The mellow country voice made Zhang Bian, who was also almost exhausted, in a trance.

In the late spring of March, in the vast wilderness, a withered yellow began to turn green. There is no scene of spring and snow in Qingping Prefecture, where the grass grows and the warbler flies, but there is the wind blowing the grass bottom, the cattle and sheep are herds, and the tigers and wolves are surrounded by wildness.

A tall and swarthy child, running through the waistless grass, frolicked and chased with his friends, and never returned, until a plump young woman stood in front of her tent and scolded the child to come home. The black, thin and tall child, passing in front of the woman, only needed to make a few more grimaces, and the seriousness of the plump woman's face was immediately broken. With a smile, he took his son's little hand and got into the tent together.

The child was born with strong muscles and bones, and every time he subconsciously pinched his mother's big hand, his mother would bend down and shout that his hand hurt and let him lighten it.

It's just that the child is naughty, and he always thinks that the adults are teasing him, so he pinched harder and harder. As a result, every time, it was only when the mother was angry and reprimanded that the child let go of his hand in anxiety. Then the soft palm gently stroked the child's head.

Shaking his eyes, the child turned into a teenager. He has his own whitehead. In that Western Desert wilderness, every nomadic man is proud to raise an eagle falcon. Well-trained falcons can assist in grazing and guard people and animals in the area where the madmen are haunted.

Whenever young friends get together, one of the most interesting things is to fight eagles. Whose falcons are rarer, larger, more aggressive, and more trained...... It's all about everyone's competition. The most common is the cliff harrier that likes to fly over the dwelling, hover, and swoop down to catch poultry at the right time. This harrier is the smallest, but it is the most flexible, but it is difficult to get rid of the wild and difficult to train. So even if it is raised, it can not do much for its master, and it is a good hand at hunting small birds and beasts.

Slightly higher than the mountain cliff harrier are the goshawk and peregrine falcon, which are not only larger, but also easier to train, hunting early warnings, and even long-distance messengers, are good hands.

There is also the fierce and abnormal vulture, the cub is not easy to catch, because the female vulture that guards the cub is huge, fierce by nature, and has a sharp and powerful beak and claws, and the average child is not an opponent. Therefore, a teenager who can raise a vulture is often regarded as the strongest among his peers.

Even more noble than vultures are crocodiles and white-fronted eagles.

It's just that these two kinds of falcons are rarely seen in ordinary nomadic homes. They are all caught by nomadic teenagers, but a chick of a crocodile owl can be sold to a fairy family on the mountain or a rich man under the mountain, and it can be exchanged for a house with a patio in the city.

The chick of a white-fronted eagle can not only be exchanged for a house covering an area of two or three acres, but also a large production industry in the city.

The white-fronted eagle is also known as the white-headed wind in the local area.

The swarthy boy was trained to be a white-headed wind.

Later, when the young man's people were slaughtered, the plump woman died of humiliation, and the man and the boy, who were also swarthy and tall, were bound to a stout pillar and witnessed the woman's tragic death.

The man never said a word, just a pair of bloodshot eyes. He told the boy in silence to remember the faces of every living person who entered the ranch today, and when you were ready, find them and their families, and return blood for blood.

Later, after the tragic death of both parents, the boy was saved. More than 100 good people in the entire ranch were killed and wounded. Later, on the way to escape, I met other ranch clansmen one after another, the same tribe, adjacent herds

The fields are far apart, but they may be tens or hundreds of miles, and they don't see each other a few times a year, so they don't know each other.

In that massacre, the invading strongmen not only wanted to plunder all the livestock and property, but also had to kill the young people.

Which famous white-headed wind is also the thing that the other party is determined to get.

More than 1,000 tribes, more than a dozen pastures, and less than 100 remained. On the way to flee, as long as these more than 100 people meet the clansmen, they will pass down the edict of the old patriarch before his death.

Everyone who survives must return home alive, and on the way, they can fight for their comrades, but they are not allowed to die for anyone. Each one of you can only die for revenge.

The boy did not go with these strange people, he no longer trusted anyone, and he went east alone with the white-headed wind......

It's a pity that in Xiangguan City, which one's combat power is not inferior to that of a martial artist from the Four Realms, he traveled thousands of miles to send a letter to the Taoist Academy. Otherwise, in the event of a life-and-death stalemate, it will be able to kill its opponent in one fell swoop!

Zhong Li, who was avoiding the edge in the corner, had already seen that something was wrong with the two of them climbing their arms, and the powerful qi ripples forced him to be a little out of breath. Zhong Li's face was full of panic, he didn't dare to cross the lobby, went out from the front door to greet his companions, opened the side door with trembling hands and feet, and staggered away with his feet.

However, from the beginning of the takeover, to the life and death struggle at this time, it is a long story, in fact, it is a matter of the blink of an eye, if he Zhong Li staggered to move in to rescue the soldiers, I am afraid that there are only two corpses left, or two waste people.

Helian Wuji and Zhang Bian had already turned a blind eye to everything around them, and their minds were blank.

The earth shook violently.

The bulging Qi Sea Dantian of the tall shopkeeper was instantly emptied, and his hands instantly left the other party's arms, sore and drooping.

Zhang Bian was no better, and the entire hollowed-out Qi Fu meridian suddenly had a strong impact on the qi machine, and it was instantly full. And the two portals where the true qi was frantically vented were slammed shut.

The two of them who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe were stunned, and they looked at each other for a long time, only to realize that there was already a middle-aged man beside them who was withered.

The two hands of the middle-aged man naturally rested on the shoulders of the two of them.

At this time, a man dressed in a literati robe hurriedly entered the hall through the back door. The man is of medium stature, his appearance is not good, his body is full of all kinds of luggage, schoolcases and bags, and even in his hands, he is holding the four treasures of the study that can be held.

In the lobby, the man in the long shirt found a clean table, carefully put down the heavy "pendant" on his body, and then turned around and faced the three people who were forming horns here. The tall shopkeeper regained his indifferent expression, but bowed deeply to the man in the long robe, and called out "Sir" in a respectful tone.

The gentleman raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his face, and said with a wry smile: "Wuji, why is this bothering?"

Helian Wuji straightened up, glanced at the black-faced young man opposite, and said indignantly: "The wicked guest deceives people, and the student is angry, and he doesn't want to wronged Mr. I had to make a move. ”

The scholar in the long shirt sighed, "That's not good." An elegant courtyard, even if it is this inn, is a trivial matter, but if from now on, I will not hear you call a sir, or scold Gong Jili who misleads people's children, but it will be a big deal. Preaching and preaching can be done anywhere, and the place where I stay is the earth for the bed and the sky.

There is also an infinite wind and moon. This chivalrous man, the courtyard belongs to you, and the house money has been paid, so I should apologize for my reckless protégé. ”

The latter sentence, of course, was said to Zhang Bian. However, at this time, the black-faced young man looked lonely and did not say a word.

"Sir......" Helian Wuji was about to refute.

As a result, the scholar in the long shirt waved his hand and rewarded "shut up".

At the entrance of the lobby, there were already several well-dressed young men rushing in, and the first one was Chang An, the son of the military family in the wind of the jade tree. It's just that the overall situation has been decided here, and there is no place for the ambitious soldiers.

Not only that, but the withered middle-aged man with his hand on the shoulders of the two of them, his eyes swept to this side, and Chang An shivered for no reason.

Those two sharp eyes can kill!

After all, he was born in a family, Chang An immediately waved his hand at the middle-aged man and the scholar in a long shirt, and said with a warm smile: "I didn't expect that in such a deserted town, I could meet two masters, and I lost my respect." ”

As for whether to accept the other party's concessions, Rao is Chang'an, who has rich experience, and he does not dare to make any statement. For the senior who came from the Tieliuyi lineage and whose background was a mystery, he must not neglect it, and listening to the previous conversation, the other party was actually the master of the Changqing Dao Courtyard of Dahe Prefecture, Gong Jili.

The Taiyi Sect preaches the world, and only the Taoist classics are preached, while the teaching and education of ordinary people and wealthy families, and the dissemination of various academic disciplines such as arts, science, arts, and mathematics, all rely on private schools, academies, and Taoist academies.

Those who can be called Taoist academies are presided over by erudite and Confucian scholars with high reputation. Such a Taoist academy is not only an ordinary man, but also a wealthy merchant chaebol who is willing to send his own children to study, but also the children of some mountain immortal families, local martial arts institutes, and the generals of the military family, who inherit their family learning, will also be sent to high-level Taoist academies for further study.

The saying of "East Palace and West Cool" has long been like thunder. And when he heard the words of the scholar in the long shirt when he entered, he was already shocked that this inconspicuous man turned out to be the same name as his master Fang Liang.

didn't know how to deal with it, Chang An could only pretend not to know the name of the "East Palace", and played haha along the river.

Zhang Bian silently looked at the tall shopkeeper who had spoken in a country accent at the critical moment when he was fighting for his life; the moment the two looked at each other, they seemed to have senses, but they retracted their gaze at the same time. Zhang Bian immediately lowered his head and turned to leave, without saying a word, he walked out of the store directly, and even when he went out, he still lowered his eyes, and passed by his classmates, without any eye contact.

Success or failure, his mission has been accomplished, and he will not share the results. And he doesn't need to worry about any consequences.

It's just that when the black-faced young man went out, the withered man who had lightly resolved the dangerous situation of the two of them glanced at his back, as if to make a note of the young man with gloomy eyes.

The wind was calm, and a group of young students from Fangliang Dao Academy re-entered the hall one after another. There is no face in the matter that is unresolved, so Zhong Li, who doesn't care about face, comes forward to deal with it. Regardless of his emperor Laozi, take it for granted or not, and talk about it when the matter is done.

You can't really burn down an inn in front of a great Confucian in the dark plain.

So the young man in brocade with a smiling face looked at the tall shopkeeper gracefully. When Helian Wuji stood still, he was reprimanded by the scholar in the long shirt and covered his face. Reluctantly, he walked back to the counter and took out a stack of room cards with keys attached.