Dark clouds covered the sky, and the mountain looked eerie. An ancient cypress on the top of the back mountain cliff twisted its rugged trunk, and its branches were blown wildly by the mountain wind, like a ghost with teeth and claws.
"Young Patriarch, we are here!" Ba Heng laughed ferociously, his face becoming even more ferocious due to the shadows of the branches and leaves.
Zhi Kaizhen looked over Ba Heng's shoulder. Surrounded by dangerous rocks and decaying grass, a crude sentry tower stood on the edge of the cliff. It was built of tree branches and tied with rattan ropes. There was a wooden fence leaning against the door.
The wind lantern was so angry that the dim yellow light was as turbid as fog, fluctuating with the wind.
Everyone yelled and opened the door. Inside, there were several bamboo beds placed against the wall. Two old men guarding the mountain, wearing tattered jackets, had just gotten out of bed, looking confused.
"Wu Wu has ordered that this place will be under the control of the young clan leader from now on. You two tidy up and go back to the village to live in the village tomorrow morning." Ba Heng entered the house, threw away Shekarizhen, and looked around with disgust.
Seven or eight pieces of bacon, rusty iron knives, bows and arrows are hung on the wall. On the other side of the wall is a bamboo ladder leading to the sentry post on the roof. There is a water tank in the corner, and next to it is an earthen stove for burning fire.
On the table were pottery pots, rags, salt bags, and a few smoke-blackened bamboo tubes, and some dry firewood piled under the stove.
The two old men looked at everyone in confusion and did not dare to say anything. They hurriedly cleaned up, lit firewood on the stove and boiled a pot of hot water. Finally, they gave up the bamboo bed and huddled in the corner without saying a word.
"You two, listen carefully. The young patriarch is worried about the safety of the back mountain, so he came to guard the sentry tower. You went to the village and asked everyone to prepare some good rice, noodles and meat. Don't forget the quilts and leather jackets, too. The young patriarch is thin.
, but I can't stand the wind and cold." A big man with triangular eyes said loudly, while he patted Karima hard and pressed his rough hands tightly on the back of his neck.
Zhi Kaizhen was speechless immediately and had to hold back a cough. Ba Heng and the others acted in a systematic way. They first spread the news of his coming to the back mountain to the village, and then asked people to send supplies to confirm with his own eyes. By then, he would have a
At any rate, the tribesmen don’t think it’s strange.
"Okay, let's take the young patriarch up there to have a look and get familiar with the sentry post." Ba Heng yawned and lay down on the bed.
The big man with triangular eyes grabbed Iskaruma's arms, dragged him up the bamboo ladder, and lifted the movable wooden boards on the roof. The flat roof was set up as a sentry post, with several wooden fences tied around it, and a huge wooden fence was tied to the fence.
Bull horn.
As soon as they got on the roof, the howling mountain wind hit them in the face, surging like a tide. Zhikarizhen quickly held on to the swaying fence, and beyond the fence was a thrilling cliff.
"Young patriarch, be careful. If you fall down, you won't even be able to find the body." The big man with triangular eyes kicked deliberately, causing the fence to vibrate violently, causing Zhi Shou to sway unsteadily.
Zhikari really clung to the wooden fence, looking panicked. These people would not take action tonight, and it would be a life-or-death moment for both sides after the tribesmen who sent supplies left tomorrow.
"Young Patriarch, you will stay here on duty tonight. If anything goes wrong, Lord Wu Wu will not let you go!" The big man with triangular eyes babbled a few words, but couldn't bear the cold and went off to mind his own business.
Zhikarizhen wrapped his clothes tightly and sat down against the railing, holding the cold dagger tightly to his elbow. Along the steep cliff, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a winding path, looming among the weeds and vines.
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The voices of people could be heard faintly from the room below. Although the wind was strong, his keen hearing could still capture them perfectly.
"I asked you to look at the young patriarch, why did you come down on your own?" This was Ba Heng's question.
"Let me drink some hot water first and take a rest. Don't worry, Brother Heng. You can't run away from him. There's a cliff outside. With his thin body, hehe..." This was the voice of the big man with triangular eyes.
"The young patriarch was singing and shouting before, but now he has turned into a dull gourd."
"I think he is scared out of his wits!"
"Hahahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter, which was torn apart by the strong wind.
The next day, a dozen tribesmen carried loads of food and clothing to the back mountain. Later, tribesmen arrived one after another and moved the things from the Zhi Shou Zhen Bamboo House. In the end, even Zhi You came to deliver them to the house in person.
Some herbs. Throughout the day, Zhi Shouzhen was wrapped in a quilt and slept soundly, making the tribesmen shake their heads.
"Mud can't hold up a wall!" When the sun went down, the eldest man with a scabby head dropped these words and walked away angrily.
"Why are you talking about looking at the back mountain? I thought he had changed his gender and become sensible, but who knew he would play another trick again!"
"You must be bored in the village, so you moved here! How come our clan has such a heartless melon?"
"My ancestor is so stern, so embarrassing for his father!"
Ba Lang stood at the head of Zhikarizhen's bed, listening to the distant discussions of the tribesmen, his ugly face expressionless. Zhikarizhen froze at the sentry post all night and contracted the wind and cold, but the tribesmen had no time to understand this.
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Ba Lang bared his teeth, and a sarcastic sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth. Zhiye had told him that you were a human, not a wolf that eats people. But Zhiye was wrong, only people eat people. When he entered the village, he was also despised by his tribe.
.The she-wolf who raised him in the mountains sneaked in to see him, was beaten to death, and skinned.
"Ba Lang, go and do your work. My uncle said that I will guard the young patriarch, and you can leave it alone from now on!" Ba Heng came over and gave him a demonstrative look. Normally, his uncle was just taking advantage of him.
This is just a wolf cub. If you really want to do something big, how can you rely on your own flesh and blood?
Ba Lang stared at Ba Heng with cold eyes. The latter's heart trembled, and he shouted inwardly: "What do you want? This is what my uncle said himself!"
"Keep an eye on him, don't let this son of a bitch cause trouble." Ba Lang was silent for a moment, walked away from Ba Heng, and gently brushed his arm against the wolf skin coat that the other man was wearing. After so many years, he could still still
Feeling the soft and thick warmth: he remembered grabbing her hair, riding on her and running; he also always remembered clinging to each other in the cold cave; he also followed her and screamed at the moon, aw——
Ouch - Ouch...
He walked down the mountain, and the pale moon rose over the top of the cliff. He suddenly wanted to shout at the top of his voice, but he couldn't, and no one roared with him. The road leaving the back mountain was narrow and steep, with stone steps.
Where can wolves run freely?
In the end, he just stepped on his own shadow and walked back like a silent lonely soul.
The village was in a state of joy. "The caravan of wind media is here!" Ba Lang saw the tribesmen shouting and rushing towards the village gate. The women hurriedly took out the tanned animal skins and dried herbs, and the children were peeing.
The ground followed behind, overjoyed. The wind dealer's caravan always brought some colorful candy canes, sugar-faced people, and even performed tricks.
Change! Ba Lang's heart was frightened and he hurried over.
More than twenty wind-borne antelopes sat astride the antelope lizards, and the fish penetrated the crowd. The antelope lizards' three-toed pads touched the ground lightly, bounced powerfully, and jumped over the raised stones on the ground. They can run fast and have enough endurance to dare to compete with tigers.
Leopard collisions and climbing over mountains and ridges are not a problem. In the Eight Wastelands, only the wandering wind media clan can tame the unruly antelope lizards.
Several children couldn't wait to get closer. Heavy baskets were hung on both sides of the antelope lizard, and they were wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin. The children secretly lifted up the tarpaulin and looked inside.
"Don't be too crowded, be careful, there are plenty of sweetmeats." The wind hunter riding at the front bent down and patted a bald boy on the forehead, then shook his colorful cloak and pulled out a cluster of bright red wild flowers out of thin air.
He rubbed his hands together and said, "Pah!" The petals flew in all directions, and red hawthorn candies jumped out like raindrops, causing the children to scream and grab madly.
A group of wind agents had warm smiles on their faces. They were small and thin, all wearing colorful cloaks and pointed boots. Their light silver hair was tied into small braids with ribbons, and the ends of the braids were studded with coral beads and white beaded pearls.
Turquoise... Their eyes are gray, their ears are as long as horns, and the tips of their ears tremble endlessly with the blowing wind.
"Brother Fengyu, long time no see!" Barre's roaring laughter came from afar, and the gathered tribesmen moved out of the way.
The leading wind hunter restrained the antelope lizard and jumped down lightly, like a leaf falling in the wind. He had a gentle face and was in his eighties, in the prime of life among the wind hunter clan.
"Hello, friend Barre." Fengyu greeted Barre, crossed his arms across his chest, and gave a greeting unique to the wind medium, "I hope you and I will follow the footsteps of the wind."
"Haha, I hope you and I will follow the footsteps of the wind. Brothers Fengyu, you must stay with me for a longer time this time, at least after the 'Brazier Festival' at the beginning of winter before leaving." Barre hugged the wind warmly.
It is said that these wind media came at the right time. Firstly, the people in the tribe were panicked and in urgent need of comfort; secondly, if Ma Hua came to look for trouble, the wind media would not be able to escape and had to fight the enemy with the village. These wind media
, they all have unique skills at hand.
Feng Yu smiled slightly: "When the wind leaves and when it stays, it does not depend on people's wishes."
"Okay, okay, I know that you Fengyu people live all over the world and are not used to staying in the same place. But the children in the village are looking forward to the stars and the moon, so they are waiting for you to come and watch the sideshows for a few days! Brother Fengyu, you
You won’t disappoint the children, right?” As soon as Barre finished speaking, the children started making noises, and the bold ones grabbed the wind media’s cloak and screamed and jumped.
"Then let's have some fun with the kids first." One of the wind hunters blinked and jumped up, doing dozens of somersaults on the back of the antelope lizard; the other wind hunter showed off his cloak and six colorful animals
The ball rolled into the palm of the hand and was thrown up and down, causing the children to scream; some wind dealers opened baskets, took out candy noodles, and made colorful candy figures. Many women also rushed forward, eager to trade the mountain products they had saved for a long time.
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"Light a bonfire, slaughter the pigs and sheep, let's all have fun tonight!" Barre shouted, "Come, Brother Fengyu, come to my place and have a few drinks. Ba Lang, keep an eye on it and stay safe.
Stockade."
Ba Lang bent down to accept the order. When he raised his head, Ba Lei and Feng Yu had already walked far away. He squinted his eyes and looked around the wind media's caravan for a while.
"What's going on?" His expression changed slightly, and he pointed to a large basket that had just been unloaded. There was a person curled up inside, with his head lowered, unconscious, with a white cloth tightly wrapped around his ribs, and blood oozing out.
"We met him near the village. He fell at the intersection of the mountain. He must have been scratched by a wild animal." The reporter explained while carefully picking up the man. "We gave him wound medicine.
, but it doesn’t work very well. You shamans and healers are very skilled, so maybe you can find a way."
"What a coincidence?" Ba Lang grabbed the man's long and messy hair and pulled it up. "Well -" the man let out a weak moan. He had dark skin, narrow eyes, and a particularly tall bridge of nose. Ba Lang
His eyes moved down to the other person's slender palm, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Friend, what are you doing? He was seriously injured." Feng Xian frowned.
"You media reporters are really famous for being good people." Ba Lang let go of his hand, snorted and walked away. Avoiding the crowd, he suddenly turned around and stared at that person from a distance until the media reporter hugged him.
Go to Zhiyu's residence.
"The wind media has always traveled around the world and been kind to people." At some point, Wang Ziqiao floated over and said in a loud voice, looking in the direction where the wind media left.
Ba Lang laughed ferociously: "People who meddle in other people's business will cause trouble sooner or later. Are you right, sir?"
Wang Ziqiao smiled but did not answer. The person saved by the media must be Wu Qi. Even from a distance, he could sense the strong smell of the Yu clan.
Which song are we going to sing? Wang Ziqiao thought to himself, Ba Lang's eyes flickered next to him, and he seemed to be a little distracted.
The people of the Wu tribe have already lit a bonfire, and the barbecued pigs and sheep are sizzling with oil, and piles of flames are blazing into the night sky. The wind media have performed juggling tricks, and some have played the horse tail fiddle and tiger head fiddle, making cheerful music.
Flying around, more wind media and witch people held hands, singing and dancing around the fire.
"Are you Prince Qiao? Prince Qiao, the most famous alchemist in the Eight Wildernesses all over the world?" At this time, a fortune teller came over, with a trace of hesitation in his wide eyes. He was still a young man, and the tips of his soft ears had just grown.
Light fuzz.
Wang Ziqiao smiled and nodded.
"It's really you!" Xiaofeng Media clenched his fists, his face flushed with excitement, "Five years ago, we met you when we were performing a sideshow at Yongninghou Mansion in Jin Dynasty. You showed up to celebrate Yongninghou's birthday.
I am really impressed by the technique of 'turning a peach stone into a tree'."
Ba Lang's expression changed suddenly, and the little mediator added: "By the way, the young patriarch here is also a loyal supporter of yours. He also asked me to search for many biographies of you."
"Oh? That's interesting." Wang Ziqiao was slightly startled, and then smiled meaningfully, "After you sing, I will come on stage, and let's see how everyone puts on their makeup. My little friend, you might as well tell me about the young patriarch.