The cold wind whistled, and the grass was covered with blue colors.

Shanyuting stood on a grassland north of Yinshan Mountain, with a wide terrain around it. At this time, the sky was getting colder. Looking north, the sky and the earth were in one color, full of plain sadness.

The river flowed by, and next to the continuous camp tents, many Huns were fetching water by the river.

Among these Huns were men and women, but most of them were young men, and few were elderly and children.

When the Xiongnu Khan Maodun returned south, he wiped out and swallowed many small people along the way and gathered a lot of people.

However, the world of the Huns is even more cruel. Fighting in this ice and snow, fighting against the cruel environment, the weak cannot continue to survive.

And the elderly, women, and children are such weak people.

In the king's tent, the Xiongnu Chanyu stood with his hands behind his back, running back and forth, with a hesitant expression.

Although Maodun was young, his bearded face was full of wildness. He was covered in wolf skin and his strong muscles were about to emerge. The look of worry on his face not only did not make people feel uncomfortable, but instead added a bit of charm.

Maodun is very worried.

Whether it is the problems within one's own tribe or outside the tribe, it is enough to make this nominal King of the Huns very troubled.

The Qin army set up to capture Henan, and the land of the Huns was about to be destroyed. However, the old shaman, now with a calm face and kneeling beside the throne, advocated Maodun not to do anything, and did not even need to send a letter to inquire about the situation of the war.

This made Maodun a little confused. The war situation ahead was in full swing. Seeing that the biggest war with the empire in the history of the Huns was about to rise, he, the Chanyu, was outside like an outsider and did nothing. The burning flame in Maodun's heart made him restless and uneasy in his mission to save the entire Huns.

Inside, the ratio of men and women in the tribe is severely dysfunctional, and some male tribes even kill each other for companionship. What's more, there are many examples of several men sharing one woman.

It’s not that the Hun tribes, like China, oppose such customs. But if this continues, the population of newborns in the tribes will drop rapidly.

For the Huns, population is the most important thing, even exceeding their desire for land.

Due to the war, the three tribes of the Xiongnu had not sent supplies for a long time. At present, there was nothing in the Shanyu royal court.

All kinds of problems need to be solved urgently. Maodun looked at the old shaman in front of him. The old man who was like a father and son, and his old god-like appearance really made Maodun angry.

"It's useless to worry about you now."

The old shaman finally spoke, and now, Maodun was like a firecracker igniting Mars, telling him with crackling sounds.

The general idea is nothing more than what to do next?

"What is a wolf?" Facing Maodun with an excited expression, the old shaman said slowly.

"Wolf?"

Maodun wondered, what to do at this time?

"Yes, wolf!" The old shaman looked gleam, staring at Maodun, and asked.

Although he was already a Hun Khan, the habit he developed when he was studying under the old shaman in his childhood still made Maodun subconsciously say: "The most terrifying animal on the grassland."

"That's right, but the terror of wolves is not because of individuals. One wolf can't fight a tiger, but a group of wolves is different." At this point, the old shaman paused, looked at Maodun with earnest eyes, and said, "There are thousands of wolves rushing, and hundreds of beasts retreating. No force on the grassland dares to be enemies. Except, we Xiongnu. We Xiongnu are more terrifying existences than the surging wolf packs, and are the most powerful existences on the grassland."

"But"

Maodun wanted to say something, but the old shaman took the lead and said, "You are the king of the Huns and will take the Huns to the peak of glory. Without women, you can rob them. Without land, you can still rob them. Without cattle, sheep, horses, you can still rob them. On this wide grassland, there are countless tribes. Women in those tribes can breed and descendants of our Huns, and the men there are our slaves, and they can provide labor for the Huns. The cattle, sheep, and horses there will make our tribe stronger, and the scimitars and long bows can arm more of our warriors. These are the food given to us by the Kunlun God. But before that, you must become the real king of the Huns."

"The real king?"

"Huyan, Lan, Subu. Those stupid nobles now only know to be addicted to exquisite silk, compare with exquisite bronze ware, play with the beauties who have traded and plundered, without any fighting spirit. They have become stumbling blocks on the road to the great rejuvenation of the Huns. Therefore, they must be removed."

The old shaman had murderous intentions on his face.

At this time, a sound of noise came outside the tent.

A young woman walked in from outside the tent and knelt in front of Maodun. The woman was wearing a tight leather skirt and bandages at her feet. The woman's skin was wheat-colored, with colorful patterns on her face, full of wild beauty.

"Shanyu, old shaman. Half a month ago, Meng Tian raised his army and advanced westward. The troops of the three surnames retreated one after another. Within a few days, they had lost more than a dozen animal husbandry land, and the population losses were countless."

"Under Meng Tian's offensive, the tribes of the three surnames will inevitably decline. And you, with your warriors, accept those lost people. As for what to do, it's your business."

After the old shaman said that, he looked at the woman kneeling on the ground again. "You Moon Wolf descendants, go with Shanyu this time to protect his safety."

"Yes!" the woman bowed and said.

....

The mountains and forests are lush and the terrain is mysterious.

A handsome boy, holding a flat sword in his hand, was dancing in the woods.

The young man's moves are sharp, and his sword energy is scattered all over his body. The sword moves are like defending and attacking. The sword moves fall like attacking and defending. With the continuous moves, the sword energy is scattered between the radius of several feet, falling leaves are broken and long trees are broken.

"Dawn."

A gentle female voice rang out, and the boy stopped moving.

The one who danced the sword in the woods was Jing Tianming, the giant of the Mo family.

In a few years, Tianming has gone from a cute hero Mingbao to the young hero Jing, who is now popular among thousands of girls.

With a handsome face and superb martial arts, she always maintains a cynical expression under any circumstances and is at ease in the crisis. Over the years, Tianming has captured the hearts of many girls who are determined to make a living in the world.

As a giant of the Mo family, Tianming is already the leader of a group of heroic swordsmen at a young age. As soon as Mo Mei comes out, no one in the world dares to refuse to follow.

It can be said that the boy in front of him is no longer the chicken leg that was originally staring at the chicken leg, but the real young hero.

"Shi Lan, where is Shao Yu?" Jing Tianming asked, putting his eyebrows closed.

Due to taking the illegitimate medicine, Shi Lan's cultivation has improved dramatically over the years, and her martial arts skills are the most advanced among the three.

But then, Shi Lan's appearance changed due to the influence of the power of the illegitimate medicine. Her originally black eyes turned into scarlet red today, and her long hair seemed to be dyed by crimson grass, turning into dark red.

Although he was just a girl, Shi Lan's figure became longer, with the abundance of a mature woman and the tightness of a young woman.

A tight black dress, worn on Shi Lan, has both a seductive charm and a faint innocence.

"The people from the Xiang clan came here today. I should have some information! Shaoyu went to deal with it." Shi Lan walked to Jing Tianming with crude food.

After the three of them arrived at the Yin-Yang Family's stronghold, although they did not see Gao Yue, Jing Tianming did not give up because of this.

The three of them traveled through the world and always advanced and retreated together. Therefore, the three of them stayed in an abandoned hut near the Yin-Yang Family Stand and lived.

Every once in a while, Jing Tianming basically has to go up the mountain. And today is like this day.

Shi Lan was familiar with Jing Tianming's actions, so she specially prepared a roast chicken for him today.

After all, it is not easy to explore the stronghold of the Yin-Yang family.

...

"I have told you so many times that Lord Donghuang is not here." When the disciple of the Yin-Yang Family guarding the stronghold saw Mingbao holding Mo Mei ready to break into the mountain, he looked like a headache.

There is no way, the person in front of me can't beat him or scold him or she can't leave. It's like a candy.

Tianming had a smile on his face and said, "No matter how many times I will see Yue'er."

From the mountain gate to the mountainside, and then moving forward from the mountainside, there is a mysterious forest.

This mysterious forest is mixed with profound Yin-Yang Techniques. If ordinary people walk in, they will often get lost.

I broke here again and again before the dawn, but failed again and again and had to look back.

But this time, Jing Tianming mastered the method.

I saw Jing Tianming in front of the forest, closed his eyes and rushed straight in.

If the maze in Yin-Yang Technique acts on the five senses, then Jing Tianming just moves forward with his intuition. The black true energy around him moves, and the trees in front of him that are blocking the way are split by him with one sword. This is what it means to use force to break the trick.

With such a arrogant method, Jing Tianming finally walked out of the mystery.

What made him even more trouble was that after the mysterious forest, there was a big lake, and there was no road to go around.

Seeing this, Jing Tianming didn't feel frowning and sat down.

...

"Lord Donghuang, it seems that he will find out here soon."

In front of a transparent crystal ball, the chicken legs that were scratching their heads by the lake are now reflected.

Two women with similar figures watched the scene one by one and the other.

It is the moon god of the Yin and Yang family and Ji Ruqianlong, who is the Taiyi of the Donghuang.

Ji Ru was covered with a thin veil, and her deep eyes reflected the scene by the lake. The old friend of the past came here, but there was no trace of joy on her face.

With a light gauze mask, Ji Ru was wearing a light blue flower-drawing palace skirt and her hair was tied into a bun. The girl just stood there quietly, like a graceful green lotus. Her appearance was peerless, but she couldn't feel a trace of blasphemy in her heart.

"Your Excellency Donghuang, do you want me to drive him away?" Yue Shen asked, standing behind Gao Yue.

"No need." A cold voice sounded, Ji Ru turned around, "It seems that he would not give up if I didn't show up."

....

Jing Tianming sat on the shore, looking at the vast lake, and suddenly remembered something.

"It must be like this."

Tianming just got up, but found a huge wave suddenly popping up in the middle of the lake. The spring water separated. A girl stepped on the surface of the lake and walked slowly.

The waves surging and spreading towards the surroundings. The girl has always been like the legendary fairy Lingbo, without any trace of smoke and dust in the world.

"Yue'er, it's you! I know it must be you."
To be continued...