The old man swallowed the wine and began to cry.

Guo Yang and Anu were stunned, not knowing what was wrong with this old man.

"Wine!" The old man drank it all, and it was extremely bold, and the previous restraint and cringe were swept away.

Anu lifted the wine jar, filled it for the old man, and invited him: "Come, old man, let's drink together!" ”

Guo Yang also served the wine jue, and the three jue "poof" sounded, and the wine in the jue swayed slightly, reflecting three dark faces.

"The last time I drank was thirty years ago." The old man wiped the tears from his face and whispered.

"Thirty years ago?" Anu heard it clearly this time, and couldn't help but ask casually.

"Yes, the king of merchants invited me to drink, and I was really drunk that time." The old man said with a wry smile.

Yes, merchant, king, drunk.

Anu pondered it for a while and said to Guo Yang. Guo Yang was stunned with a jue of wine.

Thirty years ago, the king of merchants, wasn't that Dixin? It's really not easy for this old man to get Di Xin to invite him to drink.

However, there is still a lot of work. The great merchants have all perished, and the merchants live like dead dogs all day long, and they are frightened when they see the whips and spears of the Zhou people.

"Uncle, aren't your Tengger tribes the former overlords of the grassland? How did you end up in such a field? Sanjue drank wine, Anu tore a piece of mutton and chewed it, and asked vaguely.

The old man drank the wine, and his vague memory began to revival, and he began to understand the language of Anulian's gestures, and he said with a gloomy expression: "Jackal Agoura, he is a devil, and there is a man under him named Chagan, who is also a devil and has magic. ”

Jackals, Agoura, Devils, Chagans, also Devils, Magic.

In one sentence, Anu could understand a few key words, and he coherent them with a little groaning and said them to Guo Yang.

"Who is Agoura?" Guo Yang asked.

"Agora means mountain in the steppe, and it should be the name of a tribe, or the name of a tribal leader." Anu lived in a nomadic tribe in his early years, and later traveled deeper into the eastern Liaodong with a caravan and knew more about the northern grasslands.

"What the hell is wrong with this bastard world, there are fights and killings everywhere, and they don't let people live." Guo Yang was a little depressed when he heard this, and said in his heart, in the Central Plains, the war between those farming tribes and the surrounding nomadic tribes seems to have never been broken, and they are fighting every day. It's all gone deep into the grassland, why are you still fighting?

"This can't be helped, young master, the main thing is that people are too poor, everyone is like a hungry dog, catch whoever bites whom, as long as there is food, salt and meat, it will attract all kinds of covetousness and greed." Anu chewed a piece of mutton and began to feel depressed.

"Uncle, is that jackal Agoura very powerful? Where did he come from? Guo Yang suddenly turned his head and asked the old man.

The old man was a little dazed, and looked at Anu as if asking for help. Anu patiently compared and said Guo Yang's words again.

The old man understood a little, nodded, and said, "Very powerful, a devil, can magic, and can spit out flames and swords from his mouth." ”

Anu first digested the old man's words, figured out the general meaning, and relayed it to Guo Yang.

"Can you magic? Can you spit out flames and swords from your mouth? Could it be that the jackal Agoura is a cultivator? Guo Yang listened, frowned slightly, and said.

"It should be a cultivator. However, the world is so big that there are no wonders, and maybe there is magic in the world. For example, witchcraft in southern Xinjiang is even more powerful than magic. Anu said, looking extremely afraid of the witchcraft in the southern Xinjiang.

Guo Yang didn't speak, but tore a piece of mutton and chewed it.

It was already dark, and Ulhan had not yet returned, which made Naren Toya anxious. The other old and weak women and children in the tribe were also anxious.

Many people began to gather in front of the old man's tent, whispering something, all looking a little nervous.

But they were very cultured and did not break into the tent rashly, and it can be seen that the old man's prestige in the Tengger tribe is still very high.

Ten years ago, they were driven out of the Ananda River by the jackal Agoura, and traveled thousands of miles, hiding in Tibet, wandering in the grasslands, many tribesmen died, and the cattle, sheep and horses were almost robbed, and the glory of the past has become a memory.

Tengger, the once oldest and most powerful tribe in this grassland, is rapidly declining, and can only survive by hiding near this spring with barren pastures and only three eyes that are about to dry up.

They were already too weak, even if a pack of wolves came, they were basically powerless to resist, not to mention the places with abundant water and grass in the distance, and dozens of powerful tribes were entrenched.

If the Tengger tribe is a phoenix that has fallen on the shelf, it is not as good as a chicken, and those powerful tribes around it are raccoon cats, foxes, and ferocious jackals.

"Do those jackals often bother you?" Seeing that the old man was a little uneasy, Guo Yang asked.

Anu relayed Guo Yang's meaning, and the old man understood.

"They don't deserve to be called wolves." The old man told Anu and Guo Yang, "On the grassland, only we Tengger are worthy of the title of wolf, and the others, at most, are jackals." However, the world has changed, and the jackals sit in tents drinking and eating meat, while the wolves hide here and gnaw sand. ”

Guo Yang and Anu ignored the old man's complaints, and in him, Guo Yang saw a breath of aging after the glory of the past, which was embarrassing and easy to make people depressed.

This is not a good sign. Since it is a wolf, even if it is old and a rag, it should look like a wolf.

Thinking so, Guo Yang got up and walked out of the tent. Having eaten and drunk enough, he wanted to get some air outside.

The old man's tent was so depressing that Guo Yang was almost out of breath.

The old men, women, and children silently made way for Guo Yang and Anu, and when they had passed, they cautiously walked to the tent and whispered something.

The night in the prairie is quiet and beautiful.

The stars in the sky are particularly bright, like eyes, blinking, and countless clear rays are sprinkled on the earth, falling on the grass in the breeze, which is extraordinarily bright.

There are a lot of unknown wildflowers, and Anu knows many kinds, but he really doesn't bother to tell Guo Yang. Ever since he came to the grassland, he has been sullen and seems to have a lot on his mind.

Guo Yang didn't care, he knew that Anu was homesick.

Anu turned over and took out two leopard skins, a small table, a jar of wine, and two bronze jukes.

He silently laid out the leopard skin, poured wine for the two bronze lords, and then said angrily: "Young master, drink." ”

Guo Yang sat down, picked up the wine and said with a smile: "Anu, I respect you." ”

Anu didn't say a word, picked up the wine, tilted his neck and drank it dry.

Guo Yang smiled, but only took a shallow sip and looked at the night sky of the grassland intently.

They walked all the way, following the route of the businessman who fled back then, wandering around and inquiring everywhere, but there was no news of his mother, which made Guo Yang's heart empty.

It is said that there are nearly 2,000 merchants, and many of them are from aristocratic backgrounds, and everyone is a good man, and no matter where he goes, he should leave some traces. But why did those people disappear as soon as they entered the grassland?

Guo Yang was puzzled, so he had to temporarily attribute it to the fact that this grassland was too big, and they had not yet completed the thousandths of a thousand.

Both men were borrowing wine to kill their sorrows, thinking about their own thoughts, and the wine was neither salty nor light, and it was so dull that it was breathless.

……

An hour later, just as Guo Yang and Anu were about to go back to sleep, the old man came to him.

It could be seen that the old man was very anxious and a little shy, and he rubbed his hands together and said cautiously: "You two, where are you drinking?" ”

Guo Yang and Anu bowed slightly, returned the old man's salute, and invited him to drink together.

The old man sat down, took a handful of wine, and did not drink it for a long time, as if he wanted to say something but could not speak.

"Uncle, what's the matter, tell me." Anu couldn't stand it anymore and spoke.

"It is so, my people went out to graze sheep and horses, and it was dark, but they did not come back. We are all old people, women and children who keep here, and it depends on whether you can help......" The old man originally asked Guo Yang and Anu for help.

"How far away is the place where they graze?" Anu asked with a frown.

"It's not far, it's about an hour to get on the mule." The old man said, gesturing with his hand.

"Don't you have horses?" Anu was a little stunned, there were no horses in the steppe tribes, and no one believed them.

“…… There were two horses, but they were both ridden away by the young men who were grazing. The old man said with a wry smile.

When Guo Yang and Anu heard this, they couldn't laugh or cry. This tribe is too poor, right, there are only two horses in total, so the rest are not all cattle and sheep?

The grassland has the law of survival of the grassland, and without a horse, it is a piece of fat, and anyone can pounce on it and bite it.

"Walk on a mule for an hour, and on a horse, it's less than half an hour." Anu asked with a frown.

"Yes, we are too weak now to go far away, so we graze in a nearby place where the water and grass are a little more abundant." The old man said.

"You mean, you want us to help you find it?" Anu asked.

"yes, I was supposed to be looking for it, but here's ...... It's all old people and children, and if a jackal comes in, there will be no one to resist. The old man said very sincerely, but Guo Yang and Anu's faces gradually became a little ugly.

This old fox obviously treated the two of them as jackals to watch out for, but he could still say that it was impossible to refuse.

Anu's face slowly sank, and he looked at the old man coldly, looking at him about to have a seizure.

Guo Yang was much gentler, he thought that there was nothing to do anyway, rather than staying here and being watched out for at any time, it was better to go out for a walk.

"Uncle, we ate your mutton, we should help with this little thing. Go and bring your mules, and we will set out now. Guo Yang drank the wine in one gulp, stood up, stretched his waist, and said with a smile.