"These are wolf fangs, which we wear to ward off evil spirits." The wounded soldier hurriedly took off the wolf's teeth and handed them to Xiao Chen with both hands.

It's not easy to say that it's not easy to do it at all, otherwise how can I meet you, a little evil god?

"Oh, it's pretty good." Xiao Ye played with it for a while and returned it to him.

"General Xiao, if you like it, just stay and play." The wounded soldier said flatteringly.

"Huh? That's not embarrassing, is it? Xiao Ye scratched his head, but he still liked wolf teeth.

"You are willing to accept the gift of the villain, that is the glory of the villain." The wounded soldier put his left hand on his chest and said reverently.

"Well, thank you then." Xiao Ye put away the wolf's teeth, reached out and took out a gold ingot in his arms, and handed it to the wounded soldier, "Then this is for you." ”

This gold ingot weighs ten taels and can buy a thousand wolf teeth......

But Xiao Ye has no concept of gold and silver, and he doesn't even know where this gold ingot came from, he only knows one truth, if someone gives him a gift, he must give it back to others.

It's polite.

But soon he was rude, because those wounded soldiers saw this, they took out all kinds of small bits and pieces of hands on their bodies and offered them, begging Xiao Ye to accept them no matter what!

It's not that they covet that big gold ingot, but they all regard Xiao Ye as a god, and giving him these things is equivalent to sacrificing to the gods, as long as the gods accept their sacrifices, they will definitely bless them in the future!

At least I can bless you not to meet him again in the future...... If there is a future.

But Xiao Chen was embarrassed, what if he didn't have any gifts to give back?

It happened that the monk Huihai next to him passed by, and when he saw Xiao Ye embarrassed, he smiled and said: "If people give you, take it, they are sincere, if you don't accept it, you will look down on them." ”

"What this great monk said is very true, huh...... Great monk, are you up and down? Some of the wounded soldiers looked at this meat-faced monk and felt a little familiar.

"Lao Tzu's law is called Huihai." Hui Hai doesn't look like a monk, and his tone doesn't look like a monk.

"Huihai ......" The wounded soldier thought hard, the person he once knew was not this name, and that person was not a monk either.

"You're Ebony River, aren't you?" Hui Hai suddenly grinned, "Your kid's life is really big." ”

"You are the general of the four seas under Li Tanhua!" This Ebony River is a Moxian man, and he is not a soldier, but a thousand-commander.

At that time, Wanyan Pingqiu's elder brother Wanyan Pingzuo was brave and personally led a thousand elite horsemen to kill Li Tanhua, but was hacked to death by Li Tanhua, and there were only a dozen of a thousand elite cavalry left, and the ebony river, which was still a centurion at the time, was one of the lucky survivors.

The battle of Ebony River was extremely heroic, and his martial arts were also quite powerful, and Feng Sihai fought him for dozens of rounds before he was defeated.

Convenient shovel top on his neck to ask him if he is convinced?

Ebony River shouted and scolded, not only was he not convinced, but he was not afraid at all.

He was so impressed by the wind that he not only did not kill him, but also invited him to drink, drunk him like mud, left him a horse and left.

Such heroic deeds naturally made Ebony River unforgettable for life, but he didn't expect to meet him in his lifetime.

It's just General Feng, are you serious about being a monk?

How could the Buddha accept someone like you!

"Lao Tzu had already put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the spot, but there were too many demons in the world, so he had to reopen the killing ring...... Ebony River, you hurt this virtue, can you still drink? Monk Huihai looked up to the sky and laughed.

"As long as you have a breath left, you can drink it! At most, it's just drunk on the battlefield, so what? Ebony River laughed too.

"I knew you kid was a man, go, drink with me!" Huihai pulled up the ebony river and carried it on his back, and the two talked and laughed all the way, really like brothers.

But the two drank and quarreled again, because Wumuhe suddenly thought that the eldest prince Wanyan Pingzuo was killed by Li Tanhua, and he also cut off his head to make a night pot, and he couldn't help but feel sad and angry.

The two armies are fighting, whoever kills is normal, and you can feel sorry for each other and turn enemies into friends when you turn back, but you Li Tanhua made our prince's head into a night pot is also unbearable!

I'm not talented in the ebony river, as long as I bump into you Li Tanhua, I will kill him to avenge the prince by saying anything!

He has made the head of our prince into a night pot, and I will cut off his bald head and kick it as a ball!"

The quarrel became more and more fierce, and finally broke up unhappily.

But Huihai still told the medical officers and nurses to take care of this person, although this kid is not sensible, but he is still a man, bother the doctors and nurses to bother a lot, don't look at the face of the Buddha just look at my monk's face.

Although they won a big victory, Xiao Chen and Wu Luolan also lost a lot of brothers, especially the Xian cavalry, which suffered heavy losses, and after checking, there were seven or eight thousand dead and wounded.

Xiao Chen's command also suffered hundreds of casualties, almost all of them infantry.

All the corpses were burned at night, and then hundreds of horsemen scattered the ashes all over the steppe......

A large stone tablet was erected on the top of the mountain, and the two lines of big characters on it were mentioned by Xiao Chen himself: Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why bother to return the horse leather shroud!

The names of all the fallen soldiers were engraved on it, and Xiao Chen, Wu Luolan, Zhuge Xiaosheng, and Qiu Muling personally worshiped in front of the stone tablet.

All silent.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of the horse-head piano sounded, and several people turned their heads to look, but it was the old man Mo Gan sitting cross-legged on the grass, slowly pulling the strings......

The wrinkles and furrows on the old man's face seemed to be a little deeper.

Qiu Muling listened for a long time, and suddenly sang along with the tune, his voice was rough and majestic, hoarse and passionate, revealing an indescribable sadness.

He used the ancient Xianbei language, which Xiao Chen and the others couldn't understand.

"Uloran, what is he singing?" Xiao Chen quietly asked Wu Luolan beside him.

"Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain." Uloran said softly.

Xiao Chen got goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, it turned out that this was a song that had been lost for thousands of years!

No wonder it sounds so sad and majestic.

Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain

The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

In fact, the song of the Ele was originally a ballad of the Ele people, but the Ele people have been extinct for a long time, and their language has long been lost.

The ancient Xianbei language used by Qiu Muling is not the original song.

But it's enough to shake people's hearts.

"Old man Mogan, please copy me a copy of the score of this piece." Xiao Chen doesn't like any music, but he has a soft spot for this ancient ballad.

The old man Mo Gan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance without saying a word, as if he had been immersed in this ancient ballad and did not hear Xiao Chen's words.

"Don't disturb him, the old man, he's asleep." Wu Luolan reached out and pulled the corner of Xiao Chen's clothes and said softly.

Old man Mo Gan was not asleep, but asleep.

This song has exhausted his energy.

A few people slowed down and left silently, as if no one dared to disturb the sleeping old man.

Walking far away, Xiao Chen looked back, but saw that the old man Mo Gan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground in the night, looking into the distance, like a silent stone statue......