. Mr. Ban didn't say anything, just sat there quietly watching the smile of the porcelain doll... from the smile that raised the smile to the blooming of the smile to the end dissipating
Mr. Ban will not persuade what Xie Zizhuo wants to do. Everyone has what he wants to do. Mr. Ban is still a mess, so he has no intention to care about others. However, when her smile falls into her eyes,
When it melted into the night, the old man's heart sank.
After the overwhelming locusts passed, the farmers sat in the fields expressionlessly; the flood that had not been seen in a century hit, and a thousand miles of radius turned into a country, and the victims cried bitterly; the enemy horses broke the pass, and the scorched earth everywhere they passed, and the soldiers of the Nanli resentment became crazy;
The terrible plague broke out, the corpse of a prosperous city stinked into the sky, the little baby hugged his parents' bodies and kept shaking... He has been a high-ranking official for life, and has seen any kind of suffering in the world, but he has never seen such a girl.
She lives well, but she doesn't have a trace of happiness or hope. (Update the latest chapter of this book)
Xie Zizhuo met the right prime minister's gaze, as if he understood his thoughts, and the porcelain doll smiled again: "Actually, I had a chance."
Lord Ban didn't understand what the 'opportunity' she said meant, so he frowned: "The opportunity to kill all the sand people?"
"The opportunity to live happily." The porcelain doll curled up her legs, wrapped her arms around her knees, and her favorite sitting posture made her feel very safe: "After two pairs of parents die, I always have a dream.
: Kill the emperor to avenge them. I can understand that it is just a dream to avenge this, but I can't be willing to do so. If I can't learn martial arts, I will learn something else. As long as it is related to rebellion and war, I will read all of them.
Want to learn. I have broken down my qualifications for Yan Chongzhen, left by my father, and memorized the distribution of various Yan State barracks that Xiemen could find. I tried my best to understand the responsibilities and deployments of the various guards in Jingcheng...
These things have no help in revenge at all. The only useful thing is: the more I learn, the more I understand. It is impossible to kill Jingtai like me. At that time, I didn’t know that Song Yang was still alive.”
"Song Yang's first appearance is very..." The porcelain doll turned his head and thought for a moment. Finally, he found the right wording: "It's amazing."
Xie Zizhuo didn't know that she was not the first person to describe the "Song Yang Magic".
"He could actually forge the order of Master Yan. I was already in a state of death, but I was easily broken by a few drops of blood from him. It's far more than that... what Chang Chunhou did
Do you know everything?" Xie Zizhuo asked the lord.
The latter shook his head: "Little is known."
The old man lied. When he was recuperating from the gold pension nest, Gu Zhaojun had already told him what Song Yang had done in the past few years. However, Master Ban can see now that the porcelain doll is very interested in this topic.
Since she wanted to say it, what's wrong with him listening again.
Yan Guoshi encountered a riot in Yanjing City, Yan Jingcheng was burned, Yan Emperor was burned, Yan Emperor vomited blood and was seriously ill; he also saved Tan Guide and became the most powerful thief in Yan State; he and Uighur Khan brothers
It is called Nanli to bring a brotherly country; it has a deep friendship with the barbarians in the mountains, and has found the strange weapon, Cicada Yasha, hidden outside the world by the Dahong of the previous dynasty; it has severely defeated King Jing with the support of Nanli Buddhist disciples, and built a sacred Buddhist land in the fief...
...The real knowledge is like a family. One after another about Song Yang, the porcelain doll became energetic and even danced with excitement when it was excited.
She said and smiled. She had never participated in all these things, but she was honored.
Xie Zizhuo was proud of this guy named "Song Yang".
"The first time I saw him, he was anxious and angry, jumping up and shouting to kill the monk to silence him; the second time I saw him, he was so poor that he was frowning for money. Such a person really couldn't count on him to be able to
What to do?" The porcelain doll smiled even more: "But such a person has actually accomplished one big thing after another. What he did alone is more and more accomplished than all of us combined
.I heard about his story and spent a while with him. I couldn't help it, but I couldn't help it and believed him."
"I must avenge my two-pair of parents. But how could I not understand, it was just a wishful thinking and dreaming. But it will be different after I met him. I believe him, he does the same thing as me, I
It can't be done, but he will do it well... com Updated"
The thoughts deep in my heart, for the first time, I couldn't find the right wording for a while, and the porcelain doll was a little incoherent: "More important, I can't pretend to be someone else's fault. How can my parents' bloody hatred be done for others? Only he
It's an exception. My parents are also his parents. If you really want to count it, we are a family, and he is still my "master". The burden I couldn't bear and could not let go, so naturally he took it over.
.I don’t want to be lazy, but it’s just that he can do this thing ten thousand times better than me…I feel like I have a sudden settlement, a support, and a person I can count on.”
She suddenly closed her mouth and was silent for a while. When she spoke again, she returned to calm from her expression to her tone: "I don't care about such a person when he was not there before; but later he came, and now he is
I'm very unhappy now."
Mr. Ban nodded, didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say. The old man wouldn't comfort him. The porcelain doll no longer said anything, lying on the blanket, hugged himself with his arms and chest, and went to bed.
.
She had a chance to take off her burden and try to live happily. But when Song Yang died, this opportunity disappeared.
The days that followed were innovating, and each day was repeating yesterday, but each day would pass slower than yesterday.
The military newspapers collected from the wolf's body, no information useful to the Sha people was found for the time being. However, Lord Ban found a piece of information related to himself. It was a letter from the ordinary wolf's body. After writing it, it was written.
Before I could send it, it should have been a letter to my lover, perhaps to make my lover happy. During this period, I recorded an interesting story: The Quanrong said that he had sent the Nanli mission, but the Uighurs said that he had not seen anyone. Now the two countries
A quarrel is being quarrel...
Four more days passed. That night, the adults had just finished their work. They held the wine jar and said goodbye to Shawang with the porcelain doll. As soon as they left the tent, a loud singing suddenly came, and all the Shawang came out of their homes and sang
The folk songs of our clan are low but majestic, with many desolate tunes.
A team of sand people was entering the camp from the south, with more than 30 people. They all looked tired and had a stinky odor on their bodies, but the sand people in the camp looked at them.
The singing of the sings were obviously to welcome the team.
The porcelain doll and the squad stopped temporarily, and did not dare to walk around casually. They stood outside the 'golden tent' and watched the fun expressionlessly.
The squad of Shamin did not stop after entering the camp. Instead, he kept moving forward and headed straight to the golden tent. After they entered the golden tent, the singing of the other Shamin stopped. Everyone dispersed and continued to be their own
matter.
On the way back to the cell, Lord Ban asked Shamin about the situation and said to the porcelain doll: "Let's have a good rest tonight. Shamin will set off tomorrow and start migrating north."
Shamin was planning to move, but Shamin did not take more than ten days to clean up the property. They had already packed up, but they were reluctant to set off for a long time.
It was a bit strange at first, but after hearing Lord Ban's words, she thoughtfully and asked, "Shamin has not moved yet, just waiting for the team just now?"
Sure enough, Lord Ban nodded, and this time he gave an explanation without waiting for the porcelain doll to ask: This team is a 'corpse collection'. The sand people treat the dead well. They will buried the enemy's corpses, let alone die on the battlefield.
The same clan.
The night when the black sand storm was shaved, the sand people fought a battle on both sides of the Flower Sea Rift Valley. The Quanrong cavalry was vulnerable, and the sand people suffered a very small loss in their battle results. It’s not that the wolf soldiers were not elite enough, but the most important thing is
The reason is that their mounts were all shocked. No matter how well-trained cavalry, they would become fragile if they could not control their war horses. Moreover, they were in a storm and could only be slaughtered by the enemy;
However, the battle with Luo Guan caused a lot of damage to Shamin, especially the Grand Master and Song Yang took action one after another, both of which were domineering and fighting for life. Almost none of the "monsters" that died at their hands were left behind.
The corpse is lucky to be broken into two pieces.
Shamin must bury his companions, and he must have all his bodies buried. Now the team that returned to the camp has stayed in the sea of flowers before, pieced together the dead companions, sewed the corpses, and buried them. Shamin’s beliefs are unique, and the life of sewing the corpses is like stitching the corpses.
Not anything can be done by anyone, it must be a sacrifice in the clan.
Now that the priests are back, it means that the battlefield of the Flower Sea has been cleaned and the people of the Sha will evacuate here tomorrow. The whole clan sang in unison just now, not only to send blessings to the priests, but also to express grief to the priests who died suddenly.
After Master Ban explained, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the cell. The porcelain doll stopped: "Can you go to his grave before leaving? I didn't want to go there, but I was about to leave, and I couldn't bear to leave."
Mr. Ban shook his head: "If they let them go, you will say something else. The main reason is that it will be useless if you go. The sand people buried their bodies, did not erect monuments or piled up graves, there was no mark, and you could not find them even when you arrived in the sea of flowers.
He, let it go.”
The porcelain doll nodded, said softly, and suddenly wanted to cry again. He didn't even have a tombstone, and no one in the world knew where he buried his bones...
When the two prisoners returned to the cell, the Shamin who returned from the sea of flowers also met the Sha King.
The King of Sha smiled and did not dislike the dirty and stinky body of the other party. He hugged and ceremonially and kept consoling them with the sacrificial words, but the sacrificial priests all looked serious. After the rituals were performed, the sacrificial priests were
He waved his hand and took off the others, stayed alone and talked to Sha Wang for a while.
Not long after, the King of Sha looked gloomy and walked out of the tent side by side with the high priest, calling out the most elite warriors of the three hundred tribes, and explained something in a deep voice. Then, with a wave of his hand, many warriors set off overnight with sharp blades on their backs and left the camp.
By the morning of the next day, the warriors who were ordered by King Sha to go out for work had not returned to the camp. It was probably expected that this was an unexpected thing. King Sha did not wait for them anymore. He ordered the clan to move, and tens of thousands of Sha people gathered in a team.
, heading towards the cold north in early autumn.
There is no need to translate the Quanrong Military Daily during the trip. Lord Ban and the porcelain dolls have freed. Shamin gave them good treatment. They were placed in a big cart without having to walk as hard as walking.
Mr. Ban felt that he would not live for too long. The only difference was whether he was an old Uighur or a burying the bone grassland. Since he had been dead in a foreign land, he didn't care. As Shamin walked along the way, he occasionally had the interest to look up at the northern grassland.
magnificent view.
The porcelain doll is as calm as ever, frowning and smiling when talking. But it is not because of mood, it is just expressions.
The journey is long and slow. In a blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, and there is no sign of reaching the destination. Instead, the wind on the grassland has become more and more fierce. The sand people are not afraid of this, but are extremely comfortable. It can be seen that young and strong people will get rid of it at any time.
The robe, sings naked in the wind, the old and young around him clapped their hands and laughed, and agreed... There was no pain of being forced to migrate away from their homes, only the heroic spirit that survived in the vast world.
While enjoying the strong wind, Shamin did not forget the two people who had just joined the clan. He specially added a small tent to the porcelain doll and Lord Ban's cart. It looked inconsistent, but it really shielded the wind and cold.
A kind and optimistic clan, unfortunately, they killed Song Yang...
During the itinerary, the two prisoners were not sitting in the car all day long. When the wind was sunny, they would come down and walk, moving their muscles. On that day, the two were chatting casually and walking, and suddenly Kara
A muffled sound came, and not far ahead, the wheels of a large cart were scattered. The whole cart capsized.
There was an occasional overturn during the 'long-distance moving', which was very common. The porcelain doll and Lord Ban didn't care at all, but when they saw the goods scattered on the ground from the car, the two of them were stunned together.
: tea cakes, stone carvings, silver-inlaid jadeware, special medicinal materials... are clearly all Nanli specialties.
How could there be Nanli’s specialties in Shamin’s family? Even Ersha can figure it out. These things come from the Quanrong crossing, so let’s visit the Uighurs’ envoys!
The two looked at each other, and the porcelain doll silently returned to their frame. Lord Ban ran to the big cart he had come over, and while helping Shamin pack up his things, he chatted with the people around him in Quanrong dialect.
Then, when Lord Ban came back, he had already figured out what happened:
As expected, these things were stolen by Shamin.
However, Shamin still didn't know that they were robbing Nan Liren. They only saw a wolf soldiers escorting a large convoy, and after stalking for a while, they gathered troops to chase after him. They thought they were robbing the enemy tribe Quanrong.
The porcelain doll asked again: "So, Lord Qiu and the others, the entire Nanli delegation, were killed by Shamin?" Although she frowned and asked, her tone was relieved, and she found another one who killed Shamin.
Reason, this is very good.
Mr. Khan shook his head: "Sha people distinguish robbery from war very clearly. When robbing things, they usually don't kill people. Even if they are enemies, as long as they don't resist, Sha people will keep a living mouth, and it's enough to snatch things away.
I just asked, they didn't kill anyone that time."
To Lord Ban, Sha Min had no reason to lie, they were telling the truth.
The porcelain doll nodded and didn't say anything more, but this unexpected discovery made her figure out another thing... What she could think of was that Master Ban had long thought of it, and the old man would first before she could speak out.
He spoke: "Shamin looted all my mission, but he did not hurt anyone, but the matter was on the grassland, and Quanrong could not refuse to blame."
Porcelain doll interface: "The mission of another country was robbed by the tribe on the ground of his country. Although it was not done by the wolf soldiers, if this matter was spread, the face of the Great Shanyu would be thrown on his shoes and be sneered by other countries.
Even the subjects of our country will feel that the wolf soldiers are incompetent."
Lord Ban sneered: "So Quanrong will do everything, so he will kill all my mission and report it to our court, saying that the mission has passed through safely."
"So, when Quanrong heard that there were still envoys who fell behind on the grassland, he had to mobilize troops to chase and kill with all his might, and he was going to silence him." The porcelain doll sighed. Song Yang was not dead under the wolf's hooves, but he had a relationship with Quanrong.
There is another enemy that cannot be broken.
There are more and more enemies, and their strength is extremely strong, which makes porcelain dolls a little trouble.
...
Ayiguo is counting.
The bottom of the rift valley was stuffy, but it was not dark. The sun rose and the moon fell above and the valley was all conscious. According to the customs in the mountains, she would draw a path on the mud every day. As a result, on the seventh day, a loach passed by, all of them were
After smoothing it, Ayiguo remembered that the ground was not safe, so she found a saddle from the remains of the wolf soldiers and used a knife to record the days on the saddle. Of course, she did not forget to fill in the seven paths in front.
After counting twice, Aiguo threw away the saddle, with a look of bad luck: "What are you doing? It's been less than a month, I'm so crazy!"
Qi Shang leaned his head and his hands on the mat made of flower stalks. He smiled and said, "It's not good if there's less than a month? If ten years have passed and we haven't been able to go up yet, then we'll be really crazy."
Logically speaking, one month of cultivation is not short, but everyone is seriously injured. There are neither doctors nor spiritual medicines around you. The valley floor is special and the environment is special. It is damp and stuffy and not conducive to the healing of internal injuries. The most fatal thing is the strange fish blocking the way.
With their current strength, they will never have the chance to break into the rift.
Not to mention that the injury is still there, even if Qi Shang and others are all active, they are unable to catch their efforts if they want to fight out. Unless the Grandmaster can recover, Luo Guan is the most serious injury. If you want to take action again, you must also need it as soon as possible.
Half a year.
Fortunately, although the loach monsters at the bottom of the valley are fierce and terrible, they are beasts after all. They follow their instincts and live without IQ. They only know that these people cannot harm the aura of fish eggs, but they don’t think about why
I haven't seen Xiaoyu for so long, and my attitude towards these people has never changed: I don't bother them and I'm not allowed to leave.
Aiguo blinked and thought about Qi Shang's words. It was indeed the case. He stopped complaining. He walked to Qi Shang and stretched out and kicked him: "Come on the side, let me lie down.
.”
Qi Shang wondered: "If you don't lie down with such a big mat, do you have to lie down here?"
"You have overwhelmed it, it's comfortable to poke it softly." Ayiguo's answer was taken for granted. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.