Li Yan paced around in front of the Buddha statue, gritted his teeth and said: It turns out that they still can't let me go...... The ghost cha suddenly said: Grandpa Star Lord, the little one has a few words to say to you.

We nobodies have also heard a little about you. In private, I praise you for your righteousness and righteousness, and you are a fair and upright man.

But, there is an old saying, if you can't twist your arms around your thighs, a good man can't stand up to a lot of people. He stretched out his skinny fingers and pointed to the heavens and the earth: How can you fight them alone?

To put it mildly, you might as well really compare with the one surnamed Lu, only distinguish between high and low, and decide life and death.

In the future, these pickled things will have nothing to do with you, won't you be quiet? Li Yan shook his head, no, I will never allow others to manipulate my fate.

The ghost blushed when he heard this, and arched his hand: This is a small gaffe. Li Yan also saluted him: Thank you for telling me so many things, if we can meet again in the future, there will be heavy thanks.

The ghost was overjoyed, and he immediately retired. Li sat in a daze for a long time, and the sky was already white.

He suddenly made up his mind, pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote down a letterhead. The wing room on the west side is Miyuki's bedroom, and Li Yan quietly touches it in.

Half of the red candle is still shaking slightly. Miyuki lay on the bed and breathed evenly. Li Yan remembered that Miyuki had said that she was afraid of the dark, so she had to keep some light even when she slept.

Li Yan looked at Miyuki's side face in the tent by candlelight, sighed reluctantly, gently pressed the letterhead under the candlestick, and then tiptoed open the window and jumped out.

The moment he left, Miyuki suddenly opened her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down, wetting the pillow...... The sky was slightly bright, Li Yan changed into the coarse cloth clothes of the past, rode with a single knife on his waist, and rode a fast horse on the vast prairie.

At the same time, in the Dragon City in the depths of the desert, in the golden-roofed tent, the Black Dragon King could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and shouted loudly: Abulgu's wreckage is not worthy of being a Huns!

I will peel him with my own hands, and then chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dogs! It turns out that the black dragon has learned that the Taishou Abulgu has surrendered the Shang capital to Li Yan, and as a result, the Xiongnu army has lost all its geographical advantages in the Central Plains, and ten years of business have almost turned into a bamboo basket to draw water.

The black dragon smashed the table and smashed things again, and he was so frightened that the concubine who was kneeling beside him lost her face, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

However, there is one person who is very indifferent, and that is the sick tiger monk who is opposite to the black dragon. When the Black Dragon King was almost vented, the sick tiger monk said leisurely: Has the sweat disappeared?

The black dragon said coldly, what do you want to say? The sick tiger monk smiled lightly and said: The so-called victory or defeat is justified. For the monarch, you can't care, the gains and losses of one city and one pool.

Today's defeat, although our army has returned to the original point, is not a good thing. As soon as he heard this, the root of the Black Dragon King's hatred itched, and he said with a gloomy face: When you said that China would govern China with China, I listened to your words.

But then all the puppets who were not angry were overthrown. Then you told me that it was not advisable to win this battle quickly, and that it was necessary to use an attack to support peace, and I also accepted it.

But what did you get in the end? Look at it, the whole Central Plains is gone! His face suddenly turned hideous: If you want me to say that those who put forward these bad ideas should die.

The sick tiger monk was not in a hurry and said with a smile: "Isn't the Great Khan thinking that Lao Gu's strategy is not good enough?

But...... He suddenly stared at the black dragon with a pair of triangular eyes, and suddenly felt some hair in his heart: But what?

But didn't the Great Khan ever look for the reason in himself? Maybe it wasn't that Lao G's strategy didn't work, but that we Huns couldn't do it in the first place?

This sentence completely angered the black dragon, he stepped forward and grabbed it violently, and the collar of the sick tiger monk roared: Fart, my Hun boys are all born warriors.

Just give him a fast horse and he can kill several...... No, dozens of Han Chinese soldiers like pigs and sheep.

How dare you say that such a warrior can't do it? The sick tiger monk still said indifferently: That is the bad luck in the Central Plains, and the Hun warriors were infected with a strange plague when they arrived there, so that they could not fight.

When the Black Dragon King heard what he said, he loosened his collar and said, "You have something to say, don't beat around the bush here."

What about making up such a story to coax children? The sick tiger monk shook his head and said with a straight face: Great Khan, the minister is not talking nonsense.

This is indeed a plague, not between the skin, not in the bone marrow, not even through the internal organs, but directly into the human brain.

Turn the brave warrior into a coward, and the arrogant wolf into a pig and a sheep. Great Khan, I tell you that this plague is not my imagination, but real.

The Black Dragon King was shocked and asked, "If this is the case, why is the disease so severe?" The sick tiger monk said loudly: The name of this plague is Anle.

It is the most poisonous and incurable disease in the world! The Black Dragon King couldn't help but be stunned, grabbing his hair and muttering, "Anle?

The pupils of the sick tiger monk seemed to burn: yes, An Le is this kind of terrible thing that eroded the brains of the Hun warriors, making them slump, and they had to admit that the things of the Han people were good, their clothes were as light as paper, thin as cicada wings, but they were so smooth, so gorgeous and colorful, where have we Huns ever seen that kind of thing?

And their daily necessities, the kind of porcelain that are also exquisite, make people forget to look at them, let alone even have the last one.

Do you know how many Hun men have traded their proud BMWs for such useless broken jars?

Then she burst into tears at him and lamented all night. Think about it, can such a person still fight, can he still calm the world for you?

No. The king of the Huns, muttered to himself. Yes, they can't. The sick tiger monk continued: These are just for wearing, and when it comes to the word food, the warriors of the Huns can't beat them.

Do you know what the people of the Central Plains eat? It is a delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Have you ever seen noodles as thin as a hair's hair?

The people of the Central Plains fried it, spread it on top of the fresh fish, and poured a few spoonfuls of the sweet sauce, which can make people's souls rise to Tengger in just one bite.

The Hun warriors have never seen this, they only know that the leg of lamb is dipped in garlic. How can you overcome this endless appetite?

Let's talk about beautiful wives and concubines, singing and dancing girls...... The poor monk is a monk, and he shouldn't talk about this. He suddenly pointed to the bottom of the stairs with his finger: "Great Khan, look, don't you even have a few beautiful singers in your golden tent?"

At this time, the black dragon, the whole person trembled, and the burly figure shrank a lot. When he heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth, rushed to the front of those beauties, flipped his palms in unison, and strangled them to death.

After killing someone, he called out loudly: "Someone will carry these minions out for me to expose them to the sun for three days to relieve the hatred in my heart."

The sick tiger monk laughed embarrassedly: Actually, the king doesn't need to be in such a hurry. The results weren't immediately apparent.

The Black Dragon King turned his back to him and said, I understand, but this is my determination, I want the whole clan to see it.

The sick tiger monk sighed and said: It is naturally a great thing that the Great Khan can have such ambitions. But that's not the point.

The Black Dragon King wondered, "Oh, is there something more powerful than beauty?" Of course. The sick tiger monk replied.

That's the most powerful thing to think. He can't see or touch, but he's everywhere. He told our warriors to put down their scimitars and pick up their books.

I no longer believe in Tengger, but go to read the clichés of Confucius and Meng Ke. Do you know the king?

Since I went to the Central Plains, some discordant voices have appeared. Some people privately say that your punishment is too cool and does not meet the standard of charity.

Others say that you should lead the whole Xiongnu to abandon the nomadic tradition, build houses with stone walls, and live like the Han Chinese.

Lock yourself up in a cage? No, we Huns would never do that kind of stupid thing! You think it's stupid, but your people think it's a life they yearn for.

It is undeniable that it is even harder to have a mother. Who wants to spend days and nights in the snow and ice in search of a pasture that may not exist?

Your people now only want to live a pampered life, and they are gradually becoming like the Han Chinese. The Black Dragon King's face suddenly swelled with murder, and he roared in a dripping voice, telling me who thinks so.

I'm going to kill them all. And the voice shook his head and shouted. Almost everyone but your staunchest supporters is like this, can you kill them all?

That's why Lao Wei just said that our Xiongnu army temporarily left the Central Plains, maybe it may not be a bad thing.

The black dragon thought for a moment, suddenly stood up, and respectfully bowed to the sick tiger monk. When to behave, please also ask the gentleman to teach me.

The sick tiger monk also returned the salute respectfully: Don't dare to be. Taking the poor monk as a reference, the reason for the failure of our chest nodules, in addition to the points I just said, there is one person who cannot be ignored.

He is the general who led the troops, Li Yan. The Black Dragon King frowned: Why is it him again? The Sick Tiger Monk said: This person is on the Heavenly Star, and his life is very hard.

Before, I set up a plan for the two tigers to compete for food, and I wanted him to kill each other with the kid surnamed Lu. Unexpectedly, the kid surnamed Lu seemed to have evaporated from the world, and disappeared for nine years, and this strategy naturally failed.

However, if my Hun army still wants to enter the world, then I must make a fuss about this Li Remnant.

The Black Dragon King asked, does that gentleman have a clever plan? The Sick Tiger Monk nodded, and shook his head again. I've already laid out a plan, but it's not so much a conspiracy as a conspiracy.

If you don't take the bait, it depends on what Li Yan thinks. With that, he narrowed his triangular eyes and looked at the vast grassland outside the tent.

Time is fleeting. As he spoke, the grass on the desert turned from tender green to emerald green, and then turned yellow again.

It is another year of autumn breeze, and the northern geese return to the south. On this day, in a grassland thirty miles outside Dragon City, the wooden man Aji had just woken up from his sleep.

He washed his face with water and boiled milk tea in a copper kettle. Then he stared blankly at the flames. Before he knew it, several things in his house had been changed to the style of Han Chinese.

For example, this copper kettle and copper basin were all bought from the Han people. This thing is not eye-catching to the Han people, but it is a treasure in the eyes of the Huns, and with them, it has become much easier to cook mutton and roast milk tea.

This year, the water and grass are abundant, and Aji's sheep are fat and strong. He thought to himself that it would be best to exchange the sheep for some silk, and then buy a decent bride price to go to a herdsman's house to propose marriage.

As for whether it can be successful, it all depends on whether these sheep can be sold at a high price. And the most important point is that there is no war, if the war breaks out, the trader will be regarded as treason and collaborator, and even if he dares, the Han will not come.

If that were the case, his dreams would quickly come to naught, and now Aggie wants peace more than anyone else.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Aji suddenly saw a ride in the sky and galloped towards him. At the same time, he heard a terrible howl coming from all directions.

It turned out that the wolves were coming, and Aggie was frightened. and carefully discerned the sounds. The number of wolves is never less, at least around a hundred.

Aggie's face turned green with fright, and he couldn't bother to clean up his things anymore. With a hurried whistle, his spotted horse came, and Aggie rolled over and sat on his back to run away, but suddenly froze.

If he is gone, what will happen to the sheep? These sheep are his lifeblood and the guarantee of his future life, if they are all eaten by wolves, not to mention that he will not be able to marry a daughter-in-law, or his life will become a problem.

So Aggie couldn't tolerate such a thing, so he gritted his teeth and dialed back the yard to open the fence of the sheep.

The goats bleated as if they smelled the danger wafting in the air. His legs trembled, and he couldn't even take a step.

Seeing this, Aji shouted Dalam Ram. A moment later, a dog barked, and a big yellow dog barked and burst out from behind the tent.

With his help, Aggie twitched the whip again and again, and the sheep finally began to move forward slowly.

It's about thirty miles away from Dragon City. There are patrolling Hun soldiers near Dragon City, and they will kill the wolves on the spot when they see them, as long as Aji can get there, it will be safe.

But that's easier said than done. Mianyang runs not much faster than people. No matter how much Aggie whipped him, the big yellow dog named Ram was still so unhurried as he chased them away.

Aguirre heard the wolf's howl getting closer and closer, and panic swelled up in his heart. He is a herdsman who has seen wolves rampant countless times since he was a child.

It can be said that the scene was truly horrific. For herders, wolves are like locusts to farmers, and they are the most hated and feared thing.

Bursts of cold sweat broke out on Egypt's spine. Seeing that the wolves were about to catch up. He wanted to abandon the sheep and run, but when he thought of his lonely life in the future, he was afraid that it would be worse than death, so he turned his heart sideways, and pulled a dagger out of his boots, turned the horse's head, and opened the posture of fighting the wolves.

Since ancient times, the Huns have fought with anyone in order to protect their property, even wolves.

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