As soon as the Shen time passed, the bell rang for the first time, and the bright candles in the Taifang Palace were shining high, as if it were daytime. On top of the splendid and splendid hall, sitting under the bright moon pearl on the top of the treasure is the desert khan - Ta Yamu Zheng.

Dressed in a red and ink-colored tuanhua satin robe, his burly and majestic figure was wrapped, and the lead and satin ribbon hung down on the side of the clothes, and the Han people's calm bearing and nomadic pride converged together. A pair of eagle eyes flashed with a fierce light on the face with hard and distinct lines, and there was no appearance of nearly fifty years old, and it was vaguely visible that he was the king of the northern territory back then, and the thick beard on his face somewhat suppressed a bit of ferocity.

The music played, and the dance troupe gradually appeared.

"Stop me!"

After glancing at it, Khan took a closer look, but found that the appearance and clothing of the actors were very different from those of previous years, and the masks they wore were also unprecedented.

The majestic voice echoed around the palace beams in this large hall, and the full hall of actors and palace people suddenly knelt on the ground. Under the main hall, only a white-clothed man wearing a blank mask stood motionless, calmly facing the power of the khan.

"Khan forgives sins! We are not to blame for the change in this dance," the troupe leader lay on the ground and shook his head again and again, crying out injusticely, "It's him, it's he who made us change this dance—"

It turned out that a few hours ago, Hua Thirteen arrived in the dance room prepared by the Wu dance troupe, and after seeing the master of the troupe, he directly showed the waist card given by the Khan, claiming to represent the Khan to come to observe the line dance. After watching it, Thirteen and Eleven sighed three times in a row, and the heart of the troupe owner fell three times.

"Thirteen princes, isn't it the Khan who has any new explanation for this dance? I also hope that the son will mention one or two. The squad leader trembled and asked Thirteen respectfully.

"It seems that the head of the class has understood the meaning of the Khan." Painting Thirteen glanced at him and said lightly.

"Huh?" The head of the class looked dazed.

"One word," the corner of the thirteenth mouth was mentioned, and he nodded, "new." ”

At this moment, in the silent hall, Khan looked at the raised arm of the class leader, and saw that the person he was pointing to was the only man in white standing in the hall.

The khan gradually stood up from the throne and took a few steps forward, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt that the people under the hall were very familiar, when the man in white suddenly heard a chant from behind the mask:

"Twenty years after the founding of the country, unify the desert territory!"

As soon as the khan heard this voice, he immediately recognized who was behind the white and dustless mask, and immediately laughed loudly, and the unangry self-authority in the eyes of the eagle was already washed away by the surprise of the heart, turned around and sat back on the throne, raised his arm, and motioned for everyone to stand up, and the banquet continued.

On the left and right sides of the stage, there were two fierce overlords, one side was wearing a strong and fierce Eagle King mask, the other side was trembling but Yu Yong was still there, wearing a white dragon god mask, the two sides fought fiercely, between the swords and swords, the dragon god finally fell heavily from the edge of the stage, and died with a whimper.

The moment the old dragon god landed, everyone understood that this was a reproduction of the Khan's great defeat of the Great Yin Emperor, and the whole hall applauded and applauded.

The Khan was overjoyed, and could not help but raise his head and laugh out loud, and shouted happily: "Good! Well dead! The palace people, guards, and actors in the hall were greatly relieved to see the Khan applaud like this, but in the eyes of the Khan, in addition to the dripping pleasure, there was also hatred that was difficult to extinguish.

That was twenty years ago, when Taya was a small border tribe with no name. The first emperor of Da Yin once led a team of elite royal guards to raid the Taya tribe, set fire to the granary with rockets, and overnight, the entire clan and belongings were burned to the ground.

After that, the young Ta Ya Mu Zheng began to frantically conquer the various tribes in the desert, from small to large, from less to more, and finally unified a plate of scattered sand, the founding of the Ta Ya, and launched the most tragic Ta Ya Dayin Battle in history, Ta Ya Mu Zheng was the enemy of the extermination of the clan - the first emperor of the Great Yin, died in this tragic battle thirteen years ago.

The high-pitched music gradually turns to soothe the joy. The Eagle King flapped his wings and flew over a dangerous place called "Lei Gong Gorge" on the stage, and rescued a young man in white from the edge of the cliff, who was put on the back of a tiger, and he kept painting and selling it to the countless caravan leaders riding large camels around him. Gradually, more and more caravans were drawn by him to the feet of the Eagle King, and gradually converged into a huge network, and on this network, all the currency in circulation was Taya, and with it, the Eagle King's wings became more and more full, and his power became stronger and stronger.

The Khan's mind was rough, and for a while he couldn't see that the boy in white riding on the back of a tiger was a subtle expression of the difficulty of riding a tiger, let alone the idea that Painting Thirteen wanted to leave, but only saw that this scene was about how Painting Thirteen helped the Khan complete the economic unification of the north, so he became more and more excited and happy.

At that time, Tayamuzheng relied on military means to unify the northern border, but it was easy to conquer and difficult to govern, and unification in the true sense had not yet been achieved. Ten years ago, after the Khan rescued Hua XIII from Leigong Gorge, he valued his painting skills and intelligence, and borrowed his hand to gather all the caravans in the desert and use the method of currency clamping to strengthen the economic unity of Taya.

This decade was a decade when the painting thirteen became famous and famous in the north, and it was also a decade when Taya was thriving and growing.

At this point, the noisy music on the stage suddenly stopped. Wearing a white mask, Thirteen jumped off the tiger's back, took out a roster from his sleeve, and presented it to the Eagle King on the stage. The master of the troupe behind the mask of the Eagle King took over the roster according to the instructions given by the thirteenth painting, and flapped his wings three times to the man in white, signaling that he could leave.

When the painting thirteen turned his back to the khan and walked down the stage step by step in the direction of the palace gate, the khan was stunned, his brows gradually twisted into a hard pimple, looking at the back of the painting thirteen gradually moving away towards the palace gate, and suddenly raised his hand to the guards on both sides:

"Stop him!"

For a while, the atmosphere of the originally peaceful and jubilant hall changed sharply, and the actors grabbed the ground again with their heads for unknown reasons, not daring to move. The guards moved swiftly and walked like the wind, and in a blink of an eye, they rushed to the gate of the palace, drew the big knife at their waists, and pointed to the white-clothed boy who walked down from the stage step by step - Painting Thirteen.

Painting Thirteen continued to walk in the direction of the palace gate without hurrying, getting closer and closer to the countless bright blades, and the guards with the knives began to shake their wrists, and they all looked at the khan above the main hall to signal.

At this time, a black shadow flew in from outside the palace gate, stepped on the shoulders of the guards who were drawing their swords against Thirteen like dragonflies, and landed steadily in front of Thirteen.

The Khan saw from afar that the man was dressed in black and fluttering, with short hair and a handsome face, but only his eyes were closed, as if he had an eye disease, but the composure in his actions showed that the man's ear power was extraordinary, enough to make up for the lack of eyesight. What makes people pay special attention is that there is a dark iron sword box behind his back, dim and streamer, the sword box alone is so elegant, which shows that the person's sword is in the sheath, it is already sharp, and the aura is compelling.

He tilted his head slightly, and said apologetically to the thirteen behind him:

"Thirteen young, Changling is late."

"It's not too late." Seeing that Chang Ling arrived in time, Hua Thirteen's heart suddenly settled down and asked, "Your thirteen young people haven't become a ghost yet." What about the roster? ”

Chang Ling hurriedly took out the roster from his arms and handed it to Thirteen, and said confidently: "Verify them one by one, and nothing is missing." ”

The Khan couldn't hear what they were muttering, and shouted in a deep voice, "Thirteenth brother! What do you mean by coming out like this today? ”

Thirteen clutched the roster, turned around, and re-boarded the stage step by step, raised his hand, removed the blank mask like snow, knelt down straight, and raised the roster with both hands, he and the khan looked at each other, and his eyes were full of indescribable determination and said:

"Ten years ago, the Khan rescued the thirteenth painting from Leigongxia, and now he repays his brother for his ten years of hard work based on this roster. I still hope for the Khan and let my brother go. ”

"Let you go? Where to go? Da Yin? ”

The Khan stood up from his throne with a "bold face", stepped onto the stage in a few big steps, fixed himself in front of Thirteen, took the roster from his hand fiercely, and then leaned over to draw Thirteen's face, stared at him with eagle eyes, and roared in a deep voice:

"Thirteenth brother, as smart as you, don't you know my character! How can I, Ta Ya Mu Zheng, allow the people I have trusted and reused for many years to go to the place I hate the most? I don't care what you're trying to do tonight. I tell you, the whole north, the whole desert, is Taya's! If I don't let you go, let alone the black-clothed man who broke into the palace gate, even if it is a big Yin 100,000 iron horsemen, you won't want to leave Taya half a step! ”

Painting Thirteen knelt on the spot and did not move, not forced by the Khan's momentum at all, calmly took out a painting and slowly unfolded it in front of the Khan. The thirteen stared intently at the Khan's eyes when he saw the painting. This painting depicts the tragic state of Taya's fire when it was wiped out 20 years ago.

Khan saw himself escaping in the painting, his thick eyebrows twisted, and he found a conspicuous little girl in the displaced southbound crowd in the painting, his pupils suddenly constricted, as if the secret hidden in his heart had been poked out, and a hand involuntarily stroked a piece of jade that he had been tying around his waist. The domineering on Khan's face suddenly disappeared, and he just looked at the person in the painting with his mouth half-open in a daze, unable to speak.

Seeing Khan's reaction, Painting Thirteen closed his eyelids heavily, his chest heaving, as if he had won a big gamble. Then, faintly, he stood up, ripped the painting back, and tore it to pieces in front of the Khan, leaving the Khan's burly body to froze in place.

Thirteen threw the fragments of the paper at the top of his head, and the confetti that shimmered with a faint light flew all over the sky, and suddenly fell on the stage one after another. He glanced at the confetti on the ground with his peripheral vision, and said slowly:

"Khan, will you still not let me go?"

Painting 13 stretched out his hand to look at the confetti that had fallen on the ground, and at this time it turned out to be a word-"Lan", and his awe-inspiring gaze met the Khan's gloomy eyes with surprise and anger.

Although the Khan's tone was still tough, it was much more vain: "You, how do you know her?" ”