Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like the sky, covering the four fields.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. The poem "Song of the Ele" perfectly expresses the scenery of the grassland.

The sky of the grassland is always so blue, the blue is intimidating, the endless green grassland, and the melodious sound of the horse-head qin is pleasant and moving.

The vastness of the grassland seems to have no end, and you can only walk alone, until you have no strength.

From time to time, there are several herdsmen's shouts, as well as grassland men galloping on horseback, singing simple and high-pitched songs, this painting is not moving, it is suffocating.

If a person walks down on the boundless grassland, if this person is more cheerful, sooner or later he will die of depression.

The Huyan tribe is a relatively large tribe on the grassland, the leader of the Huyan tribe, Hu Yanzhuo, has 50,000 soldiers and horses, countless cattle and sheep, and the Huyan tribe with a large population occupies a piece of grassland and rich pasture land to camp and settle down, and will move to another place in winter.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the herdsmen grazing in the Huyan Department began to drive the cattle and sheep like a circle, and one person, one horse, and one knife went down from the south, passing through the big dragon towards Yingzhou in northern Xinjiang into the grassland.

Riding on the horse, the face was full of wind and frost, the resolute face was not sad or happy, from time to time he drank a sip of spirits, and walked towards the Huyan Department, the BMW under the crotch seemed to be infected by the owner, walking calmly and powerfully, and from time to time he made two neighs.

"Who? What are you doing with my Huyan tribe? ”

The man on the horse put the wine bag on the saddle and stood on the horse's head with a slight leap, the tattered green robe on his body whirring in the gale, and the two guards immediately drew the scimitars at their waists and looked at the man in green cautiously.

"Who the hell are you? Come to my Huyan tribe for what's the matter. ”

"I am Liu Sandao of the Great Dragon Dynasty, Hu Yanyu is here? Brother Huyan's three-year appointment has arrived, but Liu Sandao has come but has grievances. ”

Liu Sandao is Liu Sandao, who went north from the Great Dragon Dynasty with one person and one horse, the knifeman who passed on Liu Mingzhi's emotions to the seven knives, and the coffin bearer Song Zhongjiangnan, who only wanted to die out of the rivers and lakes.

Liu Sandao spoke slowly, and a few words burst into the ears of everyone in the Huyan tribe like thunder, deafening, and the scimitars in the hands of the two guards didn't know when they fell to the ground.

Liu Sandao put his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for a response.

In a mighty tent, a man in his twenties and thirties put down the brush in his hand, and four big characters were written on the rice paper, quiet and far-reaching.

The grassland has little pen and ink, and people who can use pen and ink on good rice paper are naturally not simple.

The man's appearance is not as rough as that of the grassland people, and he is a little more wild than the people of the Central Plains, and the scruffy beard does not look sloppy, but makes the man look a little eclectic.

A beautiful girl holds the poetry book in her hand, but her smart eyes are not on the poetry book, but turn flexibly, obviously the girl's mind is not on the poetry book.

"Yun Yao, you are wandering out of the world again, how many times have I said it, there are very few people in my grassland tribe who can read and break words, and there are even fewer valuables such as poems and books, and you can't make good use of it if your brother can get a copy for you, and put your mind on fun all day long, how can you rest assured that your brother."

The girl pouted and put down the poetry book in her hand: "Second brother, we are a great grassland tribe, why do we read these Han poetry books every day, we can't use them at all, Yun Yao hates it to death." ”

"Confused, our grassland men have always been straight to the point of fighting in battle, but the Great Dragon Dynasty began to study the art of war hundreds of years ago, arranging troops, do you know how many of our tribes will die in the art of war of the Great Dragon Dynasty every year? This is to make you understand what it means to know yourself and your opponent. ”

The girl angrily threw the poetry book on the low table: "What you said is the art of war, if it is the art of war, I can naturally read it, and I can not sleep or eat, but it is full of words and phrases that you love and I love, Yun Yao is irritable when she sees it, these Central Plains people love to sell Guanzi, and they like to tell him directly that they can't, and they also hide it in the poems vaguely, so that people can guess, who is idle and bored to guess these things." ”

The man picked up the poetry book with pity: "This poetry book is also exchanged for thirty sheep by my tribe, the books of the Great Dragon Dynasty's art of war cannot be circulated in our grassland tribe at all, we prevent the loss of war horses, and the Great Dragon Dynasty prevents the loss of military books, this is all forced to be helpless, Jin is nominally our ally, but for these books is also strictly guarded, we only have a little bit of exploration and reference to maintain the prosperity of my Huyan tribe." ”

"Hmph, second brother, you will ponder the insidious cunning of the Central Plains, or the eldest brother, never force me to look at these useless things, isn't it just that you kill me and I kill you when you fight? Tens of thousands of iron horsemen stepped on, and the Great Dragon Dynasty did not grow a single grass. ”

"Confused, it's just a fallacy, if it's useless to arrange troops, how can Li Yuanmin expel my King Spis's tent to the north of Yinshan, if it weren't for the grain and grass of the Great Dragon Dynasty that can't keep up with the supply, my grassland tribes would have ceased to exist a long time ago."

"Second brother, you will grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige, the eldest brother said that the time hundreds of years ago was because my grassland was covered by heavy snow, the cattle, horses and sheep froze to death and starved to death, and Li Yuanmin's sneak attack was hit hard, my grassland tribe has the protection of immortality, and it will definitely swallow up the Great Dragon Dynasty."

The man's face was ugly: "This is all taught to you by the eldest brother?" ”

The girl looked at the angry man and didn't dare to speak, and lowered her head to play with her fingers.

"Liu Sandao of the Great Dragon Dynasty....... but the grievances of the rivers and lakes. The roar like a tiger's groan startled the man who was about to reprimand his sister.

The girl's face turned red from the shock of the whistling, and it was obvious that the whistling sound was hiding a qi machine, so that it could reach the tent here from miles away.

Hu Yanyu gently put down the poetry book in his hand, his expression was complicated, and he exhaled, Hu Yanyu's eyes suddenly became cold, terrifying, and the girl subconsciously tightened her clothes, as if the cold winter moon had descended on the grassland.

"Has the three-year period arrived? How did it come so quickly. ”

Hu Yanyu walked out of the tent, walked like a frightening, and shot away in a leap.

"The swordsman came thousands of miles away, how could Hu Yanyu avoid it."

A mile away, Hu Yanyu's whistling sound had already reached Liu Sandao's ears, and Liu Sandao still looked indifferent, staring into the distance with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth.

The BMW under his feet was shocked by the whistling sound and hissed, and the scimitars that the two guards had just picked up fell to the ground again.

"The rivers and lakes are in the rivers and lakes, Qingzhou is goodbye, Brother Huyan's skills are getting deeper and deeper, it can be seen that he has entered the Seven Grades of Zhenhua Realm, which is gratifying."

"The younger brother has only been in the seventh grade for a few months, and Brother Liu was already a seventh-grade master a few years ago, and the younger brother is the one who yearns for it."

In the flash of lightning, Hu Yanyu had already arrived in front of Liu Sandao, standing on the fence with his feet on the side: "Brother Liu's demeanor is still the same." ”

Liu Sandao looked at Hu Yanyu with a chuckle: "Brother Hu Yan is a young hero." ”

"Qingzhou is goodbye, three years have arrived, time flies, and it is the most ruthless."

"The years are ruthless, and the knife is ruthless."