"The grass is green and the red flowers are red, and the green cattle and white horses are herding sheep. Grandma carries the basket and laughs, and Daddy rides a horse to hunt and chase falcons. The brute snorted softly, and a bloody dagger was flung in his hand. He held his chin in one hand, and his eyes were gentle, as if he had thought of something that made him happy.

"Oh, I drank too much yesterday and forgot the time, so the young master is in a hurry. Yan Zhuohu walked in from outside the door. He saw Manya sitting on top of a corpse, and a woman next to him was holding a young man, trembling there.

Yan Zhuolang glared at Yan Zhuohu: "Second brother, since the young master summoned you, why are you still so sloppy?"

"Alas, big brother. Didn't I have a happy event, why don't you let my brother and I drink two jars of wine to celebrate?" Yan Zhuohu glanced at the brute teeth.

"What's the happy event?"

Yan Zhuohu clenched his fists and said to the barbarian teeth: "Young Master Qiqi, the thirteenth challenged the five Yamas of the Yama Palace, and finally killed four people and jumped off the cliff to their deaths. ”

Manya'er's hand stopped, and then his eyes became cold again: "Say it again." ”

Yan Zhuohu only thought that when he heard the news, he was happy in his heart, and he replied: "Thirteen jumped off the cliff and died." ”

"Big brother, the young master's great enemy is now dead, do you think this is a happy event?" Yan Zhuohu smiled at Yan Zhuolang.

Before he could speak. As soon as the dagger in Manya'er's hand flicked, the dagger pierced into the forehead of the woman who was crying next to her, and the woman fell to the ground, and the young man in her arms howled: "Mother, mother." ”

The two Yan Zhuolang brothers looked at each other in their eyes, and then stopped talking. They knew that the brute was now angry.

Manya'er walked up to the young man, crouched down, looked at him, and asked, "Do you hate me?" Manya'er's tone was flat and unemotional.

Although the boy was young, he wiped his tears and glared at Manya, although he did not speak, but his hateful eyes told Manya the answer.

The brute stood up, looked at the young man's trembling hands, and said, "Only hatred is useless, the first thing you have to do is to overcome your fears. After that, you can find a way to kill me and avenge your father. ”

Manya'er walked up to Yan Zhuohu, and he looked up at Yan Zhuohu: "He's not the kind of person who will jump off a cliff and commit suicide. Also, if you dare to make me wait in the future, you will understand yourself, and when I do it, you will only live worse than die. ”

After that, Manya'er walked out the door, Yan Zhuolang followed Manya'er, and when he passed by Yan Zhuohu's side, he glared at him.

Yan Zhuohu was angry in his heart, he originally thought that the barbarian hated Dao Chan to the core, and he should be happy to hear that Dao Chan was dead, but he didn't expect that he would be reprimanded. There was nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, and when he saw the young man, he walked up to him, grabbed the young man's neck with his big hand, and the young man struggled desperately, but with the cruel smile on Yan Zhuo's face, he felt weak and powerless all over his body.

The brute who was standing at the door of the room said coldly: "If he dies, then you can also go to the funeral." ”

Yan Zhuohu was shocked in his heart, snorted coldly, and threw the young man to the ground, and the young man's pants were wet. Yan Zhuohu looked at it in his eyes and laughed: "Waste." ”

When he walked out of the doorway and came behind Manya'er, Manya'er said, "You go back first, only Yan Zhuolang is enough by my side." ”

"Young master, it is absolutely impossible for Thirteen to survive if he jumped from the Traceless Cliff, since he is already dead. I will go back to the temple of Yama to do anything. Yan Zhuohu obviously didn't want to go back to the Yama Palace.

The brute didn't speak.

Yan Zhuolang hurriedly reprimanded: "The young master asked you to go back, you should go back quickly, don't talk nonsense!"

"But, big brother!"

"Huh?" Yan Zhuolang glared at Yan Zhuohu, his hand was already on the saber behind his back, if Manya really wanted to make a move, he would definitely take the lead and take the lead in attacking Yan Zhuohu, maybe he could save Yan Zhuohu's life.

"Again, I don't want to say it a second time. You go back, I think sooner or later thirteen will appear, and at that time, the Yama Hall will definitely hunt him down at all costs, and it will be more convenient for you in the Yama Palace. With that, he stepped over a corpse and walked down the steps.

"Second brother, go quickly, the same words, the eldest brother only said one word, the current young master is not what it used to be, and when you speak in front of the young master in the future, you must think twice. ”

Yan Zhuohu looked at the backs of Yan Zhuolang and Manyaer, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.

"Young master, the new delivery of a thousand sabers has also been distributed to the tribes. It's just that Tebuda is quite dissatisfied with the fact that he only gave a hundred sabers to their tribe. Yan Zhuolang said.

"Tiebuda, I remember last time, did he take a hundred people from his tribe to harass the defenders of Dafeng in the north?"

"Yes, it happened a month ago. Yan Zhuolang replied.

The brute nodded, and then said: "Tell Mongol that if you kill the Tiebuda family, you will give him five hundred swords, and all the tribes of Tiebuda will give him." ”

"Young master, doing this may cause dissatisfaction among the Tiebuda tribe, besides, Tiebuda is your own uncle, isn't it ......"

Manya only replied: "I don't want to say it a second time." ”

"Yes, my subordinates remember. Yan Zhuolang was cold.

"Now that I've defeated the head of this place, I don't need to stay here any longer. But in the past six months, I have had a lot of fun. ”

Listening to Manya'er's words, Yan Zhuolang didn't dare to answer. He looked at the hundreds of corpses in the courtyard, and now that he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he still had lingering palpitations.

Manya'er killed more than 100 people from this sect called Sixiangmen by himself, and he was decisive without the slightest hesitation. Yan Zhuolang killed people on the battlefield, and sometimes he couldn't bear it, but he was helpless, and the military order was like a mountain. Moreover, on the battlefield, if you don't kill, you will definitely be killed, although it is impossible to be completely at ease, but there is still a reason to find.

But Manya'er is different, he kills people just because he wants to kill people, if he wants to try his martial arts, just look for the master of the Huang Ting Realm of the Four Elephant Gate, last time, he only killed two people, and now there are more than 100 people overnight.

He found that the young man in front of him, his originally cold heart, was now like a piece of ice for ten thousand years, and it was difficult for anyone to awaken his original goodness.

"Zhuo Lang, why did they Nanren take the initiative to give us sabers, and just want us to recharge our strength and raise our troops to the south again?"

Yan Zhuolang replied: "The southerners have always been cunning. They do this because of the word 'profit'. Although on the surface, we Beiban do not have any price, but we must not take it lightly. ”

"Interests?"

"Yes, I don't know what those southerners are up to. But after all, we have been at the end of our life in the past few years. No matter what their intentions are, as long as they can get the saber and continue to recuperate, I am a northern barbarian or a northern barbarian, and his army will go south, and wherever the iron hooves pass, any conspiracy and trickery will be useless. ”

Manya'er was silent for a moment, and then said: "I see, you tell those southerners that in addition to the 10,000 sabers, I also need 1,000 sabers, and not only that, but also 500 battle armors. ”

When Yan Zhuolang heard this, he frowned: "Young master, do you want to think about it again." Weapons and armor are not ordinary things, and those southerners are willing to give us 10,000 sabers, which is already beyond the expectations of their subordinates, not to mention that they need to add 1,000 more, and 500 armors? ”

If they don't agree, the deal with them is null and void. Brute Tooth smiled coldly.

Yan Zhuolang saw that the barbarian had made up his mind, so he had to agree, but he didn't know if the southerners agreed.

Two days later, Uncle Huang, a vegetable farmer under the mountain, came up the mountain to deliver vegetables to Sixiangmen, but the ideological gate, which had always been lively in the past, was unusually quiet. The door was wide open, but there were no disciples guarding the door.

However, Uncle Huang has been delivering food to Sixiangmen for many years, and he doesn't care. He was old, his old eyes were dizzy, and he walked in with his burden, stumbling under his feet, and he tripped over something. Uncle Huang fell to the ground, he helped the hat, stretched out his head to take a closer look, and a foul smell came to his nose.

"Ah, dead man!" was so frightened that he crawled with him, but he didn't climb a few steps, and saw a corpse again, Uncle Huang raised his head, although he couldn't see it really, but he knew that the courtyard was full of dead people. Uncle Huang shivered, staggered out of the door, rested for a long time, and then had the strength to stand up, even if there was a hidden disease in his legs, he seemed to be dozens of years younger, and ran down the mountain.

Sixiangmen was killed overnight, and no one survived. This incident not only alarmed the government, but also spread in the rivers and lakes in an instant, and for a while, the city was full of wind and rain.