But every time after the arduous combat training, he was the one who played the draft flute in the team and let the melodious music spread throughout the camp.
At that time, this young man was also called Akabane. The emperor and his party were getting closer and closer to Sang Gongmo.
This month, they suffered less than half a year in the past. Add up to more murderous attacks. Either a horse bandit or a bandit, or a gang or a road tyrant, or the savage natives of the southern border hill tribe dragged a big stick and a small hammer, stood in the middle of the road and roared De Xia and rushed to block the road and loot.
As if they all made an appointment together, there must be at least two or three times a day, and the disturbance is close to endless. And I don't know how, the time for these people to shoot is to take advantage of the gap when everyone feels exhausted and exhausted.
Among these people, there are not many masters, and the number of unborn students has an absolute advantage, and they are familiar with geography. Every time a sneak attack comes and goes like the wind, just say it and leave. The emperor and his party were like a large piece of dough that fell into the hands of the chef, and they were rounded and flattened.
In particular, the most hateful thing is that the big thief Teng Ji is a ghost in Chapter 1 D. Every time, relying on a magical mind that is difficult to find, he rides in alone, silently. Back and forth, it was a sneaky touch - a ghost idea of slicing the emperor's big head with a knife.
But it also depends on this, the growth of the emperor's group is also remarkable. After being tortured one by one, under the leadership of the emperor in a meeting, he was always able to think through the pain and keep the lessons he learned in his heart. In response to the opponent's attack method, and at the suggestion of the disciples of Daluo Mountain, ten different offensive and defensive formations were set up. Without training, you can learn and practice directly in actual combat every day, and progress is rapid.
In the first three times, Teng Ji's sharp knife could reach the emperor's side for several feet, and then it got further and further away. Now, as long as he shows up, someone will take the initiative to beat him up without saying a word, without a word.
The arrangement of the ranks and the tacit understanding of cooperation have gradually recovered, and it is not as chaotic as at the beginning. Elite masters from several different organizations now eat and sleep together in the same wok, and with daily discussions, there is a feeling of seeing each other and cherishing each other. Every time they fight, they can exert their power several times more than usual.
However, the most reliable Bodhisattva in their group: Aples, since he was injured one day, this period of time seems to be possessed. Yesterday it was a bruised arm, today it is a bruised nose and a swollen face, and tomorrow it is a fist in both eyes. I look at him every day, but after the night has passed, I will wake up with more new injuries during the day...
Other than that, don't care about anything else, the ghosts are fighting the sun
All the management was handed over to Alan and Ji, while he stared at the sky all day long, regardless of whether the sun, moon, stars, swallows, and mouse droppings were hanging on it. After watching it for a while, he suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had dug up some treasure. It feels weirdly tight.
Counting them, the most sturdy and unshakable, but led by Bersang, a few warriors from the Hesna tribe. Every time they were attacked, they always escaped unscathed. and cooperate skillfully.
After four attacks today, everyone finally found a place to stay. After the perimeter was closely monitored and defended, half of them rested first. Taking turns defending and resting is the most efficient way to deal with them, otherwise the fatigue-bombing daily raids alone are enough to bring down the entire team.
When he stopped, what gradually drifted between the tense nerves was a melodious and soothing sound of grass flute.
Even at this age, Hesna Bersang, who still maintains the same habit, is playing the grass flute slowly. By his side are not the warriors of Hesna, but three or five little squirrels, six or seven squirrels from unknown sources. Small animals with unknown names, and even a cheetah lying at their feet. But he didn't feel the danger at all, licking the ball of his paw comfortably, squinting his eyes, cute like a big cat. Even on the tree he was leaning against, countless birds stopped. It seemed that all the birds and beasts heard his music, and they all stopped.
until someone comes.
As soon as Hesnabosang stopped, the birds and beasts around him seemed to wake up from a dream and ran away without a trace. Alan, who was startled by this scene, patted his chest and smiled embarrassedly: "Did I disturb you?"
Bosang got up and saluted, and asked Alan to sit down. He changed back to a smaller wooden stake and sat down, and then slowly said.
"No need to worry, Your Highness, just entertain yourself.
It was not the first time that Alan had seen such a marvelous image. The popularity of the Bosang flute has easily made Alan, who is skilled in animal taming, lose his self-confidence, and he has an empty feeling that he has been practicing animal taming for many years.
"I've been so busy these days, I really don't have time to take care of this. Come and see if you have time today, everyone is fine." Well, it's not bad. "Bersang was still slow, as if he didn't care much about anything.
But after getting to know each other during this period of time, Alan came to know that this man, whose original name was Akabane, was very good at doing things and could always grasp the current situation in an orderly manner. He has a different focus from ordinary people when it comes to grasping the overall situation.
"Why did you name yourself Bosang? You should know this name, it's not something that ordinary people can use."
Originally, Alan, who wanted to ask how he felt about the current chaotic situation, did not know how to ask this question. It seems that this question is really important.
Bosang nodded, and his rare smile was a little shy, as if he was not used to talking to the princess like this.
"Well, indeed, it doesn't seem like the average person can
Saying it means not saying it.
Alan is also used to his appearance, and just said to himself.
"Alang has been going out at night for a long time these days, and then came back in the morning. Every time he came back, he was injured. I was very worried about him.
"That's something to worry about.
Bosang, who said another nonsense, seemed to know that he couldn't just talk to the princess like that. After thinking about it, he said, "It doesn't matter, he resists beating."
Alan was so amused.
Alan has an innate favor with this old father, who has been looking for him for many years. Therefore, the answer of being willing to communicate with him is always not the point, but it seems to be the case in retrospect. Annoying and funny.
After talking nonsense, Alan thought for a while and asked a little uneasily, "Bosang, will anyone really be happy if I return to the country?"
"some."
Rarely answered in a firm tone. "At least it's me.
"Thank you so much for that." Confused by this incomprehensible subordinate D, Alan laughed and scolded, and got up and went back to his tent.
Bosang began to play the grass flute again, and was almost buried by the wind. It was a different tune from the past.
Slow and melodious, it even seems a little familiar, and it seems that I have heard it somewhere, and the tone that can evoke some memories seems to be that everything that happened is emerging in front of my eyes. The soldiers in the camp were still practicing at night and did not give themselves room to rest.
The big master from Beijiang didn't know when he was silent, and ran somewhere to be beaten again.
The emperor of the Central Plains remained silent in front of a carriage door, followed by a tall man who could barely sleep.
The man in the carriage was always silent, and occasionally he opened his eyes and seemed to be able to see through the carriage. After staring for a while, he finally closed his eyes.
Bosang, who seemed to have seen all this with his own eyes, was still whistling from the sound of the wind. He stopped playing for a while, and suddenly said slowly.
"Wake up." .o Everyone looked at the sky at this moment.
It was a sudden and extremely evil that came without warning. No one can pretend to be deaf at this moment, like a masterpiece of thunder, which suddenly grabbed everyone's attention.
They all looked at the same night sky in unison.
From the far distance between heaven and earth, there was a fierce dragon cry that was about to tear the sky apart!
And no one notices, faint, inconspicuous, four not very noticeable, faint, with some sadness and familiarity, the sound of grass flute.
Chapter 34: The True and False Witch Emperor
The roar of the beast resounded through the sky, a kind of oppression and shock that almost crushed the earth.
Probably all the nearby countries can hear it. Above Riwanyu Peak, this fierce cry was particularly clear.
The Great Spirit Witch looked in the direction of Nie Yao, and as the familiar roar of the beast entered his ears, the dusty memories also came to his mind one by one. It's not just the rehearsal of how he became the great Jinghuan of the mega-southern kingdoms, the deeds of the spirit witch, but also some things he didn't want to remember for a long time.
Ordinary people don't have the experience of recalling what happened fifty or sixty years ago. It's an indescribable feeling. As the years passed, the memory did not fade, but became clearer and clearer each time, together with the strong hatred that I thought I could forget. But as he got older, he learned that while feeling the bitter hatred, he still kept a smile, the Great Spirit Witch smiled and looked into the distance, still swept away by the biting chill, and even the fear that chilled his back could be accepted calmly.
There is such an invincible terror in this world. It has no reason to speak, and it must not be speculated with reason. When it comes, it will destroy everything, whether you like it or not, it will not help at all.
Hundreds of years ago, the tragic disaster of Hesna, why not
You should have known this dragon cry earlier than me
Bar. "
The target of this sentence is a junior who is much younger than him. He is a man who is usually slow and galloping around on a fast horse. It was the leader of Hess, who was in his thirties and still had a youthful heart. The first time I saw him, he was still an ordinary youth military academy, and he followed his master to Wanyu Peak to visit the Great Spirit Witch. The late King Motooth was a man who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he was also the only king in the twelve kingdoms of the southern border—a king who shared Yufeng in one city. At that time, the young man was standing in the team brought by King Motooth, standing in the fifteenth or twenty-fifth row. With his qualifications and age, that's all.
I don't know why, but the big spirit witch will look at him. Just a glance at the Great Spirit Witch has seen through his Hasna's bloodline. In the eyes of the Great Spirit Witch, there is simply no secret at all. The strong body produced by that unique exercise method is like an innate alertness that only those who live near evil can have.