"Oh, okay, don't say it anymore, I feel uncomfortable." Yun Qiang has had no father or mother since he was a child, and is afraid that others will take maternal love in front of him.

Although Chagan Xire is a small town, it has a small population. Most Mongolians like to live on the grassland and live an unrestrained life. Wushuang and Yunqiang were muttering and left the town street. The north street of Zhenzi led to the pasture on the grassland. Because they were close to the residential area, there were herds of cattle and sheep on the pasture, and the cow dung was very delicious. Wushuang had to cover his nose if he couldn't smell it.

There is an old tree at the entrance of the town. Just like China's national conditions, there is an old tree at the entrance of every village. The shade under the tree has become a place for the elderly to discuss family matters.

Two old men and three old ladies were sitting under the tree with crutches while chatting. Wushuang and Yun Qiang walked over, and the old men pointed and whispered something. They probably recognized Wushuang as a Mongolian.

Wushuang looked at her side, oh, these old people are not young anymore, how old are? The old teeth are gone, the folds on her face are like gullies, and her dry claws are covered with age spots.

"It's really a veritable Changshou Town." Wushuang said to himself.

"My master, are they ninety years old?" Yun Qiang asked.

"Ninety years old? Then you say that they are too few. They are at least over a hundred years old. If they live to a certain age, they will not be called old people. There are a few words to call them old people. Look at these few, how are their eyes different from us?"

Yun Qiang is a rough man, and he sways his head and says he can't tell.

These old men sitting under the tree chatting all turned back at Wushuang. Generally speaking, the old men's eyes were kind, but the eyes of these old men were not only unkind but also had a cold feeling, as if they could see through your heart with their eyes, and they pierced directly into your chest like a sharp blade, and the people who saw them were trembling all over.

"Bai Zhaganu." Yun Qiang nodded to the old men and greeted them, and then quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at the old men.

"Grandma, I'm not afraid to kill people. Why don't you dare to look at them today?" Yun Qiang couldn't figure it out.

"Haha..." Wushuang smiled dryly and walked towards the old tree step by step, then squatted down. "Qi Sai Bai Nu." He deliberately inserted the dagger with cold light on his waist, lifted up his clothes and exposed it.

Unexpectedly, when these old men saw the dagger, they looked timid and took several steps back together.

"What should be gone will leave sooner or later, why bother to be attached to the dust of the world? The debts owed in this life will be paid back in the next life, how can you go against the will of God?" After saying that, he stood up and took Yun Qiang away. After he left, several old men were still staring at him behind his back, and his eyes cursing him fiercely like a sharp knife.

"My master, are they all afraid of you?"

"What are they afraid of me? If they didn't do anything wrong, why are they afraid of me? They are afraid of the murderous aura on me, and they are afraid of this cold blood treasure blade. This cold blood treasure blade is invincible, and all the dirty things in the world are extremely avoiding. They have noticed its evil aura."

Originally, the Cold Blood Knife was just an ordinary knife. If there was anything special about it, it was cast from meteorite iron outside the sky. It was just because it killed too many people and stained with too much blood, so it became the evil-proof sword that scared all ghosts and ghosts.

It is not difficult to find Baolide's family. He is the most famous celebrity in Chagan Xire. People come to you every hour every day to get his magic medicine. Of course, Baolide is not what everyone comes to see, it depends on your luck. In Wushuang's words, it depends on whether you have any bad fate.

Baolide lives on a grassland on the north side of Chaganxire, with a circle of pasture fences, with only two yurts in the fence, one where he lives and the other where he entertains visitors.

In the afternoon, Baolide's family was still crowded with people, and people lined up in a long queue, waiting anxiously in front of his house. Some were even sick and difficult to walk alone, and they had to rely on the support of their relatives.

A warm spring breeze hit, and a windmill inserted outside the door was spinning.

"My master, you are waiting for me to call the door. There is such a long queue. I may not be able to see him when I see him." Yun Qiang squeezed in from the crowd. He was strong and rushed around like a beast, causing a lot of commotion.

Several herders pointed and pointed behind their backs, perhaps saying that this rash young man was rude.

Soon, Yun Qiang turned around and came back.

"My master, the first person in front of the door came last night and was waiting here. He said that Polite had never come out until dawn in the morning. He saw that the sun was about to set in a while, should we still wait?" Yun Qiang asked him.

Wushuang looked up at the dazzling sun above her head. On the prairie, it would be warm everywhere whenever there was a sun, but if the sun set, the temperature would drop sharply.

A spring breeze blew, and several strings of copper bells hanging on the ranch fence rang. Wushuang gently stroked the copper bell with his hands, thinking about the safety of his good sister.

"Bump it away!"

"What? Yun Qiang was a little confused."

"I said I would like to open the ranch door!" Wushuang said coldly. He is a beard, and there is no need to talk about so many etiquette. Who has ever seen a beard and lined up to knock on the door respectfully? They come and leave whenever they want, and even if they are killing people, they never say hello to others in advance. They don't need reason.

"My man, isn't this good? We're here to ask for help." Yun Qiang was in a dilemma. It would not be an exaggeration to treat those evil people, but Baoli Dede is highly respected and a witch doctor. The witch doctor has a very high status in Mongolia, even higher than the monks in the Huang Temple.

Wushuang ignored him and knew that he was in a dilemma. Although Yun Qiang was reckless, he was also a Mongolian person. It was a bit cruel to destroy the benevolence among the Mongolians.

He pushed the crowd away and walked straight in. The herdsmen behind him pointed and whispered. He became the target of public criticism. Although it was East Asia, the appearance of the Mongols was essentially different from that of the Han people. They had wide faces, slightly collapsed noses, and small mouths and small eyes. They were dressed in a fashionable way, wearing life cards, and wearing big sunglasses, so how could they not be conspicuous?

The wound on his back was still unbearable, and he limped occasionally when he walked. Everyone thought he was here to ask for medical treatment for Polite.

He kicked open the ranch gate with a bang. He stood in front of the door and raised his voice and shouted: "Kuixing shone brightly and shocked all evil spirits, the earth dragon covered the clouds and descended thousands of miles, bandits and thieves were slaughtering hundreds of bandits, the only show of the top of the ever-victory victory!"

Everyone stretched out their necks and opened their mouths and looked at the sick Han man curiously. Maybe they couldn't understand Chinese, but they felt that this poem was very pleasant to listen to.
Chapter completed!