Wu Shijiu saw that he got out of the spiritual gate, almost the same as when he fell out of the spiritual gate for the first time, naked from top to bottom, it was really indecent in front of so many people, so he said: "Hey, there is a burden on the big black saddle, and some of the coarse cloth clothes I wore in it have been cleaned, and the weather is cold, if you don't dislike it, take it out and put it on first." ”

The man glanced at Wu Shijiu, his face was a little kind, but he was not polite to him, he took off the package on the big black saddle, and found a few clothes to wear on his body, he was short in stature, not as tall and strong as Wu Shijiu, and the clothes were slightly larger on his body, but he finally avoided the embarrassment of not being clothed.

He smiled at Wu Shijiu, nodded and said, "What's your name?"

This was the first time the man had spoken, and his voice was loud and full of energy, naturally with a condescending majesty.

"My name is Wu Shijiu, what about you?"

"Wu Shijiu, Wu Shijiu...... Hey, it's your ......"

When the man heard Wu Shijiu's name, he smiled. Then he glanced at it, stared at it again and again, and said after a while: "We will meet again." ”

Saying that, he turned over and got on the horse, his movements were skillful, and his skills were agile. Da Hei hissed, raised his forefoot high and kicked a few times in the air, turned around a few times in place, looked at Wu Shijiu, and snorted softly.

All of them, including Ashinawei and the others, shouted at the man angrily and told him to get off his horse quickly. Only Wu Shijiu knew that Da Hei must be this person's previous mount, otherwise he would not be so obedient.

After a few laps, Da Hei raised his forefeet again and chirped, wanting to get close to Wu Shijiu, but was pulled by the reins by the man, and his legs slammed the horse's belly, Da Hei was in pain, turned around, stepped away on snow-white four, and galloped away with the man on the horse, and disappeared into the night after a while.

"Wu Gongzi, you ...... You just let him ride your horse away, that's a rare horse in a century!" Ashinawei looked surprised.

"Da Hei just got separated from his master, and he followed me halfway, isn't it better to return to the original owner now?" Wu Shijiu looked very suddenly, thought about it and said: "Actually, Da Hei's master is the same as us, and he has a long way to go in the future." ”

Ashinawei didn't know what he was muttering to himself, and seeing the spiritual gate closed and the strange man left, he remembered that he hadn't found the damba grass yet, so he hurriedly rushed to the place where Ah Jie pointed out, and cut through the sand with the other warriors.

There are many people with fast hands, and in a moment everyone digs a big pit more than one zhang deep, and they see a flash of golden light in front of them, a plant is exposed to the soil layer, the plant is tender and green, glowing with a faint golden light, from the root to the top of the seven stems and leaves, each stem and leaf is stacked with seven layers of leaves, the top stem and leaf, wrapped in a small pale yellow flower, with buds, as if a beauty is asleep.

As the plants broke the ground, bursts of fragrance wafted out, and everyone present smelled it, and all felt comfortable physically and mentally.

"All you need to do is take the little flower at the top, twist it and sprinkle it on the wound of Jueru Zampu." After 7749 days, the damba grass will still be exposed to the ground again, and then it will bloom again, and the fragrance of the flowers can be smelled dozens of miles away, and the devil's eye will stop gushing. ”

Ashinawei had mixed feelings, and the hardships and hardships along the way finally paid off at this moment. He leaned down and bowed to the damba grass, carefully breaking the small flower at the top and twisting it in his hand.

At this time, a river warrior gently carried Jueru to the front, and Ashina Wei sprinkled the twisted petals on his wound. Strange to say, the wound on Jueru's shoulder was already black and festering, and the bones were visible, but the petals of the Danba grass were sprinkled, and the cracked skin and flesh slowly healed, and the black toxins faded little by little.

"Ashinawei, Wu Gongzi, me...... Am I still alive?"

Ashinawei and other Hehuang warriors prostrated on the ground, crying with joy. Ah Kuijie, Krigu, Wu Zijin, Wu Shijiu and others also bowed down.

At this time, the moon passed through the atrium, and the east gradually revealed the white of the fish's belly. Ah Yujie strongly invited everyone to return to the Yellow Head Hui Ya Tent to rest. There were women, children, old and young who competed to see Zhu Yan's corpse, and learned that the monster that infested the tribe was killed by a young man from the Central Plains, and they were all impressed, and they respected Wu Shijiu like a god, and everyone vied with each other to shake his hands, as if in this way they could obtain the power of the gods.

That night, Ah Gang ordered people to set up a bonfire, kill cattle and sheep, and entertain distinguished guests. He cooked all kinds of meat delicacies, and everyone laughed and drank to celebrate. During the period, everyone had to go up to Wu Shijiu to toast and express their hearts.

After only a moment's effort, Wu Shijiu was overwhelmed by the strength of the wine, and he was already slightly drunk. He found an excuse to leave quietly, walked alone to a grassy slope and sat far away, seeing that the night was dark, the bonfire was lit, and a full moon only went up to the West Mountain, he couldn't help but think of the Tengger Desert, and often sat at the entrance of the cave on the hill with Shuangxi, looking at the bright moon in the sky in a daze.

I don't know where I went at this moment?

Immediately, I thought that I fell in love and broke up in the real world, but I fell in love with another girl in the world of the ancients more than 900 years ago.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly smelled a burst of wine, and his footsteps were light behind him, and someone walked over.

As soon as he turned around, he handed him a wine bag with a smile, and he was still holding a food box in his hand, which contained freshly roasted meat, which was full of aroma.

Wu Shijiu smiled: "I don't drink well, it's not as good as you, I really can't drink it." ”

He didn't smile or force it, just sat side by side with him, quietly watching the noise in front of him. Wu Shijiu saw that there was Nalan Chunni between her eyebrows, and she couldn't help but feel a move in her heart. The light and shadow were soft, reflected on her beautiful face, and for a moment, she felt as if she was still in the night of her senior year, the first kiss that was impulsive but never obtained, I am afraid that I will never go back.

I don't know how long later, the yellow-headed warriors at the campfire in front of them stood up one after another, raised their wine bowls above their heads, put one hand on their chests, and sang in unison:

Immortality

Pastoral chanting

Five high car festivals

Pingchuan Ma Rulin

Ma Rulin

Knife bow hidden

Chase the enemy on the battlefield like a tiger and wolf

I bowed my head to see my relatives crying

I looked up and saw the white moonlight again

White moonshine

According to the hometown

Warriors bury bones and break their intestines

People break their bowels

The wine is slightly cool

A cup of life and death in the West Xinjiang

The song was reincarnated repeatedly, desolate and tragic, and spread far away. He picked up a branch and wrote on the ground: "The yellow-headed man commemorates the dead soldiers. ”

Wu Shijiu suddenly felt respect in his heart. I saw Ah Wujie, Krigu and others finish singing, dip their hands in wine and sprinkle it to the sky and the ground, and the rest are drunk as soon as they are drunk, everyone has tears on their faces, women and children, old and young, supporting each other, kneeling on the periphery, muttering to themselves.

Jueru got up, folded his hands and silently recited the "Ode to Requiem", transcending the dead. Most of the Huangtou Hui people believe in Buddhism, and they all worship when they hear that Jueru is the son of God and Buddha, and the descendants of Queen Yalong.

People only want the peace of the moment to prevail over all the good.

In the downwind direction of the grassy slope, there were two figures standing faintly, and the person on the left was dressed in red and holding a long sword. The moonlight sprinkled on the other person, and he could vaguely see that the white clothes were like snow, watching Wu Shijiu from afar. The two stood quietly for a moment, and were about to move, but saw the woman next to Wu Shijiu leaning over and gesturing on the ground, writing something, Wu Shijiu said: "Princess, don't hide it, you look like a friend of mine." ”

The woman wrote a few more words, and Wu Shijiu smiled and said, "Maybe everyone has their own path to take, I wish her happiness." The man in white listened in a daze, retracted his steps, and the man in red next to him tugged at his sleeve, and was about to take her to turn around and leave.

On the grassy slope, Wu Shijiu was concentrating on watching Zijin write, suddenly hearing the sound of the wind breaking in the back of his head, he didn't look back, and made a backhand move "Mr. Wuyou" to copy the thing in his hand, only to feel that his hand was soft, it turned out to be a paper ball, when he opened it, he saw that the handwriting on it was beautiful, and there was a line of small words: "Zixi Zixi, such a beloved?"

Wu Shijiu "buzzed" in his head, jumped up and turned his head to look, and vaguely saw two figures flashing away. He shouted, "Xixi, is it you?" and his body popped out like an arrow from the string. But at this time, it was late at night, and the speed of those two figures was also extremely fast, and there was no trace of them in three or two moments.

Wu Shijiu chased out a few miles in one breath and came to a mountain forest, seeing that several paths into the mountains were zigzagging and submerged into the forest, where were there any figures? He shouted "Xixi" twice in a row, and only one echo after another in the darkness gradually faded away in the valley, and no one answered.

Deep in the forest, two men hid in the canopy of trees, holding their breath and not listening. Wu Shijiu shook the fire, searched back and forth in the forest, and called for a long time, and the sound gradually faded away.

After a long time, a man in the canopy of the tree said, "If you want to see it, why don't you see it?" Listening to the voice, it was a woman, but she was not young.

The other sighed softly and did not answer.

The woman sneered and said, "What, are you afraid that the poisonous oath you have made will come true?" Seeing that the man did not answer, she said: "Hmph, the oath made by people in the world is like a fart, do you really think that what kind of oath you make, what kind of karmic retribution? God should have such a good effect, why are the good people in this world not rewarded, but the bad people can be passed down from generation to generation!"

After a pause, he said: "But your good feet are so fast, your internal strength is strong, and your body is smart, with my skills, I was almost caught up by him." I think it's a good candidate. I can't say it, I still need you to convince him to help in the future. With his help in mediation, the Tibetans and the yellow-headed people may be able to send troops to help. ”

She babbled a lot, and when she saw that the other person was just silent, there was a slight displeasure in her tone: "That's it, I, Li Hongsheng, have never asked for anyone in my life, but when I come to you, I seem to be so low-voiced." Hey...... What my dead old man will not agree to when he is dying, I prefer to do it in this life, otherwise I will die, and go to the earth, and see my ancestors and fathers. You just agree to this matter, otherwise, the aconitum corpse worm will attack, burrow into the bone marrow, and die an extremely ugly death, and then your good friend will still look at you without looking at you!"

In the dark, I only heard the sound of the bushes, thinking that the other person trembled when he heard this, and then said softly: "The predecessor was born in a famous family, but why are the methods so vicious. If you follow Wu Gongzi's character, even if you don't threaten my life, maybe he will agree to help you. "Listen to the voice, it's a young woman.

Li Hongshang said with a smile: "I don't believe that there are any people in this world who don't want to be famous or profiteous, it's better to take him more than to have empty hands and red mouth and white teeth." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the young woman's wrist, and with the sound of the wind in her clothes, she fell to the ground and walked out of the forest. As soon as she reached the edge of the woods, the wind was blowing in the darkness, and a palm slapped at her door.