Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

In the autumn of the eleventh year, Wei Wen encountered an unexpected person in Luoyang—Ba Feng Han.

Ba Feng Han was a Turk, tall and with a cold and stern face and sharp eyes. He was also extremely skilled in martial arts, and his swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless. He made a name for himself in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

That evening, Wei Wen was packing up his shop in front of the pharmacy when he saw a tall figure walking towards him from the other end of the street.

The man was dressed in a gray robe with a long sword hanging at his waist. His steps were steady and powerful, each step perfectly timed.

Wei Wen stopped and looked at him, and the man also stopped at the entrance of the pharmacy and looked at him. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Are you a doctor?" the man asked, his voice deep and resonant, yet carrying a foreign accent.

"Yes." Wei Wen was not surprised; judging from his complexion, he knew that the man in front of him was indeed a doctor.

The man stretched out his hand, revealing a deep knife wound on the back of his hand, with the flesh torn open and the bone visible beneath.

Wei Wen glanced at him and invited him in to sit down. He took out a needle and thread to stitch up the wound, applied some wound medicine, and bandaged it with a white cloth.

Throughout the entire process, the man remained silent, without even flinching, which surprised Wei Wen slightly; this was a true man.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain?" Wei Wen asked.

"I'm used to it," the man said. "My name is Ba Feng Han, what's yours?"

"Wei Wen." Upon hearing the name Ba Feng Han, Wei Wen knew why. A person's name is like the shadow of a tree; Ba Feng Han was just like that.

Ba Feng Han stood up, stretched his bandaged hand, and nodded in satisfaction. "Your work is excellent. How much?"

"It's free." Wei Wen shook his head.

Ba Feng Han glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left. He suddenly stopped at the door, said "You're an interesting person", and then disappeared into the night.

Wei Wen watched his retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Ba Feng Han, a Turkic swordsman, is a close friend of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling in the original novel.

This person is extremely proud and aloof, never easily trusting others, but once he recognizes someone as a friend, it's a bond that transcends life and death.

Wei Wen didn't deliberately try to befriend him; letting things happen naturally was fine.

At the end of the eleventh year, he drew a white entry – "Miraculous Healing", which greatly enhanced his comprehension of medical skills and doubled the treatment effect.

In the thirteenth year, Li Shimin arrived.

The Tang army's iron cavalry broke through the city gates of Luoyang, and Wang Shichong's Zheng dynasty was destroyed.

Li Shimin, clad in golden armor and riding a tall horse, entered Luoyang City surrounded by thousands of troops.

Wei Wen stood in the crowd looking at the young King of Qin, who was not yet thirty years old, with a handsome face and a firm gaze.

He could sense a very special "aura" emanating from Li Shimin, not the kind of "aura" of a martial artist, but... the "aura" of an emperor.

That kind of aura doesn't need internal strength or martial arts skills; it's as if it's innate, making one instantly recognizable among millions of people.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also arrived, the two young men following behind Li Shimin, one in silver armor and the other in a blue robe.

They were no longer the two petty thugs who stole steamed buns on the streets of Yangzhou; they were Li Shimin's capable generals and meritorious officials who helped found the Tang Dynasty.

Wei Wen watched them from afar and suddenly remembered something: in the original story, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling did not end up with Li Shimin.

They chose to retreat to the mountains and live their own lives, but... it seems they were forced into it, or rather, someone did it, and they almost died.

In the thirteenth year, Wei Wen went to Chang'an.

Chang'an was the capital of the Tang Dynasty and the most prosperous city in the world. He also opened a pharmacy in a small alley in the west of Chang'an, named "Jishetang".

The shop wasn't big, but it was very clean. He had pasted a couplet on the door: "May all people in the world be free from illness, then why worry about the medicine on the shelves gathering dust?" The horizontal inscription read "Helping the world and helping people."

As the days went by, he began his annual "waiting" once again.

He waited for Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling to come to him, waited for the plot to unfold, and waited for the opportunities he wanted to come to him on their own.

At the end of the thirteenth year, he drew a green entry – "The Legacy of the Medicine King".

The ability to identify medicinal materials and understand prescriptions has been greatly improved, enabling the formulation of more advanced elixirs.

This phrase, combined with "miraculous healing," suggests that his medical skills were no less than those of any famous doctor of his time.

Wei Wen carefully put away the prescription and continued getting medicine and seeing patients at the pharmacy.

On the day Li Shimin ascended the throne, Chang'an was brightly decorated and bustling with activity.

Wei Wen didn't join in the fun; he just drank tea alone in the pharmacy.

The tea is ordinary jasmine tea, slowly unfurling in boiling water, releasing a delicate fragrance.

He thought about many things: Luo Feng, Xu Xin, Luo Hua, Atkin, Yan Hai, and Nehru.

Then he thought of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, Ba Feng Han, Fu Junzhuo, and all the people and things he had met and experienced in the Tang Dynasty world.

Just then, the door to the pharmacy was pushed open, and two people walked in.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Kou Zhong was dressed in casual black clothes, with no knife at his waist, and he looked much more relaxed.

Xu Ziling was dressed in a blue long robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.

Both of them had matured a lot since a few years ago. Kou Zhong's beard was thicker than before, and Xu Ziling's features were more delicate than before.

"Brother Wei," Kou Zhong called out.

"Doctor Wei," Xu Ziling called out.

Wei Wen smiled, put down his teacup, and stood up: "You've arrived? Have a seat."

The two boys sat down on the chairs, and Wei Wen poured them tea. The three of them were silent for a while before Kou Zhong spoke first.

"Brother Wei, we're leaving now."

"Where to?"

"Retire into seclusion."

Wei Wen looked into Kou Zhong's eyes, and those eyes no longer held the ambition to dominate the world that he once had; instead, they held a deep weariness and a sense of relief.

"Aren't you going to fight anymore?" Wei Wen asked.

"I'm not going to fight anymore." Kou Zhong shook his head. "After all the fighting, I've realized that what I really wanted wasn't the world."

"What is that?"

"free."

Xu Ziling whispered from the side, "Being able to be with the person you like, do the things you want to do, and live the life you want to live—that's freedom."

Wei Wen nodded and raised his teacup: "Alright, let's drink tea instead of wine. I wish you a safe journey."

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also raised their teacups, the three of them clinked glasses, and drank it all in one gulp.

Kou Zhong put down his teacup, took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, and handed it to Wei Wen.

When Wei Wen opened it, he saw that it was a token with the character "寇" engraved on it.

"This is my token. If you need anything in the future, take it to Yangzhou to find me."

Wei Wen put the token away and nodded.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stood up, bowed to Wei Wen, and then turned and left the pharmacy.

Wei Wen stood at the doorway, watching their backs disappear into the alley. This time, they were truly gone, going to live their own lives.