With his wisdom and ability to deal with crisis situations, Guo Jia bypassed Li Jue and Guo Si's troops and passed Luoshui safely.

Arriving in Yiyang, it seems that as long as you arrive in Yangdi, it will be Yingchuan.

During this period, the toxins in Sima Yi's body did not worsen further due to his careful care.

Shortly after he drove into Songshan, the familiar white pigeon hovered over the carriage and fell on Guo Jia's shoulder. Guo Jia pulled the horse and took out the letter and read it. After reading it, he put the letter on Sima Yi's chest. Then he put the palm of his hand on his chest where the secret letter was located. He clapped his hands behind his back and chuckled to Sima Yi who was sleeping in the curtain and said:

"It seems that everything is not beyond your expectations. Your emperor friend is safe, so you should be relieved..."

The axle rotated its wheels, dust rose on the ground, and the carriage continued to gallop quickly towards Yingchuan along the mountain path.

Compared with the tension in Sizhou with Luoyang as the center point, Yuzhou, which only had a few loose forces, seemed much more peaceful. Since he reached Yuzhou, Guo Jia felt that the smell of blood in the air had obviously faded a lot, which was undoubtedly a very gratifying thing for him who grew up here.

After passing through the endless mountain road, the carriage finally stopped in front of the bamboo house in the bamboo forest beside Yingshui.

The place is empty and quiet, making people feel comfortable in body and mind, and the dew drops on the bamboo joints look crystal clear.

Walking forward, standing outside the fence, you can see the music planting of various flowers, plants and trees. You can tell at a glance that someone carefully cultivated them. After pushing open the small door of the fence, Guo Jia walked along the road paved with black stones to the front of the bamboo house. Before he could knock on the door, a thick and profound voice of a young man came from inside:

"Are you here to pay me back?"

After hearing this, Guo Jia grinned and thought that he still had the same personality as before, very strange, and felt much more relaxed:

"Old friends are reunited, and talking about money when they meet may not be too much, right?"

After saying that, Guo Jia pushed open the door. At the moment when the door was opened, he felt a large ball of black rushing towards him. After subconsciously, he quickly flashed across the side, the ball of black fell on the black stone path, splashing out countless black ink dots. Although Guo Jia was not splashed on the front, he still had some stains on his long gown.

"Long time no see, your way of welcome people is getting stranger..."

Guo Jia shook his head and pushed open the door and walked in. After passing through the bamboo curtain screen, he saw the old friend who was writing behind the desk in the main hall. He was about thirty years old, with a white face and black beard. His head was covered with black silk, with a few strands of silver hair mixed with his ears and temples hanging down to his shoulders. He was wearing a white linen shirt covered with copper coins. He could see a black line-collared blue shirt on the open collar, his fingers were slender and vigorous, and his writing was vivid.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but your way of dodging is getting better and better..."

The man in white clothes didn't look up at Guo Jia, and focused on the font on the desk in front of him.

"That's really thank you for your praise. You're a decade old and you're still playing this kind of kid's trick..."

Guo Jia didn't go around with him anymore. He put down his usual lazy and cynical style of conduct. He rarely said in a very serious and sincere tone: "Brother Kong Ming, I came here this time to ask for something important, so please be sure to agree."

Hearing Guo Jia talk to him in this tone, Hu Zhao didn't believe his ears very much. He waved his hand with the brush and paused, and finally looked up at Guo Jia with a nervous look.

"It doesn't seem like you want to ask me to borrow money, then just talk about it..."

"You'll know if you come with me."

Guo Jia didn't say anything, but took Hu Zhao's hand and walked out of the bamboo house quickly to the carriage he drove. He lifted the curtain and let him watch Sima Yi lying dying inside. At first, Hu Zhao felt nothing strange when he saw Sima Yi. After a little observation of his injuries, he clapped his hands and said:

"This is being poisoned. What do you want to do if you pull someone to die to me?"

"He was going to die, but with your brother, he would have the possibility of living."

Hu Zhao glanced at Guo Jia and waved his sleeves and said, "You can't help but let me down. I don't have the ability to bring back my life. Either you go to Hua Tuo or Zhang Zhongjing, you've gone to the wrong place when you come to me."

Guo Jia knew that he had a strange temper. Although he had a close relationship with Zhang Zhongjing, it was indeed very difficult for Hu Zhao to do such a thing as asking for help. Those words like "save a life better than building a seven-level pagoda" could not be explained by him. For such a monster in the mountains and fields, they could only give their preferences and prescribe the right medicine.

"Hey, it's fine if you don't want to take us there." Guo Jia sighed in a hypocritical voice, then got into the carriage and was about to drive away. Before leaving, he said sarcastically to Hu Zhao who was leaving behind his hands: "It seems that you don't want Zhong Yuanchang's copybook anymore. It's better, I'll give it to Handan Chun and the others to see."

When Hu Zhao heard Zhong Yao's name, he became energetic immediately. He hurriedly turned around and walked back quickly, grabbed Guo Jia's hand and asked anxiously: "What did you say just now? Have you met Yuan Chang?"

Guo Jia pretended to be amnesia-lost and said in a daze: "Huh? Did I say something just now?"

Hu Zhao soon discovered that Guo Jia was planning to trade with him about Zhong Yao. He had never liked to be threatened and gave up the message of Zhong Yao's whereabouts. He let go of Guo Jia's hand and turned around to leave again. Helplessly, Guo Jia called him: "This young man must not die..."

Looking at Guo Jia's sharp eyes, Hu Zhao instantly realized the seriousness of the problem. After returning to the bamboo house, he heard Guo Jia explain the whole story clearly and handed Hu Zhao the letter that Sima Fang handed him in advance.

After Hu Zhao opened it, his expression changed drastically. He stopped shirking responsibility and quickly wrote a letter asking Zhang Zhongjing to treat Sima Yi.

"Zhang Zhongjing is currently treating a fleeing prefect on Pingding Mountain. You can ask him to treat the young man according to this letter."

When he handed it to Guo Jia, he said seriously: "Fengxiao, you have to think about this matter, if you can't do it..."

He deliberately paused: "But it will kill you..."

After putting the letter in hand, Guo Jia still replied calmly:

"Sometimes everyone cannot decide when they will die, but they can choose what they can do before they die again."

After he got in the car and left, Hu Zhao said to Guo Jia meaningfully: "Don't forget that you still owe me money."

After Guo Jia understood and smiled, he didn't answer, and then he whipped his whip towards Pingding Mountain where Zhang Zhongjing temporarily settled.
Chapter completed!