Chapter 67 From today onwards, you will be called Zhai Qiu

Atmosphere or generosity refers to a person's demeanor, attitude, temperament, and bearing, which is an invisible force exuded by a person's comprehensive quality.

It is a kind of spirit that embraces all rivers and cherishes the sun and the moon, a kind of calm and generous, confident energy, and a mature and generous, quiet and harmonious bearing.

While this kind of atmosphere gives people a good impression, it also has a strong sense of oppression.

All along, Wang Xu gave Wang Li the feeling that this was the case.

The more I got to know Wang Xu, the stronger this feeling became, and the more I couldn't understand him.

Obviously a swear from the sky, but he is willing to work in person, whether it is a small matter such as cooking or digging pits, he has always refused to come, and everything must be taught and controlled.

But when it comes to things that Wang Li thinks are very important, this person doesn't seem to care, three thousand slaves, one thousand good horses, Wang Li feels that this condition is a bit excessive, but Wang Xu agreed without the slightest hesitation, and without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Li knew that even if he really took the two tribes of Linhu and Qiancheng, he would not be able to obtain too many good horses, and slaves should be an important resource, but Wang Xu allowed them to him.

This generosity has transcended the boundaries of allies.

This made Wang Li start to feel a little stressed.

"Why is Childe worried?" The Zhu family's inquiring voice woke up the pensive Wang Li.

"Huh? Are you back? Wang Li came back to his senses and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm a little sleepy, how was the result?" ”

"We have completed the expulsion mission, we have searched for all the wild horses, and the rest will be handed over to Tu Tan and the ink wolf." The Zhu family smiled: "Has there been progress on the emperor's side?" ”

"When you came, did you receive any other orders from your father? Or a directive? Wang Li frowned and asked.

The Zhu family raised his eyebrows slightly, "What does Childe refer to?" ”

"How on earth is my father going to use Donghu? I don't think he's going to do what I'm offering. "Wang Li Zhengse.

The Zhu family smiled, "It seems that the emperor has indeed gotten good news, so much so that the prince has begun to plot big things." ”

"So what?" Wang Li raised his eyebrows and asked.

"The head of the house just asked me to take care of you, as for the rest, I don't know at all." The Zhu family shook their heads.

"The five tribes of Donghu gather in Yandi, what do you think will happen?" Wang Li asked.

"Donghu comes and goes like the wind, mainly to plunder food and population, after the head of the family conquers Liaoyang, all the Yan people will be gathered into slaves, waiting for the king of Qin to pardon, if Donghu really comes at this time, it may only be possible to wait until the two armies face each other." The Zhu family thought for a while and said.

"I see." Wang Li's eyes suddenly lit up, "The two armies are facing each other, and the army is being dragged by Donghu, so it will be difficult for King Qin to fall into the army, so my father will definitely not be able to hold out." ”

The Zhu family shook his head: "Not necessarily." ”

Wang Li was stunned.

"The head of the family is waiting, it's not King Qin, it's not Donghu." The Zhu family narrowed their eyes, with a meaningful smile on the corner of their mouth, "It's the ancestor who is waiting." ”

Wang Li's breath stagnated, and his eyes widened, "Grandfather?!! ”

"You have such a big thing, how can the ancestor not know." The Zhu family patted Wang Li's shoulder, and looked at Wang Xu who came out of the palace, "I'll go and report the situation to the emperor." ”

Wang Li sat in a daze, a gust of autumn wind blew and made him shiver, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he didn't know when he was sweating, but he didn't know whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat.

After listening to the report of the Zhu family, Wang Xu looked up at the sunset that dyed the sky fiery red, "Mo Ding went to give the order, everyone returned to be on standby before dark, and the other prey in the forest didn't care." ”

Modding nodded, lifted his wolf-headed hat, and stepped onto his horse.

"Mr. Zhu has lost a lot of weight recently, so let's recuperate for a while." Wang Xu looked at the tanned face of the Zhu family and smiled.

"When the emperor is preparing to show his ambitions, how can Zhu be lazy?" The Zhu family chuckled and arched his hand, "During this period of time, I have learned a lot about cultivating by the sea, and the sea is indeed more vast and vast than the rivers. ”

"If Mr. Zhu likes that valley, he will build you another residence in the future." Wang Xu chuckled.

"Thank you for the emperor's kindness, although the sea is good, but in the end, it is only as comfortable as the small river in front of Zhu's house." The Zhu family smiled faintly, "Emperor, let's talk about the next itinerary." ”

"There may be only five hundred warriors in the Linhu tribe, but there will be fourteen small tribes passing along the way." Wang Xu smiled.

The Zhu family raised their eyebrows and thought for a moment, "So the emperor wants to quietly pass through the fourteen tribes and raid the Linhu tribe?" If you pretend to be those few Lin Hu fetters, it's not impossible, but there are too many people in five hundred, and there will definitely be fish that slip through the net. ”

"There are at least five thousand slaves in the Limhu tribe." Wang Xu said with a smile.

The Zhu family was stunned, "There shouldn't be enough time, it's too late to incite slaves." ”

"So this task can only be given to slaves." Wang Xu smiled, "As for us, what we need to do is to use the identity of those fetters to migrate the people of the fourteen tribes, and then replace them with our people." ”

The Zhu family blinked, revealing an expression of sudden realization, "What a trick to steal the beam and change the pillar, the emperor is high." ”

Wang Xu smiled: "Now I am only waiting for someone who is willing to take the lead." ”

"You might as well let Yu Chun go, I think he gets along with those people quite happily." The Zhu family looked at Yu Chun, who was mixed in the group of slaves in the small square not far away, and smiled.

"He's so stupid, we need someone who really understands slavery." Wang Xu smiled.

Slaves were a more humble species than savages, and in the course of their long enslavement, they were domesticated into working machines, depriving them of all the basic human traits, such as feelings, thoughts, and desires.

For slaves, even the desire to live is weak, and the reason why they did not choose to die was only because of an instinctive fear of death, so if nothing ignited their humanity, they would eventually become real machines.

In order to ignite this humanity, Wang Xu held a grand sacrificial ceremony for them, even though Yu Chun had expressed the greatest kindness to them before, but when the bonfire was lit, all the slaves still subconsciously chose panic and fear.

Because they were worried that what would be baked on the fire would become them.

All the slaves instinctively curled up together, shivering, and crying silently.

Because they have long lost the ability to vent their feelings by crying, they will shed tears, which is just a stimulus of physical fear.

For the first time, Wang Xu knew that more than 300 people were hugging in a group, and they could hug so tightly.

But one of them, a thin figure standing on the outermost periphery, caught Wang Xu's attention.

Because he was the only one, he didn't huddle with others, but chose to squat on the ground with his body hunched, which is a standard running position.

Wang Xu's eyes lit up, and in this slave, he saw the desire to survive.

The Lonely Bamboo Country is now composed of many tribes, and in addition to learning basic life skills, the fastest thing that other tribes have learned is the song and dance of the Yin Shang sacrifice.

The picture of more than 1,000 people sacrificing together is more than ten times more shocking than more than 100 people, as if the whole world is trapped in the Yin Shang witch spell that he can't understand even when he sleeps, but I don't know why, this kind of witch spell song and dance that often makes Wang Xu creepy makes the slaves quiet.

Wang Xu thinks that it may be due to the human instinct to watch the excitement, once attracted by the excitement, it will distract the fear.

After the sacrifice, after receiving all the slaves with the Tears of God and food, they found that instead of food, they had received food.

Other than that, they had no other thoughts, just took the food and devoured it, but soon they felt choked in their throats and couldn't swallow it, not because they choked too quickly, but because they couldn't breathe because they cried.

Then they began to cough, and as soon as they came out, they were as uncontrollable as a flood that burst their banks, and their heart-rending cries were even louder than the chanting of a thousand people.

Listening to it is heart-wrenching.

It's a howl that's been suppressed to the extreme.

Wang Xu pursed his lips, his expression never beared, and slowly became resolute.

At this moment, Wang Xu realized it profoundly.

Heaven and earth are a melting pot, all things are put into it and smelted, and if what is refined is hell, then for all things, heaven and earth are only hell, and if what is refined is heaven, then everything exists in heaven.

Wang Xu knew that it would be difficult for him to move heaven into the world, but he at least wanted to build a heaven so that they could see that there was something other than hell.

"Go and call him." Wang Xu pointed to the person who had been maintaining a vigilant posture of running.

Tu Tan looked at it, frowned slightly, and ran over.

Wang Xu looked at the person Tu Tan brought over, he was far away just now and didn't notice it, this was a man with a disfigured face, and half of his left side of his face was as hideous as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon.

Because he has already lost his appearance, and he is disfigured, he can't see this man's appearance at all.

"Do you have a name?" Wang Xu asked.

After hearing Tu Tan's translation, the man kneeling on the ground said in a hoarse voice, "I don't have a name, I just remember that my ancestor's surname is Zhai and I am from Qiancheng." ”

Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, and found that when he mentioned this clan, the man's vigilant eyes became fierce and gloomy.

reminded Wang Xu of the white wolf king who died under the Yuchun axe in the end.

"From today on, you will be called Zhai Qiu."