"Vaishyas?" Zhao Yun looked at the young man in front of him, his face was like a plateau red.

He is familiar with history, how he does not know, this is a name in Buddhism, similar to the Taoist legend of Rakshasa.

"It turns out that my predecessors were Buddhists." Zhao Yun's face turned a little colder.

He didn't have a good impression of the bald donkeys, and as soon as he arrived in the Central Plains, he spread his beliefs vigorously, which was much faster than Taoism, a religion in real estate.

Zhao Yun also recognized it at this moment. The Tiger King in the woods of Murong Mountain City has this old man in his memory, and he should still be Hua Tuo's master, and he is not the same.

"The virtuous nephew misunderstood, the old man is not a Buddhist." The coastal hermit waved his hand again and again: "It's just that when I was in Luoyang, I met some people from the Buddhist sect and discussed their teachings. ”

"The boy was born with a terrible disease, had sarcoma on his face, and looked disgusting, and suddenly remembered what they were talking about Vishaja."

"Oh, little brother, do you need to change your name?" Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, among the Han people, there is no such name, it is difficult to write, and it is difficult to call." ”

"No!" Vaishya shook his head resolutely: "Master, when his old man met me, he was so ugly. He said that the red ones on his face will disappear when he becomes an adult. I want to remember everything now. ”

"Good boy." Zhao Yun didn't care, turned his head and said to the old man, "Could it be that the seniors are familiar with the elders in the family?" ”

"The old man has met your father, and he is an equal." The coastal hermit suddenly realized that he had always called him a virtuous nephew, and he must be older than his father's generation, and he had not yet explained.

"At that time, your father often traveled back and forth to Mobei, and the old man would go deep into the grassland from time to time. As for this nickname, it was called by his friends because the old man had lived by the sea for a long time. ”

There are some strange things in the world, maybe because he is too old, or maybe he has a bad reputation when he was young, and Zhao Yun doesn't ask the old man's name, anyway, he can ask about his father in the future.

"Uncle, if there is anything you need Yun to help with, just ask." Seeing that the old man wanted to speak and stopped, Zhao Yun was a little curious, and said in a big way: "No matter what it is, Yun will definitely do his best." ”

The coastal hermit looked lovingly at the disciple, and then at the people around him.

"Uncle but it doesn't hurt to say," Zhao Yun chuckled: "These are all people with the heart of the cloud." ”

"Virtuous nephew, the old man does have a reluctant request." The old man sighed: "But it is said that on the coast of the North Sea, a demon was born, and the descendants of a friend were beaten, and the old man planned to go with his colleagues." ”

"This is unpredictable, the old man is about to die, but this child can't follow the old man to go on an adventure."

This is the prototype of martial arts? Zhao Yun was stunned.

As far as he knows, there are no sects at all now, and the guidance technique or fist and foot kung fu are in the hands of all kinds of wealthy families, and there are also some retail investors whose ancestors are glorious and now broken.

Of course, many cultivators in the pre-Qin period were forced by the First Emperor and drifted away, naturally taking their own cultivation system with them.

"No problem, little brother will follow the cloud in the future." Zhao Yun was ecstatic.

Don't talk about the little guy's martial arts, that is, he can make a living between Mobei and Baishan and Black Water, and like Liang Xue's juniors, he is the ideal candidate to wave his army to this area in the future.

"Master, the apprentice doesn't want to leave you." Vishaja's eyes were red, and he hugged the old man's thigh and didn't let go.

"Idiot, I calculated a hexagram for myself for the teacher, and there is no life in ten deaths, but it is a dead end." The coastal hermit touched the child's head: "I have taught you everything for the teacher, and it will depend on your own understanding in the future." ”

"Yours for those two birds?" Zhang Fei suddenly interjected.

High in the air, the two Hai Dongqing have been circling.

Vishaja whistled, and the little black fell down and stood firmly in the palm of his hand.

He gently combed its feathers with his hands, secretly using a small amount of internal qi to soothe its muscles and veins, Xiao Hei looked like he was enjoying it, his eyes closed and he didn't move.

The other bird screamed sharply and flew over the heads of the people.

The coastal hermit's eyes lit up, and he grabbed it, but Hai Dongqing fluttered but was still held in the palm of his hand.

"The old man has nothing else to do, how about taking the time to train you two more such birds in the past two days?" He was worried that if he didn't have a greeting gift, he would entrust his apprentice to someone else.

"That's a good idea." Zhao Yun was overjoyed: "It's Hai Dongqing, it's the first time I've seen Yun." ”

He wanted to reach for it, but the bird's face was full of wariness, and from time to time he glanced at Xiao Hei, who was still enjoying himself.

"It seems that the clouds are not blessed with this blessing." He sneered and said, "Uncle is very capable." ”

"The old man has erased his previous memories, and any of you who wants to try to communicate with him openly." The coastal hermit was a little proud: "This is the old man's means of eating." ”

Everyone's hearts were in their hearts, and the legend said that the chief of the public could be proficient in bird language, and in reality, he could even see real people.

"The old man met your father back then, and when he saw him perform the art of integrating people and horses, the two sides exchanged ideas and had their own experiences." The coastal hermit said: "Later, the old man also caught some tigers as mounts. ”

Zhang Fei's mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, he himself was childlike, and looked greedily at the untamed Hai Dongqing.

"It's not your share," Zhao Yun gave him a chestnut and said to Xu Shu: "You find someone in the ministry to come out and control it." ”

After all, there is only one Hai Dongqing engaged in intelligence work, and he is in a natural position in today's battle. No matter what the enemy's machinations are, this bird is like a reconnaissance plane, which can detect it in advance.

Ordinary soldiers are definitely not good, the Zhao family is in the eagle's eye, they have learned the guidance technique, and their minds are stronger than ordinary people, and they have a lot of advantages in communicating with birds.

Soon, a trilogy called out by Xu Shu, in the envious eyes of everyone, closed his eyes and communicated with Zhaocai.

For a long time, Hai Dongqing's head was tilted, as if he was thinking, but he had already accepted that the person in front of him was its owner.

It affectionately pecked at his hand with its short beak.

"Give them fresh meat, preferably bloodshot." Like a little adult, Vaishya taught: "Haidongqing are proud animals, and they do not eat carrion. ”

It just so happened that the team shot and injured a wolf during the march, and I didn't want to kill it, so it's not bad to be a dog in the future.

Hearing this, Zhang Fei was more concerned than his own affairs, he jumped off the horse, stabbed the wolf tied to the back of another horse to death with a sword, and the Xianbei soldier next to him quickly skinned him.

He came over with the meat, never thinking that the two Haidong Qingli would ignore him.

Seeing his embarrassing appearance, Qi Chen and Qi Man, who were already familiar with him, laughed, and some Xianbei soldiers who didn't know the situation behind them all laughed, making Zhang Fei blush.

That part was transferred by Zhao Yun, the first builder of Eagle Eye, named Zhao Shi, he didn't smile, but he also had a smile on his face.

As soon as he grabbed the wolf meat in his hand, Zhaocai couldn't wait to peck it.

Xiao Hei didn't wait for Vishaja, he flew to the wolf meat, and the little beak fell like raindrops, as if he didn't swallow it at all, and went directly into his stomach.

"Someone's coming?" Zhao Yun looked surprised, but found that the coastal hermit was also looking at the east vigilantly. (To be continued.) )