Looking at the innocent and somewhat clumsy girl, Lei Shaoxuan's hands trembled a little.

Timulan closed her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, her creamy face glowed with a holy light, her seductive white neck made people unbearable to blaspheme, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

Lei Shaoxuan's heart suddenly became apprehensive, surging with a trace of guilt, and the irrepressible impulse made Lei Shaoxuan muster up the courage to hug Timulan tightly and kiss the delicate and moving lips.

Timulan was suddenly attacked, and suddenly blushed, panicked, his heart jumped suddenly, instinctively struggling to push Lei Shaoxuan away, and there was a vague expectation in his heart, grabbing Lei Shaoxuan with both hands, and he didn't know whether to push or pull, a little at a loss.

Lei Shaoxuan's heart flew out of the sky, excited, sweet, and impulsive, which made him want to hold Timulan further.

Timulan suddenly pushed Lei Shaoxuan's arm away, blushed, didn't say a word, and walked away quickly.

Timulan was a special presence among the Yehron tribe.

Tiehe Timur had only one wife, Suna, which was extremely rare among the Hu tribe.

The Hu practiced polygamy, and most tribal leaders had multiple wives and were often proud of the number of wives they had.

The Hu people were sparsely populated, the tribes were constantly fighting, and a large number of men died in the war, resulting in a situation where there were more women than men. Polygamy is a helpless move to achieve an increase in the population of the tribe, and the early marriage of the Hu people is nothing more than the need for reproduction.

Timulan had two elder brothers, the eldest brother Tiehe Haidu and the second brother Tiehe Haishi. However, the two elder brothers seemed to be extremely afraid of Timuran, after all, there was only one sister, and Timur Timur doted on her very much.

Lei Shaoxuan once saw that Tiehe Haidu was beaten by Tiehe Timur for a long time because of his confrontation with Timuran, which is probably why his brother is afraid of Timuran.

The Yehron tribe is an ancient tribe that once flourished, but gradually declined due to years of war. Now that the population is relatively small and unable to conquer foreign countries, the surrounding tribes are constantly thinking of conquering and annexing the Yehron tribe. However, Timulan has the identity of a princess, and the annexation of the Yehron tribe undoubtedly directly challenges the Great Khan, which is not tolerated by the Great Khan.

Relying on the identity of Timuran, the Yehron tribe avoided being annexed by others, and Timulan is undoubtedly the foundation of the Yehron tribe, and its natural status is respected.

The natural conditions of the grassland are harsh, the tribe is short of materials, and the Tianxiang Pavilion is very profitable, so Timulan often subsidizes the tribe's food and helps the tribe survive the famine in disaster years again and again, and Timulan has also won the support of the tribe.

In the tribe, Timulan spoke more effectively than Timur, but it was Timulan who was a special existence in the tribe, which also caused Timulan to never find a suitable marriage partner.

Timuran's eyes are higher than the top, and no one can enter her eyes, except for Timulan herself, no one can be the lord of Timuran.

As a result, Timulan's marriage was delayed, no wonder Suna was very excited when she saw Timulan leading Lei Shaoxuan.

As night falls, bonfires are lit and the tribe hosts ceremonies by the river to welcome guests from afar.

jousting, wrestling, horseback riding, sheep grabbing...... Activities that can embody the heroism of men can be seen tonight.

Abdul Qinri represents the Great Khan, and Tuoba Ye represents the lord of Lucheng, both of whom are very noble, so several nearby tribal leaders are invited to participate in the carnival together, and the open ground outside the tribal station has set up a tent to make the tribal camp more lively.

The night gradually darkened, and Abdul Qinri, Tuobaya, Tiehe Timur, Timuran, and Borchon ...... The main figures of the tribe, standing together, watched a shaman preside over the ceremony.

The shaman holds a wooden sword, a ring of brightly colored feathers on his head, and his face is painted with mysterious patterns in red, black, and white, singing mysterious nonsense, and walking around a platform made of wood.

Suddenly, the shaman shouted, and the wooden sword in his hand actually shot out a fire and sprayed towards the altar, and in the blink of an eye, a raging fire ignited.

The tribal crowd cheered and the event began.

The campfires in the camp were lit, and Borchon seemed to itch and feel uncomfortable, and his eyes kept looking around, but Timulan glared, and Borchon shrank back like a mouse seeing a cat.

Lei Shaoxuan smiled secretly in his heart, Borxiong saw activities such as drinking and martial arts competitions, where could he still hold it?

In the distance, the game has begun, and here the shaman is still chanting words and presiding over rituals such as wishing the tribe prosperity. It was easy to wait until the shaman had finished the ritual, Timulan nodded, Borchon turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Lei Shaoxuan wandered aimlessly, and the people he knew well had already run away excitedly to participate in the tribal carnival with his friends.

After all, he came from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he had an instinctive resistance to tribal life, and this was a foreign country rather than his hometown, and he was an outsider to him.

Borchon would go to knife competitions, wrestling, and sometimes he was invited by a tribe to participate in sheep grabbing.

With each victory, Borchon was surrounded by a group of girls who had been waiting there for a long time. This is a tradition of the Hu people, and the victor is often invited by the girl who admires him to enter a certain tent.

However, Lei Shaoxuan found that Borchon seemed to be more interested in being in the limelight, constantly rejecting the girl, and kept participating in the next event, which satisfied Borxiong's vanity and fame quickly spread among the tribe.

The unconvinced tribal men were all proud to challenge Borxiong, and Lei Shaoxuan found that even Haidu and Haishi chased Borxiong to challenge.

From time to time, Borchon showed contempt, which made the men of the tribe even angrier.

Lei Shaoxuan felt funny, Bolxiong was the master of hatred wherever he went, but Bolxiong seemed to look at Lei Shaoxuan differently, and his attitude of inviting Lei Shaoxuan to compete was modest and resolute, but he was rejected by Lei Shaoxuan's more resolute attitude.

After wandering around a few event venues at random, Lei Shaoxuan felt more and more lonely.

Lei Shaoxuan walked boredly, occasionally inquiring about Ah Xiang and Timuran news, but was mysteriously told that Ah Xiang and his lover went to the tent. Timuran is the same as always, there is only one place to go back to the tribe - Suna's tent, and she will only accompany her mother.

Lei Shaoxuan thought about his thoughts, feeling like a lone wolf, out of place with the atmosphere here, so he walked aimlessly, gradually leaving the carnival and lively crowd, and came to the river on the outskirts of the silent tribe.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled all over the earth, and the water surface is like a mirror, like a winding jade belt, across the grassland.

The silence of the night, the sound of laughter, the light of fire, the excitement of people...... Everything has nothing to do with Lei Shaoxuan.

The gentle wave crashing sound of the river, the crickets, and the frogs merged with Lei Shaoxuan's heart, and they couldn't tell each other.

Lying down on the soft grass, Lei Shaoxuan closed his eyes.

He suddenly thought of his mother and sister, and couldn't help shedding tears; he thought of Hu Youde's vicious scar face, which looked so honest and stocky at the moment; Luo Hao, that cunning and slightly flattering face, oh, now I guess I'm going to hug the thigh of the death row camp. Luo Hao can always use that cunning and humble smile to find his foothold in various complex environments, and suddenly, an anxious face appeared in Lei Shaoxuan's mind - fat aunt.

Lei Shaoxuan couldn't help but open his eyes.

It's been two or three years since I left the death row camp in the blink of an eye, I don't know how they're doing? How are the two masters doing? Yuan Wenbo and Zhang Qing are probably worried about their daughter to death, but no matter how worried Yuan Wenbo is, he will always look unhurried and moody, but Zhang Qing is in a hurry to sit and lie restless, right?

Lei Shaoxuan was full of emotions and looked into the distance.

Under the moonlight, the distance is confused, the black and dark mountains in the distance are like recklessness, the moonlight covers the grassland like silk, and the grassland is slightly white like water.

Emptying everything, Lei Shaoxuan involuntarily recited the "Dacheng Maha Bright Prajna Sutra".

Lei Shaoxuan closed his eyes and sang the scriptures, and the Sanskrit sound was curling, and it spread to the surrounding area.

Everywhere the sound went, everything gradually fell silent, and the river not far from Lei Shaoxuan was unconsciously crowded with all kinds of fish, all floating their heads and quietly stopping on the water.

Lei Shaoxuan's thoughts seemed to stop, his eyes closed, but he could feel that everything around him was still in his mind.

The ants under their feet did not move, and the crickets lying in the cracks of the stones did not move, and stopped crying, like statues, and the nameless little flowers bloomed slowly but firmly.

Lei Shaoxuan could see the wind blowing slightly, the moonlight shining on his body, the lines of his clothes were clearly visible, and even Lei Shaoxuan saw a dragonfly parked behind him...... Everything is so clear, so vivid, like a dream.

Lei Shaoxuan was startled and opened his eyes.

Everything came alive again. The crickets made a "fruit" cry again, the river churned, the fish dispersed, and the frogs sounded...... This is not a dream.

Lei Shaoxuan was a little surprised. Since cultivating the Diamond Sutra, I have gradually been able to perceive things within the range of my surroundings, but my feelings are blurry and cannot be compared with what my eyes observe.

Today, I perceive more clearly than I see.

Lei Shaoxuan realized that his perception had improved a lot, which couldn't help but surprise him and make him a little scared.

Just now, all the little animals seemed to have stopped moving, as if they were listening to their own lectures, could they have succeeded in practicing Buddhist scriptures? Wouldn't they really become a monk?

"Dacheng Wisdom and Infinite Prajra Sutra" allows you to calm your mind and concentrate your mind, perseverance is like iron, which is the basis of will perception, but "Dacheng Maha Bright Prajna Sutra" is more like a guiding light, not letting yourself fall into sinking, so that the perception is clearer and purer.

Perceiving this ability, which is unique in the forward battalion, will greatly enhance his combat effectiveness, and basically he will not be afraid of being injured by hidden arrows or being attacked by someone. With Lei Shaoxuan's ability to fight head-on, Lei Shaoxuan has always been extremely confident.

Since cultivating the Diamond Sutra, Lei Shaoxuan felt that his heart was clear, his will was firm, and he rarely had nightmares. The cruel scene on the battlefield gradually became indifferent, as if everything was like a dream, and Li Hui often felt that Lei Shaoxuan was a little too cold.

Lei Shaoxuan closed his eyes again and silently recited "Dacheng Wisdom Unphased Prajra Sutra" over and over again.

Unknowingly, Lei Shaoxuan fell asleep by the river.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on Lei Shaoxuan, sprinkled on the earth, all things are integrated under the moonlight, and it is impossible to distinguish the river, frogs, crickets, small flowers, grass, stones......

Lei Shaoxuan's mind couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an illusion.