people in simple long gowns and high crowns.
Grandpa Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he thought to himself: "Who is this brocade-clothed boy? Those behind him should be Taicang officials, right?"
Suddenly, two thousand Cang defenders who stood upright like guns knelt down, and their voices shook the sky.
"See the king!"