Bidding farewell to the bear king Ma Longfa, the three of them embarked on the way home again, after this incident, the haze in Ma Longxing's heart dissipated a lot, so his eyebrows dispersed a little bit of depression, and he looked a little more delicate, even Yan Qingli had to admit that Ma Longxing was indeed quite handsome, but he was a few points worse than himself.

Before leaving, the three of them brought the bear nails issued by Ma Long, although this thing is a little disgusting, but at least the little demon will not come to disturb, and the demon king of the same level will not appear, and will only give the bear king a face, let these humans pass through their territory.

Ma Longxing walked in the front, leaving the dead in the middle, and Yan Qingli was behind. Although the two felt that there was no danger, they still didn't dare to relax their vigilance, because there were not only demons in this evergreen forest.

And Liyan was fiddling with a pair of hostas he had taken from the Bear King, muttering how beautiful they were while fiddling.

So he turned his head and rolled up Yan Qingli's scattered hair, then pinned it with a hosta, and then rolled a ball head by himself and fixed it with another hosta.

After finishing the movements in his hands, he laughed happily.

Yan Qingli touched Liyan's head with his only remaining right hand, and Ma Longxing, who was at the front, also smiled slightly when he felt this harmonious atmosphere, this is his brother.

I don't know how far I went, there were no difficulties and obstacles along the way, Yan Qingli's mood couldn't help relaxing, talking and laughing with Ma Longxing, just like going out in the wild.

On the seventh day, the three of them had reached the point where they could see the Great Wall.

The Great Wall was built thousands of years ago, and it took 500 years to build it, so that the Changning Empire now has a huge Great Wall that stretches for 3,000 miles, like a long dragon encircling in the north of Shenzhou, suppressing evil demons.

Yan Qingli used to live in Beirong Village at the foot of the Great Wall, and did not feel how majestic the Great Wall was, but now from a distance, he knew that the Great Wall was tall and strong, like a long dragon rising from the ground, and it was magnificent.

It is in response to the sentence of the ancients, "I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain!" ”

Out of the evergreen forest, there is also an empty snowfield, only five miles long.

The moment they stepped into the snow, Yan Qingli felt that there were countless breaths fixed on his body, and when he looked up, dozens of bed crossbows were aimed at him, and Yan Qingli was in a cold sweat in an instant.

"Brother on the Great Wall, I am from the Beirong clan, please open the door and let us in!"

Yan Qingli shouted at the top of his voice, which made the people upstairs hear, so dozens of bed crossbows turned into several and were still facing them.

As the iron gate rumbled, the door of the Great Wall opened a gap, which was said to be a gap, but in fact, the two horses could go hand in hand.

I saw thirty men dressed in animal skins, riding all black high-headed horses, surrounding the three of them, raising their crossbow arrows and aiming at them.

Then an officer-like figure appeared, dressed in animal skins, helmets and armor.

"This is the boundary of the Great Wall of the Seymour Clan, how can you, a member of the Beijung Clan, appear here." The armoured general said.

"Does the general know that the Beirong tribe conquered the barbarian savages two months ago, but was ambushed?" Yan Qingli replied.

Hearing this, the general of the Seymour tribe was full of solemnity and escorted the three of them back to the Great Wall.

"Boom~!!"

The iron gate slammed down, and the three of them were escorted by the Seymour to the Seymour cell.

This is enough to see the importance and fear of the Great Wall soldiers for things north of the Great Wall, although it has been hundreds of years since they have seen the demon clan, but they have never slackened in the past few hundred years.

On their way to the prison, they passed through the downtown of Seymour.

The Seymour tribe was a little richer than Yan Qingli's Beirong tribe, because of the large population and the lot of business dealings with the local big cities.

After a while they arrived at the Seymour prison, where there were very few people and the environment was not bad.

Yan Qingli and the others picked a cell to go in and began to wait.

The Seymour have sent people to Beirong Village to find the Beirong Patriarch, but the Seymour are far away from the Beirong Clan, and it takes about a day to go back and forth.

Yan Qingli had already begun to prepare to wait, but at this time, a white-haired middle-aged man came, judging from the name of the jailer, this person was the patriarch of the Seymour clan.

"Little brother Yan, right, in the Lower Seymour Patriarch Yelu Feijun. You say that you are from the Beirong tribe, but as far as I know, the surname of Beirong is Wanyan...... Could it be that you are the son of Lord Yanbei Zhiyan? Yelu Feijun asked.

Yan Qingli nodded and acquiesced, but secretly admired his father's reputation in his heart.

"My dad is really awesome, he can make good connections wherever he goes."

So in the exclamation of Yelu Feijun, Yan Qingli was invited into the mansion of the Seymour patriarch.

Yan Qingli looked at the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him with a little crampedness, at a loss.

Only then did Yelu Feijun explain: "Lord Yan's name of benevolence and righteousness is far away in the north, and he has made friends in the past!" Now that I see Lord Yan's son, he is really a dragon and a phoenix among people, and the tiger father has no dog! ”

Yan Qingli said a few words modestly, but his heart blossomed.

In this way, under the greetings of everyone, the day passed quickly.

Yan Qingli woke up very early, he had already gotten up when everyone was still asleep, then looked at his broken left arm, sighed, and then took out the Yanfeng knife and walked to the courtyard, and began to practice knife skills.

With only one arm, it is naturally a little awkward, and sometimes he can't even control his balance, but as he swings the knife over and over again, Yan Qingli is becoming more and more proficient in one-handed knives.

After practicing, Yan Qingli climbed onto the roof, ready to watch the sunrise, but found that there was already a person sitting on the roof.

It was Ma Longxing.

Ma Longxing's appearance startled Yan Qingli, and he almost fell off the roof, but it was Ma Longxing who pulled him, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

The two sat side by side on the ridge of the roof, facing east, looking at the whiteness of the fish's belly.

"Brother Yan, how did you break your arm?" Ma Longxing asked. "Of course, if it's inconvenient, then it goes without saying."

Yan Qingli didn't care and said.

"This matter is only for you to tell alone, don't tell anyone else, my father can't do it, who made you my brother." Yan Qingli patted Ma Longxing's shoulder and continued.

Then Yan Qingli followed the Beirong people on the expedition, then to the ambush, to the cliff and survived, and then to meet the demon Zhang Yuxuan and adopt and leave the ......

These episodes made Ma Longxing's face pale.

"It's really not easy to survive in this situation, it's really hard for you!" Ma Longxing looked at the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him and said, his eyes were full of pity.

"It's okay, I'm still using the knife." Yan Qingli quipped, her words full of sadness.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, they just looked at the east in the distance, as a wisp of purple gas came from the east, the sunlight began to leak out, and after a while, a round of red sun slowly rose.