The laughter of the reckless man was like a mandrill crying at night, and it also startled the night birds, and the mountains and forests did not stop for a long time.

The Jurchen old man who was beating the piano and singing shrank in the corner of the fire, just looking at it coldly, and did not make a sound to remind him. After a while, when the Song people were all cleared, they saw the fur wrap behind the old man move, and stretched out a white and tender little hand.

The old man first reached out and patted his little hand, and then he took out a piece of dried milk and a piece of black horse meat from his food sac and stuffed them into the wrap. After a while, I saw a small human head popping out of the bunch, blinking his eyes and sticking out his tongue and making a sound, the old man smiled and untied the water bladder for him, and when he had drunk enough, he took it back and said in Jurchen words: "Go back to sleep, don't make a sound." ”

The little man looked like he was about five or six years old, but by looking at his clever eyes, you could see that he was intelligent, so that he would not obediently listen, but boldly got out of the pack, and got into the old man's arms, but he slipped naked and unclothed.

The villain shrank in the old man's arms, carefully looked at the people resting around the fire with a pair of brown eyes, and focused on the weapons in everyone's hands, and after a while, he asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, can the Song people kill the big hero?" ”

The old Jurchen man shook his head slightly, but corrected: "Ah Zhen, Ah Gu Da is the hero of the Wanyan Department, but he is also the mortal enemy of our Su Shi Lie Department, the Song people are willing to help us kill A Gu Da, no matter whether they succeed or not, the Song people are our good friends and great heroes." ”

Ah Zhen tilted his head and looked at the old man's face, and said with a firm face: "Grandpa, when I grow up, I will kill Ah Guda!" ”

The old man shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted Ah Zhen's head gently, but he pointed to a thin man lying on his side in the distance, who was called a Qing Daoist by the Song people, and said: "Ah Zhen, tomorrow Grandpa will lead the Song heroes to kill Ah Guda, you have to follow the leader of the Song heroes, you have to listen to him well, you have to be his apprentice and son, and you have to learn from him the martial arts of horseback riding, archery and sword." If Grandpa and the Song heroes can't kill Ah Guta, you will have to kill him when you grow up. If Grandpa and the heroes succeed, then when you grow up, you must gather your clansmen, kill all the men of the Yan Division, rob all the women of the Yan Division, and make our Fu Shi Lie Department grow stronger again. ”

Ah Zhen listened carefully, and when the old man explained that he was going to kill all the men and the women who had robbed all the faces, a green light like a hungry wolf appeared in the eyes of the little man.

When the old Jurchen saw him, he smiled slightly, and continued to murmur: "Ah Zhen, your brother Ah Shu is a fool, he can't fight Ah Gu, and the Su Shi Lie Department will eventually be destroyed in his hands." Although you are born from your father and the wild girl, you also have the blood of the Fushi Spirits in your body, and the Fushi Spirits will eventually bow to your feet. ”

The murmur of the old man's mouth, like a ballad with a mysterious rhythm, soon caused Ah Zhen to fall into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a bamboo basket carried on horseback, and a long team of horses in front of him and behind him were moving along the winding mountain road.

Looking sideways, Ah Zhen saw his grandfather who was leading the horse and walking in front, and the gray-white fur cloak on his grandfather's body and the five-tailed scepter he was holding in his hand were very conspicuous signs. Then, he heard a cough from beside him, and in the bamboo basket on the other side of the horse, the person lying on the other side of the horse was the leader of the Song people, the Taoist chief called Yiqing.

At this time, Ah Zhen seemed to see that the face of the chief of Yiqing Dao was very gray, and there was no blood at all, and there were strips of cloth on his chest and right arm that were oozing blood, and he would cough from time to time and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. I heard my grandfather say that the injury of the head of the first Qingdao was shot through the right chest by an arrow, and if such a serious injury was a person from the Fushi Liebu, I was afraid that he would not live for three days, but the chief of the first Qingdao survived, and it seems that he will get better day by day.

After walking for a while, Ah Zhen felt that the bamboo basket was too bumpy, so he sat up boldly, leaned on the edge of the basket and looked left and right to check the scenery along the way, walked through a mountain road, and asked him to accidentally find that the grass next to the road was full of sweet grass roots, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out a lot of bites to play, turned his head and saw a Qingdao chief staring at the sweet grass roots in his hand, so he chose a few and handed them over: "Give ...... Eat...... Sweet! ”

Ah Zhen didn't learn much from his grandfather, but he could remember his grandfather's words, listen to the words of the Qing Daoist, be his apprentice and son, and learn from him the martial arts of horseback riding, archery, and sword-wielding. Then Ah Zhen began to think crankily again, and began to recall the things that his grandfather told him these days, for example, his father Ah Hai is the big head of the Xingxian Water Lie Tribe, and his mother is a wild Jurchen on the Pearl River, and his grandfather's name is Brother Ato, who is the Fengshan dog of the Sushi Lie Department (Chuan Ren, a mountain patrolman), after his mother gave birth to himself, his father was worried that he would be murdered by his brother Ah Shu, so he entrusted himself to his grandfather to raise, and he will also be the head of the Su Shi Lie Department in the future, if he can defeat Ah Shu, he may be able to be a big head.

The procession walked for a long time, and only then did it stop when the sun was about to rise in the middle of the sky.

Still the reckless man, he rode his horse forward and said in Song Yan: "In front of you is the Pearl River (Songhua River), don't cross it!" ”

Everyone shouted in unison, and quickly divided into two teams, one led by the reckless man, counting the Jurchen old man holding the five-tailed scepter, a total of eighteen people. The other group was a man in his early twenties, with three men wrapped in scarves, as well as a Qingdao chief and a Jurchen doll Ah Zhen lying among the pack horses.

The reckless man looked at the head of the Qingdao who was stiffly standing up on the pack, and after laughing three times, he clasped his fists at him and said, "The king of Henan strikes iron!" ”

The man behind him crossed his hands and clenched his fists in turn, and reported his name:

A tall and thin man, carrying a pair of five-foot iron rods, with a Chinese character face and beard, hugged his fists and smiled: "Taiyuan Double Stick Lang Li Er!" ”

A short and fat man, holding a long melon hammer, with a beard on his face, said with his hands forked: "Zhao Neng, the ghost of the river knocking head!" ”

A sturdy man, white-faced and beardless, with a knife tied to his waist, and an iron spear hanging on the victory hook on the horse's belly, he also gave his hand: "Chen Fu, who is really in the way!" ”

“…………”

The Song people's men, all crossed their hands and clenched their fists to say goodbye to Yiqing's name, each time they reported a name, Yiqing nodded vigorously, as if to record the person's name in his heart, and finally the Jurchen old man was also infected, so he also shook his fist and hit his chest, and said with Jurchen etiquette: "Brother Ato, the mountain dog of the Fushi Liebu!" ”

At this time, I heard a childish child's voice shouting: "Fu Shi Liebu...... The little head man Ah Zhen! ”

This child's voice sounded, and immediately attracted laughter, and the king of Henan whistled with iron, and then turned his horse's head and galloped north, but he did not forget to shout: "The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever!" A Qingdao chief, I will say goodbye here, farewell today, goodbye to the rivers and lakes in the future! ”

Yiqing was just choked, but he couldn't say a word.

However, the little baby Ah Zhen stood in the bamboo basket with a serious face, watching from a distance as the figure of Brother Ah Tuo gradually faded away, and finally disappeared at the end of the field of vision.