The north wind howls and sweeps through thousands of miles of snowfields and mountains.

In the endless wilderness beyond the majestic pass, the snow has not melted with the arrival of the new year.

On the ridge, a blind old wolf, left behind in the wolf pack, staggered alone through the vast world, and came to a place where there might be food in memory.

The old wolf stopped high on the mountain, and had a bird's-eye view of the ant-like male pass in the distance, and the scarlet eyes full of blood from hunger swept across the snow-covered earth, revealing a little dazed.

The old wolf salivated in the cold wind mixed with the aroma of wine and meat from behind the city wall, but it didn't come for this, because the 'stone mountain' that appeared at some point couldn't be crossed at all, and it couldn't get close, and one of its eyes was blinded by the aroma of wine and meat.

The reason why the old wolf came here is because he walked with the wolves when he was a child, and every time he arrived at the snow-covered mountains and couldn't find the prey, the head wolf would take them here to see, saying that the ground was full of meat, and the meat that could be eaten directly was not wasted to catch and kill, and fresh flesh and blood were all over the ground, and a hundred wolves couldn't eat it all over the year.

It's a pity that every time the wolves come here, all they see is the vast snowfield in front of them, and the eyes of the head wolf will also show its current blankness.

The old wolf has always thought that this is fake, and maybe the head wolf also thinks so, after all, the head wolf also knew this news from his father, and he has never seen it with his own eyes.

However, after he became a wolf, he still brought the wolves here. Because there is no food to be found on the snowfield, just like it is now, no matter how much you don't believe it, you have to come and take a look.

It's a pity that the scene I saw was still exactly the same as before, nothing.

The old wolf was so hungry that his hungry limbs could not stand steadily, and he lay on the mountain, staring at the white snowfield below. At the end of his life, the only thing he thought about was when this news passed down from generation to generation began, whether there was really a wolf who had seen fresh flesh and blood all over the ground below......

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"Master, how can there be a wolf that will bite us?"

"Already dead, don't bite."

The sun shone on the desolate ridges, and as far as the eye could see, there was not even a single tree, only white snow.

The girl with pigtails, holding a wooden stick as a walking stick, struggled to climb up in the wind and snow. The little face was cold and red, wearing a red jacket that had just been changed into for the New Year, and a leather water bladder was hanging around his waist.

It may be that she rarely climbs the mountain, and she is timid, and the little girl looks a little clumsy, and she has been walking behind the adult, and after seeing the old wolf lying on the ground and frozen into an ice sculpture, she hid on the other side of the adult.

The adult is dressed in a white fox fur, with a felt hat, the long hair under the hat is scattered on the back, the figure is very tall, and the face is quite elegant, which is not much different from the Central Plains Confucianism, but he has lived in the grassland since he was a child, which makes the temperament look a little more indescribably heroic.

The adults stopped beside the old wolf and admired the beautiful scenery behind the pass. The fox fur on his body moved with the wind, and his body was as stable as a mountain, as if it was more solid than the mountains under his feet, enough to hold up the entire sky.

The pigtailed girl stood next to the fox man, still a little afraid of the old wolf next to her, and when she saw the old wolf lying in the snow and not moving, she poked it with a long wooden stick, and quickly dodged back, raised her cheeks and said curiously:

"The wolves I met on the grassland were all so fierce, in groups and groups, was this wolf abandoned by his family?"

The fox man stared into the distance, and his voice was easy-going:

"Wolves are different from people, they don't leave their families behind. When the wolves are on their way, it is always the old wolf who leads the way, the strongest one follows, the young woman and the child walk in the middle, then the strongest wolf guards behind, and finally the first wolf stares at the whole team, so that the playful little wolf does not run away. The wolf was blind in one eye, probably because it was scattered in a snowy day. ”

The pigtailed girl sighed, thought for a moment, squatted down in front of the old wolf, and looked at it carefully:

"Why is it here?"

"All living beings in the world have spirituality. Fish migrate, not because they are homesick, but because they are easy to survive in their birthplace, and they remember that place, engraved in their bones, and they cannot forget it from generation to generation. Wolves come here because there used to be food here to help them survive the harsh winter, so wolves come here every year, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. ”

The fox man sat down on the snow in front of the old wolf, took out a water bladder, took a sip, and said with a smile:

"It's the same with people, the farther they go, the more desolate the place they go, the more they miss the good of their hometown. There is no shortage of salt, no iron, good mountains and good water, and you can grow food by throwing seeds, and you can eat fruits all year round. Where the ancestors have lived for thousands of years, it has long been carved into the bones, and they even want to die there. ”

The pigtailed girl seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and nodded: "Master is talking about Jiangnan?" Where is better than where we live, where we are full of grass, I used to eat steamed rice, I still want to eat meat every day, now I really eat meat every day, and I want to eat steamed bread again, my mother also wants to eat it. ”

The fox man laughed and looked at Xiongguan in the distance: "It's good to think about it, but I'm afraid of eating habits and forgetting the real good things." ”

The pigtailed girl sat cross-legged in front of her, and looked at it for a while:

"Today, on the first day of the first lunar month, there should be lion dances, tricks, and sugar gourds, sugar people, steamed cakes, dumplings, ......"

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva and blushed a little.

The fox fur man also swallowed his saliva and nodded: "The master is greedy, do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

The pigtailed girl bit her lower lip, and the chick nodded as if pecking rice, and then said with a sad face:

"The gate is closed, you can't get in, I don't know when it will open."

The fox man chuckled: "Master just open it for you." ”

As he spoke, he lifted his left sleeve robe, and a carrier pigeon flew out and flew north.

The pigtailed girl was slightly puzzled, staring at the south, and after a long time:

"Didn't the door open, Master lied."

The fox fur man's face was calm, he didn't speak, just looked calmly.

Knock Knock Knock –

I don't know how long later, in the clear sky in the north, bursts of muffled thunder suddenly sounded, like a fierce beast that had been exiled for thousands of years, roared in a low voice, and even the earth trembled.

"Master, why is it thundering......"

Confused, the pigtailed girl got up from the ground and ran to the other side of the high ground to look to the north.

At the end of the vast snowfield, black clouds rose out of thin air, reflecting a strange luster in the winter sun.

That's a knife, a war knife!

The blade was like an endless wave, spreading to the end of the sky, and the iron hooves of the Mobei horses shattered the earth frozen by frost.

The man with his hair scattered roared like a hungry wolf, staring at the quiet and peaceful world in the south.

Where their ancestors grew up for generations, they were exiled for a while, and since they were born, they have not been able to see where their fathers have spoken.

Where the mountains and the water belonged to them, they were driven out back then, and they scattered their hair.

In the wild land that they despised for thousands of years, they had enough of eating from wolves and cattle and horses, and their children and grandchildren could no longer stay there, and they would become barbarians who drank blood step by step, even if they died, they had to be at home. People pay attention to falling leaves and return to their roots, and it is better to die on the land that should belong to them than to stay in Mobei and be a lost dog.

They are all Central Plains men, why die!

"Kill—"

"Enemy attack—"

The war drums are like thunder, and at the moment of Ningwu, the beacon fire suddenly rises......