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"Haotian God, should I believe him?"

The old slave leaned his back and pointed at Yan Eighteen who was getting closer and closer with an arrow, this person looked like a noble nobleman, his demeanor was subtle and arrogant, even if I pointed an arrow at him, but he still went his own way, yes, I am a slave, a slave would not dare to shoot arrows at the nobles.

"So, should I trust him?"

Thirty steps apart, Luo Tong and Yan Eighteen's eyes met, what kind of eyes were they, as if they could directly see into people's hearts and understand the panic in the hearts of the old slaves. The old slave's heart was pounding, his hands were trembling, and he was holding his bow and arrows tightly, fearing that one would let it fly out if he was not careful.

"No, I can't believe him, the head of the house has been gone for a year, but there has been no news. Ever since the mild-mannered young nobleman came, it had not been frequented by anyone. The nobleman was a friend of the head of the house, and he told me that the head of the house would not come back for a while, and that I should close the fence and guard the territory until the day the head of the house returned. ”

Luo Tong's face was covered with sweat, and his palms were also sticky, he tightened the bow on his hand, raised his throat, and shouted again: "Honorable guest, if you are coming from Yanjing City, then, please show the jade seal of the king, or the festival of Zongji Mansion." ”

The hoarse voice spread far away, the old Qing Xiang who was riding on the horse pulled his eyebrows, and Che Jing frowned, even Yan Shibai's footsteps couldn't help but pause, obviously, they didn't expect an old slave to know so much.

Of course, Luo Tong didn't understand, these were all taught to him by the young nobleman who rode a horse and hung a sword, and the nobleman once pointed to this thin fence and told Luo Tong that as long as there is no jade seal of the king or the festival of Zongjifu, then no one has the right to forcibly open this fence, otherwise, it will be a challenge to the order of the world, and you can shoot him. And the nobleman was afraid that Luo Tong would be deceived, and he also used his sword to carefully draw the appearance of the jade seal and the festival on the ground. Then the nobleman mounted his horse and left Luoyi, saying that he was going to travel around the world, and that he might not return for the rest of his life.

"It seems that this little Luoyi is very difficult to enter."

Che Jing walked to the horse, uncovered the brocade bag hanging on the horse's belly, but did not take out the jade seal that represented the king of a country, but looked at Yan Eighteen, waiting for Yan Eighteen to order.

Lao Qingxiang sneered.

Who knows, Yan Shibai seemed to know what his teacher was doing, he waved his hand with his back to Che Jing, and then took out something from his arms, held it, and said loudly: "I don't have the jade seal of the king, nor do I have the edict of Zongji Mansion, and I don't have the slightest malice, and I am not here to deprive you of the title of the head of the family." I'm his friend, perhaps, you know this. ”

It was a black jade, with a Xuanniao carved on the front and a 'swallow' character engraved on the back, and the carving technique was very rough, like a plaything improvised by a naughty child, and the sun did not shine when it fell on it. However, it was such an inconspicuous thing that made Luo Tong's eyes widen and he put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Distinguished guests, friends of the head of the family, welcome to Luoyi."

The fence slowly opened, and Hitomi, dressed in coarse linen, fell to her knees on the slope.

Yan Shibai smiled slightly, and treasured the black jade in his arms, at this moment, the smile of this King of Ten Thousand Vehicles was so clean and pure, he was very happy, and walked towards the slope, a group of slaves were prostrate in front of the fence, there were men and women, old and young, but there was no man in the prime of life, even if there was, it was also missing arms and legs.

The moment the old slave raised his head, he caught the doubt in Yan Shibai's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, the sons and daughters of the city, all those who are over sixteen years old, under forty years old, and have sound limbs, have followed the head of the family to fight. ”

Yan 18 was silent, through the fence, the eyes suddenly opened up, the spring breeze blew through the valley, the green corn fields were distributed in an orderly manner, a pool of turquoise lakes was embedded in the Qianmo, and the tall waterwheel stirred the white waves, scattering the precious water source in all directions.

Riding a horse, slowly walking through Tianlong, the horse's hooves stepped on the soft soil, and the spring breeze came to the face, bringing the fragrance of peach blossoms, which was refreshing. An undriven wooden ox approached him, carrying a shovel, hoe and other things on the back of the wooden ox.

Yan *** took a look at the horns of the wooden cow.

The old slave walked beside Yan Eighteen's horse with a cane, he looked at the wooden ox proudly, and said with a smile: "This wooden ox was made by a baby in the city, it can not only be used to carry animals, but also to plow the fields. ”

"Where's that man?" Yan Eighteen asked.

The old slave replied, "I have gone to war with the master of the house." ”

Yan Shibai was silent, turned his head and glanced at Lao Qingxiang, since he entered Luoyi, Guan Ion's demeanor was like the deep water of that lake, silent, without saying a word.

In March, it is the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the peach blossoms are enchantingly blooming, and the ten-mile peach forest is like a wreath of flowers around the bare stone mountain.

The spring breeze swept through the peach forest, and the fallen flowers fell one after another, staining their hair and dyeing the iron armor red.

Yan Eighteen came to the front of the lord's mansion, stood in front of the tall stone statue, stared at the person and the bird, and looked at the statue's gaze, after a while, he smiled: "The god is similar but not the shape, the corners of Ji Lie's mouth are slightly upturned, not like this." As he spoke, he pursed his mouth and wrinkled his jaws as hard as he could. Like a little kid.

Cha Jing turned his back, raised his fist to his mouth, and smiled.

Looking at Yan Shiba's demeanor, Lao Qingxiang's expression was a little dazed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The old slave leaned his back and said with a secret smile: "You don't know, back then, when the head of the family first came here, the fief was this stone mountain, and there was no food at all, even if you could pick some peaches, but it was difficult to preserve, and you could only rely on the loan of the general's mansion to survive, and the head of the family was worried." On that day, the head of the family stood on this stone, watching the distant sunset slowly set, for a whole day and a night. Therefore, the corners of the mouth of the head of the house at that time were indeed exactly the same as this stone statue. ”

"And then?" Yan Eighteen walked to the side of the stone statue, turned around, and looked into the distance in line with the stone statue's gaze.

"Later...... The next day, the head of the family put on his armor and summoned his sons to go to Yanjing, with the generals to fight in the east and west, in Longshan, in the source of the glacier, for three years without day and night, when he went to eight hundred sons, he returned only three hundred, but he earned the fertile land in front. The old slave has never been to Longshan, let alone the source of the glacier in the far north, I heard that it is very cold there, ten times colder than here, when the head of the house came back, his face was injured, there were also injuries on his back, and there were two missing toes, but the head of the house was smiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. ”

"The head of the family often said that it was Yan Guo who gave him a second life, and it was the war that allowed this life to continue. The blood of the Yan people is iron. ”

The old slave's voice grew lower and lower, and gradually began to cry.

Yan Shibai listened silently, his bright eyes seemed to be blocked by a layer of mist, from his point of view, the red sun hung in the sky, and the barrier green mountains stretched like a wall in the distance, tightly clamping people's chests, making people breathless, he really wanted to let out a long howl, but he silently endured it, let go of his fist, and sighed: "The development of any piece of land is accompanied by the passing of life, blood and fire. ”

Lao Qing said: "Yan Di is barren, and it is not strong enough to live." ”

Che Jing said: "The external strength is just the withering of the old tree, and only a heavenly fire can be attached to a torch." Only the inner strength is Jin Jian unbreakable, and Yan Guo can no longer bleed. ”

"If you don't shed blood, will you gnaw stones?" Lao Qingxiang smiled coldly, and no longer quarreled with Che Jing, the people of the Mo family are so ridiculous, they wander in the world of great disputes, full of vicissitudes and wars, but they are still pedantic and greedy, under this heavenly dome, how can there be any benevolent world?

The old slave couldn't understand what these nobles were saying, but as a slave, he didn't need to understand, so he waved his hand and ordered the female slaves to put out a dwarf case, and bring spring peach fruit wine and all kinds of food.

The crimson peach wine was poured into the wine bowl, and the bowl was full, Yan Shibai held the wine bowl and drank it cleanly, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "This wine is exactly the same as Anguo's spring peach fruit wine." ”

The Grand Historian nodded in approval.

Che Ying doesn't like this kind of mellow fruit wine very much, he prefers the corn wine made by the Yan people, which is strong enough and strong, and in the ten years in Anguo, his mouth is about to fade out of the bird.

"Is there any swallow wine?" Che Ying asked stiffly.

"Yes, please wait."

The old slave personally went to the lord's cellar and came out with a jar of Yan wine, and filled it with several distinguished guests, and when he poured wine for Yan Eighteen, he hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "The distinguished guest is a friend of the head of the family, do you know where the master of the house is?" ”

Yan Eighteen was stunned for a moment: "Presumably, he is now in Anguo." ”

"Anguo, what kind of place is that? Is there a big Yongyuan? The old slave's eyes lit up for a moment.

Yan Shibai picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and said indifferently: "Thousands of miles away, from here to Anguo, even if it is a fast horse, it will take half a year, if you want to find him, I am afraid you will die on the road." ”

"Old slave, can the old slave go and find it?" The old slave's voice trembled.

At this time, the female slaves with their heads bowed, as well as the slave boys hiding behind the trees, including the middle-aged slaves who were walking around in the distance with missing arms and legs, they all looked at Yan Eighteen one after another, those eyes were as bright as the old slaves, and the meaning in them was extremely complex, including hope, timidity, and humble begging.

Yan Eighteen took a secret breath, stood up, walked to the stone statue, and said loudly, "I can give you a choice, leave here, or wait here." Those who leave will be able to walk freely, but they will lose the land you have just sown. Those who wait here will own the land, and no one will ever take it away from you. And here, it is still the territory of Yu Lie, the second-class baron of Dayan, forever. ”

"Think twice!"

This time, the old minister and the great historian shouted at the same time, you know, although the territory of the nobles can not be easily recovered, but it will not be easily given, the lord and the territory are related to rest, if the lord dies and no one inherits the territory, it will be taken back by the feudal monarch, and the territory and the lord's title will be reduced from generation to generation. Therefore, as soon as this opening is opened, it is not a problem of a small piece of land, but a problem of order in the entire Yan Kingdom.

"I've made up my mind."

Yan Shibai stood in front of the stone statue, smiling faintly, that smile was cold and weird. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.