Helpless, Wushuang is reluctant to say goodbye to her sweetheart, so many people are here, and you can't have a romantic kiss goodbye, then the little pepper blue butterfly is waiting there, maybe a little excesses She has to bury you as a little hooligan on the street.

Turned over the horse and drove towards the Hulunbuir grassland. It is a crossing, bordered by the Sino-Russian border to the north, the Daxinganling forest area to the south, and the Hulunbuir steppe to the east. Passing through this forest, over the two mountains, looking at the endless Hulunbuir prairie, the pasture on the grassland is golden in autumn, open up some distance to look, the eyes are full of golden light, it can really be said that the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low. It's a mess of beauty.

This qiē is like in a painting, but the only thing missing is those lovely cattle and sheep. There was not a single shepherd on the steppe, and the caravan left a trail of dust across the steppe, and then the area was quiet again, as if even the grasshoppers under the grass were hiding. This is a once-in-a-decade wolf slaughter.

The arrogant Mongolian horse gang returned to their own steppe in a more than happy mood, especially just now at the junction of China and Russia, it can be regarded as a long face for the horse gang, and they fought a small victory, and they were praised by the leader Wushuang a few words, and everyone was so happy. More than fifty fast horses galloped freely on the steppe, the brothers held the reins in one hand, and the muskets in the other hand were raised and shaken, and their mouths shouted in the high-pitched tune of the Mongolian patriarch. The high-pitched long tune echoes in the endless prairie, making people forget the troubles in their hearts for a while.

The horses have been running for a day, and the horses are not tired and tired, and when they pass by a clear spring on the way, Yun Qiang asked everyone to take a break and lead the horses to drink.

"This spring water is so sweet. Wushuang lay on the water's edge and took a sip.

"The fresh water that has not been polluted by humans is sweet, and the master who lives in the city all the year round naturally cannot appreciate the beauty of the prairie. Ma Sihai said.

"If one day I am no longer the leader of the thief, and the Kui charm around my neck can be removed, I am willing to build a yurt in Hulunbuir, raise a herd of cattle and sheep and a sheepdog, lie on the prairie all day and sing a long tune, watch my livestock frolic on the grassland, and hold my beloved woman to give birth here and live a quiet life. "Actually, Wushuang wanted to say that the woman was your granddaughter Ma Ya, but she still didn't dare to open her mouth when the words came to her lips.

"No, this is not the day that the master should live, you are the leader of the thief, your fate will no longer belong to you from the day you were born, you are destined to bear a heavier burden than my senior brother, and revitalize the Northeast thief! In the future, if you can find out the mystery of your own background, if you can finally solve the secret in the cracks of the Xing'an Mountains, if you can recruit all the subordinates of the thieves on the former Changsheng Mountain, then you can do whatever you want, even ......"

Ma Sihai's words contained a great rebellious ambition, which was once the ambition of his master Wu Gongyao, and now he can only pin his hopes on the young master. But Wushuang can't understand it so deeply, no matter how mature he is, he is just a child in his early twenties, he just wants to pursue his own happiness.

Wushuang took his words and added, "Even whose daughter I have a crush can forcibly take it away, even if her grandfather doesn't agree?"

In the face of such a big boy, Ma Sihai couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't dare to get angry when he pulled his old face, and he didn't dare to make his words clear, so he could only be silent.

"Second grandfather, I remember when I was a child, my grandfather told me that I am not the same as other children, so the education I received from childhood to adulthood is also different, I have the blood of the bandits on Changsheng Mountain in my bones, so I can't be obedient to be a little sheep no matter what I encounter, I must get what I want!" Wushuang looked at Ma Sihai's glasses with a smile and said calmly. He is an order, which means that no one can stop me and your granddaughter, so you can save it.

"Huh...... The master has indeed grown up, but we are Chinese, and the traditional concept of Chinese is the words of the matchmaker of the parents, even if there is no such ...... Master, do you know the mystery of your background? Do you know why you have been changing your sex for generations? Do you know who my master is? Do you know why your marriage was decided before you were born? Sihai doesn't know, but one thing I can tell you for sure is that your future children will have 100% of my master's blood!"

What did he mean by this? Wushuang was a little confused, bloodline? Is bloodline so important? He is not a relative of the emperor, even if he was a Manchu noble family who loved the Xinjueluo family back then, I am afraid that he would not dare to say that he would guarantee his bloodline now, right? Oh, by the way, if he married Ma Ya, the genes contained in the bloodline of the children they gave birth to in the future would be farther and farther away from the ancestor Wu Gongyao.

It's not quite right to explain it like this, he is not the Dong family, Dong Ye is his grandfather, not his grandfather, he only has the general bloodline of Dong Ye, and he is not even surnamed Dong, what kind of future bloodline are you talking about?

The more Wushuang thought about it, the more confused he became, he simply didn't want to, young people have to be determined in the face of longing love, he didn't believe that in the future, he stole out of the family's household registration book and registered with Ma Ya, or the two of them suddenly dried firewood and cooked rice, what else could this group of old things do?

Yun Qiang saw that the tone of these two people's speech was wrong, and quickly changed the topic and said: "Master, this clear spring water is called Sari Bay in Mongolian, and the Chinese translation is the meaning of Moon Bay. You see, it doesn't look like a semi-circular moon?"

"I have heard of Saariwan, and legend has it that this spring water was named after the Qing Emperor Nurhachi. When he led the Yellow Banner to fight in the Hulunbuir Prairie, he was armed with an arrow on the battlefield, and he used it to wash away the blood stains on his body when he saw that the water was clear, but the wound was miraculously restored after being stained with this spring water. "Wushuang heard that grandpa once told this paragraph.

"Yes, the young master is through the past and the present, but there is such a legend. Saari Bay is also the pure water on our Hulunbuir prairie, usually the shepherds pass through this place to come down to pray sincerely, and then drink a sip of spring water, praying for the immortal heaven to bless its believers. But now...... Hey!" Yun Qiang sighed deeply.