The bastard in Kublai Khan's mind was on the top of a mountain in the distance, looking at him from afar.

In May, the night in the mountains of northern Sichuan is still a little cool, wisps of evening breeze sweep between the branches, bringing the sound of swaying between the leaves, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky like a hook, illuminating the vast expanse between the ups and downs.

Changsun Hong, dressed in a light short shirt, half-squatted on a raised boulder, his black clothes completely concealed his figure in the night, and he was one with the rock, and from a distance, no one would notice that there was a person squatting here.

His eyesight was good, and his bright eyes sparkled like a falcon, and he crouched here, and could see from afar the sparkling fires on the plains below the mountain, which were the light of the campfires on either side of a wooden wall and a river.

The mountain is steep and difficult to climb, and ordinary mountain people rarely set foot here, and they don't know how Changsun Hong appeared here in the middle of the night.

The rocks stand on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the low shrubs that are customary in northern Sichuan, and some tall pine trees stand behind them, growing out of the cracks in the rocks like needles, strong and warm, showing the tenacity of life to the fullest.

Kowloon Onde squatted far behind Changsun Hong, quiet as a small rock.

In the night breeze, he seemed to hear a few muttering words floating from the figure in front of him, faintly, and he couldn't hear it clearly, as if it was a poem like "Battlefield Yellow Flowers are Extraordinarily Fragrant", he was not good at this, so he didn't know why.

His mission is to protect the safety of the Ghost King, so it doesn't matter if he can't hear clearly, Kowloon Angde squatted on the ground faithfully, vigilantly watching the movements around him, just in case.

A black shadow came up from the rocky mountain road below, and when it got closer, it went through several checks before it came to the place where Kowloon Angde was, took a breath, and wiped his sweat.

Kowloon Angde judged who this was from the other party's voice and body, but he still followed the rules and carefully searched the body of the person who came, so as to prevent any sharp weapons from hiding on the other party's body.

The person who came seemed to know the rules of Shimenfan, obediently raised his hand to let him search his body, looked in the direction of Changsun Hong, and asked in a low voice: "The ghost king is here alone?" ”

Jiulong Angde naturally found nothing, he nodded, and said reassuringly: "The ghost king has been here for most of the night, and he is observing the formation of the north captives under the mountain, you go over and pick up the important ones, don't disturb his thoughts." ”

"I know that." The visitor nodded, straightened his clothes--- although the light was dark, no one could see that his clothes were untidy--- and then slowly walked up to the rock, squatted two steps behind Changsun Hong, and bowed his hands deeply.

"Rao Qianqi, the commander of the dark ghost in Hanzhong and the deputy general of the northwest garrison of the Imperial City Division, has something important, and I will report to Lord Changsun!"

Changsun Hong's body didn't move, he turned his head back, and after seeing the person who came, he turned back again, and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?" ”

"Before dawn this morning, the news of Lord Jin Rucheng came from Mobei, he asked someone to bring a wax sealed secret letter, saying that there was important news to be opened by the adult himself, and the villain did not dare to delay.

Rao Qianqi said as he respectfully handed over a wax pill the size of a rice ball in his palm.

Changsun Hong did not hesitate and took it.

The surface of the wax seal was smashed, and a thick ovoid object was wrapped in oiled paper, which was heavy and broken, and a small piece of paper was exposed.

The moonlight is like washing, shining on the earth, on the top of this mountain is as bright as the day, Rao Qianqi intimate and lit a shading fire fold, come closer, Changsun Hong does not need lights, can take advantage of the bright moon dark fire, slowly read the words on the letter.

Rao Qianqi turned his face away and didn't look at the words on the paper.

After reading it, the eldest grandson thought about it twice before she broke the fire and burned the letter paper.

In this process, whether it was Rao Qianqi near or Kowloon Onde a little farther away, they all lowered their heads and did not say a word.

"Commander Rao, how many years have you been joining the Dark Ghost?" They didn't speak, but Changsun Hong spoke first, and he changed his squatting posture to sit on the ground, sitting cross-legged on the rock, and his posture was very casual.

"Well, if you do the math, it's been two years." Rao Qianqi was about to return to his life and leave, but he didn't expect Changsun Hong to suddenly ask this, he was slightly stunned, and quickly replied.

"Joining the dark ghosts, but enduring humiliation and burden, lurking in the Imperial City Division to do things for Dali, it's sour, it's really difficult, are you hard?"

The faint inquiry made Rao Qianqi cry, he fell to the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Where is the adult!" More than 10 members of my family were killed by the Mongols, the court was powerless, thanks to the adults to avenge my hatred, slaughtered the animals so that my whole family could be blinded, this kindness, I spared thousands of feet and could not repay, only this life to the adults, these things, it is reasonable, Rao is willing to do it, it doesn't matter whether it is hard or not! ”

Changsun Hong looked at him, nodded lightly, and said, "Go ahead, this matter is my internal affair in Dali, and there is no need to report it to the Imperial City Division, do you understand?" ”

"Understand, I know, villains have always been very clear about doing things, Dali and the court are clearly separated, adults can rest assured." Rao Qianqi said: "The people below are also my people, the court has no hands and feet to stick in, and if the adults don't want the court to know, they won't hand over a word." ”

"That's very good, you go all the way, go down and rest."

Rao Qianqi took the order and left, Jiulong Angde sent him away, and only then did he turn around, but when he came back, he saw that Changsun Hong was still sitting there cross-legged, not moving.

Holding the knife, Kowloon Angde stood in the position where he had just stood, where there were already two footprints deep on the soft earth, and he put the footboard in the footprints, and continued to squat half-squatting like a sculpture.

The eldest grandson Hong on the rock has been silent and has not moved, as if he has really merged with the big stone, and his posture is as vigorous as Matsusaka in the crack of the stone next to him.

Jiulong Ander had no waves in his heart at all, as a person who had been by Changsun Hong's side, he knew that the ghost king in this state was generally in deep thought, it was best not to disturb him, and the big thing should wait until the moment he stood up automatically.

The sky and the earth are big, the ghost king is the largest, and the simple heart of Kowloon Ander contains this truth.

So far in his life, the most knowledgeable, the most capable, and the most courageous person he has ever seen is Changsun Hong, from the age of thirteen when he first saw the ghost king---- when he was still a child--- Changsun Hong's words and deeds have left a deep imprint in his heart, and smoke will never die, Changsun Hong is the god of the barbarians, is the king of no one.

As the night mist gradually rises, a thin layer of water vapor begins to rise between the cols, and then rises slowly along the ridges, and when the sun rises, they will rise halfway up the mountain, shrouding the whole mountain in the morning mist, like a dream, a fairyland-like haze.

This is a very common natural phenomenon in the mountainous areas of northern Sichuan.

Kowloon Onde maintained a hundred percent spirit in the mist, and when it was nearly three watches, he was not tired at all, and he was still paying attention to the movements around him as at the beginning.

Changsun Hong stood up in the mist, he walked over, flicked the fog-soaked clothes on his body, walked past Kowloon Onde, and left a sentence: "Go, go down the mountain, there will be a battle tomorrow." ”

Kowloon Onde silently followed him, pursed his lips in the darkness and let out a night sparrow's chirp.

Countless dark ghosts appeared in the darkness, silently following the two of them, climbing away from the top of the mountain.

God, it will soon be dawn.

(End of chapter)