"You should know the rest of the matter, King Jing was defeated, and I was convicted of treason, and I was imprisoned and beheaded." The voice of the class master did not stop: "At that time, I was down-to-earth, and at my age, no matter what I was doing, in the final analysis, I couldn't avoid two words: waiting for death." I can't help but be busy outside, but I'm really idle in prison...... Hey, those days in prison, I think it's pretty good, and I feel sweeter than before when I eat. ”

"But I didn't expect that Gu rescued me again." When people get old, they will inevitably nag, and the class adults temporarily changed the topic to Gu Zhaojun: "He is also interesting, he thinks that he is a jiān businessman, and he is ruthless in his work; But in his bones, he can't let go of that bit of righteousness, and he always wants to pay attention to a sense of gratitude. It was because of this that he couldn't change his temper that he took things astray, and he must help the Fu family run all the way to the dark, and a big part of the family business was lost in his hands; But because of this weight, although he was defeated, he did not die, and there were many people who followed him, and there were many people who were willing to help him. ”

"I helped him before, and then he took the risk to save me, he did it to have a 'clear conscience', but do I use him to be 'clear'? He thought he was helping me? If it weren't for him, I would have died a long time ago, in Nanli. No matter how much the court hates me, at most it will crush my bones and bury me casually, and it can't throw my body to another country, right? ”

The old man in his nineties has seen through the humiliation of the world, and he has long been concerned about life and death, except for the last little wish, the bones are left in his homeland.

"Gu Zhaojun rescued me from the prison... This thing is a little annoying, I wanted to die in Nanli, but he was kind, if I didn't appreciate it, it was really a little too much, I still don't care about it, everyone and friends, I will follow his arrangement, just treat him as a comfort, and it is worthy of him. ”

People came to the rescue, but the class master still regarded it as his boss's grievance, if he heard Gu Zhaojun's ears, I don't know what kind of taste it would be, but the old man is not hypocritical, what else can he be hypocritical at his age? His words to Xie Zimiao were just the true thoughts in his heart.

"Gu Zhaojun is going to send me to Dayan to care for the elderly," Master Ban shook his head and smiled: "I can't bury it in Nanli, but I will never go to Yanguo and Tubo, I have been busy dealing with them all my life to keep Nanli, and when I am dying, I will go to Yan to retire?" This joke is too big, no, no. "During the Mid-Autumn Festival Rebellion, Master Ban didn't know that Yan Guo was involved behind this matter, otherwise he would not have supported King Jing.

"Later, Gu Zhaojun and Song Yang discussed a compromise and wanted to send me to the Uighurs, which is okay, my impression of the Uighurs is not bad, I feel very warm to die in the desert." With that, Master Ban sighed slowly: "That's all I have in my life, there's nothing I can't let go, but if I have the opportunity to do something in Nanli, I will still do it." ”

The old man went to Songyang again: "Shanximan and Changchunhou have a good relationship, with him sandwiched between the barbarians and the Han, the barbarians are divided a lot; The Great Uighur Khan and Song Yang were sworn brothers, and as long as Song Yang was still around, when the Tibetans wanted to be unfavorable to Nanli, they had to think about the Uighurs behind them; Song Yang and Dayan have a grudge, he is the leader of Dayan's anti-thieves, not only are they lackeys, I heard that Tan Guide owes him a great favor, and there is such a person who is pulling Dayan's hind legs all the time, which is a blessing for Nanli. ”

After a long speech, the class finally changed the conversation and went back to the topic: "Yesterday asked me why I kowtowed for Song Yang and interceded, and just asked me why I should care about Chang Chunhou, the reason couldn't be simpler, with Song Yang here, Nanli can be safer, and Nanli people can be more happy." ”

Master Ban finally explained everything he was thinking clearly, and he cared about Song Yang only because Song Yang was useful to Nanli...... Just for this reason, he even kowtowed to the barbarian Sand King at the expense of his age.

Everyone has their own 'obsession', Gu Zhaojun pays attention to the gratitude of the teacher, Luo Guanwei is the most important, the porcelain doll must take revenge, Yanding only cares about his son, and the obsession of the class is 'Nanli', everyone insists on something completely different, but that 'persistence' is the same.

The porcelain doll thought she understood, and nodded slowly: "I hate Song Yang, but I still hope that he is safe for Nanli." ”

Unexpectedly, Master Ban shook his head again, and said with a smile: "The second half of the sentence is to the point, but the first half of the sentence is not marginal, and he is not my great enemy in life, but when I was about to die, I played a game against me, it doesn't matter if I win or lose, let alone any hatred, not to mention that Nanli is not good now?" ”

Xie Zimao also smiled: "I've always watched it a little before... It's not that I look at you, but I didn't want to look at you so high now. ”

Nondescript compliments, the class adults don't care much, I didn't sleep well last night, I just had too many words, and my spirit is a little bad at the moment, I am too lazy to speak, half lying down and half leaning on the cart and starting to nap.

The porcelain doll, whose body is not much stronger than the old man, is not tired at all, the spirit is abnormal, and he has no intention of resting at all, and he does not even want to be stuffy in the car, jumping off the bottom and walking with the team, listening to the song of the sandmen, blowing the autumn wind of the wasteland, and the delicate face is full of smiles.

After walking for a while, it gradually came to noon, as if something had happened, the team stopped, and soon news came from the front, and the faces of the sandmen showed a heavy look, and soon a low tone sounded from everyone's mouth, and the voices of tens of thousands of people gathered together, resounding between heaven and earth. Master Ban was also woken up, and got out of the car with an impatient face, and asked the sand people around him to find out that everyone was singing an elegy, and the Sampu sacrifice suddenly fell ill and returned to the gods.

Master Ban sneered, nothing, and when the song was over, he climbed back into the car and went back to sleep.

After the burial in front of the sacrifice, the team set off again, but before they had taken two steps, some sand people found something, stretched out their hands and pointed to the northwest, everyone followed his fingers to look at the distance, and the porcelain doll also stood on tiptoe and followed everyone to look around.

There was nothing in the northwest distance, and the porcelain doll couldn't find anything in the eyes, and the only thing that was strange was that the sky in the northwest was slightly yellow, not as blue and clear as the sky above everyone's heads.

But the sand people were like a great enemy, and soon the order of the sand king spread throughout the tribe, and the brigade stopped advancing again, and all the young and strong people in the tribe took out their weapons, and under the command of the elders, they formed a team and prepared to meet the enemy, and another group of fierce white voices turned on their horses, and divided into several teams to gallop in the northwest direction, and rushed to investigate the situation.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and those who could not fight among the sand people did not need to be cared for by their clansmen, and the old ones carried and the weak supported the sick, and spontaneously and consciously retreated and gathered together. Master Ban was awakened again, got out of the car and found Xie Zimiao, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" To go to war? ”

Xie Zimiao didn't know what was going on, but pointed to the northwest with his hand: "Shamin noticed that the sky was different, and I couldn't see anything." ”

"The dust is flying, perhaps due to the haste of the army." The northwest sky was dark, and Master Ban could see the reason at a glance, and his insight was far beyond Xie Zimiao's ability.

Sure enough, after a while, the sand and dust in the distance became more and more obvious, and at the same time, there was a low rumbling sound, and the eyebrows of the class jumped slightly: "The sound of horses' hooves, is it a cavalry, a dog and a wolf?" After that, he frowned again: "How could the wolf pawn come from the northwest?" ”

This is the northern wilderness of the grassland, similar to the 100,000 flood wilderness in the south of Nanli, there should not be a large number of wolf pawns stationed, if it is the dog cavalry, it should be chased from the east or the south.

No one could answer the question of the class master, everyone was waiting for the battle, the sand king also put on a simple leather armor to lead the team to prepare for battle, the white sound warrior's long knife was out of the sheath and his face was grim, and some young people who couldn't hold their breath couldn't help but bow up and prepare for the charge, although the enemy was still far from sight.

The sound of hooves got closer and closer, and gradually turned into loud thunder, mixed with the sand and dust rumbling back to dàng, but the porcelain doll had questions again, pointed to the Baiyin warriors in front of the array, and asked the class softly: "Why don't you see them sacrificing and casting spells and summoning black sandstorms to meet the enemy?" ”

The Sandfolk can summon the Black Sandstorm, this evil art is simply invincible in the world, and there is no opponent in the wasteland, so why be so nervous.

Master Ban was not polite at all, glanced at Xie Zimiao, and responded coldly: "I'm not a barbarian sacrifice, don't ask me ......" Before the words were finished, suddenly a team of knights came into sight, and the scout horses sent by the Sand King earlier came back.

Apparently Tanma had found something, and there was no panic or nervousness on his face, on the contrary, all of them were happy. Although the sand people were united, they had no soldier quality at all, and after returning from the expedition, they did not go to the sand king to report the situation, but shouted so loudly one by one, informing the whole clan of the situation discussed earlier.

Immediately, only a cheer of 'boom' was heard, and all the sandmen had ecstatic expressions on their faces, and in the blink of an eye, they became a mess. The porcelain doll blinked and turned to look at the class: "What's the situation?" ”

Master Ban's Sha Min was sparse and replied: "I didn't hear it too seriously, I only heard the word sheep." ”

The porcelain doll thought in her heart, as long as she touched it, she would go to 'that person', and she was slightly surprised when she heard the words: "What yang?" Is it Song Yang? ”

Master Ban laughed angrily at her: "No Song, there are sheep alone!" At this time, Xie Zimiao also felt that her problem was ridiculous, and couldn't help laughing, as if the porcelain doll that had been calm for 10,000 years was too abnormal recently, with 'he came, left, and came back again', she also cried and laughed, inadvertently lively and vivid.

Soon the class asked the others about the situation, and of course it was not the enemy who was rushing in the distance, but a large group of yellow sheep.

The yellow sheep on the grassland migrates again, both to avoid the cold and to chase the warmth, but also to move by the water and grass, usually most of them are scattered, but every autumn, the various groups will gradually join the team from all directions, and finally converge into a tide, less than thousands or more than tens of thousands or even tens of thousands, running all the way from the north to the south, the movement of the gallop is no less than the crossing of the army, it is no wonder that the sand people began to think that they had encountered a strong enemy.

The yellow mutton is delicious, the temperament is very dull, there is no special ability, and the cost of saving life is just one word: run. This kind of beast can run and loves to run, and its favorite thing to do is also a word: super. In the abundant water and grass, it is common to see a few yellow sheep with unreasonable temperament, sweeping past the horses...... However, they do run fast, and there have long been 'yellow sheep running and horses sweating' on the grassland.

Yellow sheep often migrate, but because of the cold and at the same time to chase fat water and grass, so the route often changes, difficult to catch, can meet them head-on is of course a good luck, especially for the sand people who eat meat as a luxury, listen to this good news, how can not be ecstatic. With the order of the sand king, the whole clan immediately got busy, the old, weak, sick and disabled are still far away, and at the same time pull the vehicle to make way for the yellow sheep, those beasts are not very smart, really want to rush into the car formation, at that time can not want to keep anything, no matter how greedy the sand people can not be because of a few meals of meat to throw away the belongings, the young and strong people have their own division of labor, to catch the sheep to make all kinds of preparations, busy to the point of not being lively, happy to no, Xie Zimiao was also infected in the meantime, watching from the side, eyebrows fluttering, eager to catch sheep together.

Master Ban watched from the side: "Why, Song Yang is not dead, don't you hate Shamin anymore, and no longer think about asking their whole clan to be buried together?" ”

"Qishan Pasha still died at their hands, and there were others who were very kind to me when they were fiefdoms. This revenge still has to be avenged, but it doesn't need to be as serious as the whole family to be buried together, only ask about the first crime, and the two will not owe each other from now on. The porcelain doll was still smiling, but her tone was surprisingly calm.

As soon as the words were spoken, the ground began to tremble, and a large herd of yellow sheep rushed into sight and swarmed in, the scene was magnificent, it was really a torrent, no one could roughly count their number, but looking at their size, it was by no means more than a few thousand.

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Shamin's good luck today can no longer be described as a 'bumper harvest', it is simply a windfall given by God.

From just after noon to dusk, a huge group of yellow sheep, only to cross the border took almost an afternoon, during which the sand people have enough means, adults shouted and shouted, the dolls screamed and jumped, and when the yellow sheep went away to the dust and sand to count the harvest, everyone was so happy that they couldn't close their mouths, and those young people who were responsible for catching sheep were so tired that they couldn't even stand.

After the hunt, the whole clan looked at the sand king, his eyes were full of desire, the sand king laughed and waved his big hand, and gave the order: stop the team and eat meat. Eat as much as you can today, and continue to eat the rest tomorrow, don't keep or raise, when to finish eating, when to eat all the sheep caught today, and then set off!

The order was passed down and cheers erupted, and how many meals of yellow mutton were eaten in a row? This is the life that only the gods can live.

It's not that the sand king can't live, the main thing is that this wild yellow sheep can't be kept in captivity, and the ordinary wooden fence can't stop them from scurrying lightly, so they can only be put in the rope, but in that case, the yellow sheep will struggle desperately without eating or drinking, and they can't live for three or five days. I can't travel with them, and throwing them away makes the sandmen reluctant to dig up the meat, so let's just eat it open.

Bai Yin was full of joy up and down, at this time, most of the young and strong people had no strength, so they were only responsible for killing sheep, skinning, and cleaning the chambers, and the old and weak in the clan were responsible for all other tasks, and the girls who could only hide in the car during the trip and were not allowed to come out easily also ran out to help with their veils, camping around the ground, washing pots and making fires, and there was a jubilant and lively scene in the vast wasteland.

But Master Ban noticed a detail, from the beginning of preparing for the sheep hunt until now, the vast majority of the sand people are busy, even the sand king is involved, but some individual people have stood by from beginning to end, without exception, they are all fierce young people, just by looking at their figures, they know that they are all strong people in the clan. Although their faces were filled with joy, their eyes were always calm.

These people are in groups of three or five, mixed with busy people, and it is impossible to see how many people there are. The Shamin have always been united and humble, and there is no such thing as 'idleness' in their hearts, and during the time that the Ban people were captured by the Shamin, they had never seen a strong young man standing by and watching the other clansmen work.

Master Ban seemed to think of something, turned his head and asked the porcelain doll beside him: "How can Song Yang find it tonight?" ”

Unexpectedly, the porcelain doll was stunned when she heard this, and muttered: "Yes, how did he find me." ”

When I saw Song Yang at first sight last night, she was in a mood, and followed the old man to wake up and make trouble, and asked him to come back tonight in a hurry, but he didn't decide what mark or code to use, you must know that the sand people are on the move, and everyone's residence changes day by day...... The porcelain doll was only happy today, and she didn't think about it at all.

Just when the porcelain doll was thinking about how to guide Song Yang tonight, the class suddenly said, "It's better if it's not decided." He immediately explained the anomalies he found to Xie Zimiao.

The porcelain doll pondered for a moment and then realized: "These people... The sand king arranged down, recuperated and prepared to catch Song Yang at night? ”

For a whole day, Xie Zimiao was stunned by the good news of 'he is still alive', and his mind was always untidy, but at this moment, when he calmed down, his mind became clear again, and he continued: "I haven't seen anyone tonight, and I will continue tomorrow night... The Sand King asked the team to pause, perhaps also wanting to solve this trouble before hitting the road. ”

Song Yang is a warning sign of divine punishment, which is directly related to whether the word 'Baiyin' can continue to exist in the world, and the importance that King Sha attaches to Song Yang is self-evident, and the most important way is to get rid of this person once and for all.

During the day, Sampu was already dead, and if he killed Song Yang at night, the rest of the insiders were all Baiyin cores, so naturally they would not leak secrets, and the matter of 'resurrection of the dead' would be really hidden.

Sha Min looked at Ting Chun, and it turned out that he also knew the truth of killing people and killing people. Let's not talk about them first, think about how to notify Song Yang at night and ask him not to come and take risks...... "Before the words were finished, the old man shook his head first and told Song Yang not to come?" Six words are simple, but it's not easy to do it.

Sure enough, the porcelain doll shrugged her shoulders: "No way." After pondering quietly for a while, she added, "It's okay. ”

Mr. Ban asked, "It's okay?" What's the best way to do it? ”

"No way, we can't do anything, but..."The porcelain doll replied as a matter of course: "If you want to harm Song Yang, it's up to them?" Far from it. So it's okay, I'm not worried. ”

This kind of talk can't be perfunctory, and the old man's tone is cold: "What is it!" ”

The porcelain doll smiled, she didn't know where she got her confidence, but she just felt that there was really nothing to worry about, Song Yang was so magical, he could come back to life after he died, how could he hurt him with the arrangement of the barbarians