"Da Da Da"

The sound of horses' hooves was heard.

A group of Mongols with weapons came to this grassy place, where there were only a few tents, presumably the habitat of people who had broken away from the tribe.

The Mongols seemed to be looking for someone, and the man at the head was wounded by an arrow and had a white cloth wrapped around his chest.

There are not many people here, and there are not many Tibetans.

Soon the men found a little boy in front of them.

"Have you ever seen ......"

"No, I don't say it."

Before the man could finish his question, the boy replied firmly.

A "don't say" makes people understand that he must know the whereabouts of the person they are looking for.

Yes, he said not to say, not to know.

He is such an honest and resolute little boy.

A fierce-looking man walked up to the little boy, took a leather whip, and deliberately frightened, "You kid, if you don't say it, I'll whip you with this." ”

Saying that, the big man deliberately whipped on the ground, and the whip sounded like thunder.

The little boy's frightened eyes couldn't help blinking, but he immediately calmed down, and his little face was stubborn and strong.

"Yo, it's tough, it's good, it's ......good," and when he said the second good word, the whip was already on the little boy's shoulder.

"Ahh

But the little boy she hugged was silent, gritted his teeth and insisted on not making a sound.

"Bang Bang" is another two whips.

This was on the woman, and the man was very painful, and he was facing women and children, but the person who was the leader of the group did not stop him at all, let alone others.

"Stop" a loud male voice, it was a tall Mongolian, he had just emerged from the haystack.

He is the person the group is looking for, he is the person who is the little boy defending, he is the person who shot and wounded the leader of the man, and the leader is Temujin.

"The person you are looking for is me, don't implicate the innocent." The man had a role to play.

"You're the one who shot me." This voice was arrogant and steady, and this man was Temujin, who would later become Genghis Khan.

"That's right, I'm Jebel."

Jebe, in Mongolian, means archer.

"Oh, it's Jebel." Temujin affirmed.

"So far, how did you shoot me?" He seemed to have doubts.

"Because I'm Jebel."

"What a big breath." The fierce man before was obviously unconvinced.

So the two of them started a competition.

Jebel's archery skills are worthy of the title of Jebel's archer, and that arrow shot directly into the heart of the evil man.

"Ahh

Just as the group took out their swords and tried to kill Jebel, they suddenly found that the man was fine, and it turned out that the arrow had been pulled out by Jebel long before it was shot.

It was really amazing, and none of the people present could see his movements clearly.

Temujin was moved by his talent, so it was logical that Jebe swore to follow Temujin and took the little boy as an apprentice on the spot to repay the little boy for his hidden kindness.

Temujin led the men away, but Jebel stayed.

He did not have the slightest sense of being a guest, and entered the tent first, followed by the woman and the little boy.

"Mrs. Guo, how are you?" Jebel saw that the woman had been whipped twice because of him, and those people were there just now, so he didn't want to ask, but now there were only three of them left, so he hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, you go, Jing'er won't learn archery from you." The woman's tone was cold, and there was no displeasure on her face to hide the displeasure in her heart.

"Why?" Jebel, the tall man, scratched his head in puzzlement.

"Jing'er has a master, and his archery skills are better than yours." The woman replied, her words barely hiding her disdain for Jebel's archery.

"Well, that's right, sir's archery skills are better than mine." Jebel was disappointed.

But his sentence "Mr.'s archery" made the woman wake up suddenly.

Mr? Who is it?

Should it be, should Tianxing, should Mr. Ying?

"What did you say?" The woman asked, staring into Jebel's eyes.

"Oh, I didn't think about it just now......"

"What did you say?" The woman was a little excited.

"I said ......"

"You said sir, but Ying Tianxing, Mr. Ying?"

"Of course, Mr. asked me to come."

It's him, it's him, he's still alive, he's not forgotten about us.

The woman felt in the dark room that the door opened again.

"Wait, he asked you to come, why did you take refuge in Temujin again?"

The woman's suspicion is back up.

"Sir, I am like a god, he asked me to shoot Temujin with an arrow first, and then show me the archery skills he taught me, and I will become Temujin's henchman in the future."

I see, I think this person is the shadow son that Ying Tianxing put next to Temujin.

Moreover, according to her understanding of Tianxing, this person is by no means the only one, since this is the case, I don't think he is in any danger, right?

"What about Mr. Ying? He's back to the tribe? The woman asked, suppressing herself and speaking calmly.

"No, this was all arranged by him before, and besides, Mrs. Guo, where you are now is also what Mr. thought of a long time ago, this is the training camp for our secret hands, in the mountains not far away."

Jebel said with admiration.

"What about people now?" Women don't give up.

"I don't know, but I have another mission this time to give you this."

As he spoke, Jebel took out a bronze token.

"What is this?" The woman took it, feeling a little heavy.

"This is the Painting Order. The secret hands trained in the mountains in front of them, the men belong to the Wanma Hall, and the women return to the painting and carving workshop. With the token, they can be mobilized, and there is also a 10,000-horse order, which has been handed over to the old horse. "Jebel is done.

The woman was still thinking about what was the matter of the painting and carving workshop, but when Jebel talked about Ma Lao Er, the woman suddenly woke up.

"Ma Er, Ma Lao Er betrayed Mr. Ying." The woman said in a hurry, and she didn't know why she suddenly believed the man in front of her, maybe because of his archery skills?

"Mrs. Guo is not in a hurry, things are not so simple, Mr. has expected it." Jebel replied.

As soon as the woman heard "Mr. had expected it", she suddenly put her mind at ease, I don't know when, she had such trust in Mr. Na Ying, as soon as she heard that he had expected it, she thought that he would definitely be able to solve it, such trust, it is better to say that it is trust, but women don't know where that dependence comes from.

"Then let's talk about the carving workshop first, right?" The woman's voice was calm at this time.

"The painting and carving workshop, divided into painting girls and carving girls, was prepared by Mr. since five years ago, but those small carvings have been successfully trained since a few days ago.

Painting girls are responsible for collecting news, they are engaged in many industries, carving girls are responsible for delivering news, and those who travel far will generally use carvings, needless to say. Jebel said respectfully.

It was then that the woman realized how much the man had done behind her back, and that it was mostly to protect them, and it was now hers.

She had a feeling that she wanted to cry.

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The moon stars are scarce

The wind is still, and the clouds are still.

It is independent of all tribes and has only a few small tents.

In one of the rooms, the woman was about to go to bed after freshening up, but she did not see her son return.

She knocked on the edge of the bed, and there was a unique beat, which was a code.

As if a gust of wind came, a woman in black appeared in front of her.

The woman's face was covered with a black veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but it was vaguely visible that this woman was not very old, but she was just the time of spring.

But she had a cold face, expressionless, and almost didn't look like a human being except for those bright eyes.

"Where's Jing'er?" The woman asked, sitting on the bed in her middle coat.

The girl in black spoke slowly, her voice was cold and clear, and her tone seemed to have a hint of flattery, but she couldn't make such a gesture, and it sounded a little jerky.

"Mrs. Huiyu, the young master met seven strange people this morning, it should be the seven monsters of Jiangnan, the young master learned kung fu from them, and tonight I went to the mountain to pass their test."

"What? Jing'er went to the mountain alone, he won't have an accident, right? The woman was in a hurry.

"There is no danger."

"It's okay, it's okay, by the way, did he succeed in apprenticeship?" After knowing that Jing'er was not in danger, the woman smiled easily and asked the result casually.

"That's nature. It's just that during the period, I encountered a black wind and two evils, but fortunately, there was no danger. ”

The woman didn't know who the Black Wind Twin Evil was, but she knew that there was no danger.

"Fortunately, Jing'er, his father is blessed by the spirit of heaven."

"Madam, Mr. has already arranged it."

Well, you can't speak.

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On the other side of the night, where the tribes gathered, it was pitch black in the largest tent.

There was a man, a man, a Mongolian man, who couldn't sleep at night, and he wandered out of the tent, and he couldn't help but come here.

There seemed to be a noise in the account, but there was no one here, and its original owner was long gone.

He suddenly felt a little unsteady in his heart, he lifted the curtain and entered, it was pitch black inside, and he took out the fire fold he took back from the Central Plains.

A cold object was around his neck, and he frowned and stretched.

"Let me light the candle first." He speaks Chinese.

It was light, and he saw the man, and the thing around his neck.

It was a sword, a sword of the Central Plains.

The man was a man, dressed in black, and he was not very old, not yet under the weak crown.

He saw behind the man, a man in the same attire standing there, guarding the man, the man was dressed in white, and he stood out in the darkness.

He has a plain appearance, a somewhat thin body, and a whiter complexion, but he lacks a pair of critical eyes that disdain everything.

He sat cross-legged on the mat with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

"Dick."

The sound is loud and pleasant to listen to.

The person who was held by the sword was none other than Ma Laoer.

"Boss, what are you?"

The man raised his hand and signaled, and the man in black withdrew his sword.

Ma Lao Er looked at the man's appearance and knew that he must have been tortured, but his eyes never opened, could it be ......

"Boss, your eyes ......"

"Oh, it's fine, I just can't open it."

Can't open your eyes? It's okay.

This is the unspeakable regret in Ma Laoer's heart, there is also pain, and more regret.

Such a character has lost the ability to see, what a jealous talent.

However, as long as he can still think, it is still a big help, plus the strange soldiers he trained, the two of us are bright and dark, this grassland ......

Ma Laoer's mind became active, but he was still a little uneasy.

"Boss, your eyes are really ......"

"Hehe, do you really want to see me open my eyes?"

"Well, boss, if you can open your eyes, that's good." Ma Lao Er smiled awkwardly.

"Stay away."

And so, he saw things that he could not understand in his entire life.

His newly-alive mind was extinguished again, and he had never thought of anything else in his life.

So, what exactly did he see?

Many years later, some people say it was a gaze from hell.

Some people say that it is a method of hiding a sword in the eyes of the ancient sword immortals.

Some people say that it is a visual illusion caused by the use of changes in light at night.

Ma Lao Er didn't know what it was, but he never wanted to see it again in his life.

So what is it exactly?

He couldn't believe it, what did he see? Those were two strange red rays.