During the round up, there was a man in uniform. The man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes had extraordinary aura. It seemed that the face in his thirties was younger than ordinary people, but he was more stable and vicissitudes of life.
He saw the little white wolf and locked his prey. He stretched out his right hand, and a guard next to him handed the bow and arrow into his hand. He took it and saw the white wolf, and said: "This prey wants to come. This is the most favorite thing the Lord has encountered."
This person is Yu Qing, the lord of Qingzhou City. He drew his bow at the white wolf, but although the white wolf is small, it runs faster than any beast, and the direction of the arrow just aligned. , This little white wolf fled immediately like lightning.
He simply retracted his bow and arrow, and smiled proudly at the little white wolf who was running desperately, "Since it is still so energetic, let's play with him again!" He raised his whip and hit it with a'pop'. On the horse's hip, the horse ran wildly after eating pain, and chased the little white wolf.
All of a sudden, dozens of other guards chased the white wolf with horses and surrounded it on three sides. The white wolf suddenly looked like a plaything that was chased and beaten, and ran away amidst the laughter of these people, but no matter what it was. These people will drive them back in which direction they flee. Obviously, they are going to consume his physical strength, slow it down gradually, and then clean it up.
Perhaps because it was too frightened and too desperate, there was a line of tears in the eyes of the little white wolf, and it began to roar. Although the sound was not very deep and loud, it sounded so desolate in the noisy mountains and forests. In the end, It started to slow down when its physical strength was gradually weakened. It was panting like a small deer bumping its head, because it could not help bumping into the rocks in the mountains and forests because of panic, it seemed so desolate that it was covered with scars.
When Yu Qing saw that the white wolf was tired, it was obviously the time. He pulled the bowstring and shot out at the little white wolf fiercely.
The arrow shot to the head and neck of the little white wolf like a stream of fire, and only heard a mournful wailing. The little white wolf hit the arrow and fell to the ground. The blood flowed down from the neck and dyed the pure white fur red. With a sigh of breath, he kept kicking his legs and let out a low roar. In the end, his gasping voice was weakened. Only a line of blood and tears from the corners of his eyes flowed down and fell on the green grass, which suddenly became red. Quiet woods.
Yu Qing patted his horse and walked to the little white wolf, picked up the little white wolf passing through his throat, and said to the guards: "They say that the white wolf of Cangling Mountain is the holy spirit of the mountain and cannot be disturbed, but today the lord is here. Therefore, we have to tell all the subjects of Qingzhou City that there is no holy spirit in this mountain, and there is no need to be afraid of this rumor and dare not step into this mountain. Our Lord today eliminates these demon spirits to make the people feel at ease and let the people know , With the presence of the Lord, all the spirits of heaven and earth must surrender under him."
After the guards heard the Lord's command, they raised their swords and echoed, as if cheering for the city lord, their voices were loud, and almost the entire mountain forest was submerged by the echo.