In the vast wilderness, the wind roared, dark clouds pressed overhead, and the entire sky flashed with pale electric light. The sky above the dark clouds turned out to be blood red!
Yuan Feng was floating alone in the wilderness. In front of him was a cliff, and below the cliff was an abyss. In the abyss, there were countless black shadows flickering, and the shrill screams made people shudder.
Yuan Feng floated in the void, and a picture gradually appeared in front of his eyes. A broken city, a palace with broken walls, pale-faced soldiers charging on the rubble, a big man in black fighting hard, rushing left and right.
He was covered with bruises and arrows all over his body, but he still tightly protected the little baby in his arms. Finally, he broke out of the encirclement and came to a tall concave-shaped city wall. Countless bows suddenly appeared on the top of the city wall.
Crossbowmen, arrows all over the sky fell like heavy rain...
When the camera turned, a young boy was running staggeringly on the vast desert. Behind him was a middle-aged man riding a strong horse, holding a whip in his hand and swinging it from time to time. When the boy fell to the ground exhausted, the man
He just watched coldly from the side, moving his lips and saying something very fast, probably scolding.
The camera turned again, and the boy was memorizing books by the river. The middle-aged man was holding a book in his hand, listening and nodding. When the boy finished memorizing a book, he lit a fire and burned the book.
After another turn, the boy had grown taller and turned into a teenager. The boy and the middle-aged man galloped together, drawing their bows and arrows. The long arrows flew past like meteors. Wild geese fell on the horizon. The middle-aged man stopped his horse and was relieved.
He patted the boy on the shoulder...
At this point, the scene suddenly stopped. A strange wind blew through, blowing Yuan Feng in mid-air into the abyss. Countless evil ghosts below were waiting to devour him...
Yuan Feng suddenly sat up, sweating profusely. The violent movements affected the wounds on his body, and he grinned in pain. Looking at his body again, he saw layers of mulberry-white paper wrapped around him. It had obviously been carefully treated.
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Seeing him waking up, a woman next to him stood up in surprise and said, "You're awake."
"Who are you?" Yuan Feng asked suspiciously.
"He Min, I'm He Min." The woman's eyes were red. She didn't know how long she had been staying by the bed. Although she was very different from the He Min in her impression, if you look closely, you can still find some similarities.
"Actually, I lied to you. My name is not He Min, but Hermione. I am not Han but Qiang. I hid it from you because... I thought you were from the Li family in Lanzhou. The Li family has always been related to the Turks.
They are working together, so you have to be careful." Hermione said.
"So that's it, where are my brothers?" Listening to Yuan Feng's tone, it seemed that he didn't blame Hermione for deceiving him. This made Hermione breathe a sigh of relief and said: "We have sent people to look for it. Our army the day before yesterday
A fierce battle with the Turkic army. With the blessing of Buddha, our army won a great victory. The surrounding three hundred miles are under my control. Your brothers will be fine. This victory is thanks to you. If you hadn't killed the Turkic army
General Inzak, we will not win so easily."
Yuan Feng nodded and wanted to ask something else. The tent curtain opened and a middle-aged man with an imposing appearance walked in. Hermione quickly saluted and said: "Father."
The middle-aged man smiled gently and said to Yuan Feng: "Young man, please lie down and don't touch the wound."
Yuan Feng knew in his heart that this man was King Qiang, but he just nodded to say hello. King Qiang admired his calm attitude and asked: "Young man, what is your name and how old are you?
What does it do?"
Yuan Feng replied: "My name is Yuan Feng. I am sixteen this year. I am from Shibalibao, Luyang County. Due to financial constraints, I went to Xining Prefecture with my fellow villagers to sell salt. Unfortunately, I fell into the hands of Turkic soldiers. Fortunately, your army
Thank you very much for your help.”
Yuan Feng's answers were polite and courteous, neither humble nor arrogant, which made King Qiang appreciate him. He secretly praised the young man's extraordinary bearing, and said after a while: "Young man, this king wants to accept you as his adopted son, what do you think?"
What is the concept of being adopted as an adopted son by the Qiang King? That means that he immediately transformed from a native chicken to a phoenix, and the landguard of Shibali Fort turned into a Qiang prince. What else is there to say, but Yuan Feng refused without even thinking:
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I may not be able to obey my orders."
King Qiang was surprised, but he was not angry. After all, he was a high-ranking person. He just laughed and ignored the matter. After a while, he stood up and said: "Min'er, take good care of Yuan Feng, father."
The king has gone."
Hermione sent King Qiang out of the tent, then came back and said angrily: "Yuan Feng, my father has never confiscated an adopted son. This is his first time. Why did you..."
Yuan Feng shook his head slightly and refused to explain. Hermione pouted and said, "Then I want to recognize you as my brother, can you?"
"Okay, we can be considered life and death friends. By the way, how old are you this year?"
"Oh, I'm going to be eighteen soon. I'm two years older than you."
"I don't believe it. You are at most sixteen, as old as me."
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The tent curtain was opened again, and two lamas walked in, clasped their hands and said: "Your Highness, in accordance with the decree of the Living Buddha, we are taking the patient out to bask in the sun."
Hermione hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll help."
The two lamas carried the bed, with Hermione supporting on the side, and lifted Yuan Feng out of the tent. The weather outside was excellent, the blue sky was deep and distant, the fields were green, and large herds of cattle and sheep were scattered on the grassland like pearls.
A clear river meanders through it, like a ribbon on the grassland.
Yuan Feng took a deep breath of pure air and asked, "Where is this?"
"This is my hometown, Kamba Grassland, where the Qiang people have lived for generations." Hermione said proudly.
Yuan Feng fell silent, secretly surprised that he had been unconscious for so long. The Kham grassland was already close to Sichuan, no less than a thousand miles away from home.
"How's it going? Isn't it beautiful here? Do you want to settle down here?" Hermione asked deliberately with a smile on her face.
"No, I still have things to do when I get back." Yuan Feng said dryly, which made Hermione kick the wild flowers on the ground in anger.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and neither of them spoke anymore. The two young lamas actually discussed Buddhism. One of them looked at a white cloud on the horizon and said, "Look, that cloud is moving."
Another lama said: "No, it's not the clouds that are moving, but the wind."
The two were arguing, and suddenly Yuan Feng interrupted: "It's not the clouds that are moving, it's not the wind that's moving, it's your hearts that are moving."
The two lamas were stunned, and an admiration came from the distance: "It's not the clouds that move, it's not the wind that moves, the heart of a benevolent person moves, good!"
Everyone turned around and saw an old lama in red walking over accompanied by King Qiang. Everyone quickly bowed down and saluted: "Meet the living Buddha and the king."
The Living Buddha came closer and looked at Yuan Feng with kind eyes. Suddenly, a feeling like a spring breeze enveloped his whole body, "Are you willing to be the old monk's disciple?"
Everyone was shocked. You must know that this is the famous Living Buddha Lobsang Gyaltsen, the spiritual leader of the Qiang region. The disciple that the old man likes must be a good young man with deep wisdom. Most people would have agreed long ago, but
But Yuan Feng still shook his head: "Thanks to the living Buddha for his love, Yuan Feng still has many things to do."
"Everything in the world is misty and empty, just like the floating clouds on the horizon. What can't be let go of? Listening to your Zen words just now, it seems that you have a profound understanding of Buddhism. It would be a pity if you still miss the world of mortals."
"Buddhism can certainly save people, but if you can't live well in this life, how can you expect to live in the next life? There are many people in my hometown waiting for me to go back and serve dinner, so..."
A living Buddha is a living Buddha. His mind and magnanimity are incomparable to those of ordinary people. He said approvingly: "The little benefactor has indeed understood the meaning of Zen. It's very good. When you see through the world of mortals, the door of Karen Temple will be open to you at any time."
When the Living Buddha saw that Yuan Feng was in good health, he left. When he was far away, Hermione said: "Did you know that in order to save you, the Living Buddha came from five hundred miles away and cast spells all night to save you?"
To save your life, if it weren't for him, you would have died a hundred times ago."
Yuan Feng was surprised and said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I haven't thanked the Living Buddha for saving my life yet."
Hermione smiled and said: "The Living Buddha saves people without asking for anything in return. If you want to thank me, just thank me. I asked my father to ask the Living Buddha to help."
"Okay, but what can I thank you for?"
"Hehe, just accept me as your sister."
Yuan Feng was finally involved. A boy and a girl sworn brother and sister on the grassland. Hermione was so happy. She thought that Yuan Feng was really interesting. He didn't want to be his father's adopted son or a living Buddha.
Disciple, but willing to be my younger brother, wouldn’t the effect be the same?
Ten days later, Yuan Feng's body had miraculously recovered, and the group of brothers who had escaped were also found. Except for Chu Jian, who was missing, everyone was safe and sound, so Yuan Feng insisted on leaving the Kham grassland.
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In the splendid royal tent of King Qiang, Hermione was acting coquettishly: "Father, please find a way to keep him. What good is the Shibali Fort? Just give them some horses and silver."
King Qiang touched his daughter's head and said: "Silly boy, why don't you want to keep this child? With such a fierce general, we, the Qiang people, will definitely be invincible in the war with the Turks. It's a pity.
After all, the child does not belong here."
"Then where does he belong? The Eighteen Mile Castle? What's the future for a local in a small town?" Hermione said angrily.
"You still don't understand. This kid's vision and mind are broader than the grassland. Shibali Fort is just the place where he started. Don't ask where the so-called heroes come from. Young people in small towns will also stand out."
"Really?" Hermione asked blankly.
"We'll see, but we can do something for him first."
Three days later, Yuan Feng and others were ready to return to their hometown. The group led the horses and was dejected. Chu Jian was gone, and Yuan Feng almost died again. Except for one thousand taels of capital, the remaining mules, horses, tents and luggage
It's all lost. This business trip can really be said to have gone to grandma's house.
King Qiang came to see him off in person. He sat on his horse and waved his hand, and someone immediately brought up ten boxes. When he opened them, he saw that they were all high-quality furs. It was estimated that the discounted price could be at least several thousand taels of silver.
"This is a gift from Her Royal Highness the Princess to you. They are all specialties from the grassland. Take them back to make clothes for your wife and children."
The villagers of Shibalibao had never seen such a formation before. They all imitated the etiquette of the Qiang people to express gratitude. It was Hermione's idea to reward furs. She felt that Yuan Feng's stubborn temper might refuse to accept the rewards if they were rewarded with silver.
So people prepared these fine furs.
How did she know that Yuan Feng was complaining in his heart at this time, it would be better to just discount the fur and have to take it to Lanzhou Prefecture to sell it, which is not troublesome enough.
King Qiang smiled heartily: "My gift is still at the back, look at it."
Everyone looked up and were stunned. They saw a group of high-quality Hequ horses grazing quietly on the meadow. There were at least several hundred horses.