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Under the lamp, Jin Huer and Shunbuling sat silently, and the cool summer breeze slipped in from the curtain, flicking the lights to elongate the figures of the two.

After a long time, Shun Buling sighed deeply, "Have you thought about it?" As the saying goes, there is no turning back when you open the bow, and once this matter starts, whether it is good or bad, you can only grit your teeth and move forward. ”

Feeling the solemnity in Shunbuling's gaze, Jinhu'er's clenched fist had a little more strength, since he was a child, he had never felt that Shunbuling would have such a gaze, at least it had not appeared on him before.

Asking such a question now, it is clear that Shun Buling believes that he can make the right decision, and will support the decision he makes.

Jin Hu'er got up and knelt on the ground, "Uncle, Liu Xi is right, this is the last chance for our ** clan." ”

"Then, some people will lose their lives again."

Sighing again, Shunbuling's forehead was wrinkled deeply, as if someone had slashed there with a dagger, leaving a ravine that could no longer be smoothed.

Obviously, even if he already has a choice in his heart, there is still a difficult struggle to make this choice.

"Uncle, there will be no change of power without conquest, and there will be no rise of the ** clan, the Han people have a saying that is indeed very reasonable, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, for the prosperity of my ** clan always needs someone to shed blood, of course, if the situation is necessary, the child is also willing to exchange his life for this great change in the situation."

Shun Buling's gradually sparse brows tightened, loosened, and tightened again, and finally got up and staggered out, "I'm old and have no heirs, sooner or later, the ** clan will be handed over to you, since you are also determined to do this, then go." ”

The curtain swayed in the wind, Shunbuling's figure had disappeared, and Jin Hu'er slammed his head on the ground, and said very solemnly, "Thank you, uncle." ”

The next day, an iron horse came out of the western mountain and galloped to the place where the former royal court and the current Khan court of Muzat were located.

At the other end of the grassland, dozens of people stood on horseback, and for a long time a flying horse like a bird crossed the vast grassland from far and near.

"Childe, Jinhuer went to the Khan's court in Muzat."

Perhaps he wanted to tell the long-awaited news as soon as possible, but before the horse stopped, Huyan Qingshi couldn't wait to tell what he had discovered.

On horseback, Liu Xi and Ma Xiu looked at each other and smiled, thinking for a long time, this first step finally stepped out according to the plan, although it was for the mountain, but at least there was a good start.

After chuckling, Liu Xi glanced at Huyan Qingshi, who was dripping with sweat from the edge of the silver mask, and his sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the cloud sideburns, "Why didn't you see the young brother come back with you?" ”

After taking a few breaths, Huyan Qingshi hurriedly said again, "When I was inquiring about the news before, I suddenly saw a team of Huns galloping by, and seeing that they were moving quickly and were not like ordinary people, we were afraid that there was something important hidden in them, so we asked the young brother to track their whereabouts, and the broken prisoner rushed back to report the matter to Gongzi." ”

"Oh? In which direction are they heading? ”

"North of the Prairie."

Hearing Huyan Qingshi's words, Ma Xiu couldn't help but let out a low voice, "How can it be the north of the grassland?" ”

The north of the grassland is a barren place, if the west of the west mountain is a barren land, then the north of the grassland is not a single grass.

The Khan Court of Muzat is in the east of the grassland, and the Khan Court of Badam is in the south, and even Shunbuling, who avoided the trouble, only brought his people to the foot of the West Mountain, and never thought of migrating to the north of the grassland.

Grabbing the reins of the horse, Liu Xi said in a deep voice, "It seems that there must be something strange in this, let's go and see what is going on, so as not to put the young brother in danger." ”

After speaking, Liu Xi looked behind him, perhaps sensing his gaze, Ming Miao, who was sitting cross-legged on the green grass, put away the Jiaowei Qin that was caressing, jumped in his arms, and flew to sit on the back of the black horse that was grazing with his head down.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Liu Xi's mouth, the leather whip in his hand suddenly whipped a crisp sound, and his body galloped out like an arrow off the string.

Dozens of miles away in the north, the ground is barren and even the wild grass is rarely seen, and among the flying sand and cracked stones, a mountain range stands there alone, as if it rises from the ground, stands alone, and reaches into the sky.

Among the craggy rocks, Young Brother Hou was climbing under the boulder, the sunlight fell on the silver mask, reflecting the dazzling light, and the beads of sweat dripped down at the foot of the mountain a hundred meters below.

"Whoa!"

Hearing the sound of the gravel rolling under his feet, Young Brother Hou was immediately shocked in his heart, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Sure enough, the Huns in front of them, who were climbing with vigorous skills, stopped.

"Booming ......"

A figure with a hat jumped down from the peaks, with a fierce momentum, like a lightning bolt falling from the sky, only towards Young Brother Hou.

Not daring to be careless at all, Young Brother Hou hurriedly jumped elsewhere, and the gravel where he was before splashed and fell down like rain.

"I didn't expect that when my sect worked hard and planned for a long time, it still leaked the rumors, but judging from your skills, it seems that you are not a cultivator of Middle Earth, which is also strange."

Standing on a relatively flat boulder, Young Brother Hou, who was standing horizontally with a sword, was greatly surprised in his heart, he never thought that the person with the hat on the opposite side would actually speak a relatively pure Central Plains dialect.

Looking back at the bottom of the mountain, no one came, and Young Brother Hou understood that Huyan Qingshi had not yet arrived, but it was okay to avoid the son being hurt. Now that he has been recognized by the locality, even if he is invincible, his young brother Hou does not want to lose the morale of the Thirteenth Taibao.

Death, Young Brother Hou has never been afraid, not to mention that he is now a 'hidden dragon'.

The Hidden Dragon will only be in the sky.

Thinking about it, Young Brother Hou touched the silver mask on his cheek with a sweaty hand, and the dragon mark on it has now become the pillar of his spirit.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures swooped down from above, forming a corner to surround Young Brother Hou in the center.

The sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the person in the hat, the cold light flashed and pierced people's eyes, and Young Brother Hou raised his head and said very arrogantly, "I am the 'hidden dragon'." ”

"Huh, Hidden Dragon? Since they are all lurking and resting, wouldn't it be self-defeating to come out and jump? ”

When the hat man's voice fell, his figure also moved, jumped up, and kicked his right leg towards Young Brother Hou with the sound of hunting wind.

After following Liu Xi for a long time, Young Brother Hou could recognize that the other party was a cultivator at a glance, where could he catch such a blow, and he didn't dare to think about it immediately, and the lazy donkey rolled to the side.

"Lingering!"

The hat man said coldly, and rushed forward again, but Hou Shaodi saw the opportunity, and the carp jumped up, and the sword pointed directly at the face of the hat man.

Seeing this scene, the hat-fighting man chuckled, and actually caught the sword body of Young Brother Hou with two fingers, and then only heard a pleasant crisp sound.

The long sword snapped and fell on the rocks, splashing dust slightly.

Breaking Young Brother Hou's long sword, the hat man quickly stepped forward again, slapped Young Brother Hou in the chest, and then kicked him in the waist again.

Suddenly, like a paper kite with a broken thread, Young Brother Hou spat blood and looked at the fall from the mountain.

"I can't help myself, but since I was discovered, I still quickly inquired about the situation of the Fire Lingzhi, and then passed the news to Elder Kong as soon as possible."

The hat-bearer clasped his hands together in front of his chest, glanced at the Huns who were holding knives around him, immediately accepted the gesture, drank coldly, and then raised his legs and continued to walk up the mountain rock.

"I didn't expect to meet a disciple of the Buddha Sect, it was really an accident."

When the hat man was about to leave, a sound shadow jumped up, holding the young brother Hou who had just been knocked down the mountain by him in his arms, and holding a folding fan in his hand.