As soon as the pigeon returned, Guo Yang began to be busy day and night.

In his tent, the lights were bright, and the orders were written on the small pieces of cloth, which were passed on to the distance through the pigeons.

The old patriarch Jida moved next door to Guo Yang, rebuilt a tent, and began to give Guo Yang a hand.

It was winter, the wind was blowing everywhere on the grassland, it was snowing everywhere, the winter was too cold that year, an old man Tengger went to feed the sheep, and when he returned to the tent, he felt that his ears were a little itchy, and he reached out and touched it, and accidentally knocked out one of his ears.

The ear, which was red from the cold, fell to the ground and staggered, and could no longer hear the wind on the prairie.

The old patriarch Jida really deserved to be the wolf leader of this grassland, and quietly took care of the life of the Tengger people in an orderly manner, even if it was a temporary refuge, there was no need to worry about the long winter on the grassland.

Except for the twelve children, who practiced their swordsmanship in the snow day and night, the others, the old men and women, were nestled in tents to make cotton clothes and boots. In addition, they had to roll out all their wool into felt.

"What are we rolling so much felt for? The tent is enough now, even if the twenty or so young people come back in the future, it will be more than enough. The old patriarch Jida was a little puzzled by Guo Yang's order, and couldn't help but ask.

"Not enough, far from enough. Go back and kill the damn Bagan and grab their tents. Guo Yang stood in front of a sheepskin map and said nonchalantly, as if those Bagen people had been pinched in the palm of his hand, and he could destroy them with a single thought.

The old patriarch Jida's honest lips moved, but finally he didn't say anything, turned around and went out to organize production.

Everyone is busy, but the twelve children were designated by Guo Yang to only practice knife skills, even if it is a knife in the sky, you have to stand in the snow to practice the knife.

At first, the children stood in the snow shivering with cold, their little faces turned purple, and everyone's mouths were covered with snot. Those snots are annoying, they freeze when the cold wind blows, and if you want to open your mouth to talk or eat, you have to knock off that disgusting string of ice first.

Everyone's hands, feet, ears and other parts appeared frostbite, painful and itchy, making these little wolf cubs on the grassland miserable.

But Guo Yang is a hard-hearted person, he doesn't care about it, he only asks you to practice the knife, and practice endlessly until he feels satisfied.

Guo Yang learned a lot from Anu, for example, how to train a group of hyenas or wolf cubs, which was completely copied from Anu's practice, and his heart was colder and harder.

Slowly, those children's knife skills improved, and finally Guo Yang was somewhat satisfied. At least, these children who are less than eleven or twelve years old, purely in terms of sword skills, have surpassed Atu's old apprentice and old patriarch Jida.

Guo Yang began to teach them a set of secrets, which was the first layer of exercises in the Nine Techniques of Nirvana.

Guo Yang wanted to try what the effect of this set of exercises would be for those who did not have any foundation for cultivation.

To his surprise, these twelve children quickly cultivated to a good degree, which made Guo Yang stunned. You must know that this set of exercises he once asked Anu and Yanzi to practice together, and the cultivation speed was simply slow, which made Anu lose his temper a few times because of this, and he felt that he was too angry.

With the assistance of the cultivation exercises, the children gradually stopped suffering from sins when they practiced the sword technique. Standing in the snow, they could continue to practice their knives for three or four hours in a row, and the top of their heads was steaming like a steamer, and all of them were flushed, and they didn't feel cold at all.

Guo Yang studied it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion that this set of demon clan exercises is really more suitable for cultivating in this ice and snow. Guo Yang was a little stunned, he guessed that the creator of this set of exercises should have lived in the ice and snow, so he could create this kind of unbelievable exercises.

Figuring out the reason, Guo Yang simply asked the Tengger people to work together, dug a huge cellar, continuously moved large pieces of ice inside, and made a door out of a large ball of wool to prevent the cold air leakage inside. He planned that when Anu and the others came, they could practice the Nine Techniques of Nirvana in the cellar.

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Around the tent where Guo Yang lived, there were more and more pigeons, and the old patriarch Jida had to command everyone to build a very huge tent, in which rows of neat shelves were set up, and on each shelf, a small nest was built out of wood, and thick wool was padded inside.

The pigeons, who do not recognize life and are not afraid of people, often land on the shoulders of Guo Yang, the old patriarch Gilda and Battle, and wipe their pointed beaks on their ears.

There are so many pigeons that when they fly, they will cover a large area of the sky.

Looking at the busy pigeons coming and going, the Tengger people were worried.

The southerner did not do his job, and spent his whole day in his tent doing nothing, either eating meat and drinking wine, or staring at the torn sheepskins, and then half-squinting at the pigeons flying around.

Some people say that the old patriarch Jida is really old and confused, and he actually handed over the heavy task of killing the Bagen people and rescuing the young man to a second-rate son!

There are many gossiping people, even the old patriarch Jida is a little confused, he also began to worry about whether he is really old and confused, and he does not dare to take revenge, and as a result, he whimsically hands over the burden of revenge to others?

Naren Toya, the wife of Ullihan, the most beautiful woman of the Tengger generation, is full of confidence in Guo Yang: "You just listen to his orders, Guo Yang is a man with brains." ”

At first, the people didn't say anything, but when Narentoya said it for the hundredth time, some people felt that something was wrong, and kept asking Narentoya if she had forgotten about Ulhan, and that poor young man was still a slave with the Bagan people!

Naren Toya cried angrily and ran to the old patriarch Jida to complain.

The old patriarch Jida listened carefully to Naren Toya's cry and said gently: "It's nothing, I believe in you. Go back, there's so much work you need to do. ”

Seeing Naren Toya away, the old patriarch Jida shook his head secretly, let out a long sigh, and said, "Actually, I think so too, that southerner looks really unreliable. ”

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Guo Yang didn't know anything about what was happening outside.

He was so busy, not only drinking and looking at maps, but also thinking, and thinking all night long took a toll on his health and made him look very haggard.

Of course, he also had a very important job, which was to keep writing letters, which were written on small pieces of cloth, and asked the pigeons to help take them out.

One day, the old patriarch Jida finished his work and pretended to ask casually: "Guo Yang, in a while, it will be spring, should we consider action?" ”

"Action?" Guo Yang raised his head, rubbed his temples, and asked suspiciously, "Haven't you already started to act?" ”

The old patriarch Gilda's face was a little stiff, and he said curtly: "However, even if those pigeons all become golden-eyed eagles, they will not be able to peck the eyes of the Bagan people." ”

Guo Yang slowly understood the meaning of the old patriarch Jida's words, and his face became gloomy: "Jida, you said that you were the most powerful person in this grassland, don't you understand, in fact, you have long been out of it." The way of the world has changed, and people must also change, otherwise, we will slowly become stupid pigs. ”

The old patriarch Gilda began to get nervous, this southerner had always been mild-mannered, and he thought that he should be a better talker. Unexpectedly, at this moment, this person suddenly became gloomy, and he was overwhelmed.

"Guo Yang, I didn't mean that. I'm just a little too anxious, those young people are still unpredictable, and I, the patriarch, feel ashamed. The old patriarch Jida tried his best to tell Guo Yang about his difficulties, hoping that this young man could understand him.

Guo Yang looked at the old patriarch Jida coldly, but finally didn't say anything and continued to be busy.

The old patriarch Jida stood awkwardly for a while, and had no choice but to leave.

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For the Tengger people, the winter was particularly long, and in order to make the time pass faster, they looked for work everywhere. In the past, the menial and clumsy work done by young people was done by these old men and women.

There are not many cattle and sheep, and the manure in the pen is not enough to fill the kang every day for heating.

The old men, dressed in bloated sheepskin robes, walked up and down the snow, and from time to time looked at the hill where Guo Yang was, and how they wished that the young man would suddenly one day ascend to the heights, and those who had already lived enough would not hesitate to step on their horses, carry javelins and spears, and run thousands of miles, even if they died at the hands of those Bagan people, it was better than nesting in a tent all day.

Guo Yang didn't show up once, the only thing the Tengger people could see was the pigeons, those damn pigeons flew around, and the hearts of the Tengger people were all scattered.

People are full of suspicion and resentment about Guo Yang, thinking that this southerner is simply a cowhide king, causing everyone to be busy for most of the winter, rolling so many felts, but now he is quietly thrown in the tent, and no one knows what to do.

However, Guo Yang still has a bit of a conscience, and when everyone was worried about salt, he sent Battelle and other twelve children to carry a full twelve bags of clean salt.

Twelve bags of salt, that's a whole flock of sheep! This damn southerner doesn't seem to have gone too far.

The Tengger people's grievances were quelled, and they began to prepare for the spring.

On the grasslands, the snow began to melt in some places, revealing the leaves of the dead grass with white flowers, and some birds began to appear sporadically, and a dead sky finally had a glimmer of life.

On this day, Naren Toya was squatting on the hillside to pee, and when she turned her head, she saw Guo Yang.

The southerner stood on the hill, his face pale, his hair disheveled, his eyes sunken, and his white linen clothes wrinkled, which made him look very haggard.

Guo Yang glanced at Naren Toya, seemed to grin, turned around, and stretched his hands forward, as if welcoming an old friend who had returned from afar.

Narentoya stood up in a panic, straightened her sheepskin robe, and ran back to the tent with a cat.