Helplessly, Wushuang said goodbye to her lover reluctantly. There are so many people here, so she can't have a romantic kiss. The little pepper blue colored butterfly is waiting there. Maybe she has to bury you into a little hooligan on the street.

Turning over the horse, we headed towards the Hulunbuir Prairie. This is an intersection, the Sino-Russian border in the north, the Daxinganling forest area in the south, and the Hulunbuir Prairie in the east. Through this forest, crossing two hills, you can see the endless Hulunbuir Prairie. The grass on the pasture is golden in autumn. If you look away, you will see the golden light in your eyes. It is truly like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep. It is so beautiful.

All of this seemed to be in the painting, but there were only those cute cattle and sheep. There was no shepherd on the grassland. The horse gang left a line of dust through the grassland, and then the area returned to tranquility, as if even the grasshoppers under the grass were hiding. This was the wolf slaughter that happened once in a few decades.

The bold Mongolian horse gang returned to their prairie and felt overwhelmed, especially at the junction of China and Russia, who had just gained a face for the horse gang. He won a small victory and was praised by the leader Wushuang for a few words. Everyone was so happy. More than fifty fast horses galloped on the prairie and ran freely. The brothers held the reins with one hand and held the musket in their hands with the other hand and swayed high, yelling the high-pitched Mongolian long tune. The high-pitched long tune echoed on the endless prairie and made people temporarily forget the troubles in their hearts.

The horses have been running for a day, and they are not tired and they are exhausted. When passing a clear spring, Yun Qiang asked everyone to take a break for a while and take the horses to drink water.

"This sip of spring water is so sweet." Wushuang lay beside the water and picked it up and took a sip.

"The fresh water that has not been artificially polluted is sweet. I live in the city all year round and naturally cannot experience the beauty of the grassland." Ma Sihai said.

"If one day I am no longer the leader of the thief, the talisman on my neck can be taken off. I am willing to raise a group of cattle and sheep and a sheepdog in Hulunbuirgai yurt, lying on the prairie all day long, watching my livestock play on the prairie, hugging my beloved woman to have children here, and spend my life quietly." In fact, Wushuang wanted to say that woman was your granddaughter Ma Ya, but she still didn't dare to speak when she was talking.

"No, this is not the life I should live. You are the leader of the thief. From the day you are born, your destiny will no longer belong to you. You are destined to bear a heavier burden than my senior brother and revitalize the Northeast thief! My master, my junior brother Xiangzi and I cannot be by your side forever. We are old and there will always be the day when we die. Sihai knows that I am already growing up now, but there are still many things you need to learn. Don't always think about your children's love, yours will never run away, and you won't get it if you are not forced. In the future, if you can find the mystery of your life experience, if you can finally solve the secret in the cracks in the Xing'anling area, if you can recruit all the branches of the thief on Changsheng Mountain, then you can do whatever you want, even..."

The words Ma Sihai saved contain the ambition of being rebellious, which was once the ambition of his master Wu Gongyao. Now he can only place his hope on the young master. But Wushuang cannot understand so deeply. No matter how mature he is, he is just a child in his early twenties. He just wants to pursue his own happiness.

Wushuang took his words and added: "Even if I like whose daughter I can force it to take? Even if her grandfather disagrees?"

Facing such a big boy, Ma Sihai was amused and crying. He didn't dare to get angry while holding his old face, and did not dare to make things clear, so he could only remain silent.

"Second grandpa, I remember when I was a child, my grandpa told me that I was not like other children, so I received different education from childhood to adulthood. What I had flowed in my bones was the blood of the bandits on Changsheng Mountain, so I could not accept being a little sheep no matter what I encountered. I must get what I wanted!" Wushuang looked at Ma Sihai's glasses with a smile and said calmly. He was the order, and the meaning was that no one could stop me from doing things with your granddaughter, so you can save money.

"Haha... I did grow up, but we are Chinese. The traditional Chinese concept is the order of parents and matchmakers. Even without these... Isn't this... Isn't you aware of the mystery of your life experience? Do you know why your generations are constantly changing? Do you know who my master is? Do you know why your marriage was decided before you were born? I don't know anything about the world, but I can tell you with certainty that your future children will have 100% of my master's bloodline!"

What does he mean? Wushuang is a little confused. Bloodline? Is bloodline that important? He is not a royal relative. Even the Aisin Gioro family in the Qing Dynasty, I am afraid that he will not dare to say that he has guaranteed his bloodline now? Oh, by the way, if he marrys Ma Ya, the genes contained in the bloodline of the children they will be further and further away from his ancestor Wu Gongyao.

It’s not right to explain this. I am not a member of the Dong family, Mr. Dong is his grandfather, nor is he grandfather. He only has the bloodline of Master Dong, and even his surname is not Dong. Why are you talking about future bloodlines?

Wushuang becomes more and more confused as he thinks about it, and simply stops thinking about it. Young people must have a determination in the face of the longing love. He doesn't believe that in the future, he will steal the household registration book from his family and register with Ma Ya, or the two of them suddenly cook raw rice and cook rice. What else can these old people do?

Seeing that the tone of the two of them was not right, Yun Qiang quickly changed the topic and said: "My clear spring water is called Sariwan in Mongolian. It is translated in Chinese as Moon Bay. Do you see, does it look like a semicircular moon?"

"I have heard of Sari Bay. It is said that this spring water was given by Nurhaci, the Taizu of the Qing Dynasty. He led the Yellow Banner to the Hulunbuir Prairie. On the battlefield, he was a heavy arrow. Seeing the clear water, he washed away the blood stains on his body. However, after the wound was stained with the spring water, he miraculously recovered." Wushuang heard that his grandfather once told this joke.
Chapter completed!