Sneak attack? Wo Lao touched his cheek and shook his head with a serious face: "Bad, don't do this next time." Otherwise, I will repay it. ”

Yujia glanced at him a few times and sighed, "As far as our identity is concerned—do you think there will be a next time?!" ”

Her expression was flat, her face was smiling, and her eyes were as dark as water, like a quiet black lake. This moment of transformation, compared with the beautiful and amorous crescent moon, is a completely different person. Perhaps, the one standing in front of him at this time is the real Yujia.

"No next time? That's for the best, of course! Lin Wanrong grinned and nodded: "You also know that I am very easy to be moved, I am really afraid that one day if I am not careful, I will fall into your trap." Now that I hear you say that, I'm much more relieved. ”

Yujia hummed lightly: "I'm more relieved than you, because, you will never lie to me again!" ”

Look at what I said, am I such a bad lord?! He laughed dryly, waved at Yujia, patted ** and left.

From a distance, Hu Bugui poked his head out of the grass and cautiously glanced here: "Why did General Lin leave like this?" Did he succeed in persuasion?! ”

"When did Brother Lin lose his hand?" Lao Gao glared at him dissatisfied: "Didn't you see it, let him comfort him, the crescent moon was moved to cry!" ”

Moved to cry?! Hu Bugui's eyes widened hurriedly.

From a distance, Yujia sat on the ground, quiet and elegant, the smile on his face was extremely moving, and the mist occasionally rising in his eyes was like a colorful soap bubble under the sunset. Poignant and gorgeous.

"Sister, why do you say people have hearts?!" The bright red sunset reflects the grassland. The land was sprinkled with golden afterglow. Sit side by side with the fairies on the slope. Staring at the gradually fading sunset in the distance, Lin Wanrong suddenly sighed. Asked with a smile.

The thief's questions are always bizarre, as if there are no answers. It seems to have an answer. The fairy is ice and snow smart. I don't know how to answer him. She flicked her hair fluttering in the wind around her ears, shook her head and smiled: "Trees have roots, people have hearts." This is a gift from God, it is for you to be grateful, how can there be so many whys? ”

"That's not right." Lin Wanrong shook her head: "Call me to say." Heaven has given us hearts to endure suffering. ”

The fairy said angrily: "Why are you suffering, can you tell me?" ”

Lin Wanrong sighed: "With a heart, there is joy." and sorrow again. A person's life. They all spend their time in joy and sorrow, crying and laughing, and mixing joy and sorrow. What is this not suffering? Count it out, add up all the hearts of people in this world. I don't know if it's a little more joyful. Or a little more sadness?! ”

The words of the thief are so profound! Ning Yuxi was slightly stunned. Then he sneered: "How can people's hearts be combined?!" I see that you are deliberately drilling the horns, joyful and sad, when others can't hear it? Go around and around. Aren't you talking about that Yuga?! ”

"Nope. It has absolutely nothing to do with her. I swear by my noble character. Lin Wanrong hurriedly waved her hand and swore a righteous and solemn oath.

The fairy shook her head helplessly and gently pulled out her sword. The bright blade shook in front of him a few times, and said angrily: "Let's wipe the mess on your face first, this is not something that can be bitten out just by sadness and joy." ”

His shadow was clearly reflected on the blade, and a shallow lipstick mark on his black face. It's like a crescent moon on the horizon. Clearly visible. Beautiful and seductive.

Wan Rong hurriedly covered her face and exclaimed, "Where did this come from?" Why didn't I notice it at all? Lao Hu, they are too unrighteous. I was plotted, and they did not come to my rescue. Ah, ah, sister, don't stab me-I know, it must have been Yuga's doing, but I hate my carelessness, why didn't you notice it? ”

"Brush", the silver needle in Ning Yuxi's hand shot out like lightning and was sinking into the trunk of the ground in front of him. The fairy smiled and said, "What am I doing with you?" Senior Sister An said that the silver needle will be moldy when you put it in your pocket, and you have to take it out to dry it often to keep him sharp! I don't know if she's right. ”

"Yes, yes, that makes sense." The thief hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"You," the fairy poked at him in annoyance, "so dishonest! If Senior Sister An is here, you don't know how much she will suffer, but she will do whatever she says, and you will feel good about it. ”

Hearing the fairy mention An Biru, the foxy cheeks that were both happy and disgusted gently appeared in front of him, and the little thief smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry about me." If she does it, I will do it too. The younger brother recently learned a new stunt, called grasping the dragon and grasping the hand, specializing in breaking the underwear exercise, oh no, it is the inner exercise. It can be described as indestructible, indestructible, unbreakable, when I am free, I will also have a discussion with my sister, and we will make progress together. ”

Listening to him talk about underwear exercises, you know what kind of kung fu it is. Ning Yuxi snorted hurriedly, his face was red, he was interrupted by him, but he couldn't even say the words that taught him a lesson. After a long silence, he sighed: "You just spoke, and I listened to it." That Yujia, I'm afraid that I really have affection for you. ”

"Not necessarily," Lin Wanrong said cautiously: "This little girl is not so easy to deal with, really."

Fake and true, all of a sudden she became so frank, who knew that she was not a means, acting in a play within a play?! Don't hide it from my sister, I'm really afraid of her. ”

"This is called being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of the well rope for ten years." Fairy Ning smiled: "Don't worry, in two days, when the sheep holding conference starts and the Hu Ren royal court is taken down, you can never see her again." ”

"That's what I thought - never again." Lin Wanrong snorted, nodded solemnly, staring at the heavy sunset, and the taste in her heart was indescribable.

It's strange to believe you! The fairy pursed her lips. Just seeing the sleepy and tired look on his face, his heart suddenly softened, and he didn't want to talk about other people's things anymore. The two snuggled up to each other, condensing into a pair of shadows that would never be separated in the huge sunset.

"Driving—"

"Driving—"

The sound of hooves on the vast grassland came and went. Hordes of knights galloped across the steppe. The momentum was extraordinary, and looking at the number, there were thousands of people.

It's just weird to say. These thousands of people are divided into horse teams of different sizes. There are seventy or eighty people in the big ones, and there are small ones. There are only about a dozen people. The horse teams were far apart, at least two miles apart, and they went their own way, forming a cavalry team to charge and kill, and suddenly gathered. Suddenly scattered. It's like rehearsing some formation. Countless white tents, large and small, like clouds in the sky, slowly spread out on the black green grassland.

Another hoof sounded. Dozens of black dots scurried over like the wind.

The distance is extremely far, and the night is falling, and the Hu people of each team are practicing tightly. No one even looked up at them.

In the twilight, more than a dozen sturdy Turkic horses galloped forward, and the knights on the horses wore wide robes and galloped in the wind. The body is tightly bent on the horse's back, like a bow and arrow ready to be unsheathed. Occasionally, the cheeks are covered with beard. There is a faint murderous aura.

The night is about to fall. The steppe is full of such fast horses. The tribes are divided into their own affairs, and no one will pay attention to these dozen or so ground horse teams.

"Phew-" The leader in front skillfully grabbed the reins of the horse. The pace of the Turkic horses slowed down. He led his horse to a few light steps. Turning his head, he said, "General, be cautious!" It's only twenty miles from Kizil. ”

"Twenty miles?" Lin Wanrong pulled down the Turkic robe, revealing her covered cheeks. His eyes rolled around vigilantly: "Where did this come from?" One tuo, hundreds of tuos! They were only twenty miles from Kizil. Why don't you go into town? ”

The first news came back from Xu Zhen yesterday. By the afternoon of this day, the land returned for the second time. Lu Dongzan led an army of 100,000 people who had traveled 300 miles away. General Lin, who had already held back his strength, waved the flag. The whole army marched forward at a rapid pace. The pace of the Dahua Iron Cavalry has already stepped to the periphery of Kizil. It was only one hundred and thirty miles away from the Hu people's royal court, and they could even feel the Hu people breathing.

At this critical moment when a little spark can ignite the Great War, Lin Wanrong is no longer satisfied with relying only on the return of the scouts, and he has not seen the situation in Kizil with his own eyes, and he is always unsteady in his heart. Only then did he take advantage of the twilight and Hu Bugui to come to investigate in person.

That's hundreds of rathers! Hu Bugui couldn't help but smile and said: "General, these are the elites of the various tribes who came to participate in the sheep holding conference, and this grassland festival will be held the day after tomorrow, why don't they go into the city to practice with their last kung fu?" ”

"These are all here for the sheep holding conference?" Lin Wanrong was shocked, in the galloping team on the grassland, the horses were galloping, and the knights on the horse were tossing and turning, twisting and jumping, and all kinds of difficult movements were frequent, just like juggling, and their bodies seemed to grow on horseback.

Hu Bugui nodded: "Yes." Each of these horse teams is a Hu Ren landing elite, you see, they still have their own flags. ”

Sure enough, in the tent barracks, there were different flags fluttering, eagle flags, fox flags, rabbit flags, and each landing sign was different. Lin Wanrong snorted, pointed to a barracks a little farther away and said with a smile: "And the sparrow flag?" This Hu man is really unusual! ”

Hu Bugui glanced a few times, and saw that the banner was painted with a lively bird, proudly raising its head and flying high. Lao Hu really couldn't help it: "General Yu, that, that's not a sparrow!" ”

"Not a sparrow?" Lin Wanrong frowned and said, "Could it be a turtledove?!" When they arrived in the grassland, the gene mutated, and the turtle doves were born like this—not as good as sparrows! ”

Lao Hu's face turned red: "General, this is neither a sparrow nor a turtledove, it is called a lark, cough, cough, the lark that can sing." The lark is used as a banner to symbolize the tribe's lightness, dexterity, and ability to sing and dance. ”

"It turned out to be Bailing," Lin Wanrong sighed twice, and said indignantly: "Hu Ren's painting skills are so poor, I didn't recognize them as flies, they are already cheap!" ”

"Huyu (good)-" Before he could finish speaking, he heard a burst of excitement from the tribe of "flies".

The man hurriedly looked out.

I saw that in the horse team of the "Fly" tribe, ten horses were running like flying. A Hu man hugged the horse's back, half hanging under the horse's belly, and the Turkic horse of the divine horse was bare, with no saddle or pedal, galloping like the wind. The Hu man gave a whirl and spun around under the horse's belly. But it turned over from the other side, and then two more 360-degree rotations, and successively passed under the horse's belly and turned over. I did it three times in one go. The rider's face did not change and his heart did not beat. The movements are clean and beautiful, and the posture is heroic. The Hu people watching the battle next to him applauded thunderously. Envy.

Lin Wanrong blinked, ***, and held a mare and turned around three times in a row. Isn't he dizzy? It's a shame that this guy doesn't go tango!!

When it comes to equestrianism, after all, he has experienced countless lives and deaths on horseback, and Lin Wanrong is also proficient, but compared to this Turk. It's really not as good as that. Even in hostility, there is not a single person who does not admire the equestrianism of the Turks.

"This lark tribe. When we take sheep in our mouths, it's best not to touch them. Lin Wanrong was silent for a long time, and finally came up with such a sentence.

Hu Bugui nodded sympathetically. Haven't spoken yet. Then he heard a rapid cry of anger and angry shouts of murder from the other side. Looking back, I saw hundreds of fast horses like a fierce whirlwind, brushing across the grassland.

A bloody sheep's head, tossed from time to time, landed far on the ground. Hundreds of Turks rushed forward like crazy. The scimitar in his hand slashed mercilessly at the people in front of him. The two sides were divided into two factions. Scuffled into a mess. Whoever grabs the sheep's head is the worst.

Lin Wanrong was dumbfounded: "Can you still use a knife to hold a sheep?" , is this a sheep or a sheep?! ”

"With a knife, of course." Hu Bugui said heavily: "General, you haven't seen this sheep holding competition, and it's normal that you don't understand." I'll talk to you later. This is a sheep. In fact, it is not a sheep's head. Before each sheep hunting meeting, the Turks slaughtered several fat sheep. Cut off the head and hooves, and soak the sheep in water. and water will be poured into the belly of the sheep. In this way, the body of the sheep can be tough. You won't be ripped apart during the game. ”

That's easy to understand. Lin Wanrong nodded: "Then what do you want a knife for?" Could it be that it is impossible to cut mutton? ”

Lao Hu shook his head: "It's not about cutting mutton." Rather, it is to cut down the ground. At the beginning of each sheep-hunting meeting, the Turks would elect a person to give the order. It is up to him to place the body of the sheep in the center of the grassland. The teams participating in the competition ranged from dozens to hundreds, each riding a tall horse, and the distance from the sheep's body was equal. Just wait for an order. The teams let go of the horses and robbed. Each team will have a division of labor, rushing, covering and blocking. No matter what means you use, slash with a knife or stab with a gun, as long as you can snatch the sheep from the opponent and reach the destination first, you are the winner. ”

Lin Wanrong had a cold war, where is this sheep holding competition, it is clearly a cutting competition. Hu people are really Hu people, that brute is not ordinary, and the sheep holding competition is more ornamental than rugby, and it is bloodshot.

"However, of course, the Hu people are not stupid enough to kill themselves. In addition to wearing masks to prevent personal grudges, each team must also carry knives and guns on the field, which must also be unopened, that is, what we call blunt knives, which will be checked in advance. And this tribe like the one we see now, although they are fighting fiercely, they are only conducting actual combat drills, which is too far away from the real sheep holding conference. ”

Isn't a blunt knife a knife? Listening to Lao Huyi's introduction, Lin Wanrong's heart suddenly swished cold, this sheep holding conference is not so fun. If you throw your life away on the sheep field of Hu Rendi, it will really be Dahua's biggest joke.

"That, Brother Hu, I thought about it carefully," Lin Wanrong said solemnly: "If you have to take the sheep, let's choose that lark first." Now it seems that compared to the big knife here, the lark is completely embroidered with fists. ”

In a word, everyone laughed, in fact, everyone knows that if you want to say weak, they are the weakest.

"Brother Hu, then how are we going to sign up?!"

Lao Hu shook his head slightly: "You don't need to sign up, this sheep holding conference is about fighting with you." As long as there are still people who dare to call the fight, any victor must fight unconditionally, no matter how many battles you have fought, of course, the tribes that have lost have no right to call the board, and those tribes who call the board must fight at least three times to be qualified. Therefore, the winner of this sheep holding conference is the real grassland warrior. And why all the tribes of the steppe will send their elites to the sheep holding conference, this is the reason. ”

The Turks are really fierce enough, so the warriors of the steppe who are selected in this way are what everyone expects. Lin Wanrong hummed: "Since this sheep holding conference must be visited, we don't have to care about him now." Brother Hu, let's go further and look at Kizil. ”

"No, it's too dangerous ahead!" Hu Bugui's words fell, and he heard the earth tremble violently. In the distance, smoke and dust were lifted in the sky, and the dense Turkic iron horsemen, like a violently rushing flood, swept towards them.