When it was still spring flowers and autumn moon in Jiangnan, it had already snowed heavily in West Kunlun.

The snow was one foot eight minutes thick, barely reaching an adult's knees, and it was difficult to walk an inch on the grassland.

This is the first heavy snow on the grassland this year, and the snowflakes are blown all over the sky by the whistling north wind, not the crystal clear fairy tale kingdom of the ice and snow world, but the blowing makes people unable to open their eyes, and their faces are like knives cutting the ground and cold.

Even the locals, at this time, will put on the heaviest fur clothes and try to trap themselves in tents, and no one will go out easily unless they have to.

The cattle and sheep were all enclosed in the fence, which was the location that the herders had long been looking for, and it was really difficult to find a shelter from the wind in such an empty grassland.

Fifteen-year-old Baksu put on a sheepskin coat, fastened it, and put his little wolf skin on the shoulders outside.

At the beginning of this year, Baksu hunted a wolf cub by himself, and this small shoulder of wolf skin was made of the wolf's skin, which for him not only represents the gift of adulthood, but also represents that he has truly become a man.

A man at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Every time he wears this little skack, Baksu feels extremely proud.

The thrilling hunting process kept repeating in his mind, for him, it was not only an honor, but also an encouragement, as if after slaughtering a wolf alone, what could make him fearful in this world was a great god.

Baksu tightened his shoulders and tucked the dagger into his boots. Listening to the almost harsh sound of the wind outside, he picked up the wine that had just been hot and poured a big sip.

The warm wine brought a slick of heat to his stomach, and Baksu bared his teeth and cracked his mouth from the smell of wine. With a wipe of his mouth, he gradually removed the blockade of the tent gate and walked out of the door.

In just one step, Baksu was almost knocked down by the howling north wind.

The wind was like a knife, slashing at his face again and again, and Baksu even felt that there must have been a lot of cuts on his face. Maybe they're all oozing blood right now!

I couldn't open my eyes at all, but I was blown by the wind and snow, and my tears were like squeezed goat's milk. Desperately going downstream, I can't stop it.

Fearing that such a wind would blow into the tent and blow on his seriously ill father, Baksu gritted his teeth. Turning around and fumbling to reseal the tent door. Just a few stones and a few layers of quilts back and forth, it had already made his hands freeze and stiff, and he almost lost consciousness.

"Phew! Bah! He spat at his hands and rubbed each other, trying to get rid of the chill as much as possible, but it didn't have much effect.

Hurriedly put his hands into his sleeves, Baksu bent his waist and defended against the wind, step after step. With difficulty, they walked towards the sheepfold behind the tent.

He was going to check the strength of the sheepfold, under such a snowstorm. No matter how strong the fence is, it will be blown crooked, and it will be up to him to repair it.

Of course, this is still the best-case scenario.

The snow had been going on for three days, and if the sheep froze to death, or if the sheepfold was blown open, there would be no hope for the whole family.

These things were originally the work of Baksu's father. But my father fell ill as soon as autumn this year, and he killed a wolf at the beginning of the year.

He was already the man of the family.

Baksu thought so, feeling the biting cold around him feel a little better.

It's so cold, no matter how many layers of clothes are passed on your body, you will be instantly pierced by such a wind and snow. All the cold is like drilling directly into the bones, numbing every muscle.

The wind and snow in front of me were blowing, more like a frost and fog, and it was difficult to see things five steps away.

It's just autumn, and the wind and snow are already so strong. I'm afraid this winter will be a difficult one......

Baksu gritted his teeth, almost dragging his legs step by step.

The thick layer of snow covered his knees, and every time he pulled his legs out of the snow, it took too much of his physical strength.

"Rouran." Baksu whispered the name of the deity, trying to open his eyes, trying to see the way forward.

In such a snowstorm, it is easy for people to get lost.

Five steps away, there was already a flying white, and when I looked back, the footprints that were still bottomless just now completely covered the vast white area of the city in a moment.

On such days, every trip is a challenge to life.

This is not a joke, Baksu has heard the old people of the clan say since he was a child that the man of Ann Lila's family died in a snowstorm. After the wind and snow stopped, people found her man's body five feet away from his tent.

The distance of a few steps is the distance between life and death.

"Rouran." Baksu prayed again and moved forward with difficulty.

"Bah-"

He was a lucky boy, and the cry of the lamb guided him in the right direction.

As a person who has grown up with cattle and sheep since childhood, Baksu heard that something was wrong, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace.

"Bah-"

The lamb was barking, and it was inaudible in such a snowstorm, and it looked very miserable.

Baksu was so anxious that he rushed forward two steps in a row, and the sight made him stiff.

In the sheepfold, the sheep huddle together and snuggle up to each other for warmth. Most of their bodies are already buried under the snow, which is actually a good thing, and it is warmer underneath.

However, on the outskirts of the flock, there were already a few sheep lying in the snow.

The little lamb let out a mournful cry, low and helpless, and trembled in bewilderment.

Its mother seems to be dead, and if it doesn't do anything else, it will die too.

One, two, three......

Baksu looked at the sheep lying in the snow, and felt distressed.

He looked back at his footprints that had been half buried by the wind and snow, looked at the tent that was only more than ten steps away, but now there was no trace at all, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

He's going to bring the rest of the sheep back to the tent!

Maybe you can only hold them one by one, but if you don't. Most of the sheep will freeze to death tonight.

If only the snow stopped! But this damn blizzard, where is there any sign of stopping!

"Rouran God! Please help me! Baksu chanted in a low voice, and stepped forward with difficulty. First picked up the lamb that was bleating, and then picked another small and light one, one on each side, and tried to walk towards the tent.

He was a child favored by the god Rouran, and he did not get lost in the wind and snow, and soon he found the door to the tent.

"Grandma. Three of the sheep froze to death, and I was afraid that they would not survive the to-night, so I prepared to take them all to the tent. ”

Just one stop there. The cool air on Baksu's body had already made his mother, who was wearing cotton clothes, feel excited.

"Nope! You're too young! Can't do this kind of thing! You stay in the tent honestly, I'll come! Ahem-" The father on the sickbed heard his words and quickly struggled to get up. But he coughed from a distance.

"Abba! I'm already a man. The god of Rouran gave me the strength to kill a wolf in the spring, and this is the hint that God Rouran gave me. I'm already the man in the family, and I always have to do something! Baksu's eyes were bright, brushing away the white snowflakes, revealing a face that was dark with a brownish red color of fortitude.

"The howling wind and snow don't have to be much inferior to the wolf's minions, you are the only son in the family, and the only bloodline in my Suchaharman. I cannot send it away in such a snowstorm interruption! "Although my father was seriously ill, he was still majestic.

Baksu licked his chapped lips. There is melted snow water there, and it is a sweet taste.

He held the saber on his waist and straightened his waist: "It is precisely because I am the bloodline of the Su Cha family that I should go through the test of wind and snow." This is the way God of Rouran gives me strength, is Abba going to take away my share of this power? ”

"Baksu, this is not a test for the Rouran God, there is already such a wind and snow in the autumn, this is the wrath of the Rouran God!" The mother looked at her son's appearance, proud and distressed.

"Grandma, even in the face of the wrath of the Rouran God, our Sucha family must continue to continue. If the god of Rouran had taken away all the flock, how would we survive this winter? Baksu's eyes were as black as ink, shining as brilliant as the stars on the prairie.

The father fell silent, knowing that his son was right.

"Nope! There will always be another way! The mother's legs went limp, and she fell to the ground and wept bitterly, "There will always be another way!" We can pray! Pray that the god of Rouran will stop this snowstorm! He will hear our prayers! ”

"There is only strength and blood, softness and tears in the eyes of the Rouran God, it is just dead grass without water, and it will have no effect except to turn it into fertilizer for next year." The father was silent for a moment, then spoke again.

He looked at his fifteen-year-old son, his gaze was tough and powerful, as if he wanted to pass on all his strength to him by looking at him.

"Baksu, you're right, you're already a man from the Sucha family, so naturally you have to go through the test of the Rouran God. Never weep like a woman, this is the first lesson that the god of tenderness will teach you as an adult. The father coughed twice, his face pale, "Go, my child." You are also a child of the Rouran God, and if you are not good enough, the Rouran God will naturally dissipate your soul. My child Baksu, what flows in you is not only the blood of the Su Cha family, but also the blood of the Rouran God! You have to become a mountain and keep the wind and snow out! Bring your spirits and let the veins of the gods boil! ”

Baksu nodded vigorously, stopped looking at his pleading mother, gulped down a leather bag of liquor, turned around, and stepped back into the snow.

"Rouran God! My Rouran God! Please save my Baksu! "The mother cried and grabbed the ground, knelt down and bowed down again and again.

On the high mountain not far away, someone watched this scene with expressionless faces.

"Lord, this year's snow has been a bit heavier. Thousands of mountains and snow, do you want to take care of it? ”

Behind him, someone asked.

The person asked stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed his eyebrows, and the voice he made was indifferent to something that had never been seen in the world.

"What does it have to do with me?"

He said. (To be continued......)