No one knows if it was because those herbs didn't have much effect, or because Guo Huai's struggle made him bleed more, or maybe it was because Wei Changpan's unskilled movements exposed his stomach to the cold for too long, after a night of painful tossing and turning, Guo Huai didn't survive the night, and when he woke up the next day, the warriors of Jinju found that his body had twisted into an almost impossible angle, and his whole body was cold when he reached out to touch it.

Painstakingly digging a hole in the solid frozen soil, so that Guo Huai exposed the corpse in the wilderness, they couldn't bear it anyway, there was no regular coffin, no tombstone Mingjing, and even a stack of yellow paper to burn, after the pit was dug out, a person came out of the hole and lay down in the hole, it was the young barbarian with a round face.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep in the dirt like this?" Mochiha picked up a few pieces of gravel from the pit, patted out the uneven potholes with his hands, and got up from the inside.

"According to the custom of the grassland, when a loved one dies and is buried in the soil, he will bring a mare who gave birth to a foal, and kill the foal there in front of the mare, and the descendants will lead the mare to pay respects, and when the mare dies of old age, no one will remember the person, and then it will be forgotten. ”

Mochiha looked at Guo Huai, who was gradually covered in mud, and his return yesterday was something that no one expected.

"Why did you come back?"

"Yao people talk about credit, and the men on the grassland are naturally also trustworthy. The young barbarian slapped his chest vigorously, "Since you let me go, then Mochiha Bohuqin will also fulfill his promise and send you out of this grassland." ”

"No need, there is a mountain in front of us, and we all know how to walk the road behind the mountain. ”

"With no one to lead the way, the mountain ahead will easily bury the lives of all of you there. Mochiha raised two thick eyebrows, "I'll take you out of this mountain and then go back to the people of the Taiqige tribe, after that, we will be enemies!"

Wei Changpan opened a leather bag taken out of the barbarian cowhide tent, which contained wine made from mare's milk and fruit, and after pulling the stopper, there was a very strong milky aroma. He did not rush to answer the young man's words, but poured half of the wine into the new earth, and after three bows, he took a sip of the wine in the wine bag, which was mellow but a little spicy to the tongue.

"We're enemies from then on, but until then, we can drink the wine from the same wine bag together. ”

Mo Chiha hesitated to take the wine bag handed by the Yaoren martial artist whose facial features were wrinkled into one place and blushed again, Wei Changpan, who was choked in his throat, coughed forward and backwards, and several Yaoren martial artists around him also laughed at his funny appearance. Mochiha could never have imagined that such a group of people who were so happy about a very small matter would fall from heaven like demons that night and kill rivers of blood in the valley, which is the opposite of the bravery of the Yao people described in the story that Mochiha heard.

"Mare's milk wine on the grassland, how can you be used to drinking it easily?" Mo Chiha glanced at Wei Changpan, who was so embarrassed by a sip of wine, raised his skin to his mouth and drank it all.

"Guo Huai has been a wandering ranger in the sixteen states of Dayao all his life, and he doesn't need to set up anything for him. ”

"If something like this is erected on the grassland, people passing by will dig it up to see what is inside. ”

"It's a good wine. ”

"The wine on the grassland has always been strong, and you Yao people will not get used to it. ”

"Not necessarily, there are always people who like wine who will remember this taste. ”

"Your emperor in the south is strong, and he always wants to send troops to fight on the grassland, and the people on the grassland can't survive, so they can only go to the south, and if the people in the south don't let us go, we can only suffer from cold and starvation here. ”

"I didn't let you come because you went to the south to steal other people's things, and you would kill innocent people. ”

"Goshawks eat pikas, wild wolves eat cattle and sheep, geese eat fish and shrimp, these are not their own, but if you don't eat them, you can't live. ”

"But then there will be no one else who will live. ”

"When you can't live yourself, where will you care about how others live?"

Wei Changpan's argument made Wei Changpan a little powerless to refute, what he said was an undoubted fact, sometimes you have to sacrifice something to survive, just like cooking a meal has to burn a lot of firewood, but who will pity those firewood? Is it just because firewood can't cry out in pain and can't speak?

But he still didn't dare to agree with Mochiha's words, Wei Changpan believed that the reason why people are human is always a little different from goshawks, wild wolves, and geese.

"There will come a day when you can ride horses freely on the grassland to Yao's prefecture and county, where people gather there are tall and big cities, and there are rows of houses and dazzling shops in the city, there are dozens of different foods in one shop, the best yarn in the shops selling fabrics is like a light cloud on the body, there are strange things and all kinds of fun things sold by craftsmen, and there are gentlemen in the school who take students like you and me to read and write..."

Mochiha's eyes gradually lit up, Wei Changpan said that there were too many things he had never heard of, words that could make all barbarians of his age excited, although the grassland was vast, but when it came to interesting things, it was really much less than in the south.

"Maybe there will be a day when the people of Dayao can stand on this grassland without using swords, and look at the sky like a dome and four fields, and the scenery of cattle and sheep in the wind blowing the grass. The majestic mountain not far away suddenly appeared in front of Wei Changpan, the clouds in the sky also faded, and the golden sunlight sprinkled above his head through the gap in the clouds, and his whole person and his words were shining.

The warriors of the surrounding Jinju also felt some kind of lofty wish from his words, and they were all silent for a while, carefully smacking the taste.

This is.... The ambition of the world to be the same.

"What so many generations of emperors have not been able to do since ancient times, will this dynasty be different?" someone asked such a question, after all, even the three-year-old child of Yaoren knew that the grudges accumulated by the north and the south from generation to generation were far from being resolved overnight, and each side would not give up any opportunity to make the other party unhappy.

The rangers of Jinju only thought that Wei Changpan was talking nonsense for a while after he was powerless about Guo Huai's death, but Mochiha was intoxicated by the vision described by Wei Changpan.

"Today you come to beat me, tomorrow I will beat you, after the death of the person, both sides have a grudge in their hearts, thinking that one day they will fight back. The only one who should be with Wei Changpan was the young barbarian, who took a few steps forward and looked him in the eye, "As long as the people on the grassland can live, they won't go back to the south, but your people will still fight." ”

The emperors' obsession with expanding the territory is beyond Wei Changpan's control, Mochiha's words made him choke, who is Wei Changpan? It's just a three-story martial arts realm ranger, and he is still seeking to do greater things under the protection of Wuhe Dart Bureau, the only thing that can change his status quo is the merit obtained by killing the lord of the Nasarha tribe with a knife, which may change his fate, a great feat, but everything has to wait until he returns to Jinju alive and returns to the city of Yuancheng, there is no hope.

"There will be a day when .... Sons, grandchildren, and children will always have people who can see that day, but remember to tell these descendants that the family sacrifice is not forgotten. ”

....

"If you Yao people don't tell me about their credibility and kill me, then you won't be able to get out of this mountain, and in the end, you can only blame yourself if you go around and die in this mountain. After leading them out of the mountain, Mochiha told the truth, "The road after that is not all easy, the wolves with red eyes may have their eyes on your tail, and some small tribes may not keep up with the progress of the first tribe, and may run into you..."

Mochiha can only take them here, if he is bumped into by the people on the grassland and he is mixed with the Yao people, then his best end is to become a slave, and then some of the bad tribes who have a deep hatred with the Yao people will probably inevitably have a miserable death, and the identity of the noble children of the Taiqige tribe probably can't make these people have more scruples, and after being poked out, it may cause more trouble to the Bohuqin family.

These Yao people.... It doesn't seem to be what the people around me say.

He straightened the small saber at his waist, sat up straight on horseback, and shouted to these people, "When we meet again, we will be enemies! The men of the Bohuqin family will not show mercy to the enemy on the battlefield!"

There was an awe-inspiring look on the round face that had not yet taken off the childishness, and the warriors of Jinju also realized that this barbarian who had been with him for a few days was still against them after all, and no one said goodbye to him.

"The person surnamed Wei! Your wish will come true! Mochiha believes what you say, one day, when Yao and the grassland people meet, they don't need to hold a knife in their hands!", Mochiha rode away after shouting these words, and such childish words made everyone inexplicably touched, and more or less believed in Wei Changpan's wish.

They looked at Wei Changpan, who was also looking at the back of the young barbarian who had gone away on horseback, the sky was clear and the snow had not disappeared, and the horse's hooves were flying.

Mochiha Bohuqin, Wei Changpan silently recited this name in his heart, remembering that this young barbarian was so proud when he said his surname, and his face was also radiant, his thick eyebrows raised like two swords pointing straight to the sky, and he was always the one who drank the most, and when he was drunk, he danced and sang and danced the dance of a barbarian.

"Mochiha, go farther and farther, don't set foot on the battlefield again, that's not the place you should go...."Wei Changpan whispered to himself, "After stepping on it, there is no turning back." ”

He also turned his horse's head and took the rest of the men on his way.

Now there were only seven of them left, seven of them who were exhausted and bruised, and how far they had to go before they could return to their homeland.