Chapter 67: Aisha's Devil

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Students like smart teachers, and similarly, teachers prefer good students who can understand a little bit and draw inferences.

The same classroom, the same way of education, but the students sitting below receive a world of different knowledge.

Some students easily absorb all the knowledge that Mr. taught in one day, and they have a sense of unfinished desire.

Some of the students stared at the big ignorant eyes and just wanted to ask what the gentleman was talking about.

When Tie Xinyuan went to school, there is no doubt that he has always been the darling in the eyes of Mr., whether it is in a private school, or in Wang Jiameng, or in Taixue, he is a rare talent in the eyes of Mr.

Mu Xin did not teach Tie Xinyuan for a long time, and even during this short time, whether Mu Xin liked Tie Xinyuan or not, at least, he enjoyed teaching Tie Xinyuan theology very much.

Mu Xin told himself more than once that he was seventy-five years old, and no matter how much the gods favored him, there was absolutely no way to live past the age of 100, and strive to live another ten years, which was one of Mu Sin's goals.

He felt it and was convinced.

Mu Xin rode on horseback, looking at the irascible Adan beside him, and he even thought sadly that if he died suddenly, a fool like Adan would be played to death by Tie Xinyuan.

As the teacher of these two people, he is qualified to make this statement.

By the time the army returned to Yanqi, the weather had cooled, especially near mountain lakes like Bosten Lake, where the grass had gradually turned yellow, and the Tarim River, which connected to Bosten Lake, had exposed strange rocky riverbeds, and some small puddles where fish were crowded with fish.

This scene didn't last long, and today you can see them foaming at each other, and tomorrow you will only see a pile of stinky fish.

The small puddle is actually a harbinger of Bosten Lake.

This pasture with abundant water and grass will become a dead Gobi in the near future.

Seeing this scene, Mu Xin remembered the sad words said by the sage Zhuangzi of the Song Dynasty, and he was so close to him that he would forget about each other in the rivers and lakes.

Returning to Yanqi, Boktu Khan seems to have completely lost his ambition to be aggressive, and he would rather return to Barasagon than march into Hami.

The ambitions of Nasser and the Turkmen were already very clear, and if they remained outside, the Great Qarakhanate would almost certainly fall apart, if not perish.

The weakness of every dynasty began with a division, and the mighty Roman Empire, which was as powerful as a god, soon lost its former majesty after being divided into two parts.

The Seljuk Turkmens are now attacking the Aladdin dynasty, and Baghdad is in jeopardy, and if the Seljuks capture Baghdad and take control of Aladdin, even Musin, the king of wisdom, will not be in danger.

At that time, who will care about himself, Boktu Khan, who will not hesitate to run thousands of miles for the holy war?

The center of gravity of the Khanate should be in the west, not in the barren east.

Once the idea had taken shape in his head, Boktu Khan ordered his 30,000 cavalry to leave Yanqi first and return to Barasagon to intimidate his ambitious brother.

It is strange that Boktu Khan, who was ready to be questioned by Musin, did not wait for Musin, but waited for the news that the Hami soldiers had left the Tianshan Mountain......

At first, Boktu Khan thought that the target of Hami's troops was himself, which made him extremely angry, and when he was about to recall the cavalry that had been gone for two days, he found that after Hami's army had left the mouth of the Guigu, he went straight to Beshbali to kill.

This practice is very much in line with the practice of the people of the Western Regions, after a good meal for the lion, there are always some wild dogs who will get a little leftovers.

Musin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came to the tent of Boktu Khan, and when he came, Boktu Khan was watching the singing and dancing of the beauty of the turtles.

Boktu Khan invited Musin to watch with him.

At the end of the dance, Mu Xin exclaimed: "The Turtle Dancing Girl is the best in the world, it really deserves its name, that is, such a race, people are reluctant to eliminate them, it is really a kind of truth that can survive for a long time." ”

Boktu Khan laughed and said, "It's just a group of inferior people who don't have a brave heart, why does Master Mu have such a high opinion of them? ”

Musin laughed and said, "The Great Khan doesn't know that when the wind comes, the tall trees will be broken, but the weeds will sway their bodies with the wind, and in order to survive, they will not hesitate to cling to the ground."

After the gale, the huge trees break and then wither, but the weeds straighten up again and continue to bask in the sun and soak up the dewdrops. ”

Boktu Khan was silent for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I would rather live like the poplar in this desert, alive, not dead for a thousand years, dead, not falling for a thousand years, falling, immortal for a thousand years."

I'd rather straighten my back in the wind, even if it breaks from it, than bend my back.

I am even more reluctant to turn my branches and leaves into needles, and hold my roots on stones, to be trampled by cattle and horses.

I live to be tall and upright, and I live to look into the distance, to meet the fiercest storms, to fight the most extreme droughts, and to die in large numbers rather than willingly.

In this way, it will live up to this life.

Master Mu, in this world, except for the gods, no one can make me bend my waist. ”

After listening to Boktu's words, Musin sighed, stroked his chest, and then exited the tent, and as he exited, he heard another fierce tambourine sound from the tent.

"No one wants to be humbled, Boktu! If you are so proud, it will kill you in the end.

You have given Iron Heart Source time, and that time will surely kill you in the future.

You are different from Tie Xinyuan, he can act as a maggot in order to survive, and a long time ago, I wanted him to forget his dignity in an extremely humiliating way.

As a result, humiliation is accepted, but dignity is not lost, and humiliation is turned into hatred.

Boketu: You will regret the big words you said today. ”

Standing outside the tent, Musin spoke a long speech into the tent, which he knew Boktu could not hear.

These words were meant to be said to his face, but Mousin saw in Boktu's eyes a deep irritation and disgust, and it was useless to say more.

No matter how stupid Adan is, he can see that his teacher is unhappy now.

He didn't have the heart to think about why his husband was upset, and he always kept his eyes fixed on a large tent that had just been erected.

Mu Xin quickly noticed this, glanced at the tent with the flying eagle flag and said, "Who is the person from the Flying Eagle Mountain?" Wang Qi? Nasser? ”

Adan said happily: "Master Mu, Aisha is here. ”

Musin's brow furrowed immediately.

Aisha is the youngest daughter of Nasser, the saint whom Hassan has personally blessed, in the name of luck, with the surname of the gods, and the eyeballs of Nasser, how did she return to the war-torn Uighurs?

Mu Xin didn't have time to think, a petite god with a black veil on his face jumped out of the tent and rushed into Mu Sin's arms, under her silver bell-like laughter, the yin owl like Mu Xin couldn't help but show a loving smile, threw the scepter to Adam, who was smirking on the side, and held Aisha's little face and said, "My heart, how can you go back and forth?"

This is not the place you should be, you should stay in Eagle Mountain and play with your female companions. ”

Aisha tugged at Mu Sin's snow-white beard and said, "Grandpa Mu Xin is here, Aisha will naturally come, I still have a lot of questions to ask Grandpa Mu Sin." ”

Mu Xin let go of Aisha's slender waist, but dragged her hand as she walked, "What questions does lucky Aisha have for Grandpa?" Know that my Aisha is a lucky one blessed by the gods, and should not have any troubles. ”

Aisha hugged Musin's arm with her backhand and said: "The Prophet Muhammad once said that learning should be sought even if it is far away in China, and I have come to see China." ”

Mu Xin smiled: "There are still 10,000 miles away from China, and my Aisha can't go." ”

"But, Grandpa Musin, you've also been to China? I heard that the Khitan force was very strong, and it was very lively. I'd love to go to a place full of lakes and rivers, Flying Eagle Mountain is dusty and dirty. ”

Mu Xin patted Aisha's little face and said: "My heart, China and Khitan are two countries, to be precise, the current China is called the Song State, the Khitan is a huge country in the east, and the Song State is a big country in the south.

The two should not be confused, otherwise the Song people will be very unhappy. ”

"Why?"

Mu Xin laughed and said, "Because the elegant Song people think that except for them, the rest of the countries are barbarians!" ”

"Barbarians? What do you mean? ”

"Barbarian means savage!"

"Damn the Song people, the Prophet Muhammad said, whether it is the Bo people or the Persians, they are all people who can be edified, they are clean and have no stain, why do those Song people say this about us?"

Musin dragged Aisha along Bosten Lake and said to Aisha with some embarrassment: "In some ways, we are indeed like a group of barbarians compared to the Song people.

They built huge cities, with the most beautiful writings, noble and dignified poets, emperors who worried about the country and the people, and simple and kind people, and the prosperity of the land was comparable only to the land of the gods. “

Even though Musin very much hoped that the flame of the holy war would reach the Song Kingdom, as a wise man, he was reluctant to say something unintentional.

Many times, Musin's words are the truth, which makes Aisha difficult to argue.

Seeing Bosten Lake, where the water level was already very low, Aisha pointed to the surface of the lake and said, "Where is the water in the big lake?" ”

Mu Xin smiled: "It was taken by a Song man." ”

"Taken? How to take it? ”

Musin looked at Aisha's bewildered eyes and laughed, "Naturally, the embankment was dug and the Tarim River flowed as he wished, where he wanted the river to stay. ”

"What to do here?"

Aisha blinked wide-eyed and looked around, there were lush forests and grassy meadows, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like if it was dead silent.

"Devil!"

Mu Sin patted Aisha's little hand lovingly and said, "Yes, this devil is now our enemy......" (To be continued. )