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The snow ridge eighty miles away from the king's tent is called Candle Dragon Mouth.

Born from the North Sea, the cold current that swept through the endless wasteland will suddenly turn here, taking away a handful of frost and snow that has not melted for thousands of years. After the wind has passed for 1,500 miles, it will crash into the Guge Mountain in the east, leaving most of the cold behind.

The sound of the wind was like a wolf's howl, carrying the snow particles that had long been frozen and hardened on the body, making the old man who was moving forward against the wind and snow think of the battlefield.

He was tightly wrapped, with soft skin wrapped around his hands, and a large piece of crushed ice in his arms. From the felt tent to the frozen lake, it was only half a mile back and forth, but the road was really difficult.

The felt tent in front of him blocked the wind, and the old man breathed out of his mouth with relief. If it is halfway, this hot breath will be cold in an instant, and the feeling of hitting the nose and mouth is not much different from being stabbed in the face.

When he came to the tent, he turned sideways and lifted his foot with great difficulty, removing the stone that was pressed under the curtain. Then he quickly turned around and shrank into the felt tent.

The ice was thrown aside, and the old man immediately grabbed the curtain that had been blown away by the wind, pulled it over, lifted the stone that was placed in the tent, and compacted it.

Looking back, the curtain hung through the stove, outside the inner tent in the felt tent, was still tightly sealed. Only then did the old man safely pick up the ice cubes, throw them into a large basin on the side, and wait for the ice to melt slowly.

Then he lifted the stone from under the inner curtain and put it aside. The old man lifted the curtain and took a look, and was immediately stunned.

And there was light in the tent.

"Is it Guan Bu?" Chu Yunsheng's weak voice came.

"Mr. Chu, you woke up early today...... Guan Bu said in surprise, and then hurriedly untied the skin on his hands, took off his robe, and stood by the copper stove.

"I started to have trouble sleeping. Chu Yunsheng smiled lightly.

Guan Bu said anxiously: "What's going on?"

After speaking, the old man immediately touched his front body, felt that it was already hot, and then turned around to the copper furnace.

"You will remember the whisper I spoke to you. Chu Yunsheng's gentle words had a smile in them, "When I become like this, it means that there is a war in this world." ”

"But Mr. Chu didn't tell me how he knew. The knife-like wrinkles on Guan Bu's face deepened, and the old man said, and put his hand on his back again, feeling the heat everywhere, and then opened the curtain.

After entering the inner tent, he walked to the big bed in the middle, and then said, "Up to now, I, an old man, don't care about anything anymore. It's just that I've always been curious about it. ”

Chu Yunsheng laughed silently, raised his hand, slightly grasped and loosened, the few candles burning on the table next to the bed, the flames on the top nearly doubled, and the tent became brighter.

"Don't you care about sixty-seven?" he didn't answer Guan Bu's words first, but asked a question instead.

"He?haha......" Guan Bu laughed and waved his hand: "What is there to worry about, I will, I have it, and I have left it to him a long time ago." Now, Sixty-Seven followed Balth into battle, and victory or death was his own business!"

Chu Yunsheng pressed his hand on the side of the bed and slowly sat up from under the thick fur, "And I've always been curious about one of your things. ”

"Hmm, I, who have never been out of the grassland in my life, what can make Mr. Chu curious?" the old man sat down on the edge of the bed.

Chu Yunsheng asked with a smile: "It's about your son, why did you give him the name 'Sixty-Seven'?"

Guan Bu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"It's just because, when his mother gave birth to him, there were sixty-seven sheep under my leather whip!"

"I see. Chu Yunsheng also smiled slightly.

"If it weren't for the Frost King rushing into the king's tent and killing the Great Khan with his brain stuffed with cow dung, we would still be slaves now, and slaves would have no surname. Of course, there are also advantages, that is, the names of sons and daughters can be taken at will! It is okay to call him 'eagle', 'knife', 'fat egg' in the language of people outside the grassland!"

Chu Yunsheng nodded with a smile, pressed his hand to his chest and said, "You have made me understand a little more." ”

"No, no......" Guan Bu waved his hand, "Mr. Chu is a foreigner, so naturally he doesn't know this." Haha, a long time ago, I was in the south of Yandang Mountain, with half of Chaoketu's father's cavalry, and wiped out a team of 10,000 people from Dashang. The Great Khan rewarded me with 4,000 sheep, and I thought of naming my next son 4,000! ”

Chu Yunsheng nodded slowly and said, "You are a hero. ”

"If you can't be ......," Guan Bu waved his hand again, "A living person can't do this." Only those who die in battle are heroes!"

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