"Oh, come on, don't say it, I'm so uncomfortable. www.biquge.info"Yun Qiang has no father or mother since he was a child, and he is very afraid of his mother's love in front of him.

Although Chagan Sire is a small town, the population is small, and most of the Mongols prefer to live an unfettered life in the steppes. Wushuang and Yun Qiang walked out of the streets of the town while chattering. The north street of the town leads to the pasture on the grassland, because it is close to the residential area, the cattle and sheep on the pasture are herds, one by one, and the smell of cow dung and sheep dung is extremely delicious, and everyone has to cover their noses if they are not used to smelling it.

There is an old tree at the entrance of the town, and like China's national conditions, there is an old tree at the entrance of every village, and the shady place under the tree has become a place for the old people to discuss their daily routines.

The two old men and the three old ladies were sitting under the tree on crutches and chatting while eating melon seeds, Wushuang and Yun Qiang walked over, and several old men pointed and whispered something. It is estimated that he also recognized that Wushuang was not a Mongol.

Wushuang glanced at his face, ouch, these old people, they are not young, how old are they? The teeth of the old ones are gone, the folds on their faces are like ravines, and the dry hands and claws are covered with age spots.

"What a veritable town of longevity. Wushuang muttered to himself.

"Master, are they ninety years old?" asked Yun Qiang.

"Ninety years old? They are at least more than 100 years old, and when people live to a certain age, they are not called old people, but they need a few words behind them, and they are called old people. Look at these guys, how do they look different from ours?"

Yun Qiang is a rough man, shaking his head and saying that he can't see it.

These old people sitting under the tree and chatting all looked back at Wushuang, generally we say that the eyes of the old people are kind, but the eyes of these old people are not only not kind but reveal a coldness, as if you can see through your heart with your eyes, like a sharp knife directly into your chest socket, people who see are trembling all over.

"Bai Zaganu. Yun Qiang nodded at the old men and said hello, and then quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the old men.

"Grandma, I'm not afraid of killing people, why don't you dare to look at their old men and old ladies today?" Yun Qiang couldn't figure it out.

"Hehe......" Wushuang smiled dryly and walked towards the old tree step by step, and then squatted down. "Qisai Bainu. He deliberately stuck the glittering dagger at his waist and lifted his clothes to reveal them.

Who knew that when these old men saw the dagger, their faces turned timid, and they all took several steps back.

"Those who should go will have to leave sooner or later, why should you be attached to the dust of this yang world? The debts owed in this life will be repaid in the next life, how can you go against the will of heaven?" After speaking, he stood up and took Yun Qiang away. After he left, several old men were still staring behind him, and their eyes cursed him viciously like sharp knives.

"Master, are they afraid of you?"

"What are they afraid of me? Why are they afraid of me if they don't do something wrong? They are afraid of the murderous aura on my body, they are afraid of this cold-blooded blade. This cold-blooded blade is invincible, and all the dirty things in the world are extremely avoided, and they are aware of its evil energy. ”

Originally, the Cold Blood Knife was just an ordinary knife, if there was anything special about it, it was that it was forged with meteoric iron outside the sky, just because it killed too many people and dyed too much blood, so it became a treasure knife that made all the ghosts and ghosts tremble.

Bao Lide's house is not difficult to find, he is the most famous celebrity in Chagan Xire, and people come to him every hour every day to get his elixir. Of course, Baolide doesn't come to see a doctor from anyone, it depends on your luck, according to Wushuang's words, it depends on whether you have bad karma.

Bao Lide lives in a grassland on the north side of Chagan Sire, surrounded by a pasture fence with only two yurts, one for him and the other for entertaining visitors.

In the afternoon, Baolide's house was still crowded, people lined up in a long line, waiting anxiously in front of his house, and some were even sick and difficult to walk alone, and they had to rely on the support of relatives.

A warm spring breeze hit, and a windmill plugged in outside the door was whirling and turning.

"Master, you wait for me to call the door, there is such a long queue, I don't know when I see him. Yun Qiang squeezed in from the crowd, his physique was strong, and he was like a fierce beast rampage, causing a lot of commotion.

A few herdsmen were pointing behind their backs, probably saying that this reckless young man was not polite.

After a while, Yun Qiang turned around and came back.

"Master, the first person at the front door came last night, and he has been waiting here, he said that Baolide has not come out since dawn in the morning. The sun is going to set in a while, are we still waiting?" Yun Qiang asked him.

Wushuang looked up at the dazzling sun overhead, as long as there is a sun on the prairie, it is warm everywhere, but if the sun sets, the temperature will plummet.

A spring breeze blew, and several strings of brass bells hung on the ranch fence rattled. Wushuang gently stroked the copper bell with his hand, thinking about the safety of his good sister.

"Crash away!"

"What? Yun Qiang was a little confused. ”

"I said knock the ranch door open for me!" Wushuang said coldly. He is a beard, there is no need to talk so much etiquette, who has ever seen a beard and respectfully line up to knock on the door? They come and leave as they want, even if they kill people and sell goods, they never greet people in advance. They don't need a reason.

"Master, isn't this okay? After all, we're here to beg someone. "Yun Qiang is in a dilemma, if you say that you treat those wicked people, even if you kill them, it is not an exaggeration, but Baoli De is highly respected, and he is a witch doctor, and the witch doctor has a very high status in Mongolia, even higher than the monks in the Yellow Temple.

Wushuang ignored him, knowing that he was embarrassed, although this Yun Qiang was reckless, he was also a Mongolian, so it was a bit cruel for him to destroy the benevolence between the Mongols.

He pushed away the crowd and walked straight in, the herdsmen behind him pointed and whispered, he became the target of public criticism, don't look at this is also East Asia, but the appearance of the Mongols is fundamentally different from the Han Chinese, they have a wide face, a slightly collapsed nose bridge and a small mouth and small eyes. Wushuang is dressed fashionably, a life card, and with big sunglasses, can it not be conspicuous.

The wound on his back was still painful, and he occasionally limped when he walked, and everyone thought that he had also come to see a doctor.

He kicked open the gate of the ranch, he stood in front of the door and raised his voice and shouted: "The stars are shining high and shaking all evils, the earth dragon is covering the clouds and descending thousands of miles, the bandits devour and abuse hundreds of coles, and the top of the victory is the only show!"

Everyone straightened their necks and opened their mouths wide to look at the sick Han man curiously, maybe they couldn't understand Chinese, but they felt that this poem sounded very pleasant to the ear.