The hat was removed, and the man opened the curtain and walked inside. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info took off the heavy sword on his back at will, rested it on the edge of the low table, poured a pot of tea for himself, and drank it carefully.

"The young man is strong and powerful, and he walks in all directions with a sword. Qingxun, I'm back. ”

Li Ziqian turned around, looked down at the man on the side of the low table with a smile, and the ink ruler was pulled out by him, and the cold was scorching light.

"The world's best sword, the only one. Qing Xun drank the water from the teacup, stood up, his eyes moved on the ink ruler, and his tone was full of remembrance, "That man is like this heavy sword, I still remember." ”

Li Ziqian didn't speak, he looked at Qing Xun's sinking gaze. He just stretched out his hand towards the other party, spread it out, and flexed his fingers.

"Welcome back, the Heroes are still the same. Establish a heart for the world and a life for the people. Qing Xun stared at Li Ziqian's eyes, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, the bitterness spread like a smile, and he stretched out his hand and shook Li Ziqian's hand heavily, "I know you'll come back, Alliance Leader!"

"Alliance leader?"

When Li Ziqian heard Qing Xun say these two words, his pupils shrank, and then there was a mist on his eyeballs, and the hand he was holding with the other party also trembled.

"The chivalrous alliance is still the same, the people of the world do the world's affairs!" his voice trembled, Li Ziqian tried to suppress his trembling hands, and slowly spoke, "I'm back, and I'm back from the ruins with an ink ruler." ”

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【Lu State.Red Horizontal Plains Border】

At Peng Chu's suggestion, Xiang Yiming proposed to King Lu the idea of going to the Pudan grassland to rescue.

The king, dressed in pale golden robes, granted his request and personally watched him detour from the rear of the Red Plains to the Pudan grassland.

Thousands of black dots flowed on the grassy plain, and Xiang Yiming rushed towards the grassland with a sword.

Half a month later.

The withered grass becomes, the colder the wind. Autumn on the Pudan grassland gradually leaves a large white cold crystal in the morning light.

In the richest part of the Pudan grassland, the silver felt curtain is opened, and through the gap you can see the soldiers walking around outside the curtain, and the horses and lambs on the grassland.

Zadar's hand loosened, and the curtain fell. He turned to look at a mountain ghost clan member standing respectfully behind him, "Qiyan Zal, are you leaving?"

Zar bowed his head and did not answer Zadar's words. Originally, they planned to flee from the Xuan Kingdom to Danyang in the Qin State, but Zadar invited them to this Pudan grassland with the former affection of the two tribes.

There was a long silence in the tent, and the oppressive atmosphere made the breathing of both of them audible.

"Dajun, I heard that the Xuanguo has been destroyed, and Xuanliu and they are homesick. ”

After a while, the silent Zar spoke, with a little helplessness in his tone, "They are my people, and I don't want them to chill." ”

When Zadar heard Zhal's words, he looked at the man standing in front of him, took a step forward, and patted Zhal's arm armor with his thick hand, "Zal, are you willing to go back?"

Zar avoided Zadar's gaze, he tilted his head, his burly body looking a little cramped.

"Zhar, I've always considered you a brother. Zadar sighed, put his hand down, and walked straight to the chair in the center of the tent, resting his hand on the handle, rubbing it gently, "Zal, sometimes I think..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zadar closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His mind conjured up of his forehead and nar, Suzhna, the woman and the child who had been killed by his own arrow.

Zal turned to look at Zadar's back, and he brushed the messy hair from his forehead, waiting for the other man to finish his unfinished words.

After a while, Zadar's closed eyes slowly opened, and there were tiny bloodshot streaks on his eyeballs, "Zal, have a drink with me." ”

"Okay." Zal nodded, he pulled back the felt curtain and headed outside. After a few moments, he returned again, holding a few jars of liquor from the Pudan grassland, and two pots with a round belly and thick noodles.

The aroma of wild chrysanthemum-like wine wafts in, and at the same time, it smells a little fragrant and a little intoxicating. The wine on the Pudan grassland has a reputation as the "strange soul" on the mainland. The shepherds of the grasslands add flowers and plants from the fields to it, and in late autumn they steam out the fermented coarse wine, which the herders rely on to survive a long winter.

Zar placed the pot on the ground, and as he crossed his legs, he poured the wine into the jar and glanced up at Zadar as he walked by.

"We prairie men don't use jars for drinking, that's reserved for women. Zadar smiled, and lay on the ground very casually, holding a jar of wine in his arms, and took a sip with his head up.

When Zar heard Zadar's words, he smiled. While drinking, he said casually with a reminiscence: "In our place, women sit by the campfire and drink with the same altar as men. ”

As he said this, Zal's face turned red. In that ethereal memory, there is a girl who can sing and dance.

"Really?" Zadar laughed as if Zar's tone had made him much more amused, "I remember the first time I saw Surina, she was dancing around the campfire. ”

In a melancholy tone, Zal turned his head to look at the other party. The wine jar in his arms and the other party's gentle knock down, and drank again.

"This wine is a little bitter. Zadar raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe the millet from last year's sake brewing was moldy. Zar followed Zadar's words, the tip of his tongue licking the wine on his lips greedily, "What did you want to say when I went out to get the wine just now?"

After a moment's hesitation, Zar touched his sharp horns and asked slowly towards Zadar.

"Oh." Zadar shook his head, his face flushed, and he looked a little drunk, "I said that sometimes I would like to share my victories with you. ”

"Me?" Zal was a little stunned, and then reacted for a moment, got up top-heavy, spat out the smell of wine, and slammed his right hand into a fist on the armor of the iron armor, making a dull sound, "Zal is willing to share the victory with the Maharaja and be an eternal friend." ”

"Hah.... Ha ....."

Hearing Zhal's words, Zadar laughed heartily out loud. He reached out and patted Zal's ankle, his gaze sinking again, "Zal, my brother, can you do it now. Don't go?"

Zadar hesitated a little, and then he took another heavy sip of wine.

The forces of the Pudan grassland and the army of Shang evil have been deadlocked for a long time, and now he is the time to employ people, but the wolves of the grassland are already old, and the decades-long vassals have made the men of the grassland not bloody.

Zar was silent for a moment, and then he heard Zadar humming an unknown madrigal, as if the song was being pulled out of the other's throat little by little.