The barbarians are sincere in the word "barbarian", the men in the clan are brave and good at fighting, and the women are even more women who do not let their eyebrows go. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Legend has it that if a man dies in battle, his wife will go to the battlefield and swear not to give up without slashing the enemy.

The barbarians and the Song Jueren both have a ruthlessness in their bones. In Lu Yinbing's opinion, the barbarians may have a tendency to surpass the song.

Because the song is too cruel, no matter how smart the newborn is, or how accomplished he will be in the future, as long as there is any slight defect in the body, he will not survive the day of birth.

How Lu Yingbing sometimes hopes that none of this will happen again, and that every newborn can get an equal life. He suddenly had a naïve idea:

As long as he becomes the king of songs, all this will not have to happen again, no one will dare to do anything to songs, and no one will be abandoned in the enemy country.

From the depths of the cell came the sound of whipping, which penetrated the flesh. Lu Yubing knew that there was a barbarian prisoner there, and walked over quietly.

I saw a red-haired man tied in a cell with iron chains, his skin was open, but he was glaring at the executioner with his eyes open. The executioner actually weakened his hands, but when he saw the red-haired man laugh three times, he said, "Shuoren's strength is not even as strong as my seven-year-old son.

"You—you're not laughing anymore soon. The executioner took a moment of breath and sneered as he picked up a basin of boiling water. The freshly boiled water was steaming so high that even the executioner's hand holding the rim of the basin was burned by the boiling steam. He gritted his teeth, and the boiling water slammed down on him!

"Ah!" a terrible wail echoed through the cell, the flesh of the red-haired man's chest was burned red, and the executioner picked up an iron brush from the side.

The sharp iron brush filed over the scalded flesh, and even the barbarian iron-boned men were howling! The sound of frustrating the flesh and skin reached the ears of every prisoner, and naturally it also echoed in the ears of Lu Yinbing for a long time.

The torture lasted for half a pillar of incense.

Suddenly, the jailer said, "Don't take his life, you have to talk about it." The executioner finally stopped, but sneered: "How many things do you expect from a man who can withstand the punishment of an iron brush? ”

The jailer said, "That's not our duty, we have to take our lives and take the blame." ”

"Hmph! The executioner threw off his robe and left angrily.

This executioner was also burly and tall, with the illusion of a barbarian warrior.

The Shuo people are strong and prosperous, the barbarians are not a threat, and the seventeen vast and beautiful cities are the only beliefs and laws in the Sufu grassland. It is not unreasonable that thousands of miles of fertile and fruitful grasslands have been occupied by these people for a long time. Therefore, such a dangerous person as a barbarian is only imprisoned in a low-level prison at will.

In fact, this is not called a prison, it is a slow death sentence.

Here the prisoners were either starved to death, like the Fuso woman, or tortured to death by the jailers, and there was no way out.

Seeing that the jailers around him were indeed gone, Lu Yubing walked up to the barbarian man and reached out to pat him on the cheek.

"Hoo!" The barbarian man roared suddenly, saw Lu Yubing in front of him, and asked, "...... are you?"

Lu Yubing said: "I am about to become the enemy of the Shuo tribe, and you barbarians are about to fight with the Shuo tribe." ”

The barbarian man was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

Lu Yubing said: "Of course I know. The Gobi Desert in Dadong is only barren, and it is not easy for your people to survive, and how envious you are when you look at the vast grassland of Sufu. ”

The barbarian man suddenly burst out laughing, and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "You are wrong. ”

Lu Yubing said, "Oh?"

The barbarian man said: "Just because I was taken away by the Shuo tribe when I was herding sheep in Sufu, my people will come back to save me." ”

Lu Yubing said: "You are their boss?"

- "No. ”

Lu Yubing said: "Then you have some major secrets, so that the whole clan rose up to save you?"

- "Not really. ”

The barbarian man was covered in blood, but his smile made all the pain fade. He said: "I am only a member of the great barbarian clan, and because of my small part, my clan will enter the seventeen cities of Sufu." ”

Lu Yubing suddenly fell silent.

What an impassioned nation is that? The barbarian man said: "Actually, as you said, the famine in the Gobi is coming again, and war may break out in three months." Just because of me, things were brought a little bit earlier. ”

Lu Yubing said, "How fast?"

The barbarian man licked the blood on his lips and smiled calmly: "I bet, they have already set off now." The axe is sharpened, the arrow is quenched with the poison of the golden scorpion, and my wife will come with her eldest daughter and smash the cage completely. Hahaha!" his laughter was bold and confident.

In the midst of such laughter, Lu Yubing hurriedly walked out of prison.

- Dormitory.

No matter how graceful and luxurious he is, there is only Lu Yubing here. So lonely, so desolate. He pulled out a long, narrow wooden cabinet from under the bed.

There were three heavy iron locks on the counter. He opened the locks one by one, and quickly picked up the long knife inside.

The knife edge beast bone is white jade, and the blade is like ice beating snow.

This famous sword, "Jade Dragon", not only records the myth of the 3,000 battles and 700,000 battles at the Dragon's Tooth Pass. It was also the only weapon of the proudest samurai, Ardan Kik.

Once such a mad knife, drinking the blood of the enemy and devouring the flesh of the enemy, made 700,000 people hesitate!

But everything withered so quickly, the snowflakes on the cliff were buried by the thick wind and snow, and there were the bones of eagles next to them, and there were countless people throwing blood on the battlefield. But in the end, they were reduced to dry bones, and they felt nothing, and fell into endless darkness and depression. At the end of your life, I'm afraid it's lonely......" Aldan once said so, he stroked Lu Yinbing's head, and said: "Do you know? Although your six brothers have great talents, you have a strong explosive power, and I have a friend on the bank of the Surabaya River, who is good at this sword technique. You can practice with me. ”

Ardan did not fulfill his promise.

Because of the death battle of the Dragon's Tooth Pass, his old wounds recurred, and he died in agony in the cold and snowy night.

Before he died, he handed the "Jade Dragon" to Lu Yubing's hands.

- "This sword is a trace of my life in the world, and I bestow the glory of my life on you." You inherit not only your own ambitions, but also ...... The myth of the union of the world. "Ardan died alone.

Lu Yubing clenched his fists tightly and kept clutching out blood, could he leave Su Fu? Has Ge Jue's strength recovered? Can they withstand the Second Battle of Dragon Tooth Pass? Too many shackles have stopped him.

Suddenly, a fiery red finch flew into the palace.

Lu Yubing suddenly remembered that in his memory, there was often a graceful little girl hiding behind the thick soldier frame to peek at him. Every time she was seen, the girl ran back clumsily, hit the shield, and fell into the snow with her legs outstretched.

On the day she left the city, she also watched her in the small crowd, revealing an indescribable expression.

There was always such a flaming red bird beside her.

The firebird flew to Lu Yubing's shoulder, he opened the letter on the bird's leg, and suddenly smiled with relief.

There is no obstacle to singing, and there are 10,000 singing warriors.

At the beginning, 3,000 could be compared to 700,000, and now 10,000, I am afraid that I will really have to go to war, but the Shuo people will show weakness. Lu Yubing carried the jade dragon on his back mountain, smashed the wooden cabinet with one foot, and hung the armor of a year ago.

He slowly fastened the lock, gently dusting off every inch of dust.

Black armor, red robe, jade dragon sword.

He sat upright on a sandalwood chair, motionless, like a statue of iron.