Chapter Eighty-Four: Whose Hand Is the Deer Dead?

In the early morning, a person rushed from the official road, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was running.

The visitor was dressed in white, only on his toes, and every time his toes touched the ground, he did not see any force, and he instantly flew to a place more than ten meters away, but there was no sound, and the speed was a few points faster than that of a good horse.

Walking to a fork in the road, the white figure suddenly stopped his steps and glanced around, and only then his face was revealed, it was the royal authority returning from the northwest.

Wang Quanquan took out the map and carefully identified it, if he took the avenue, when he arrived in the capital, not only the daylily would be cold, but it was estimated that even the emperor would be cold, so it would be more time-saving to take the trail.

After making up his mind, he abandoned the official road and instead rushed along a small path into the dense forest.

When the figure of the king completely disappeared into the dense forest, a person dressed as a monk then appeared at the fork in the road, the monk was dressed in a black monk's robe, and a string of Buddhist beads was hung around his neck, which did not see anything special, but if someone saw his appearance, he would definitely be frightened:

The black-clothed monk was not only blind in one eye, but also had a laibao.

The monk's originally gloomy face revealed a strange expression at this time. He scrutinized his surroundings, sniffed out, and finally fixed his eyes on the path that the royal authority had walked. After determining the direction, I saw him take a light step, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Let's talk about the royal authority on the other end, last night he had a serious chat with the cheap junior brother he just recognized, that is, Park Wen, and found that the other party was not a belligerent person, not only did he not hate the Central Plains, but he had a strong interest in the Central Plains culture, the two talked a lot, and Park Wen even said something about his mother.

Wang Quanquan is not a scheming person, since the other party told him everything, Wang Quanquan naturally took off his face, and the two people who originally fought for their lives were like friends at this time, talking at night with candles. Of course, as to who is more handsome, the two insist on each other and do not give in to each other.

The two talked a lot during the period, and Park Wen expressed great interest in the culture of the Central Plains, but Wang Quanquan said that the most profound part of the Central Plains culture is the Qinglou.

Park asked puzzled, there is naturally no shortage of green buildings in the capital of Northern Turkistan, and what is done in it is all reluctant, where does the money and sex transaction come from.

Wang Quanquan shook his head, ridiculing the other party for not going to a high-end place, the women of the dynasty Qinglou, all of them have stunts, if you like the text, there are women who write poems and articles, if you like music, blowing, playing and singing are not a problem, if you like to play chess, there are also people who accompany you to talk until dawn.

Not to mention those oirans, they can't help but look bright, and they are even more proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Pu Wen was obviously moved by Wang Quanquan's words, and said that he must go to the Qinglou in the Central Plains to see it if he has the opportunity.

Seeing that the time had come, the king began to shake his head again and sighed:

"It's a pity that one of the Northern Turks has led troops to attack the Beijing Division, and once the country changes hands, the dynasty's Qinglou will definitely become like the Beitu Qinglou, and the girls will only lie on the bed and shout hard."

Pu Wen naturally understood the intention of the king's authority, hesitated again and again, and finally said that he would go back to persuade the Great Khan Agudam, give up attacking the Central Plains, and the two would be good for eternity.

Although Wang Quanquan believed what Pu Wen said, he was not optimistic about the matter of settling the Great Khan, the Central Plains was rich, rich and livable, and it had been a fat sheep in the eyes of nomads since ancient times.

When the Central Plains was strong, they voluntarily proclaimed themselves vassals and paid tribute every year, but if it decayed one day, these foreigners would naturally not let go of this opportunity, after all, the scraps rewarded by others were cold, and they couldn't feast on them after all. But the matter has come to this point, and you can only hope for the other party.

Therefore, he made up his mind: we must improve our national strength!

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The speed of the king's authority into the forest path has not decreased at all, the tall and towering trees are extremely rare after a thousand years, the king's authority simply jumped directly on the branches, like a spirit monkey shuttling between the trees, a hundred or more weight pressed on the light fluttering branches but did not crush, but borrowed his strength to move forward, without obstacles, his speed was a few points faster than on the ground.

The reason why he didn't ride a horse was because his legs were indeed faster than a horse, and secondly, he couldn't take a shortcut on a horse, especially in a steep place, and the white horse, which was better than a monkey, would definitely not want to go.

At noon, Wang Quanquan felt a little hungry in his belly, so he found a waterhole, first replenished some water, and then went into the dense forest.

It is not possible to carry back a stag, the deer is still leisurely gnawing on the grass, but unconsciously there is more person in front of him, the stag is naturally running away, but running and running found that the human is actually on a par with himself, the stag was surprised not to pay attention to the road ahead, crashed into a big tree, and died on the spot.

The king carried the carcass of the deer to the waterhole, took out a dagger, skinned it, washed it, and then made a fire and roasted the whole deer on it.

Barbecue meat is inseparable from cumin, even if Wang Quanquan goes out, he does not forget to carry a small bag of cumin on his body, at this moment he sprinkled cumin on the roasted five-cooked venison, and suddenly the aroma overflowed, spreading throughout the forest.

The scent will attract uninvited guests, although most of the time they are carnivores, but this time it was three people. Wang Quanquan tore off a well-roasted deer leg, and was gnawing on it, when three men walked out of the forest beside him.

If you don't look carefully in this forest, you will think that he is a blind bear, his face is full of meat, and he carries two plate axes in his hands, which are as big as door panels.

The other was a little shorter than him, but he was also strong, although he was not as striking as the previous one, but he had a top-down scar on his face, and the slanted scar ran through the entire face, which was extremely terrifying, and he carried a nine-ring machete in his hand, and the machete rang with his steps.

The third person was the opposite of the first two, thin and small, with a body not as big as the boss's axe, his eyes rolled around with a lewd face, and he only held a dagger in his hand.

These three people with very different looks and shapes followed the aroma of barbecue.

Wang Quanquan had already sensed the three of them, but he was eating vigorously, so he didn't raise his head, after all, this kind of thing is extremely physically exhausting, and eating first is the king's way.

The three people on the other side were extremely surprised by the speed at which the kid in front of them was eating, and a whole deer leg disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, Wang Quanquan finished gnawing the deer's leg under the strange gaze of the three, threw the bone aside, patted his stomach and burped, then stood up and looked at the three, and said lightly:

"I don't know what the three of you are doing?"

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