When they arrived at the border of Liangzhou, everything went smoothly. Someone greeted them as soon as they arrived in Liangzhou.
Under Wei Lang's arrangement, within seven days, several people came to the vicinity of Shiwei Grassland.
Ranran stopped at the loss of Wei and stopped moving forward. Anmuda called her, "Why don't you leave? Do you have to be pulled by a carriage before you are willing to leave? How about I carry you? You have been walking for too long and you can't bear it anymore. I think so."
Ran Ran shook her head, "The Shiwei people never let the Liangzhu people enter the tribe. Mr. Wen is not allowed to enter, so naturally he can enter. If I enter, how will you and Wei Lang explain to your tribe?"
Wei Lang didn't stop.
Just listen to Anmuda whisper, "What are you afraid of? Just say you are from Donghu, or say you are from Bolu?" Ran Ran hesitated.
"If you don't leave yet, how much time will you waste?" Wei Lang asked.
Only then did Ran Ran dare to continue walking deeper into the grassland.
Anmuda caught up with her, "You kept on telling me, and you followed every word he said. It's not fair at all. Tell me, why do you always listen to Wei Lang?"
Unexpectedly, the group of people was stopped after walking less than two miles.
It's a gang of gangsters.
Wei Lang smiled and said, "I didn't know that there were robbers on the border of Shiwei? Anmuda, have you seen them?"
Anmuda also laughed angrily, "It seems that Mo Heduo's ears are not working anymore recently, or my mother is getting old and her eyesight is not working well."
She took a step forward and said, "Tell me, which tribe are you from?"
"Charal."
This group of men on horseback were not afraid of Anmuda's questioning.
"Charal? Hehehe... When will Charal dare to act unruly on the territory of the lost Wei people?!" He was about to crack his whip.
A flying sword flew straight towards the crowd, cutting off the head of the leading man. Only a head was seen rolling on the ground, but the body was still riding on the horse. After a moment, the half-headless body fell.
A young woman slowly walked up to the crowd. Then he pointed his sword with his fingers and slashed at the heads of the thieves. The gangsters were so frightened that they all cried out for mercy and knelt on the ground.
The woman and Wei Lang looked at each other, and Wei Lang stepped forward and said, "Meet the high priest." Anmuda stood straight on the spot, with the whip in his hand halfway drawn out.
One of the kneeling men begged bitterly: "Please calm down the high priest. The chief culprit in this matter is Ganratan, the leader. Since he has been executed, I hope the high priest will spare my life."
A boy next to the high priest said: "You have been here for several months. The high priest thought that your tribe could not even afford the tribute of cattle and sheep this autumn, and there was a plague, killing and wounding hundreds of people, so he closed one eye. Thinking that you actually killed the Siwei people a few days ago, and today you have offended the nobles of our tribe. I should have killed them all to eliminate harm for the people. However, the high priest is kind and spares your lives for the time being. In the future, you need to change your evil ways and do good."
After hearing this, everyone knelt down to thank him and ran away one by one, leaving none of the horses behind.
The high priest waved his hand, and the sword circled coldly in the air and flew towards the storyteller.
Unexpectedly, when the sword light landed in front of the storyteller's eyebrows, he could no longer move forward, as if he was blocked by an invisible barrier.
Seeing that his mother looked angry, Anmuda stepped forward and said a few words.
The high priest withdrew his sword. "I wonder what your name is?"
The storyteller said, "I'm just a passer-by, why leave a name?"
This was the end. Anmuda couldn't figure out the purpose of what happened to his mother just now. Could it be a test? Anmuda shook his head. It was best not to make random guesses about his mother's thoughts.
By that time, it was getting dark.
The road in the grassland is also much more difficult. The cool night breeze blew, and Ran Ran's nose turned red from the cold, "Anmuda, how long will it take for it to arrive in your tent?"
Anmuda put his arm around her shoulders, "Yes, you actually know that we all live in a tent."
"I'm not a kid who doesn't know anything."
"It's dark, light a lamp." The high priest's voice floated in the grassland wind, melodious as a homecoming song.
The man accompanying her then knocked stones to make fire and lit a suet lamp.
Anmuda suddenly said to Wei Lang, "You're all back, what are you doing with that face of yours?"
After Wei Lang heard this, he gently tore it apart, and a human face appeared on his hand.
Ran Ran used the weak light to see what the real Wei Lang looked like.
If you look carefully, you can see that he has a face like a pear blossom, with graceful brows and even facial features. Such a beautiful face has been hidden until now.
Compared to brother Liyou, he is not inferior at all. Ran Ran thought of his original face and deliberately distanced his eyebrows, with a hint of murderous intent. When brother Li You was still there, he said that Wei Lang's expression was one of ease, but she was a little scared.
If she had seen such a face at the beginning, she would definitely not complain to Ji Liyou that she was a little afraid of this prairie man.
All the seven countries know that Donghu is the easternmost place in the world, but Shiwei is further east than Donghu.
Ranran heard that Liangzhu had sent an army to station near Shiwei. The commander was a famous military general in Liangzhu. He was good at using a nine-pronged fork holding the sky, and he had the courage of ten thousand people.
However, he is just a drunken and lustful maniac. Since he stationed troops here, although he is known as controlling the people of Shiwei, he is actually disturbing Donghu and Shiwei.
As a result, within three months, the commander died in Shiwei. The news reached Liangzhu. King Donghu only said that there were too many wolves in the prairie and something had happened.
But Ran Ran heard someone say that when this man was found, his body was covered in scars, with a total of more than five hundred cuts. The knife cut off a thin piece of flesh, and he was killed only after cutting off the last piece.
From now on, Liangzhu would not dare to send people to take care of the affairs of the people who lost Wei.
Ranran asked Anmuda, "Are there really wolves on the grassland?"
Anmuda said, "Wolf? There are so many of them, haven't you seen them?"
Ran Ran shook her head. She pointed at Wei Lang and said, "Look, isn't that the same one?"
Wei Lang turned his head and glanced at her.
Ran Ran sighed, "Wei Lang is really beautiful. Brother Liyou is a bit like a gentleman, but Wei Lang has the appearance of a woman, with the appearance of a boy and a girl."
Anmuda held her hand and said, "There are potholes on the grassland, so be careful where you step. That's why he has to change his face every time he goes out, because his face is so unforgettable." ." Ran Ran nodded.
The storyteller walked a few steps and suddenly stopped where he was.
The high priest's red lips gradually rose, "Sir, why don't you move on?"
The storyteller said, "Without it, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, so I stopped to admire the moon."
Wei Lang said, "We don't have much time. We haven't recalled his remnant soul yet. The Gate of Anye will be opened in the next few days. What will we do then?"
Ran Ran said, "Is it possible that Brother Liyou is not in Shiwei at all? No matter how hard you look, you can't find him?"
The storyteller slowly said, "How could it be?"
The purse around the high priest's waist glowed slightly, like fireflies dancing among the blades of grass.
The storyteller just took a quick glance and said, "It's already very late. It's really not a good time to admire the moon tonight."
(End of chapter)