The girl came very fast, and in an instant she had rushed into the wolves, the arrows were like meteors, the bow was like a thunderbolt, and the surrounding snow wolves were pierced through the ground one by one before they could jump.

Xu Xuan had never seen such a precise and fast archery, and he was dazzled and enthusiastic. Just as she was about to cheer, she suddenly saw a snow wolf rushing towards the back of her neck, and her heart froze, and she shouted: "Be careful, ......" Before the words fell, she had turned around and shot the snow wolf into the air with an arrow.

Then there was a "boom" sound, arrows danced wildly, and an agitated roar sounded in the south, and dozens of horsemen rushed towards them. The wolves were in chaos and fled northward, disappearing into the vast wind and snow in a blink of an eye, leaving only nearly a hundred corpses.

The dozens of people galloped and shot arrows, until the wolf howl gradually faded away, and then they ran back from the wind and snow, and they all roared and reined in their horses, looked at Xu Xuan suspiciously, and then looked at the giant tiger that had been stripped of their fur, and the wolf corpses that were killed by him everywhere, as if they couldn't believe that he had done all this alone.

Xu Xuan's heart sank, these people were all dressed in white clothes and fur, braided hair and shoulders drooping, and their faces were full of fierce and brave colors, there was no doubt that they were the Tartars of the Jin Kingdom.

He admired Yue Fei since he was a child, and heard many tragic stories of the Tartars of the Jin Kingdom slaughtering the city and killing people, and hated the Tartars to the core; But the true aunt who loves him the most is the Jurchen tribe, and she has heard her say a lot of old things about Liaodong since she was a child, and it is really difficult to hate the brave and fearless Jurchen Orions in her mouth.

Most of the furs worn by these people in front of them were made of the fur of wolves, foxes, cows, pigs and other animals, and they were wearing burlap clothes, and the leather boots under their feet were also polished and white.

The leader seemed to be a white-bearded old man, wearing fox felt, and a twisted scar on his forehead, snaked obliquely from the corner of his left eyebrow to his right ear, as if he had been caught by a fierce beast, making his originally clear face become indescribably vicious. Squinting his eyes, he looked Xu Xuan up and down, and said a series of words in a low voice, as if he was asking him

Although Xu Xuan had learned some of the simplest Jurchen words from Aunt Zhen, he couldn't understand a single word when they were connected at this time, so he had to shake his head.

Suddenly, there was another scream in the air, and the snow-white falcon circled and rushed down on the girl's left arm. The girl gently touched its feathers, rode her horse to the old man's side, pointed at Xu Xuan, and then pointed to the tiger corpses and wolf corpses on the snow, and muttered a few words, and everyone was suddenly shocked.

The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with white fur, long oblique eyebrows, thin lips, heroic posture, and speaking like jade beads, quite pleasant. The falcon on the left arm looked left and right, looking at itself and looking very heroic.

Xu Xuan's heart moved, and he blurted out: "Xiongkulu"

This white eagle is thought to be the rarest "Haidongqing" in Liaodong, and the Jurchen language is "Xiongkulu". This bird is known as the "God of Ten Thousand Eagles", and the Jurchens worship it as "the messenger of God". Haidong is brave and brave, it is extremely difficult to tame the liver, and there is a proverb in Liaodong that "nine deaths and one life, it is rare to have a divine eagle".

It is said that the Tianzuo Emperor of the Liao State was forced to pay tribute to Haidongqing every year, and the demand was excessive, which finally aroused the anger and resistance of the Jurchens, which led to the collapse of the Great Liao. Hai Dongqing is precious to white, and the pure white snow on the girl's arm is even more unseen.

Hearing him suddenly say such a Jurchen sentence, everyone was surprised, the girl's eyes stared at him with shining eyes, and she said a series of words, seeing that he was at a loss, and asked in extremely stiff Chinese: "Your name is Kulu,?" ”

Xu Xuan smiled dumbly, only to realize that the old man was asking about his origin, and immediately shook his head, pointed to the divine eagle on her arm, and said, "Your male Kuru is so good-looking." "I wanted to tell my identity, but considering that Song and Jin had been fighting for many years and had a deep enmity, although these people saved themselves from the wolf's claws, they might immediately turn their faces and shoot him, or they could be perfunctory.

The girl smiled and was quite happy. The old man looked quite vigilant, and asked in stiff Chinese, "Are you from the south?" Why are you here? ”

Xu Xuandao: "I am a pharmacist in the Great Song Dynasty, I went to Liaodong with my uncle to pick ginseng and buy deer antlers, I got lost in the mountains and forests yesterday, and I met a tiger, and accidentally fell off the cliff and broke my legs. Fortunately, there is no endless road to meet you......" His thoughts turned sharply, and he applied his father's experience to himself back then, but he also said it tightly.

Every year, many pharmacists from the Great Song Dynasty go to Liaodong to collect medicines, and the Jurchens have seen a lot. The old man's expression softened slightly, and then he pointed to the giant tiger and said, "You killed this tiger?" ”

Xu Xuanfangfu nodded, and everyone shouted again, their faces full of surprise and admiration. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, mixed with joy and sorrow, and she suddenly jumped off her horse and kowtowed three times to him respectfully.

Xu Xuan was taken aback, and the old man suddenly jumped off his horse, raised a long staff made of white bone, and shouted: "Xiongkulu" All the Jurchen Orions also ripped open their clothes, beat their chests and shouted: "Xiongkuru Xiongkuru Xiongkuru"

The old man handed the bone staff to him, muttered a large series of Jurchen words with a serious expression, and then said it briefly in stiff Chinese, Xu Xuan understood the ins and outs.

Originally, this was the Luo wilderness north of Liaodong and close to the North Sea, and most of these hunters were Jurchens, but also some Khitans, Bohai people and Xi people, who did not want to move south with the Jurchen tribes, nor did they want to be conscripted to fight, so they migrated north to this cold and barren land to hunt for a living.

The old man's name is Yan Alejin, who is the patriarch elected by everyone; The girl's name is Yan Sulige, and she is his granddaughter. The bone staff in his hand was the leg bone of his son Wanyan Kuli. Wanyan Kuli is brave and good at fighting, unparalleled in the world in archery, and even better at using long knives, and is respected by the hunters as "Xiongkulu" and "Eagle of the Luo Wilderness".

Three years ago, there were two white tigers suddenly appeared here, one female and one male, extremely fierce, the hunters repeatedly encircled and suppressed, not only failed to shoot, but were bitten to death by more than 20 people, and even the village was attacked by the two white tigers, and suffered heavy casualties.

Wanyan Kuli led seven people to chase and kill the two tigers, and finally shot all the arrows, fought alone, and slashed into the top of the male tiger's head, but his strength was exhausted, and he fell short, but the furious beast was swallowed alive, leaving only a broken leg.

In order to avenge his son, Wanyan Alejin made his leg bones into bone canes, and led his people to hunt the two tigers around, but he never returned in vain. Until today, they followed Hai Dongqing's cry and chased all the way here, only to find that the fierce beast that had swallowed Yan Kuli alive had been killed by this strange young man and stripped off the tiger skin, and the shock and joy in their hearts can be imagined.

What shocked them even more was that the young man's legs were crippled and he was covered in wounds, and with only a pair of fleshy palms and a dagger, he was able to slaughter the wolves and beat the white tiger to death and injury. Excited, they all transferred the nickname "Xiongkulu" owned by Wanyan Kuli to him.

Seeing Xu Xuan take the bone staff, everyone cheered again, and then jumped off the horse, pulled out the arrows on the wolves one by one, threw the ropes, tied the white tiger and the wolf corpse into more than a dozen piles, dragged them behind the horse, and galloped south with cheers.

Wanyan Sulige and Xu Xuan rode a horse and ran at the end. Hai Dongqing screamed high, sometimes leading the way in front of him, sometimes flying back to the hostess's left arm, tilting his head and looking at Xu Xuan, as if he was quite curious about this young man with the same name as himself.

The sky and the earth are vast, the night is dark, Xu Xuan hugged her thin waist tightly from behind, the wind and snow were howling, her hair was blowing on her face, and she was in a trance as if she had had a big dream. Until this moment, it is still difficult to believe that he will be saved by the Jurchens and be regarded as a hero by them.

Not long after, everyone cheered, and dozens of faint red lights loomed at the foot of the white mountain in front of them. Listening to the barking of dogs, dozens of hounds galloped out of the wind and snow, and from time to time they jumped with joy. Then there was a gurgling and whistling sound everywhere. Finally arrived at the Jurchen village.

It is said to be a village, but in fact it is just dozens of extremely simple wooden houses, built on the mountain, and the houses face east. The courtyard was surrounded by a low wooden fence, and the house was no more than seven or eight feet high, with no tiles on the roof, only covered with planks, grass, and bark, and a thick accumulation of snow and ice.

Hearing the cries, many women and children rushed out and stood outside the courtyard waving to greet them. Seeing that everyone had returned these many wolf corpses, they were all overjoyed.

I don't know which sharp-eyed person saw the skinned white tiger corpse, and the crowd suddenly burst into an exclamation, and then listened to those hunters chattering, and seemed to know that Xu Xuan single-handedly fought the tiger and slaughtered the wolf.

Xu Xuan bumped all the way, the bones were about to disperse, the pain was unbearable, he couldn't see the figure in the wind and snow clearly, and he was even more powerless to reply, just smiled and waved his hand groggily, and nodded in greeting. After entering the courtyard, someone had already come forward to help him dismount and enter the house to rest.

Lift the thick cotton curtain, the warm breeze blows on the face, and the spirit is lifted. The room where Wanyan Sulige's grandson lived was the most spacious, surrounded by a fire kang on all sides. He sat cross-legged on the kang and shivered a few times, only to feel the heat penetrate into his waist and legs, straight to the top of his head, and the warmth was extremely comfortable.

The figures in front of him swayed, and the laughter was full of unfamiliar faces and incomprehensible Jurchen language. The villagers admired him very much, and they were even more surprised to see that he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with disabled legs.

From time to time, the children curiously squeezed forward, touched his hands, touched his legs, as if they wanted to share some blessings and heroism. The girls blushed, whispered.

Suddenly, someone shouted, the crowd separated, and Wanyan Sulige walked over with a smile on her face, pointed at Xu Xuan, and said a few words. The white-furred woman smiled slightly, and said in a pleasant Da Song official dialect: "This son, thank you very much." ”

The light flickered, reflecting her face. Xu Xuan's brain "buzzed", and in an instant, he was like being struck by thunder, tears burst into his eyes, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Aunt Zhen"