In the night wind, a clear and loud whistling sound could be heard in the distance, and the Limo people in the refugee camp outside Luan City poked their heads out of their tents and watched the distant horizon in horror, knowing that he was coming again. The Turkic people who were mixed with the Limo people climbed out of their tents, grabbed bows and arrows, lassoes, and hooks, and set up a formation around the cattle, sheep, and horses driven by the Limo people, and waited quietly. These Turkic warriors, who had always been fierce and fearless, all showed a worried look on their faces at this time. Looking at the appearance of the Turks, those chestnut people secretly felt a burst of happiness in their hearts: I didn't expect you Turks to have today. The leader of the Turkic people was furious when he saw the gloating look on the faces of the chestnut people, and he shouted in a low voice: "You chestnut dogs, immediately mount your horses and intercept us together, and if you lose horses, cattle and sheep again this time, I will report to the Third Highness and put all your family members to death." A trace of fierce hatred flashed on the faces of those chestnut people, and they silently lowered their heads and got on their horses one after another.

The sound of the whistle sounded again, this time much closer, and more shrill and piercing. The horses who heard the whistling raised their heads and neighed loudly, responding to each other from afar. "Everyone, ahem, pay attention." The brave Turkic leader was so nervous that he stammered a little. The cattle and sheep in the camp began to move around anxiously at this moment. The surrounding herdsmen, who were familiar with the habits of livestock, also had a look of bewilderment on their faces.

When Peng Wuwang and Peng Wuxing came back from the recruit camp, Hong Sixue, Fang Mengjing, Jia Bian Que and a group of flying tiger dart masters surrounded them one after another. Hong Sixue asked eagerly, "Big brother, have you recognized Brother Ling?" Peng Wuwang scratched his head and said, "The eldest brother fell from the Heavenly Candle Peak, forgot about the previous things, and couldn't even recognize me and the fourth brother. Fortunately, he has promised us to go back to Pengmen, Qingzhou, and maybe seeing the scene inside the house can help him remember. But, no matter what, the eldest brother is not dead, he is still alive." As soon as these words came out, the flying tiger darts led by Hou Zaichun cheered one after another. Peng Wuji is a great contributor to the prosperity of the Tiger Dart Game to this day, and his status in the eyes of everyone has not changed.

Peng Wuxing looked at everyone, but didn't see Zhao Yixiang and Luo Mingxian, who were very compatible with him, and asked curiously, "It's so late, where did Yixiang and Mingxian run to."

Fang Mengjing smiled and said, "I heard that there is a divine artifact recently who regularly goes to the cattle, sheep and horse farm of the Limo refugees outside the city every day to make trouble, and every time he takes away hundreds of livestock, causing the Limo people to suffer heavy losses. Zheng Gongzi, Brother Lian, Xiao Gongzi and Mr. Lei were curious when they heard this, and went to investigate, and Ming Xian and Yixiang also went together."

"Oh, what kind of artifact is so powerful?" Peng Wuwang and Peng Wuxing glanced at each other, and they both became interested.

Fang Mengjing smiled and shook her head, just don't know. Peng Wuwang looked at Hong Sixue and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, let's go and take a look." Hong Sixue was also very curious about the artifact, but she couldn't bear it just to wait for Peng Wuhope's return, and at this time, she immediately went out to echo, picked up the flying eagle whip and followed Peng Wuwang to go out. Peng Wuxing was even more itchy, and shouted, "Third brother, wait for me." He ran out of the door like a horse monkey.

The entire camp of the Limo people had been swept away by the scurrying cattle, sheep and horses, and the cattle in the pens had broken through the fence and poured out of the camp and ran wildly into the wilderness outside. The horses that the chestnut men had brought with them, as if commanded by an unknown god, galloped wildly, and rushed the shepherds who were cutting them off on their backs. When Peng Wuwang and the others arrived, it was just in time for the Turkic leaders to raise their voices. The leader gave the order, and dozens of studded warriors gracefully brandished long lassoes, expertly lassoed the insane horses, ready to drive them back to the camp. At this moment, a wild and high-pitched roar sounded in everyone's ears, and a yellow horse covered in golden yellow rushed out of the herd. This horse is more than a head taller than the average healthy horse, and its body is graceful and handsome, and its strong muscles roll around it like a hill as it runs. Its fur was as brilliant as gold, and its long mane swayed in the wind like a brocade, shimmering in the moonlight with an intoxicating dream. On its golden fur, there are strange amber markings, and the body is ringed, like the lines on the tiger's body, which is very eye-catching. Even as it galloped with its hooves raised, there was still a calm aura in its sparkling eyes on its head, as if it was observing the crowd around it with a cold and calm expression. That kind of innate noble temperament makes all the people who know Soma have a lot of blood and can't help themselves.

"Surround him!" The Turkic leader shouted loudly, and several tucked athletes rushed towards the tiger-striped yellow hused horse from different directions brandishing lassoes, and the lofty lassoes rose in all directions like dark clouds.

The yellow horse was undaunted, and hissed like a dragon, and its mane danced in the wind, and it raised its front hooves, and dismounted the top of the top runner who rushed to the front, and trampled it to death, and then the hind hooves flew, and the other two shepherds who came up from behind were kicked high. At that moment a fierce shepherd flew out of the lasso with his hand, and it was about to be put on his neck. And the yellow horse roared, turned his head, opened his mouth and bit the rope, and pulled the shepherd off the horse, and fell into a rolling gourd on the ground, and then he roared like a thunderbolt, and dozens of other shepherds' cars raised their horses' heads as if they had a tacit understanding, and made tiger jumps madly, causing the shepherds to fall from their horses in embarrassment.

With a shrill neigh, as if mocking these foolish humans, the majestic steed turned and broke through one of the strongest fences, leading the herd of cattle and sheep towards the twilight into the distance.

Everyone was deeply shocked by the horse's fierce and brave, yet elegant and calm demeanor, and they never came back to their senses for a long time.

"Good horse!" Peng Wuwang, Zheng Juechen, Lei Yechang and others praised heartily at the same time.

At this time, the Turkic leader sent his men to clean up the mess in despair, and this time, eight or nine more shepherds were killed or wounded, and nearly a thousand livestock were lost. At this time, Zheng Juechen suddenly came to him and asked in a deep voice, "Is that your horse?"

The Turkic leader sighed and said, "Not our horse. It's just that the other day, when we fled here, we saw this horse very strong on the way, and tried to tame him, but who knew that some of the best shepherds among us died. Since then, the beast has made a grudge against us, and has followed us all the way to this place, and has let go of our cattle, sheep, and horses several times, and has caused us great losses."

"In that case," Zheng Juechen burst into joy, "then how about I help you subdue it?"

When the leader saw that someone had drawn his sword to help, he was very happy, and hurriedly said, "That's really grateful, I don't know what the hero can do for us."

Zheng Juechen smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "No need, but if he comes again tomorrow, please inform me immediately."

By this time, Peng Wuwang had already helped several lightly injured shepherds to get up from the ground, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you from the Limo tribe driven here by the Turks?" The shepherds looked at the leader who was talking to Zheng Juchen and nodded. Peng Wuwang laughed and said, "Don't worry, it won't be long before we drive out the Turks and rebuild your homeland." The shepherds glanced at each other, expressions of complexity on their faces.

When Situ Wan'er arrived at Hengzhou City, it was already noon, and Master Wei, the chief blacksmith master of Pengmen who had been with her, dismounted from the horse, took the reins of the green donkey under Situ Wan'er's seat, and said with a smile: "Miss Situ, this is Luancheng. My sworn brother Wu Shihong lives in seclusion here."

"There's Master Lao Wei." Situ Wan'er thanked Master Wei gratefully, jumped down lightly from the green donkey, took out a delicate Qingluan silk handkerchief from her arms, and elegantly wiped the dust and sweat on her forehead.

"Hehe, my sworn brother has painstakingly studied the curved-necked pipa that has been handed down from the Qiuzi Kingdom in the Western Regions and the manufacturing method of our Han people's traditional Qin Hanzi straight-necked pipa, and has created a four-phase and ten-pillar pipa with excellent rhyme. Unfortunately, the world was too conservative and scoffed at his inventions. Now that I meet a first-class person in the world like the girl, I will definitely wash away my years of depression and re-emerge." Master Wei said excitedly.

"I have long admired the Wu family of the Central Plains as one of the world's most famous instrument manufacturers, and it is my honor that Wan'er was fortunate enough to meet Coats." Situ Wan'er's eyes showed a hint of eagerness, "I heard that the strings of the pipa with the curved neck of the turtle are sonorous, the tune is high, and the momentum is magnificent, which can play the unparalleled aura of the desert sand and the golden iron horse. It's a pity that because of its four-phase and four-string strings, it is not perfect because it is rough and lacks tactful and melodious rhyme. If someone can combine the straight-necked Qin Hanzi of our Han people with four strings and twelve pillars and the Qiuzi curved neck pipa to create a new product with four phases and ten pillars, it will be a grand event in the music world for the ages."

"Hahaha," Master Wei was even more pleased, "girl, as soon as you look at your conversation, you will know that you are my lifelong confidant of Brother Wu, come, let's walk a few steps quickly, and we will see him immediately."

Situ Wan'er nodded approvingly, and walked side by side with him through the south gate of Hengzhou City and towards the inner city.

The white flags of Wufu in Luancheng are hung high, and the empty paper money butterflies generally flutter around in the courtyard. Master Wei and Situ Wan'er stood in front of the gate of the Wu Mansion in a daze, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Master Wei let out a sad cry, left Situ Wan'er, and rushed into the hall: only to see the word Dian hanging high, an ebony coffin placed upright in the inner hall, a silver-haired woman kneeling on the side of the mourning hall, tears like rain, and on her side were several young children.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Wu?" Master Wei asked with tears in his eyes.

"Brother Wei is a step late, and his late husband passed away yesterday." The woman choked up.

"Brother Wu's illness has not been cured all along?" Master Wei asked bitterly.

"This is a heart disease, and there is no heart medicine to heal, and after years and months, there will be this day." Mrs. Wu said miserably.

Master Wei let out a long sigh and secretly blamed himself: "If I had brought the Qin Fairy a day earlier, my poor brother would not have ended up like this."

At this time, Mrs. Wu walked into the inner room, took out a pear-shaped pipa with a novel shape, handed it to Master Wei, sighed lightly, and said, "My late husband was tired of his life, and I wanted to burn it. But thinking of the late husband's lifelong depression, he was very proud of it, and he couldn't bear to ruin his years of hard work. Brother and the late husband are close friends, this pair of pipa is kept by you, the most suitable, I hope that one day, someone can quote it as a song, so that the late husband smiles at Jiuquan."

When Master Wei walked out of the door, Situ Wan'er walked forward quickly and asked eagerly, "Master Wei, is it true that Mr. Wu is not a holiday?"

Master Wei handed the pipa to Situ Wan'er with red eyes, and said in a deep voice, "This is the brainchild of Brother Wu for many years, and now that he can meet a scholar like the girl, he should die without regrets."

Stroking the wooden texture on this strange pipa, Situ Wan'er suddenly had a strange feeling, as if this silent instrument was the companion she was looking for in her life.