Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a sky, covering the surrounding fields.
The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep are visible. The Yuefu poem "Chile Song" perfectly expresses the scenery of the grassland.
The sky in the grassland is always so blue, so blue that people are afraid of it. The endless green grassland and the melodious sound of the matouqin are so sweet and moving.
The vastness of the grassland seems to have no end, and I can only walk on alone until I have no strength.
From time to time, there are shouts of herdsmen, as well as prairie men galloping on horses, singing simple and high-pitched songs. This painting is not moving, it is breathtakingly beautiful.
If a person walks alone on the endless grassland, if he is more cheerful, he will die of depression sooner or later.
The Huyan tribe is a relatively large tribe on the grassland. The leader of the Huyan tribe, Huyanzhuo, has 50,000 soldiers and horses, and countless cattle and sheep. The Huyan tribe with a large population occupies a piece of land with rich pasture in the grassland to set up camp. It will not be until winter.
Move to another place.
The setting sun was like blood, and the herdsmen of the Huyan tribe began to drive their cattle and sheep into the pen, one man, one horse and one sword from the south, passing through Dalong towards Yingzhou in the northern border and entering the grassland.
Riding on the horse, Shangfeng's face was covered with frost, and his resolute face was neither sad nor happy. He took a sip of strong wine from time to time and walked towards Huyanbu. The BMW under his crotch seemed to be infected by its owner. He walked calmly and powerfully, and uttered two words from time to time.
A neighing sound.
"Who are you? Why do you come to my Huyan tribe?"
The man on the horse put the wine bag on the saddle and jumped lightly to stand on the horse's head. The shabby green robe on his body whistled in the strong wind. The two guards immediately drew out the scimitars from their waists and cautiously
looked at the big man in green.
"Who are you? Why do you come to my Huyan tribe?"
"I am Liu Sandao of the Great Dragon Dynasty, is Hu Yanyu here? Brother Huyan's three-year appointment has come, and Liu Sandao is here to settle the grievances in the world."
Liu Sandao was Liu Sandao who came north from the Dalong Dynasty with one man and one horse. The swordsman who passed on Liu Mingzhi's emotional seven swords. He fought with the coffin bearer Song Zhong in Jiangnan and just wanted to die and escape from the world.
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Liu Sandao spoke slowly and slowly, and his few words exploded like thunder into the ears of everyone in the Huyan tribe, deafening them. The two guards did not know when the scimitars in their hands fell to the ground.
Liu Sandao put his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for a response.
In a majestic tent, a man in his twenties or thirties put down the brush in his hand and wrote four big characters on the rice paper, "Peace and Peace."
There is little pen and ink on the grassland, so those who can use pen and ink and good rice paper have a special status.
The man's appearance is not as rough as that of the people from the grassland, but also a little more wild than the people from the Central Plains. The unshaven beard does not look slovenly, but makes the man look a little more informal.
A beautiful girl is holding a book of poems in her hands, but her eyes are not on the book of poems, but are moving flexibly. It is obvious that the girl's mind is not on the book of poems.
"Yunyao, you are wandering in the world again. How many times have I told you that there are very few people in our grassland tribe who can read and write, and there are even fewer valuables like poems and books. Brother Wei can get one for you.
If you don't make good use of me and put your mind on having fun all day long, how can I rest assured?"
The girl pouted and put down the poetry book in her hand: "Second brother, we are a great grassland tribe. Why do we have to read these Han poetry books every day? There is no need for them at all. Junyao hates them to death."
"I'm confused. We prairie men always go straight to fight in battles, but the Great Dragon Dynasty began to study the art of war and arrange troops hundreds of years ago. Do you know how many of our tribes die every year in the Great Dragon Dynasty?
Is it in the art of war? This is to let you understand what it means to know oneself and the enemy and to be victorious in any battle."
The girl threw the book of poems on the low table angrily: "What you are talking about is the art of war. If it is the art of war, I can naturally understand it, and I can go without sleep or food, but these are all about love between you and me.
Junyao felt irritated when looking at the words. These Central Plains people love to show off. They like to tell someone directly that it is not enough, and they also want to hide it in the poems in a subtle way, so that people can guess. Who is bored enough to guess these things? "
The man picked up the book of poems with pity: "This book of poems was obtained by my tribe in exchange for thirty sheep. The books on the military formations of the Dalong Dynasty cannot be circulated to our grassland tribe at all. We prevent the loss of war horses."
, the Great Dragon Dynasty was forced to prevent the loss of military books. The Jin Kingdom is nominally our diplomatic ally, but it also strictly guards these books. We can only maintain the prosperity of our Huyan tribe with a little bit of exploration and reference."
"Hmph, second brother, you will think about the insidiousness and cunningness of the people of the Central Plains. It is better for the eldest brother. He never forces me to see these useless things. In a war, isn't it just that you kill me and I kill you? Tens of thousands of cavalry have trampled on it, and the Dragon Dynasty
Not a blade of grass grows."
"Confusion is simply a fallacy. If there is no use in arranging troops, how could Li Yuanmin expel King Spisi's tent to the north of Yinshan Mountain? If it weren't for the grain and grass supply of the Dalong Dynasty, our grassland tribes would have been extinct long ago.
exists."
"Second brother, you will increase others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige. The elder brother said that the time hundreds of years ago was because my grassland was covered with heavy snow, and the cattle, horses and sheep froze to death and starved to death. In addition,
It was only because of Li Yuanmin's sneak attack that we were severely damaged. Our grassland tribe is protected by the Immortal Heaven, so we will definitely annex the Great Dragon Dynasty."
The man looked grim and said: "Is this all what your elder brother taught you?"
The girl looked at the angry man and did not dare to speak. She lowered her head and played with her fingers.
"Liu Sandao of the Great Dragon Dynasty has settled all the grievances in the world." The roar that sounded like a tiger's roar made the man who was about to reprimand the girl startled.
The girl's face turned red when she was frightened by the howling sound. It was obvious that the sound of howling had a hidden power, so that it could reach the tent here even though it was miles away.
Hu Yanyu gently put down the poetry book in his hand, with a complicated look on his face, and let out a breath. Hu Yanyu's eyes suddenly turned cold and terrifying, and the girl subconsciously tightened her clothes, as if the cold winter months had descended on the grassland.
"Has the three-year period arrived? How could it have come so quickly?"
Hu Yanyu walked out of the tent, walked like a startled giant, and jumped ten feet away.
"A man with a sword comes from thousands of miles away, how can he avoid Hu Yanyu?"
The whistle of Hu Yanyu a mile away had already reached Liu Sandao's ears. Liu Sandao still looked indifferent, smiling lightly at the corner of his mouth and staring into the distance.
The BMW underfoot was shaken by the roar and neighed, and the scimitar that the two guards had just picked up fell to the ground again.
"The Jianghu is the Jianghu. After leaving Qingzhou, Brother Huyan's skills are getting deeper and deeper. It can be seen that he has entered the seventh level of perfection. It is gratifying and congratulatory."
"My younger brother has only been to the seventh level for a few months. Brother Liu was already a seventh level master a few years ago. It is my younger brother who aspires to be the best."
In the flash of lightning, Hu Yanyu had already arrived in front of Liu Sandao, standing on the fence beside him: "Brother Liu's style remains the same."
Liu Sandao looked at Hu Yanyu with a chuckle: "Brother Hu Yan is a young hero."
"We say goodbye to Qingzhou. Three years have passed. Time flies by, most ruthlessly."
"Time is merciless and people are sentimental, and swords are merciless and people are sentimental."