Guo Yang was drinking on the hill when he suddenly heard someone shouting his name, and he looked up in amazement, and saw thousands of birds flying towards him, covering most of the sky.

On the prairie, the cows, sheep and horses were frightened, stopped eating the grass, and raised their heads to see the birds rolling by like dark clouds.

In the distance, a heart-rending moan could be heard from a tent, as if it hurt.

Guo Yang lowered his head and glanced at the ancient clay pot, then looked up at the endless flock of swarming birds, and said depressedly: "What the hell! ”

He closed the lid of the clay pot, pulled a leopard skin with his hand, and wrapped the clay pot tightly.

The flock of birds seemed to have suddenly lost their target, hovering above Guo Yang's head, hesitated for a while, and then flew off into the distance. Many of the birds broke their wings and fell crackling on the grasslands due to crowding, and were finally eaten by snakes and weasels.

Of course, Guo Yang didn't know anything about what happened later, he was dumbfounded by a huge eye in the clay pot, and he felt that he couldn't breathe.

It was an eye bigger than two barns, like a peacock's eye, but because Guo Yang had never actually seen a peacock, it could only be a guess.

Guo Yang frowned and pondered, feeling a little incredible, in the secret archives of the Shang Dynasty, there was such a strange clay pot, and it had not been discovered by those Zhou dogs. Perhaps, it's this disgusting-looking exterior that obscures its true value.

In that eye, Guo Yang saw a group of people, full of shadows, a little unclear. The men seemed to be dressed in animal skins and carrying javelins, living carefree in an ancient village.

Some are lost in thought, others are alchemy, others are hunting in the distant forest, and others are hiding in the barn and looking through the writing on the hides.

And many more people are living in a mess, eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating, like a herd of stupid pigs.

There, there was a river, the water was clear, the water was long, and hundreds of huge stones were placed on the riverbed.

The stones were white and round, like the eyeballs of giants in ancient times.

Dragons, peacocks, huge kings, white tigers, they are like some clumsy fellows, just wandering among the nearby mountains and forests, doing nothing, like some second-rate people who have no ability.

What surprised Guo Yang the most was that in a stone house that resembled a small warehouse, he saw a young man with a pale face, deep-set eyes, and a disheveled head.

The young man seemed to be alchemy, and those intricate bottles and jars were filled with the roots and flowers of various plants, as well as some ore powder.

Just as Guo Yang wanted to see the young man's face clearly, these damn birds flew in, seriously disturbing his contemplation. It made him furious, but what could he do?

He tilted his face up, trying to remember what he had seen, trying to comb through it to see if he could find anything valuable.

He was amazed to find that in the blink of an eye, his mind went blank, and those vague scenes disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

Guo Yang's eyebrows were furrowed, and after working hard for a while, he found that he was simply an idiot, and he had lost the things that were still in his mind just now!

"Abominable birds! Damn Naren Toya! Guo Yang was furious, he really wanted to kill those birds and break the neck of the big-bellied mother-in-law Bai Shengsheng.

They seriously disturbed Guo Yang.

But angry is angry, he really can't do it. The birds flew away, the woman was giving birth, Guo Yang felt in a trance that she had a ridiculous dream, colorful, but when she opened her eyes, she left no traces.

Guo Yang sighed, picked up the wine, and took a shallow sip.

Putting down the winelord, he lay down on the leopard skin a little tiredly, resting his head on his hands, and looked at the sky for a moment.

Eight hundred dead men had all been sent out, and they were like eight hundred hyenas, eight hundred leopards, eight hundred old foxes, or, at all, eight hundred cold poisonous snakes, quietly and silently submerged into the grassland.

Their mission is twofold.

One task, of course, was to visit those who had ambushed the caravan back then.

Guo Yang wanted to know who those people were and where they came from. He's going to tear those dog mongrels apart with his own hands, and kill their old men, women, and children, so that their blood will be wiped out completely!

Another task of the 800 dead soldiers was to help Guo Yang inquire where the nearly 2,000 merchants who escaped from Zhou Gou had gone. Guo Yang vaguely felt that his mother Guo Ye was on this grassland, perhaps, which tent was hiding in at the moment, and remembered him.

Mother...... Guo Yang's heart softened suddenly.

……

Naren Toya was in childbirth, bleeding a lot, tossing for most of the day, and she was about to die.

Her eyes were distracted, sweat and tears damp her hair, and they were piled up on the deerskin pillow, one of which was wet against her unusually white face.

She was dying, all her strength was exhausted, the amniotic water broke, and most of it flowed onto the sheepskin mattress, mixed with crimson blood, and slowly flowed down the sheepskin, ticking to the ground, meandering out of the tent, and forming a small lake of sparkling crystal in the grass.

At dusk, the grassland is peaceful, and the afterglow of the setting sun softly sprinkles on the earth, reflecting the blades of grass slightly yellow.

A feather on the neck of a phoenix floated in the bloody water, shining with a golden, flame-like light, which Guo Yang discovered from afar.

"Damn Naren Toya, if you don't give birth sooner or later, you have to give birth to cubs when Lao Tzu opens the clay pot." Guo Yang was very angry, and the frustration of being interrupted by life just about to grasp a secret made him even more tired.

He lay down for a while, then sat up again, poured himself a full bottle of wine, and drank it all.

No, he still felt that there was fire in his heart, so he simply drank the Seven Lords in a row.

To no avail, Anu's recent wine is a little light, with a faint koji flavor, which makes Guo Yang very dissatisfied. But there was no way, the caravan was dismantled, everything was being prepared for revenge, and it had been a long time since the grain had been transported into the steppe.

Even in such a difficult situation, Anu still managed to ensure Guo Yang's wine, which was really difficult for him.

Guo Yang lifted the wine jar, shook it slightly, and found that there was still a small half left. He smiled bitterly and reluctantly stuffed the wine jar tightly and put it in the storage bag.

The sworn enemy of the caravan has not been traced out, there is no news from his mother Guo Ye, the alchemy has basically failed, the exercises have not made much progress, the caravan has stopped and the food is in short supply and it is impossible to make wine...... The most hateful thing is that Wu Lihan's mother-in-law is about to give birth, and she seems to have shouted "Guo Yang"!

All this made Guo Yang feel exhausted, he hadn't slept well for many days, and he felt like a scorching knife, chopping in the air.

That strong sense of powerlessness seriously damaged Guo Yang's confidence and made him begin to doubt his decision-making.

"Am I wrong? With a good large piece of industry, and those intertwined networks of various vassal states in the Central Plains, they burrowed into this bullshit grassland where birds don't shit, and they were defeated, what is the plan? ”

"He said that he was looking for his mother, but in the vast grassland, the two thousand merchants disappeared out of thin air, like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly there was no news. He wanted to build a steppe caravan, but was interrupted by those scheming dogs, and he didn't even understand the enemy until now. The so-called Xiuzhen ...... Stop, it's a stinking piece of shit! ”

Guo Yang stood up slowly, his leopard skin boots stepping on the grass, making a "creaking" sound, making his teeth itch, and he wanted to crush these dog-sun grasses.

He kicked all the way down the hill slowly.

He had been hiding under Ah Rishan Haizi for too long, and he was a little unaccustomed to the wind and light of the outside world, and felt a little dizzy.

Of course, it could also be that he drank too much alcohol on an empty stomach and made him a little drunk.

It may also be that he has not had a good rest for a long time, which has seriously overdrawn his physical strength, and the alchemy and thinking all day and night have seriously damaged his health. If it weren't for the two hours of cultivation of the True Exercises that could not be touched by thunder every day, he would really be a little unbearable.

……

Naren Toya had a few last breaths left, and she suddenly thought of death, and the dog that had followed her for twenty-two years had really caught up this time.

She was a little sad, she hadn't had time to look at her child, maybe a boy, maybe a girl, but what did it all matter? If she died, Ullihan would surely be sad for many years.

But it is conceivable that he will be sad and find other women and keep letting them have cubs.

This is the fate of the steppe people, and it cannot be said who is right and who is wrong. If you really want to identify who is wrong, then, it is very likely that God is wrong.

Tengger Tian, the guy who showed half of his face in the depths of the sky, should be waiting to pick up Naren Toya's soul that weighed less than half a catty at the moment.

Could it be that such a large sky is just missing a woman who milks a goat?

Naren Toya wanted to cry, she felt a little wronged.

Under her distracted eyes, a face distorted by anxiety, it was his man Ullihan, three sweaty faces, those were the three mothers-in-law who Tengger people were best at delivering babies.

"Alas......"

Narentoya let out a long breath, and she felt that it was really not worth it.

Over the years, she has worked hard, hard work, in addition to not eating grass and combing cashmere, she is actually a docile ewe.

At this moment, this ewe is about to die, and Naren Toya really can't think of what is the meaning of her twenty-two years?

"If you give birth to a boy, let's call him Guo Yang. If you give birth to a daughter, call her Qizig. Narentoya moved her chapped lips to say this.

It's a pity that after holding it for a long time, this sentence may be her last words were not said after all. This made her feel a little regretful, feeling sorry for herself, and she was sorry for her beautiful stinky skin.

"Naren Toya, you hold on, and you'll be fine in no time...... Naren Toya ......"

"Naren Toya ......"

Ulhan's voice was sometimes far and near, in a trance, and gradually became blurred, and finally he could not be heard.

"Naren Toya!"

In the tent, a man's heart-rending cry was heard, which made a large patch of grass move slightly, and then it was full of vitality again.

Ulhan stumbled out of the tent, his face pale, his lips trembling, his eyes distracted, and a little lost.

He crashed headfirst into a man's arms.

"Naren Toya......" Ulhan seemed to want to hug the man and weep bitterly.

There was a crisp "snap", and Ullihan's handsome face was slapped fiercely, and his sturdy body rolled directly into a canopy of dog's tail grass.

Ullihan fell in grief in the grass, his hands thrust into the turf, his whole body convulsed, and he began to cry in a low voice.