Dark clouds cover the sky, the mountains are gloomy, and an ancient cypress on the top of the cliff behind the mountain twists its rugged torso, and the branches are blown by the mountain wind, like a ghost with teeth and claws.

"Young Patriarch, we've arrived!" Ba Heng laughed fiercely, his face reflected more and more hideously by the shadows of the branches and leaves.

Zhijia Zhen looked from the top of Ba Heng's shoulder, surrounded by dangerous rocks, withered grass swaying, a rough sentry tower standing on the edge of the cliff, tree branches built, wrapped vine ropes, the door of the wooden fence obliquely picked up a dead wind lamp, the dim light was as muddy as fog, with the wind falling and falling.

Everyone shouted and slapped the door open, there were a few bamboo beds against the wall, and two old men guarding the mountain were wearing torn jackets, just getting out of bed, looking confused.

"Wu Wu has an order, this place will be under the control of the young patriarch in the future, you two will pick up and go back to the village tomorrow morning to live. Ba Heng entered the house, casually threw away the money, and looked around with disgust.

On the wall hung seven or eight strips of salted meat, rusty iron knives, bows and arrows, and on the other side of the wall was a bamboo ladder leading to a sentry post on the roof. There was a water tank in the corner, and next to it was an earthen stove for a fire, and on the stove were clay pots, rags, salt bags, a few bamboo tubes blackened by smoke, and some dry firewood was piled up under the stove.

The two old men looked at everyone suspiciously, and didn't dare to say more, so they hurriedly cleaned up, lit firewood on the stove, boiled a pot of hot water, and finally let the bamboo bed out, curled up in the corner and kept silent.

"You two have listened carefully, the young patriarch is worried about the safety of the back mountain, so he specially came to guard the sentry tower. You went to the stockade and asked everyone to prepare some good rice, noodles and meat and send them over. Don't forget the bedding and leather jacket, the young patriarch is thin and can't stand the cold. A big man with triangular eyes said loudly as he patted Chi Kari hard, his big rough hand pressing tightly on the back of his neck.

Zhi Hunt Zhen was speechless for a moment, and he coughed for a while. Ba Heng's actions are also in order, first spread the news of their coming to Houshan all over the village, and then let people send supplies to confirm with their own eyes, and then they have a good one, and the clansmen will not think it is strange.

"Alright, take the young patriarch up there and familiarize yourself with the sentry post. Ba Heng yawned and lay down on the bed.

The big man with the triangular eyes grabbed Zhen Zhijia's shoulder, dragged him up the bamboo ladder, and lifted the movable planks of the roof. The slabbed roof was set up as a sentry post, and several wooden fences were tied on all sides, to which a huge bull horn was attached.

As soon as I got on the roof, the angry mountain wind hit my face, surging like a tide. Zhi Hunt Zhen hurriedly held on to the swaying fence, and outside the fence was a cliff, thrilling.

"The young patriarch should be careful, in case he falls, he won't even be able to find the bones. The triangular-eyed man kicked him deliberately, and the fence shook violently a few times, swaying with Zhi Kari.

Zhi Jia really grabbed the wooden fence, looking panicked. These people won't do it tonight, and when the people who send supplies tomorrow leave, it will be the moment of death for both sides.

"Young Patriarch, you will stay here tonight and be on duty. If anything goes wrong, Lord Wuwu won't spare you!" The triangular-eyed man nagged a few words, couldn't stand the cold, and went down by himself.

Shin Chikari wrapped himself tightly in his robe and sat down against the edge of the railing, his cold dagger clinging to his elbows. Along the steep cliff face, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a sheep's gut path winding through it, looming among the weeds and vines.

The sound of the crowd was faintly heard in the room below, and although the wind was strong, it was still caught by his keen hearing.

"Let you look at the young patriarch, why did you come down by yourself?" this is Ba Heng asked.

"Let me take a sip of hot water and take a break. Don't worry, Brother Heng, you can't run away from him, it's a cliff outside. Just his thin body bones, hehe...... "This is the voice of the triangular eyed man."

"The young patriarch used to sing and shout, but now he has become a stuffy gourd. ”

"I think he's scared silly!"

"Hahahaha!" the crowd erupted in laughter, torn apart by the wind.

On the second day, more than a dozen clansmen carried a load of food and clothing up the back mountain, and then there were clansmen who arrived one after another, and moved the things in the Zhijia Zhenzhu Building to the door, and finally even Zhiyou personally came to the door to deliver some herbs. Throughout the day, Zhi Hunt Zhen was wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep, and the people shook their heads.

"The mud can't hold up the wall!" As the sun set, the eldest leper in the clan, Abel, threw down this sentence and walked away in a huff.

I thought he had changed his sex and was sensible, but who knew that he would change his tricks again!"

"It must be boring to stay in the village, so I changed here to toss!

"The ancestors are stubborn, it's really a shame for his father!"

The wolf stood at the head of Zhi Hunt Zhen's bed, listening to the distant discussion of the clansmen, and his ugly face had no expression. Zhi Hunt really froze at the sentry post for a night and contracted the wind cold, and the clansmen did not have the time to understand this.

The wolf bared his teeth, and a sneering sneer oozed from the corner of his mouth. Zhiye told him that you are a human, not a man-eating wolf. But Zhiye is wrong, and people eat people. When he entered the village, he was also rejected by the people. The she-wolf who had raised him in the mountains slipped in to see him, was beaten to death, and skinned.

"Ba Wolf, you go and do your business. Uncle I said, the young patriarch will be guarded by me, you don't care about it in the future!" Ba Heng walked over and glanced at him demonstratively. On weekdays, my uncle is just using this wolf cub, if he really wants to do big things, how can he have his own blood and blood reliable?

Ba Wolf stared at Ba Heng with cold eyes, and the latter trembled in his heart, and cried out inwardly: "What do you want? This is what my uncle said himself!"

"Keep an eye on him, don't let this turtle son make trouble. Ba Wolf was silent for a moment, and walked away from Ba Heng's side, his arm gently brushing the wolf skin jacket that the other party was wearing. After so many years, he could still feel the soft and thick warmth: he remembered that he had grabbed her hair and stepped on it, and he always remembered that he had snuggled up to each other in the cold caves, and he had followed her to the moon and howl......

He went down the mountain, and the pale moon rose to the top of the cliff. He suddenly wanted to open his throat and roar, but he couldn't roar, and no one roared with him. And the road out of the mountain is narrow and steep, with stone steps, where can wolves run to their heart's content?

In the end, he just stepped on his own shadow and walked back like a silent lonely soul.

The stockade is in jubilation. "The caravan of the wind media is coming!" the wolf saw the people screaming and rushing to the gate of the village, and the women hurriedly took out the salted animal skins and sun-dried herbs, and the baby followed behind with great joy. The caravan of the wind media will always bring some colorful sugar dumplings, sugar noodle people, and tricks.

The wolf was in a state of flux, and hurried over.

More than 20 wind vectors straddle antelope lizards, and fish pass through the crowd. The antelope lizard's three-toed pad landed briskly on the ground, bouncing off with great force, leaping over the raised rocks on the ground. They are fast, have enough stamina, and dare to collide with tigers and leopards, not to mention crossing mountains and mountains. In the Eight Wildernesses, only the wandering wind media clan can tame the unruly antelope lizard.

A few babies couldn't wait to come over, and heavy baskets hung on both sides of the antelope, wrapped in tarpaulins. The babies secretly lifted the tarpaulin and looked inside.

"Don't squeeze it, be careful, there are sugar dumplings. The wind medium riding at the front bent down, patted the head of a bald baby, and then shook the colorful cloak on his body, and turned out a cluster of red and bright wildflowers out of thin air. He rubbed his hands together, "Papapa!" The petals scattered and splashed, and the red hawthorn candy jumped out like raindrops, causing the babies to scream and rush crazy.

A warm smile appeared on the faces of the group of wind media, they were all small and thin, all wearing colorful cloaks, pointed boots, and their pale silver hair was tied into small braids with colored ribbons, and the tips of the braids were decorated with coral beads, white clams, and turquoise...... Their eyes were gray, and their ears were oddly long and, and the tips of their ears were constantly quivering with the wind.

"Brother Fengyu, long time no see!" Barre's laughter rang out as the gathered clansmen moved out of the way.

The wind medium at the front strangled the antelope lizard and jumped down lightly, like a leaf falling in the wind. He has a soft face, is in his eighties, and is in the prime of life in the wind media family.

"Hello, friend Barre. Fengyu greeted Barre, crossed his arms over his chest, and made a greeting unique to wind media, "May you and I follow in the footsteps of the wind." ”

"Haha, may you and I follow in the footsteps of the wind. Brother Fengyu, this time you will definitely stay here for a few more days, at least after the 'Brazier Festival' of the beginning of winter. Barre warmly hugged the wind whisper, and it was a good time for these wind media to come. First, the people in the clan were panicked and urgently needed to be comforted, and secondly, if Ma Hua came to the door to find trouble, the wind media could not get out, and had to fight the enemy with the village. These wind media have unique skills at hand.

Fengyu smiled slightly: "When the wind goes and when it stays, it is not as easy as people want." ”

"Okay, okay, I know that you are all over the world, and you are not used to staying in one place. But the babies in the village are looking forward to the stars and the moon, so they are waiting for you to come, and they will watch the juggling for a few more days! Brother Fengyu, you won't let the babies down, will you?" As soon as Barry's words fell, the children began to make a noise, and the bold baby grabbed the cloak of the wind medium, screaming and jumping.

"Then let's have fun with the child first. One of the wind media blinked his eyes and jumped up with a "whoosh" and turned dozens of somersaults on the back of the antelope lizard; another wind media spread his cloak, and six colored balls rolled into his palm and threw them up and down, causing the child to scream; and another wind media opened the basket, took out the candy noodles, and pinched the colorful sugar figures. Many women also flocked to them, anxious to trade the mountain goods that they had stored for a long time.

"Light a bonfire, slaughter the pigs and sheep, and have a good time tonight!" exclaimed Barre, "Come, Brother Fengyu, come up to me and have a few drinks." Ba wolf, you look at the point, guard the stockade. ”

Ba Wolf bent down to receive the order, and when he raised his head, Barre and Fengyu had already walked far away. He narrowed his eyes and looked around the caravan for a moment.

"What's going on?" he said, pointing to a large basket that had just been unloaded. There was a man huddled inside, head bowed, unconscious, wrapped in a white cloth under his ribs, blood oozing faintly.

"We met him near the stockade, and he fell at the mountain crossing, presumably scratched by wild beasts. The wind medium on the side explained as he carefully picked up the man, "We gave him a wound medicine, but it didn't work, you witch medicine is very skillful, maybe there is a way." ”

"So coincidentally?" the wolf pulled the man's long hair up and pulled it up. "Hmm-" The man let out a faint moan, his complexion was dark, his eyes were narrow, and the bridge of his nose was especially high. The wolf looked down and landed on the other party's slender palm, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Friend, what are you doing here? He's badly wounded. Wind Media frowned.

"You media are really notoriously good people. The wolf let go of his hand, snorted and walked away. Bypassing the crowd, he turned around and stared at the person from afar, until Feng Medium carried the other party and walked towards Zhi Yu's residence.

"Wind media has always walked the world and is kind to others. I don't know when, Prince Qiao floated in, looked at the direction where the wind medium left, and said in a voice.

Ba wolf's laugh sneered: "Nosy people will cause trouble sooner or later." Sir, are you right?"

Prince Qiao smiled but didn't answer, the person rescued by the wind media must be Wu Qi. Far away, he sensed the strong smell of the Feather Clan.

Which one is this going to sing? Prince Qiao secretly wondered, and the wolf next to him flickered in his eyes, and seemed to be a little distracted.

The people of the Wu tribe have already lit a bonfire, the barbecue pigs and sheep are bubbling with oil, and piles of fire are rushing into the night sky. The wind media have performed juggling tricks, some of them played the ponytail and tiger head violin, and the cheerful music fluttered around. More media and witches held hands, singing and dancing around the fire.

"Are you Prince Qiao?Prince Qiao, the world-famous First Fang Shi of the Eight Desolations?" At this time, a wind medium came over, and his round eyes showed a hint of hesitation. He was still a teenager, and the tips of his soft ears had just grown light fluff.

Prince Joe smiled.

"It's really you!" Xiao Feng Medium clenched his fists, his face flushed with excitement, "Five years ago, when we were juggling in the Yongning Marquis Mansion of the Great Jin, we saw you. For the birthday of Yongning Hou, you showed a hand of 'peach pits into trees' technique, I really admire me. ”

Ba Wolf's face changed suddenly, and Xiao Feng Medium said again: "By the way, the young patriarch here is also your loyal supporter, and he also asked me to search for several biographies of you. ”

"Oh? That's interesting. Wang Ziqiao was slightly stunned, and then smiled meaningfully, "You sing and I will appear on the stage, and watch the makeup of each other." Xiaoyou, you might as well tell me about the young patriarch. ”