The village is not big, but it is not small either. It is not big because there are not that many people in the village. It is not small, but it covers an area larger than the big villages in the Central Plains. But every household
It's quite far away, so it gives people the illusion that the village is very big.
This land in the Western Regions really fulfilled the saying that it is vast and sparsely populated. At this time, on the huge village road, a young man wearing black clothes and a scarf was strolling along.
Under the bright sun, women in twos and threes gathered together on the left and right sides of the road, drying their crops while raising their children. Beside them, there were a number of barefoot children chasing each other and playing around, creating a tranquil scene that had passed by in time.
There are only so many people in this village, and every household knows him. Suddenly, when they see a stranger they have never seen before walking on the village road, most of them stop what they are doing and look up.
The eyes were curious and alert. When they saw the long sword stuck diagonally on the back of the man in black, several peasant women who had lowered their heads and whispered just now stopped talking and looked at the man in black.
There is something that is fear.
"Crack."
Just as the man in black was walking with interest and admiring the unique scenery here, a piece of rough wood rolled to his feet.
The warm wind blew up dust and raised the sleeves of the man in black. The scene was somewhat frozen, and no one around him spoke, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Amid the panicked expressions of the peasant women on both sides, the man in black bent down and picked up the wooden sign at his feet. He smiled slightly when he discovered that it was just a small game prop used by children.
"Hey, big brother...this is mine, give it back to me."
A little boy with a cracked face said solemnly to the man in black in a local dialect.
This was their local language. The man in black couldn't understand it at all, but it was not difficult to guess. He flipped the wooden sign up and down, continued to move forward, and when he passed by the little boy, he threw the wooden sign to him and
He rubbed the boy's hair and said softly: "I'm so envious..."
Neither party could understand what the other said. Under the boy's curious eyes, the man in black gradually walked through the village and towards the mountains.
Fengshuang Mountain is located behind Huatai Village. If you want to go up the mountain, this road is the easiest to walk. The pace of the man in black seems slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, we reached the mountainside. The mountains here are not as comprehensive as those in the Central Plains, but can be seen endlessly. The mountains are connected to the mountains and stretch endlessly. The mountains are much larger than those in the Central Plains.
The man in black walked among them, like a tiny ant.
Soon, passing a corner, a group of about twenty people came up the mountain. The leaders were all riding tall horses, and behind them were followers on foot, all wearing Tibetan clothes.
A tall man with beards was at the head of the group, followed a little behind by a young man dressed in luxurious clothes.
"Father, why do you value this small Vajra Gate so much? That you deigned to visit it in person?"
The gorgeous young man riding a horse asked puzzledly to the calm and proud man in front of him.
"The king's goal is the Central Plains. After the surrounding countries are solved, the Song people will be next. I heard that there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there are many capable people. Now the Tantra is in the hands of the king. We should also prepare for a rainy day and save up.
own strength."
The big man was not impatient, but patiently explained to the young man behind him.
"But this Diamond Gate..."
"What do you know?! I heard that this Vajra Sect comes from Shaolin in the Central Plains. Although its scale is small, its abilities are not small and it can be used by me."
This big man was the first King of Ruyang, and the handsome young man behind him was his heir. I think he should be Zhao Min's grandfather in the future. Their family made an agreement with the Vajra Sect very early. In later generations, the disciples of the Vajra Sect will become more and more popular.
He participated in the war in the Central Plains as a retainer. There is no need to elaborate too much on how close his relationship is.
And this foundation was naturally laid by our predecessors.
The two were talking, and suddenly the eyes of the bearded man narrowed slightly. The young man looked down along his gaze and saw a man in black walking alone in the mountains. It looked quite strange.
Soon, the two sides met head-on. Seeing such a heavily armed group of people, the man in black was not surprised at all, but kept his head on his own and moved forward.
When he passed by, the man in black quickly glanced at the man in black. Facing his aggressive gaze, the man in black ignored him and lowered his head, completely indifferent.
The gorgeous young man who couldn't stand it immediately shouted sharply: "How outrageous! Why don't you kneel down when you see the prince!?"
Naturally, he was speaking in Mongolian, and the followers behind him all drew out their scimitars, as if they were ready to take down the person at the first command.
The bearded man did not speak, but allowed his son to scold him, but his eyes were fixed on him.
"Are you talking to me?"
Intimidated by the eager gazes of the guards, the man in black immediately stopped and slowly turned his head to look at the young man on horseback.
He couldn't understand what the young man was saying at all, but that didn't stop him from understanding the unkind tone of his words.
"People from the Central Plains?"
The young man asked in poor Chinese Mandarin, and raised his brows high, because he found that even though he was surrounded by more than ten people from his side, the young man did not panic at all, and still looked calm and relaxed.
"What do you think?"
Looking directly at the gorgeous young man without fear, the man in black raised the corner of his mouth and asked.
"you!"
Before the gorgeous young man could get angry, the bearded man on the side took the lead and shouted: "Temur! Don't be rude!"
"But Father Khan..."
"Shut up!"
"..."
"Your Excellency, there is only one Vajra Gate in front of you and nothing else. Are you going the wrong way..."
The Chinese language spoken by the bearded man was much more fluent than that of the gorgeous young man, and at least it sounded much more comfortable to the ears of the man in black.
"Well, then I shouldn't have gone wrong..."
Putting the hood on his head, the man in black smiled brightly, revealing his big white teeth under the bright sun, which looked very sunny.
Frowning slightly, the bearded man said in a deep voice, "Why are you looking for the Vajra Gate?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Nothing... I heard that the Vajra Sect has excellent martial arts, so I came here..."
"..."
Even so, the bearded man was not sure whether the young man's words were true or false. He had been in power for many years and asked himself what kind of people he had not seen. He had already figured out people's hearts, but this young man gave him an unpredictable feeling.
What's more, it comes from the alarm bell in his heart. This is the sixth sense unique to his superiors, that is, the young man in front of him is extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous...
This was the reason why he had the patience to tell him so much.
"Trouble, let me..."
Without giving the bearded man any thought, the man in black turned around and continued moving forward, speaking to the guards surrounding the road.
After hearing this, a dozen or so people all looked at the big man at the head, and the gorgeous young man looked at the man in black angrily, wanting to take down this arrogant young man in one fell swoop, but the man with the cheeks pondered for a moment and waved his hand: "Stand back!"
"Father!" The gorgeous young man was anxious.
"I said stand down!"
There was no other way, the guards could only get out of the way angrily.
"Haha...thank you..."
The man in black walked straight through the crowd and walked up the mountain without looking back.
"May I have your name?"
Looking at the young man walking away, the big man sitting on the horse suddenly asked.
At this time, a strong mountain wind came. As soon as the man in black turned his head, the strong wind blew away the scarf on his head, revealing his full head of black hair and the scarlet mark on his forehead.
Seeing the fierceness under the calm eyes of the man in black, the bearded man took a breath. It was... a lingering... it was a shocking sight standing on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Evil spirit...
Staring at the bearded man with sharp eyes, the man in black whispered: "Dongzhang..."