Guo Yang lived in the Tengger tribe, but Anu did not know where to go.

Every day, Guo Yang lived in a secluded house, his tent behind another hill, and the Tengger people rarely saw him. If it weren't for the fact that their twelve children would go to Guo Yang every day to learn martial arts, the Tengger people would even think that the southerner had left them a long time ago.

Guo Yang's life is very monotonous, except for teaching the children to practice knives every morning, he basically locks himself in the tent every other time, either studying the sheepskin maps, or holding a clay pot in a daze.

The clay pot Battle had seen, it was black, it looked very old, and naturally it was very shabby, and it didn't look remarkable at all.

No one knew what he was thinking, and what secrets were in that clay pot, the Tengger people never knew.

At the beginning, the old patriarch Jida came to look for him a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but looking at Guo Yang's pale face and deep-set eyes, he secretly sighed and left.

He wanted to inquire when Guo Yang would go to Arishan Haizi, those Bagen people captured their young people, and now they don't know whether they are alive or dead, which makes the old patriarch Jida worry when he thinks about it.

But Guo Yang didn't speak, and he didn't dare to ask, after all, people promised to help you, but they didn't guarantee when they would help.

The old patriarch Jida wanted to ask Anu about it, only to find that Anu had not appeared for many days, which made him even more worried.

However, even without Guo Yang's help, the remaining people in Tengger still have to find a way to continue to live. So the old patriarch Gilda began to command the rest of the cattle and sheep and the thirty horses that had been taken from the Bagan people to feed them carefully.

Because there are few animals and they are easy to feed, the Tengger people do not need to venture out of the depression to graze, and they can raise their cattle, sheep and horses well.

They were born to be tending to cattle, and the old and sick cattle and sheep began to grow fat in a few months, and began to have lambs and calves. Listening to the cries of cattle and sheep one after another, the hearts of the Tengger people slowly calmed down, and a rare peace began to appear in the tribe.

Although Guo Yang has not killed those Bagen people, nor has he rescued the young people of Tengger, at least he has made their children powerful, and Tengger will not forget this kindness. Therefore, every time a lamb is slaughtered, the best neck and the plumpest tail will be sent to Guo Yang's tent.

Guo Yang did not refuse, silently accepted the gift of the Tengger people, and continued to study the map or clay pot.

The Tengger people did not dare to say anything, so they had to put down the mutton and exit the tent in an orderly manner.

However, there are exceptions.

On that day, several lambs and a large lamb were slaughtered in the tribe, and the old patriarch Jida sent a child to deliver mutton to Guo Yang, and on the way, the child met Naren Toya.

"Battle, where are you carrying the mutton?" Naren Toya asked with a smile.

"Go and deliver mutton to Uncle Guo Yang." Battle said.

"Your master's name is Guo Yang? What a strange name. "Naren Toya knew that there was a southerner who lived nearby, but she really didn't know Guo Yang's name.

"Well, Uncle Guo Yang said, his name is Guo Yang, and he wants to be a sheep, a quiet, docile, auspicious and rich sheep." Battle said that he was full of respect for his master, and when other children called Guo Yang as their master, he wanted to call him Uncle Guo Yang, which he felt was more cordial.

"Quiet, docile, auspicious and abundant sheep...... Your master has a good idea, but in this messy world, I'm afraid he won't be able to make a lamb. Naren Toya muttered.

"Aunt Naren Toya, then I'll go." Battle said with a cultured voice.

"Hmmm......"

Naren Toya bit her lip, hesitated slightly, and suddenly said, "Battle, give me the mutton, and I'll send it to your master." ”

Battle was stunned for a moment and said, "No, the old patriarch asked me to send it, how can I trouble others." ”

Naren Toya looked at Battle's stubborn appearance, suddenly smiled, and said, "Our Battle is about to grow up, and they have learned to refuse. Okay, you send meat, I'll go in too, I have a word I want to ask your master. ”

Battle was a little reluctant, although Uncle Guo Yang didn't explicitly say that he shouldn't bother him if there was no major matter, but Battle knew that this Uncle Guo Yang really didn't like others to disturb him often.

"Let's go." Ignoring Battle's displeasure, Naren Toya walked straight to Guo Yang's tent.

Battle shook his head helplessly and followed in with the mutton.

Guo Yang's face was pale, his eyes were deep-set, his hair was scattered, and his white linen clothes were dirty.

He sat down on a leopard skin and drank, slowly, slowly, with his eyes wide open, but he did not see Narentoya and Battle who had entered the tent.

Guo Yang's tent was full of skins, leopard skins, tiger skins, wolf skins, sheepskins, cooked cow skins, bear skins, mink skins, and all the skins were covered with maps. In addition, a rudimentary wooden shelf was also stuffed with various skins, as well as some tortoise shells and animal bones.

There was a strange smell in the tent, neither fragrant nor smelly, anyway, this smell made Naren Toya's heart beat faster.

"Uncle Guo Yang, Battle has brought you mutton." Battle walked up to a huge bronze dome and threw the mutton into it.

Naren Toya was a little flustered, standing there at a loss, not knowing what to say.

This man made her feel strange, of course, not the kind of love that Ullihan gave her. In short, it's the kind of feeling that makes her feel mysterious and fascinating.

Guo Yang slowly withdrew his distracted gaze and smiled at Battle, very gentle, like a ray of sunshine.

He turned his head to look at Naren Toya, didn't say anything, just slowly put the wine he had been holding in his hand for an unknown amount of time to his mouth, and took a shallow sip.

Guo Yang...... I...... My name is Naren Toya, and I want to ask a question. Narentoya looked flustered, and she didn't know where to put her hands, so she nervously pinched the sheepskin robe on her body.

"Please." Guo Yang said with a smile, still with a very gentle smile.

Looking at Guo Yang's gentle and quiet face, Naren Tuoya's heart began to calm down, and she no longer stammered when she spoke: "Guo Yang, I heard that you want to help us Tengger people avenge and find those young people who were captured by the Bagen people?" ”

Guo Yang nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, the old patriarch Jida is the apprentice of my apprentice, and I have to find a way to help him get through the difficulties." ”

Naren Toya thought about it sideways and continued to ask, "But, it's been a few months, and winter is coming, why haven't you moved yet?" ”

Guo Yang looked at Naren Toya with interest, took a sip of wine, and said, "Anyway, those young people have become slaves of the Bagen people, being a slave for three days is similar to being a slave for a year, take your time." ”

Naren Toya's face turned red, and she held back for a long time, but she had nothing to say. This person promised the old patriarch Jida, saying that he wanted to help the Tengger people, but he did not see any actual actions, which inevitably made people wonder if this southerner was bragging and talking big.

"Take your time," Guo Yang said gently, "there are seven or eight thousand of those Bagan people, and all of them are heroes on horseback, and if you want to kill them, you have to take your time." ”

"Guo Yang, are you a little afraid of those Bagen people?" Naren Toya asked suddenly.

"Of course I'm afraid, there are so many of them, and they are all jackals who can fight well, not a herd of sheep." Guo Yang took a sip of wine and said.

Seeing that Naren Toya looked like she wanted to speak and stopped, Guo Yang continued: "Even if it is a flock of sheep, seven or eight thousand live lambs, with you Tengger people of less than a hundred people, it seems impossible to catch them all one by one and slaughter them, right?" ”

"But...... Ullihan may be being beaten by the Bagan, and the jackals of the steppe will be tormenting. As she spoke, she burst into tears, snot and tears.

"Without going through the ordeal, the eagle would not have flown into the sky. The Tengger man, if he can't bear the whip of the Bagan people, even if he is rescued, he will be a wreck. Guo Yang slowly lost that gentle smile, his expression began to become cold, and his whole temperament seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Naren Tuoya was stunned there, looking at Guo Yang's fierce and gloomy face, she only felt that her hands and feet were cold.

It's a lamb there, it's a wolf!

The totem of the Tengger people is a wolf, and their blood is said to flow half of the wolf blood, which is the most noble existence on the grassland, second only to the existence of Tengger Heaven.

However, at that moment, Guo Yang gave Naren Tuoya the feeling that she was completely a wolf, and all that flowed in his body might be the blood of a wolf.

This illusion has affected Naren Tuoya for many years, even after nearly a hundred years, Guo Yang has become a legend on the grassland, Naren Tuoya has grown old into a rag, like a thin shadow wandering in the grassland, she has always believed that Guo Yang is really a wolf, not at all what everyone says.

"Guo Yang, thank you." Naren Toya bit her lip, put down a word of thanks, and turned to walk out of Guo Yang's tent.

Guo Yang half-squinted, and watched Naren Tuoya pass through a large meadow, turn a hillside, and disappear completely.

Guo Yang's face showed a strange smile, which made Battle who was standing on the side very strange, following Guo Yang's gaze, the grassland was empty, there was nothing!

"Uncle Guo Yang, Aunt Naren Tuoya has left." Battle said.

"Hmm." Guo Yang replied absentmindedly.

"His man is Uncle Ullihan, the most handsome young man in our tribe." Battle continued.

"Hmm." Guo Yang was still a little absent-minded, and his face was slightly raised, as if looking into the depths of the sky.

Battle came out of the tent with a little face raised, but only three pigeons were seen.

The pigeons were all gray, a little tired, limping in the depths of the sky, looking at the direction, it was Uncle Guo Yang's tent.