Birds spread their wings in the sky, casting huge black shadows on the earth, crossing the mountains and ravines, and appearing in the sky above the endless, turbulent grass fields.
Going up the rolling river, all the slaves who were whipped up looked up, only to see the blurry image in the air, those birds flew away with people, hovering above the main tent, that was him (she) source of their nightmares.
"Who?" The Mole warriors, wrapped in fur and wearing black iron bracers, raised their heads and glared angrily at the unknown visitors in the sky.
"There are thieves invading, shoot." The safe territory was invaded by a dark shadow that seemed to cover the sky and the sun. The warriors on duty in the main tent roared in bursts. The strong wind rushed into the sky like giant dragons.
The rain of arrows approached the birds, and the huge airflow fluctuations caused them to squeak and fled. At the critical moment, there was a sleeve flute sound from Duguyan. At the same time, Yan Xuhuan's absolute domain protected everyone and blocked the surging arrow rain.
The crossbow and arrows on the outside were bounced to the bottom, clanging and screaming and roaring constantly. The big leader in the camp lifted the heavy curtain and looked at such a familiar scene. The wide sleeves fluttering on the fowl mount, the wind shatters the smoke.
Can't help thinking, why is she here? When thinking about this sentence, he frowned and glanced back slightly, and lowered the curtain to cover the domineering man in the dark green brocade in the camp.
"Stop." The big leader gave a deafening shout, which made the warriors stop their useless attacks. Then he looked down at the smiling person and asked, "You came to this chief to kill you?" It could be said that there was a grudge between him and her.
"It's yours, go first." The black bird landed in front of the big leader with the wind and smoke. "Today, I'm here to give a generous gift."
Hearing what she said, the big leader raised his thick eyebrows like knives, looked at the group of people who landed on the ground one by one, and asked, "You said a generous gift? Could it be something in the ragged bag on the boy's back?"
Yan Xuhuan shook her head, "Let's talk in detail in private."
The big leader put his hands together, "Okay." Hai Dongqing, who heard the applause, flew from the blind corner of his sight. The big leader jumped up, sat down firmly, and said to Feng Shuyan, "Take you to see me. The beautiful scenery of the Mole tribe.”
Seeing this, Yan Xuhuan turned her head to the little girl of the Yu clan who was watching the excitement and was not too serious, and her eyes were rolling around, and said, "Don't rush in, don't cause trouble, and follow Duguyan honestly."
The little girl turned her head and snorted coldly, very disdainful, and Yan Xuhuan said no more, and took the black bird to catch up with Costin, who was extremely fast. She believed that someone would educate her to be obedient.
After the wind and the smoke became a black spot in the sky, the little girl started to move around, and she had to touch everything she saw, and then commented on it.
He was extremely wise and pulled the old man Sun as his guard, dragging him here, knocking where he was, so that the warriors of the Mole tribe stared at her with anger and cold eyes.
In contrast, her clansmen have restrained a lot, but their eyes are still full of curiosity, seeing that everything is novel, and they have smashed many things with rough hands.
In this way, the two sides inevitably clashed. Although they didn't make a dead hand, they greeted each other with iron fists, then hugged each other and rolled around, desperately pressing the other's head into the grass.
Old Man Sun's ears moved, and he turned his head to see the ghost-faced and fang-toothed iron cavalry approaching from the side, and immediately jumped to the side to lie on the mount and cat, leaving the little girl alone and surrounded by the heavy iron cavalry holding an iron spear.
They shouted in unison, the iron spear stabbed out, and the imposing manner was overwhelming, and with the ferocious silver-black ghost face, the little girl was scared to sit on the grass.
After being stunned for a while, he realized that his reaction just now was too embarrassing, he lowered his head, and his face blushed. The ghost-faced iron cavalry, take it as soon as it is ready, and return to the main tent, guarding with a spear. They are fully armed, like hills, daunting, this is the invincible heavy cavalry of the Mole tribe.
On the other side, Yan Xuhuan caught up with the big leader who deliberately slowed down. The two were on their mounts, talking side by side at a high altitude.
"There's no one around now, what kind of gift do you want to give me because of your bloody relationship?"
"Send you half the world."
The big leader: "..." I was speechless for a while, what happened today? One after another, people ran up to me and said that they wanted to send me the world. Does she (he) really think that I belong to the Mole clan, barbaric and brainless
Yan Xuhuan took out two animal skin rolls from the embroidered bag around her waist and handed them to him. The big boss took it and opened it up. It was two identical contracts, with the signatures of Feng Shuyan and Duguyan on them, and the blank part was waiting for him to write.
The big leader Eagle Eye suddenly became deep and dark, and there seemed to be thunder and lightning in them, and he secretly sighed: These people are really more interesting than each other!
"You are really a generous gift! It's just... You foreigners have always been treacherous and broken contracts. It has happened repeatedly throughout the ages. For me, it's useless." In history, the lessons of countless blood have already made him see through. these false aliens.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. As long as the big leader is clear, this is undoubtedly a good time for your Mole Clan."
"You asked me to attack the rear that you haven't yet mastered while your country of Yan is marching south to cross the [Liaojiang] River. This kind of weird request is really unbelievable." The big leader shook his head.
If it is said that Tu Suyun came to push himself to take the opportunity to capture the area north of the [Liaojiang], it was because he wanted to cut off the back road of the Yan Kingdom, and then attacked and annihilated it in one fell swoop.
But... what is the wind and smoke thinking? Yan country, when she heard the name, she knew that it was her own country, why did she travel thousands of miles to find herself to capture her rear? Lead him, a jackal, into the room to bloodbath her territory
"I have my own reasons, it depends on whether the big leader is willing to fight."
"It's not that I don't want to, but I have doubts in my heart, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to take action." The big leader squeezed the two animal skin rolls in his hands, his heart was full of ups and downs, and the belligerent blood was already running, but he couldn't do it easily. Decide.
If this was a trap set against their Mole Clan, then what would happen if the beasts were trapped in the cage and could not advance or retreat
Yan Xuhuan raised her hand and brushed the strand of hair that was floating in front of her eyes, and brushed it behind her ear, withdrew her gaze on the big leader, looked at the horses and sheep on the distant grassland, and said, "If I don't come today, the big leader can Will you take the opportunity to cut my back?"
At this question, the big leader's eyelids jumped and he replied, "Yes."
"That's it, if it's not sincere, why would I have to travel the mountains and rivers to come to you." Yan Xuhuan said with a smile, and while speaking, she turned her head to look at the big leader.
"This is true. But under the guidance of the gods, this leader faintly felt that you didn't tell me the truth."
"If the big leader insists on a truth, there is really one, and that is within the 100-year truce between the country of smoke and your country, please be sure to protect [Barbarian Town]."
After listening to Feng Shayan's words, the big leader lowered his head and pondered, before shaking his head for a long time and said, "You want to protect Zhuquetang, wouldn't it be better for you to come from the country of smoke, this truth is not enough to convince me."
"Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too curious and cautious." Yan Xuhuan's mind is very simple and complex. "Signing this contract, you Mole people will have a hundred years to rule and assimilate the people of all ethnic groups north of [Liaojiang]. When the time is right, you will fight against the Yan Kingdom with a strong army. At that time, whoever will die will not be known. know."
The big leader knew about the wind and smoke, and he would not tell the truth about what she was thinking, but as she said, the iron cavalry of the Mole clan was already ready to move, and at this moment, the turmoil behind them is the best. opportunity. Even if they can only get ten years of recuperation, the strength of their Mole clan is not the same.
"Let me think about it for some more time." The big leader thought that the conversation between Tu Suyun and himself was only halfway through. Who would he want to cooperate with? Only after the comparison would there be a result. Benefit.
"Three days." Yan Xuhuan was not in a hurry, and had plenty of time.
After the two returned by riding, the big leader searched for a place and made arrangements for Feng Suiyan and his party as distinguished guests before returning to the main tent to continue the secret conversation with Tu Suyun.
No one knows what the two of them were talking about or whether they had reached a cooperation. At night, Tu Suyun, who was dressed in dark green brocade, with cold eyes, quietly walked out of the tent and disappeared into the vast darkness.
In the makeshift tent, Yan Xuhuan was leaning on the blanket with one hand on her head, casually flipping over a little book, picking up readable stories, her voice was soft and slow, and a lively and interesting story was spread to the ears of several children.
Duguyan, who was sitting on the ground, was holding Xiao Ning'an and feeding her fresh milk, while quietly collecting the sound of the wind breaking smoke.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the house.
It turned out that there was another group of "birdmen" hovering in the sky above. The warriors of the Mole tribe no longer acted recklessly this time, but watched with extreme vigilance. As long as these "birdmen" who entered the dark and intruded dared to act rashly, they would shoot immediately. kill them.
A sleeve flute sounded, the sound was melodious and soothing, which was quite similar to the flute played by Duguyan in the daytime, but was fundamentally different.
When the little girl heard this, her eyes widened, she immediately got up from Feng Shuyan, lifted the curtain and ran out. When I looked at Diyin, I was both happy and surprised that the patriarch's grandfather came.
There was a flash of joy, followed by shock. If she is taken back by the patriarch's grandfather, she will definitely be locked in the dungeon, and she will face the wall for half a month, or even longer.
How to do? Run away.
With this thought, he turned his footsteps and slammed into Yan Xuhuan's arms, clutching his forehead and screaming in pain.
Seeing that the Mole warriors knew these people, they retreated to the side and let a group of Yuzu descend.
The white-haired patriarch has a kind face and excellent energy, but his face is not very good at the moment. His adopted little granddaughter, as he gets older, his temperament becomes more and more wild, and he even dares to run away with foreigners secretly.
"Fei'er, go back with grandpa soon."
The little girl's name is Yu Fei, and before she learned to walk, she has the ability to make the feather clan go wild. "No, I don't want to go back." The tone was firm, and then she began to play pitiful: "Grandpa, the patriarch. , I'm tired of the feather clan inside and out, Mayfair likes the outside world."
"You're trying to piss me off, Yu San, tying Fei'er." The patriarch did not intend to continue to waste words with this little granddaughter, and directly asked the clan to tie them back and lock them up.
When Yu Fei saw the patriarch's grandfather being serious, how could she give in, she ran towards Xiao Lulu, and was about to jump up, when Yu San, who had strode over, grabbed the back collar, and spun around skillfully. The second time around, the person was bound to a strong one.
"Help, someone is going to kill someone, help." Yu Fei shouted for help, but none of the people present paid her any attention, and her voice gradually dropped. She lowered her head in resignation and let Yu San carry her back.
But when he saw Duguyan who came out with Xiaobu in his arms, he cried weakly: "Wuwu, Duguyan save me."
When the patriarch heard this, he immediately followed Yu Fei's line of sight, saw the dress with gold trim on a white background, and saw the still cold face, just like when she was young, but the green eyebrows were wide open, Royal extravagance is even more breathtaking.
The patriarch crossed his hands on his chest, bent down and saluted, and the old voice was very respectful: "See the smoke master."
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, but Yan Xuhuan was not surprised, his face remained the same, no surprise.
Duguyan's eyes swept across her face, and she habitually blurted out two words to the patriarch: "No courtesy." After speaking, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
The patriarch didn't notice what was wrong. After straightening his waist, he said to Yu San, "Let Fei'er go."
"Yes, Patriarch." Yu San followed the order and unfastened the rope.
Yu Fei, who was free, jumped to Duguyan's side in three steps and two steps, touched her chin, frowned, and looked around her in a circle.
"Fei'er, don't be rude. From now on, you will follow the smoker. When you get tired, go back to the Yu clan. Grandpa will wait for you."
"Hmm, good patriarch grandpa." Yu Fei nodded her head when she heard that she didn't need to go back, and didn't listen to the rest.
Seeing this, the patriarch sighed slightly.
Hundreds of years ago, the Yu clan did not just live in seclusion in the mountains surrounded by beasts, living a life of paradise without any concern about the world. On the contrary, they are very close to the Dugu family, they are relatives by marriage, and they are also monarchs and ministers.
With the passage of time, the Dugu family enjoyed peace for too long, and the emperor who sat on the throne stopped diligent in government affairs and began to enjoy himself.
At that time, the Yu clan people saw through the fate of a dynasty at a glance, resolutely moved their clan, and began to close the world. Since then, he has lived a small life indifferent to the world, enjoying himself, leisurely and happily.
But every generation will have restless children, who hate the unchanging life and yearn for the flowery world beyond the mountains. Every generation escapes and returns with scars!
Jedi Counterattack 15
The patriarch took the clan to say goodbye to Duguyan, and quickly disappeared into the dark night in a bird. He looked back in the sky, and his complex eyes were full of concern and worry for his little granddaughter.
The Mole army, who finally found an opportunity, was ready to go three days later and gathered on the vast field, majestic, cold and sharp. They are the totem Haidongqing of the clan, fierce and mighty; they are the supreme swords with sharp edges, eager to rush into the enemy line to fight and drink blood.
The big leader finally accepted the contract of Fengshayan, and solemnly knelt down to the gods, signed his name with his finger as the pen and blood as the ink.
This contract was later known as the "North-South Contract", and historians have polarized comments on the wind and smoke.
Some people call her the hero of the wise man, who is good at balancing and keeps the world peaceful for a hundred years. Her merit is greater than her deeds.
Some people call her the devil among the devils, the magic of good demons and evil spirits, the non-human and non-ghost ogre, and she has been stinking for thousands of years.
However, how later generations commented, it has nothing to do with Yan Xuhuan. No matter what she does, right or wrong, she is worthy of herself!
The iron cavalry army of the Mohe tribe is divided into light cavalry and heavy cavalry, each set out in two-way combination, the front and the back respond, both offensive and defensive. All the way smoothly, wherever it goes: those who surrender, live; those who resist, die.
All the villages, towns, and cities were left to take over and guarded by force. This is to get one city and one pool, and then guard one city and one pool.
During this occupation, the Mole warriors did not snatch the livestock and kill the slaves at will, as usual, but followed the order of the great leader, granting them the same human rights under the premise of peace among the people.
Intermarriage and indoctrination forced people of different faiths and races to be bound together, forming the most powerful Mole kingdom in history.
The wars in the world are lingering, the Quartet is standing up, and the people from all walks of life will kill from the four fields, and they will eventually merge and engulf. Standing in front of the majestic [Dragon City], you can appreciate how magnificent and majestic the imperial capital was a hundred years ago.
[Dragon City] is the center of the world, it is like the god of the sky, majestic and inviolable, and daunting; but like a beautiful woman, it attracts the heroes of the world, wanting to unveil its mysterious veil and reveal it to the world. real flair.
It has been two months since the Mole Clan left, Yan Xuhuan and his party did not catch up with the Yan Kingdom army in birds, but stopped and walked on the ground, watching the post-war decadence all the way.
After entering a city with the banner of the Xuanwu Hall, the eyes are full of broken walls, blood-stained to the extreme, and it is dark.
Amidst the ruins, a group of golden-robed monks were making porridge and handing out pots, while old, young, women, children, or disabled warriors were sparsely queuing up to lead them.
Yan Xuhuan and his party also walked to the back of the line and lined up. Mounts surrounded them, attracting curious gazes from everyone.
In the sewage on the street, there was a filthy, dying woman who looked about fifty years old. Her eyes seemed a little cloudy, and when she saw the wind and smoke, a light flashed quickly, like a terminally ill person who had seen a magic medicine that could save her life.
"Daughter, daughter..." A weak voice came out of her mouth, crawling on the ground with hands and feet, moving towards the wind and smoke.
"Hey, the wind breaks the smoke, is that ugly woman calling you?" Yu Fei disliked the mess on the ground, so she lay on Xiao Lulu's back and looked around. As soon as she turned her head, she saw the dirty woman.
Yan Xuhuan, who was at the front of the line, was called by Yu Fei, glanced sideways, and said lightly, "I don't know." The original owner had no feelings for this woman, so how could she have.
Her words made the woman who was crawling in front of her stop for a while, and then her eyes were red, and tears fell silently. It looked miserable, and it made people feel pity when they saw it. The people around looked at Feng Shuyan's eyes, became disgusted, and secretly spit.
This daughter is dressed like a dog, but she doesn't recognize her stinking mother, she is really cruel!
"Mother, mother." The boy's voice came from a street corner not far away, and everyone looked for the reputation, and saw a boy with the same rough clothes and a scar on his face, running towards the woman with a lame leg .
The teenager was approaching, and after he helped his mother sit, he raised his head and glanced around, his eyes locked on Feng Shuyan's face, and for a moment, his whole body was filled with joy. "Sister, you are really an elder sister, aren't you dead? Why are you still alive? Why don't you go home?"
While the young man was talking, he walked quickly with a lame foot and stood in front of Feng Shuyan with tears in his eyes, his voice choked.
After watching everyone here, they were even more disgusted by this woman in a wide-sleeved red dress. Even if the grief-stricken woman admits the wrong person with her eyes dimmed, this young child will not have trouble with her eyes.
Even the people around Yan Xuhuan looked at her with suspicious eyes.
"Sister, do you know that our family is gone." The teenager sobbed more and more when he spoke of his sorrow, "Father, eldest sister and second brother, they are all dead, and now we are the only three left in our family. ." Thinking about it, the grief was uncontrollable, and the boy cried and hugged his indifferent sister.
Everyone saw the young man returning to its nest like a young bird, hugging the woman with an indifferent face, and then they saw the woman in white next to her unsheathing her silver sword. She was extremely fast, with countless afterimages splitting the young man into pieces. two petals.
The strength was very well mastered, and the woman in red was not accidentally injured at all, causing the eyes of those who were hidden in the distance to darken.
And the golden-robed monk who gave the porridge saw this scene, the long spoon fell, his eyes full of sympathy, his hands folded in front of his chest and then bowed his head: "Amitabha."
After the two-lobed body of the young man fell to the ground, everyone discovered that the red-clothed woman who was quickly embraced by the white-clothed woman had a dagger stuck on her chest, and only the dark dagger hilt was exposed.
At this point, everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the woman in red ignored the mother and son. There was a reason. If it was them, they wouldn't take care of them, and they might even strike first, except for the two who sold miserable sympathy early.
The woman sitting on the ground, seeing the death of her only son in Huangquan, finally broke her shaky nerves. His eyes were bloodshot, the weapon in his sleeve shook out of his hand, and he killed the woman in white, just wanting to avenge his son.
However, before the woman could reach her body, she was slashed with a sword by the woman in white who had shot her fiercely, and her body slammed into two flaps.
At the same time, in a certain room in the distance, the half-opened window was quietly closed with a creaking sound. With the last light, there was only a faint glimpse of dark green.
Seeing her aunt being assassinated, Xiao Ning'an closed her eyes and cried out loudly. It was useless to let her brother comfort her.
The faces of the others were also very ugly. Yu Fei would never have imagined that the outside world would be so chaotic, that people die in every place, every day.
Old Man Sun was so angry that someone dared to kill her in front of him. Do these people think that the old man does not exist? Is he a ninth-order warrior without any deterrence
Only after the anger, Duguyan's face returned to the usual calm. She faintly felt that this person had the ability to come back from the dead and would not die so easily. The truth was the same as what she felt. The moment this person approached her, an invisible barrier was instantly covering his body.
So, how can this person die.
But inexplicably strange in my heart, Feng Shuyan does not defend others, why should I only be wary of myself
However, before she could go deeper, there was a loud noise in the sky, and when everyone looked up, three thousand golden-robed monks jumped out from behind the surrounding houses on the ground below.
Each held a shiny crescent shovel in one hand, raised their palms in front of their chests, and recited a passage of transcendental scriptures in unison. The Buddha's sound swaying, long and round the ears, making people solemn.
The sutra to save the dead was behind, and a blind monk with closed eyes came out from inside, holding a golden chanting staff and hanging a string of water-patterned beads on his body. Although he can't see, his face can be precisely turned toward the wind and the smoke. His step and mark are very stable, and he is no worse than the person who can see.
"Amitabha! I also ask Dogu donor to hand over this wind donor to the poor monk."
The blind monk's pace seemed to be slow, but it was actually quite fast. In a blink of an eye, someone was standing in front of Duguyan. If Old Man Sun hadn't stepped in and blocked it, it was estimated that the blind monk would have grabbed it hard.
"Bah, you old bald donkey, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. If you don't stay in your ruined temple, you come here to bully the younger generation. What kind of monk is you?"
Originally, seeing someone kill Feng Suiyan under his own eyes, he was full of anger. At this time, this old bald donkey did not practice well, but ran out to snatch the corpse, and he felt shameless.
"It's you." Hearing Old Man Sun's voice, the blind monk curled the corners of his mouth with a smile, "You and I haven't seen each other for many years, but we meet here..."
"Don't, this old man doesn't have the heart to catch up with you." The old man Sun interrupted the blind monk immediately, "Everyone is dead, and you still have to steal other people's bodies, isn't it a little shameless?"
The blind monk shook his head, "Master Feng is not dead, she practiced sorcery, and she has already become a demon. It won't take long before she wakes up again."
Old Man Sun didn't believe it, and looked at Duguyan suspiciously, but got her a slight nod, confirming that what the blind monk said was true. He repeatedly praised: "It's amazing, it's amazing." After exclamation, he raised his head to face the blind monk: "Since she's not dead, I can't let you take her away."
The blind monk's golden robe was filled with wind, and his clothes were screeching. He turned to Dugu Yan: "Don Dugu, don't be obsessed with it any more. This man is causing trouble for the world and cannot be left behind."
"Senior has a profound cultivation base, and this junior wants to ask for some advice." Dugu Yanduan would not allow anyone to take Fengsuanyan away.
"And the old man." Old Man Sun tilted his head and saw that Duguyan couldn't beat this old bald donkey, so he had the heart to help a bunch. When Feng Shuyan woke up, he would ask for some sorcery from her to study it.
"And me." Ze Hai and Yu Fei, two a few years old, also said with their small chests.
Xiao Ning'an, whose cry was reduced, didn't understand what everyone was talking about, but there was nothing wrong with what her elder brother said, and she said softly and fiercely towards the blind monk: "And me."
The poor and strange beast led a few birds, flapping wings, beast roars, and exposed sharp fangs, under the refraction of light, flashes of fierce light. On the horns of the poor strange beast, there is a faint purple electricity haunting it.
"Qianqi." The blind monk recognized the almost extinct poor beast from the beast's roar, "The man-eating beast will never stay. The evil animal will die."