At night, the campfire was lit at the foot of the city wall of Songmen City, and the refugees outside the city wall were crowded together in groups of three or five, although it was summer now, but the terrain of Songmen City was high, and at night the strong wind continued to blow from the direction of the dragon's tongue border to Songmen City, and the slightly fishy wind was blocked by the large blood pine forest outside the city, but there was still a slight chill, it was not a simple cold, but an inexplicable and piercing feeling.

"Hey, this place is weird, it's so cold at night. The third child of the Lu family wrapped a thin blanket on his body, but he still writhed uncomfortably: "I feel that this layer of cloth can't be blocked at all." An old refugee passing by took over: "Hehe, can it not be evil, this is the closest place to the dragon's tongue border." When a few people heard this, they became interested: "Oh? There is still a saying about this evil wind?" The old refugee wrapped himself in a thin rag, and the word "wine" could still be vaguely seen on the rag, and he didn't know which tavern's signboard was before, the old refugee looked at the Lu family brothers: "How many people are not here, right?" The boss of the Lu family was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "The old gentleman's eyes are like torches, and our brothers have been running horses in the Western Regions all the year round, but they rarely run business between the twelve cities. The Lu brothers still maintain the costume of the horse runners at the moment, tied with iron leggings and wrapped in cloth turbans, but most of the horse runners are dressed like this, and I don't know how the old refugee in front of them can see it. "I think that's it, your technique of helping the turban is different from other horse runners, the old man has seen it before, this is the unique technique of the Western Regions horse runners, when encountering wind and sand, you can directly grab the cloth head and tear off the turban to cover the horse's eyes, so as to avoid the horse's eyes being blinded by the wind and sand. The old refugee sat down on the spot with the help of the words, fished out a small cigarette stick from his arms, carefully fished out a few tobacco shreds from the small pouch on his waist, flexibly rolled the tobacco into small balls and stuffed them into the cigarette mouth, lit it by the bonfire of the Lu family brothers, took two puffs, and moaned comfortably a few times: "Don't blame my old man for being thick-skinned, my old body just wants to build a bonfire and doesn't have the strength, borrow your bonfire to drive away the cold, don't you mind?" The old gentleman is casual, before my brothers go out, the elders in the family have admonished them, respect the old and love the young, and the younger generations have also been taught like this since childhood. The old refugee smiled: "You kid can talk, and you don't use your bonfire in vain, bad old man, I'll tell you about this evil wind." ”

The old man's eyes looked into the distance, and he seemed to fall into memory: "It is said that it was still in the Moyang era, there was no such thing as the dragon's tongue border back then, and there was no construction of the twelve cities, and it was not uncommon for foreign masters to enter and leave my rivers and lakes to stir up the wind and rain, until the first emperor established the twelve cities, and sent troops to expel people from abroad and protect the surrounding villages and towns. At that time, the rampant arrogance of overseas masters was not something that you juniors could imagine, they were almost the same in appearance as us, but they were ruthless and cruel by nature, and they would slaughter villages and towns if they didn't agree with each other. Lu San couldn't help but talk: "I've heard of this, it is said that many of the bounties hanging in the Wangji Pavilion of the Twelve Cities are overseas fish left over from the past. The old refugee nodded when he heard this: "It is said that the first emperor washed the world in blood, but those are all the words of the young juniors, and they have not experienced the position of the words of the year in that era? At that time, the rivers and lakes were simply a rag, and the cloth was crawling with all kinds of ambitious and profit-hungry people, and it was like a big cake, and everyone wanted to take a bite and taste it." Saying that, the old refugee picked up the rag he was wearing and shook his hand: "If it weren't for the first emperor dragging this rag and shaking, I'm afraid that the great rivers and mountains painted on the cloth will change hands." The third elder of the Lu family interjected: "Then what does what your old man said have to do with this evil wind?" "Of course it does. The old refugee put away his hand to remove the rags and wrapped it again: "Do you know how this dragon's tongue border came from?"

The Lu family brothers have grown up in the dart bureau branch of the Western Regions since they were children, and they have never been to the territory of the twelve cities, but they have a general understanding from the books and the Dao Dao heard, and in this regard, the six brothers of the Lu family are afraid that only the third brother of the Lu family knows a lot about the twelve cities and the dragon tongue border.

Several people subconsciously turned their eyes to Lu San, but Lu San did not live up to expectations, and replied: "I heard that this dragon tongue border was opened up by someone back then?" Lu San's tone was a little uncertain when he said this, and the other Lu family brothers also laughed, and the eldest Lu Yi patted Lu San on the shoulder: "I said San'er, who did you hear this from? Do you know how big the dragon tongue border is? Even if you use the best horses to run for more than half a month." The third elder of the Lu family spread his hands aggrievedly: "What I read is a history book." ”

An eight-foot-tall man is quite skilled in making such an aggrieved action, and it seems that this action is not less

The old refugee took a few puffs of his cigarette stick, and then knocked the cigarette ash casually and raised his eyes to look at the Lu family brothers: "What are you laughing at, this kid is right." ”

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Are you sure, sir? That's the Dragon's Tongue Frontier. The boss of the Lu family looked at the old refugee in disbelief: "Is that something that people can do?" The old refugee did not answer, but just asked: "A person has cut down the forces in the world in a month, do you think this is something that people can do?" The boss of the Lu family was speechless for a while.

Even if they are far away in the Western Regions, they know that it is because of this incident that led to the arrival of the Moyang era, and also created the current royal family, no one in this world doubts the authenticity of this matter, because that man is too capable of making trouble.

In those days, it was heroes who could make trouble.

To this day, some historians are still focusing on this matter: why the man did what he did.

As we all know, practicing martial arts can prolong life, and the longest living in the world today is the old man who studied the rock of the dragon duel, and now he is almost two hundred years old, if the man back then had enough advanced cultivation to kill the whole world, then does it mean that this man is still alive?

"The place where those people from outside the country are seems to have no internal strength, so they try their best to invade the rivers and lakes to obtain the method of cultivation, but the body of the people outside the country seems to be different from my generation, and most of the exercises cannot be cultivated, so in order to find out the exercises they can practice, they began to loot all the exercises in the rivers and lakes that they can get their hands on, and invade on a large scale. At first, people didn't care, after all, it wasn't a profound kung fu that could make those outsiders grab it, but those superficial kung fu on the rivers and lakes aroused the desire of those guys, and after cultivating, they tasted the sweetness of infiltrating the various forces in the rivers and lakes in various ways, trying to get involved in the sect's martial arts, and those outsiders did whatever it took to get the cultivation method, and it was even more difficult to write about the crimes they committed. ”

"Later, there was a man who single-handedly drove all these people out of the rivers and lakes that had been encroached upon, drew a boundary on the edge of the rivers and lakes, and killed those who were outside the country did not dare to step into the rivers and lakes for half a step, and those who were killed were tied to the current dragon's tongue border in the most cruel way by that man, tortured to death, and finally there were no bones left, and his sinful souls were bound to the dragon's tongue border wandering and crying, and the chill you felt was that these sinful souls were haunting. ”

In the evening, the historical story that was supposed to be told, turned out to be an analysis of historical truth halfway, and then from the analysis of historical truth to a ghost story, and the mood of the six brothers of the Lu family was a little delicate at the moment.

The boss of the Lu family pondered for a moment, and Huo Ran raised his head: "Sir, do you need our help with anything?" "Big brother?" Several brothers of the Lu family were startled, and reflexively touched the weapons they were carrying when the boss of the Lu family said this, but before they could make further movements, the bodies of several people froze in place.

I don't know when, there was a transparent silk thread across the throat of the Lu family brothers, and the silk thread extended to the depths of the pine forest, Lu Si moved a little bigger, and a small wound was cut by the sharp transparent silk thread in the throat, and blood flowed down the neck.

The brothers of the Lu family swallowed their saliva, cold sweat couldn't help dripping from the corners of their foreheads, and the boss of the Lu family squeezed out three words between his lips and teeth: "Blood, Song, Wei." ”

The old refugee no longer sat on the ground, got up and patted the ashes on his body, and stood there wearing a rag cloth, squinting his eyes with a drooping brow, still looking like the bad old man, but at this moment the old refugees were like beasts in the dark in the eyes of the Lu brothers, and they were the prey under the claws of the beasts.

"Old man, I want you to help me find someone. ”