After climbing over a steep mountain ridge that stretches for dozens of miles, on the top of a high mountain that stretches between the two river basins, there is a vast grassland in the air that stretches as far as the eye can see.
This is the place closest to the sky in the vast territory of Minliao, with stars dotted and a bright moon in the sky. The air is fresh, white clouds fly across, and the sky and the earth are connected. The grassland is vast and the sky is vast. You can ride your horse in the field without fear, and you can only feel the hills and valleys of the sky and the earth in your mind.
In the meantime, all the worries and worries are left behind, the sky, the earth and the sky are in a good mood!
"Hey..." Yelu Qingge shouted deeply and pulled the reins to rein in the horse. The texture under the animal's skin was tense, and he looked heroic and noble.
Agula drove his white war horse towards the moon, halted his iron hoofs within sight of the general, dismounted and followed him silently.
The combat boots made a rustling sound when they stepped on the new grass. Agula always kept a distance from the hero in his heart. It was not until the general dismounted and sat on a slope with a wide view that he let his horse eat grass and bowed his head.
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The bright moon is high in the sky, and the bright moonlight fills the vast grassland. The sound of the general playing the ancient robes can be heard in the wind, like the tears of a departed person, flowing out from the gaps in the moss, sinking into the water, and the rising moon sways.
The ripples that have been rising for thousands of years. The water waves gradually become still. The breeze blows, the whistle turns sharply, the floating sand fills the sky, the clang hits the ground, the murderous aura rises into the sky, the situation is breathtaking, the situation changes, and the faint sound of sharp arrows is heard.
The clanking sound of the wind broke through the air. Then, the sound of the sound became longer and longer, and the lonely plank road, the vast world, seemed to be the only one left listening to the music, far away from the bustling world, and escaping into the empty plains...
The song ends...
The general put away his ancient robe, stretched out his limbs, and lay on his back on the grass as thick as a velvet blanket, like a tired falcon resting quietly.
a long time...
The sound of horse hoofs inlaid with real iron came urgently. Agula didn't need to look back to know that it was Muren, a Min Liao warrior with a reckless appearance but a quick mind, and a lieutenant general who enjoyed the same honor as him in front of the general's tent.
The sound of hoofbeats gradually stopped, and a rich and dissatisfied voice sounded: "Agula, you didn't dissuade the general!"
The dew came up at night, and both of them felt the wet and cold breath rising from the soles of their feet, chilling their hearts. Agula's deep gaze looked at the frozen figure in the distance, then looked at Muren, and said: "I dare not
,Do you dare?"
Muren was silent.
Yes, who dares? Agula didn't dare to come near, and he didn't dare to bother the general. But the night on the grassland was extremely cold, and looking at the motionless figure in the distance, Muren was extremely uneasy. He clenched the shiny riding crop in his hand.
, my heart began to get anxious...
"Where's the young stableboy you saved?" Agula raised his thick eyebrows and looked at Muren's empty horseback.
Muren's face showed an expression of contempt and hatred. He spat on the ground, touched the cold scabbard of the scimitar, and said angrily: "You ignorant slave, if the 'Thunder God' didn't only recognize him, I would have killed him long ago.
Cut it into pieces and throw it away to feed the wild wolves!”
"Where are the people?" Agula asked.
"Throw it on the wasteland just now. Give him a few whips, but he won't be able to run away!" Muren said firmly.