There is no boundary.

The hills rise abruptly from the dense forest, isolated and abrupt, and the wind-blown caps can be seen miles away.

The rangers all said that the savages called this peak the Ancestral Fist Peak. It stood like a fist from the ground and the trees, and the bare brown slopes were littered with rocks.

The road up the mountain is steep and rugged, with a chest wall of rocks surrounding the summit. People had to make a long circle to the west to find a gap for horses.

"The terrain here is good," announced Lord Yan Beixing after reaching the top, "and we can't find a better place than this, so we are camping and waiting for the people." ”

"It's easy to defend when necessary. Bu Yangying rode his horse around the high wall and pointed out that the sable cape was stirring in the wind.

"That's right, this place does. The key is to solve the problem of water. Yan Beixing said.

"At the foot of the hill, we just waded through a small stream. ”

Yan Beixing nodded, and the order was given, and the guardian brothers quickly set up tents behind the stone walls of the ancestors' buildings. Black tents have sprung up, blankets and blankets covering the bare ground. The officers lined up the horses in long queues and fed them fodder and water.

Many brothers went to the forest with axes to cut wood for the night. A group of craftsmen set out to clear the ground, dig ditches, and take the stakes that were tied and hardened with fire. "Before dark, be sure to dig trenches and erect piles in every opening in the ring wall. Yan Beixing ordered.

After the camp was set up, Bu Yangying finished handling many affairs, and went down the mountain to find Bai Shan. The snow wolf immediately responded to his summons, and rushed out silently: one moment Bu Yangying was alone, striding through the woods, stepping on pine cones and fallen leaves, whistling and shouting, and the next moment the great white wolf was already wandering beside him, as pale as a morning mist.

But when he reached the periphery of the ring fort, White Flash refused to advance. It cautiously ran forward to sniff the crevices in the rocks, then hurriedly backed away, as if it didn't like the smell of the place.

Bu Yangying grabbed it by the back of the neck, intending to hard, dragging it into the ring wall, which was not easy—the snow wolf was heavier than him, and undoubtedly far stronger than him.

"Bai Shan, what's wrong with you?" Bu Yangying was puzzled and had to give up, in his impression, the snow wolf had never been so stubborn. "Whatever you want," he told the wolf. "Go, hunt. ”

Bu Yangying walked back through the mossy stone wall, Bai Shan's red eyes staring at him all the time.

The inside of the wall should be safe. The hillside is steep on both sides of the north and west, but slightly soothing in the east.

Despite this, as the twilight gradually sank and the darkness gradually penetrated into the empty space of the forest, the anxiety in Bu Yangying's heart spontaneously appeared.

This is uncharted territory, he told himself, maybe there are ghosts here, and the ghosts of the ancestors linger here. After all, this was their territory.

Bu Yangying climbed a rocky hillside and looked at the setting sun. The golden river meanders to the south, with a faint light on the surface of the river, and the setting sun shines like flowing golden water.

The mountains in the upper reaches of the river are more rugged, and the dense forests are gone, replaced by a series of bare stone hills that rise unbridled and stretch north and south.

On the distant horizon, the mountains were like majestic shadows, one after another, until they became gray and blurred.

The jagged peaks are covered with snow all year round, and even though they are shaky, they are still so large, cold, lonely and desolate.

When you look closer, you'll see a world of trees. To the south and east, as far as the eye can see, is a vast, intertwined forest, casting thousands of dark green shadows, interspersed with a few reds, from exotic maple trees like maple leaves in the snow, and occasionally yellow with a few broadleaf tobacco plants that are beginning to ripen.

The wind blew, and Bu Yangying heard the moaning and sighing of the branches and leaves far older than him. Thousands of leaves dance collectively, and for a moment, the forest seems to turn into a deep green ocean, and the storm flows, without resting, and it is difficult to guess the same heaven and earth.

How could Bai Shen like to be alone in such a place? Bu Yangying thought to himself, in this sea of forests, anything that moved, even if it was rushing towards the ring fort, there was no way to get a glimpse of it.

How do we prepare for the unexpected? He stood still for a long time, until the sun disappeared over the jagged mountains, and the shadows crept into the forest.

"Brother Shadow?" Nalan Invincible shouted, "It's really you, are you okay?"

"Good. Bu Yangying jumped off the rock, "What about you?"

"Yes, I think it's good, really. ”

Bu Yangying was not prepared to bother his friends with his worries, especially in the face of Nalan Invincible, who had just begun to find his courage. "Lord Yan Beixing intends to wait here for the king of the outside world. ”

"This seems to be a fortified place," said Invincible, "the Ring Fortress of the Ancestors, do you think there have been battles here before?"

"I'm sure I did, but it's so long ago that our ancestors weren't even born. ”

"Then will we fight here?" asked Nalan Invincible suddenly worriedly.

Bu Yangying patted him on the shoulder with his palm, and they returned to camp side by side. The surrounding camps were furious and on fire.

Overhead, the stars also came out, and they were as close as if they could be plucked off with their hands.

When Bu Yangying entered the tent of the adults in the north of the Yan, he was discussing military affairs with several high-ranking generals in the penal colony. "You're here," said the old man in a rough voice, "and if it's all right, bring us some hot wine." It's freezing tonight. ”

"Yes, sir. So he made a bonfire and asked the man in charge of the supply for the altar wine.

As he worked, he listened to the conversation in the account.

"Well, I'm not going to venture into the unknown forest unless I have to. Yan Beixing said, "Savages, like us, can't live on rocks and snow. No matter how many people they gathered, they would soon emerge from the mountains, and the only way to go down the river was to follow the river. In this way, we are here to choke the point. They can't get around us. ”

"I'm afraid they didn't plan to get around it at all. They have thousands of people, but what about us? Even if we find General Su Dingfang and his men and horses now, it will only be three hundred. Infantry commander Han Jianshi said.

"Even if you want to fight, you can't find a better terrain than here. "So we had to step up our preparations, set up nails and pits, and cover the hillside with thistles, and every crack had to be repaired." Wang Wanli, I need to rely on your keen observation, take your people, and set up a guard near the camp and on both sides of the riverbank, let them hide in the trees, and report as soon as they find an unknown object approaching. Coming back to water, we must reserve much more water than we currently need. I ordered that the cistern be excavated at once. Heavy labor may displease the brothers at the moment, but in the end it will be a matter of life for us. ”

Several high-ranking generals were ordered to leave.

In the tent, there were only two people left, Yan Beixing, drinking and raising shadows.

"How should we find Su Dingfang?" Yan Beixing asked as he looked at Bu Yangying.

"It's not my turn to speak, my lord. Bu Yangying said.

"What if I ask you seriously?"

"If we only move within sight here, I don't think we can find General Su. ”

"They can't find it, let alone two hundred, even if we have ten thousand, this land is too vast. Lord Yan Beixing said.

"You won't give up searching. ”

"Uncle Hai said that you are a smart person, you came to tell me what to do?" Yan Beixing asked.

He drove Bu Yangying to a dead end. "This ...... I think it's much easier for one person to find two hundred people than for two hundred people. ”

Yan Beixing smiled, "The traces left by our group can even be seen by stupid bears. And at the top of this hill, the light of our campfire was as far as the eye could see. If General Su is still alive and can move freely, he will definitely come over, I bet. ”

"Yes," Bu Yangying said, "but ...... If ......"

"What if he dies?" Yan Beixing asked, his voice still kind.

Bu Yangying nodded.

"He may come back in another way," Yan Beixing said, "just like Ma Tie, like Yue Hai." We must acknowledge this possibility. He covered a sudden yawn with the back of his hand. "I'd better get some rest, remember, call me as soon as the morning breaks. ”

Bu Yangying said goodbye to him and walked out of the tent.

The chill hit, and the wind blew strongly.

It seems that by early morning, heavy snow will cover the land and the tent ropes will freeze and stiffen.

There was still a little cooking wine left at the bottom of the pot, and Bu Yangying added new wood to the fire and reheated the kettle.

He warmed his fingers as he waited, opening and closing until the meridians were slightly relaxed. Around the camp, the brothers who were on duty at night had already taken up their posts.

The torch swayed along the ring wall. It was a moonless night, with only a thousand stars hanging overhead.

There was a howl in the darkness, faint and distant, but certainly - it was the howl of a pack of wolves. Their voices rose and fell, like a mournful and lonely ballad, and made his hairs stand on end. Across the campfire, in the shadows, a pair of red-eyed eyes stared at him, and they lit up like a pair of glittering gems.

"White Flash," Bu Yangying gasped in surprise, "Are you finally willing to come in, eh?" His white wolf usually patrols all night, and he thought it was impossible to see him again before dawn. "Can't catch anything here?" he asked, "come." Come to me, White Flash. ”

The snow wolf circled around the fire, sniffing the shadows and sniffing the wind, and it was not quiet.

It doesn't look like it's just been a full meal.

When the dead man began to walk, the first thing he noticed was White Flash, who woke me up and warned me. He suddenly stood up vigilantly. "Is there something out there?" White Flash, what do you smell?" said the black-bearded fat man, who said it smelled cold.

The snow wolf jumped away, stopped, and looked back at him.

He asked me to go with him, so he pulled up the hood of his cloak, left the camp, left the warm campfire, walked through the neatly arranged coarse plough horses, and walked out.

As White Flash passed, a horse neighed nervously, and Bu Yangying stopped to touch its nose and said a few reassuring words.

The closer they got to the ring wall, the more distinctly he could hear the wind howling through the cracks in the stones. Someone in front of him interrogated, and Bu Yangying walked into the firelight. "I'm going to fetch water for Lord Yan Beixing. ”

"Okay, you go," said the guard, "but hurry up." The man curled up in his black cloak, his hood pulled up to fight the cold wind, and Bu Yangying could not see his face, only that he looked like a barrel standing still.

Bu Yangying squeezed between the two spikes, and White Flash pierced through below.

A flaming torch was stuck in the crack of the wall, and the wind swept it, and it flew with it, glowing white and orange. Bu Yangying burrowed sideways through the passage between the walls and took it off with his hand.

Outside, Bai Shan immediately rushed down, and Bu Yangying slowly followed, letting the torch light the way down the mountain for himself. The uproar of the camp was annihilated behind him.

In the dark night, on rocky slopes, on treacherous mountain roads, if you are careless, you will break your knee...... Even the neck. What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself, choosing his path.

The forest was below, like warriors armed with crust and leaf, silently lining up, waiting for the order to storm the hills.

Their bodies were pitch black...... It was only when the firelight swept over the branches that Bu Yangying caught a glimpse of a few green shadows.

Faintly, he heard the sound of running water between the rocks. White Flash vanished from the bushes, and Bu Yangying struggled to keep up, listening intently to the call of the brook and the sigh of the leaves in the wind.

The branches kept grabbing his cloak, and the thick canopy above his head was dense and obscured by the stars.

White Flash ran to the stream and took a sip of water.

"White Flash," he called, "come to me, quickly." The snow wolf raised his head, his eyes were red, his eyes were fierce, and the clear water slipped from his teeth like coveting. In an instant, it was so terrifying and terrifying.

Then it ran away, running past Bu Yangying, and rushing deep into the forest.

"White Flash, wait, stop," he roared, but the wolf didn't react. The pale, slender form was hidden in the infinite darkness, and Bu Yangying had only two choices—either to climb the mountain and return alone, or to continue to follow.

Bu Yangying chose to follow, so he lowered his torch and walked forward indignantly, carefully watching for rocks that might trip over people, thick roots that might tie his feet, and holes that might break his knees.

With every few steps, he stopped to call out to White Flash, but the howl of the night wind through the dense forest drowned out everything. It was crazy, and the deeper he went into the forest, the more he thought so. When he was finally about to turn back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow in front of him, flashing to the right and running towards the hill. He hurriedly chased after him, and cursed breathlessly.

They ran about a quarter of a way around the foot of Fist Peak, until Bu Yangying lost the wolf again. Exhausted, he rested among the bushes, brambles, and gravel. Beyond the firelight, darkness approached him from all sides.

At this moment, a slight scratching sound caught his attention. The shadow of the step moved towards the place of sound, wandering cautiously among the stones and bushes. Finally, under a fallen tree, he finally found White Flash.

The snow wolf was frantically digging into the earth, scooping up clouds of dust.

"What did you find?" Bu Yangying lowered the torch and found that in front of him was a circular mound made of loose earth. A tomb, he thought, whose is it?

Bu Yangying knelt down and stuck the torch into the dirt ground beside him. The soil was soft and sandy, and Bu Yangying grabbed a handful, but there were no stones or roots in it.

Whatever is buried here, it will not be long. Digging two feet, his fingers have the touch of clothing. He thinks it's a corpse, he's afraid it's a corpse, but here's ...... There are other kinds of anomalies. He squeezed the fabric and felt something small, hard underneath that couldn't bend. There was no smell here, and there was no sign of corpse worms. White Flash stepped back, crouched down, and stared at him.

Bu Yangying peeled aside the loose soil and found a circular package, almost two feet in diameter. He stuck his fingers into the dirt and lifted them up with all his might, clanging as he dragged it. Could it be a treasure?" he thought to himself, but he couldn't feel the shape of the coin in his hand, and when he listened closely, the sound was not metallic.

A bundle of worn rope tightly tied the package. Bu Yangying took out the dagger, cut it open, and fumbled to shake the fabric open. The package rolled over, and the thing fell to the ground, flashing black.

Bu Yangying found a dozen knives, a large number of spear tips in the shape of leaves, and countless arrowheads. Bu Yangying picked up a knife, it was as light as a feather, shining black, and had no handle. The glow of the torch danced on the blade, a thin line of orange depicting a sharp edge.

Bu Yangying remembers that when he was in the North Underworld City, he heard Master Su Beihe talk about this kind of thing called obsidian.

Could it be that Bai Shan found the ancient cellar of the epic era and buried the relics here for thousands of years......?

Beneath the dragon spar is an ancient horn, made of horn and edged with bronze.

Bu Yangying slapped away the dust inside and outside the horn, and a string of arrows slid down. He let them fall, grabbed the corner of the package, and rubbed it with his fingers. It was fine wool, thick, double-layered, damp but not decaying. It can't be buried for long. It was dark at hand, and Bu Yangying picked up the wool and approached the torch. It's not dark, it's pitch black.

When he completely unfolded the wrapped fabric, Bu Yangying almost screamed.

It's not a fabric at all, and it's not a thousand-year-old relic.

This is the black cloak of the guardian brother who has sworn to serve and defend the Seven Kingdoms.

In this kind of ice and snow, Bu Yangying believes that the most important thing for people is the cloak to protect against the wind and cold.

Why did he bury his cloak here, and why did he wrap it around the hedrons?

What are these hedrons for?

And who is he, where is he, and how far can he go without a cloak?

These are like one incomprehensible mystery after another.

The shadows of the forest came silently, and Bu Yangying did not want to stay here for long. He wrapped the hedrons in his cloak and carried the modest weight back to the camp and back to his own tent.

White Flash still lingered beyond the stone wall, and Bu Yangying didn't force it.

Wait until you lie down in the tent and close your eyes.

In his sleep, he dreamed of the snow wolf.

The five wolves are one, and the four wolves remain, dividing the world and not contacting each other. He felt nothing but a deep emptiness and a tearing pain.

The forest is vast and cold, and they are so small, so lost. The snow wolf knew that his siblings were somewhere, but he couldn't smell the breath.

So the snow wolf sat down and howled into the dark night sky, and its cry echoed through the forest as a long, lonely sigh.

As the aftermath faded, the snow wolf pricked up his ears and waited for a reply.

The only response was a sigh of blowing snow.

In Bu Yangying's dream, the fate of his brothers and sisters is like that of a snow wolf.

The Buyang family is the family of wolves.