After walking for a short time with the Dou Yi people and the people of Muzi, a small village appeared in front of me, and among the fields not far from the side of the road in the village, green wheat seedlings, lettuce, and rape flowers were everywhere, one by one.

When they came to the edge of the field, looking at the crops without weeds, and vegetables, mixed with the fragrance of rape flowers, they couldn't help but make the three of them feel a lot more relieved.

I saw a field in which a man was wearing a shabby white sweatshirt, which had been rotten in some places, but it was more neat and neat, neat and orderly, his arms and face were dark and bright, strong as an iron plate, about fifty years old, but his eyes were as warm as looking at the crops in the field as if he were looking at his relatives, and he was holding a handful of grass sprouts and roots that had just emerged in one hand, and the other hand was full of dust.

When he saw the rain of his mother, Dou Yiren, and the people of Muzi, he stood quietly for a long time, threw the grass sprouts and grass roots in his hands on the path on the side of the ground, pinched off more than a dozen lettuce leaves with his hands, limped out of the field, stood in front of the rain, and looked at the rain with focused eyes, the two looked at each other for a moment, turned their heads to look at the round jade pendant hanging on the waist of the people of Muzi, and did not move for a long time, a drop of muddy tears in his eyes involuntarily dripped down, hanging on his cheeks, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and his body stood straight suddenly, clenched his fist with one hand, and looked at the place where the mother was floating rain and the people of Muzi with one hand, raise your fist above your head and drop it at shoulder level, then continue to raise and fall, and after three times say, "For glory."

Mu Zimin didn't know why, but the mother Piaoyu said, "Are you an elite?"

I saw the lame half-strong old man say, "Half a sword as a companion~ Mo Wuwen, wandering and rivers and lakes for ten years, experiencing hundreds of wars, Taoguang and obscure, hiding his name for 20 years, the only living garbage in the 900-person team of the battle hall, the elites have died, does the owner think it is the elite?

After listening to Mo Wuwen's speech, not only did she say with a sobbing voice in her voice, it turns out that you are Mo Wuwen, it is really better to be famous, sigh and slowly walk in front of Mo Wuwen, squatting down, and gently lifting Mo Wuwen's trouser leg, only to see that the half handle exudes a clear light like water and is busy with the flesh and bones below the knee, the tip of the sword is inserted into the soil about half an inch, next to the half-cut sword, a few strands of linen next to the half-cut sword will be the upper half of the sword body, and the upper part of the scabbard is tied to the tip of the half-handled sword, and when you are lame, one hand just touched the hilt of the sword to shake hands, and I couldn't help but say, it turns out that you are the only survivor who has been popular on the grassland for a year！

Because one of the large Turkic tribes, the "Sitrus tribe", robbed a village next to our Tibetan Sword Villa, more than 100 people did not survive.

The 900th team of your battle hall has moved to the grassland for thousands of miles, so that there is no one with the surname of the Citteras tribe on the grassland, and they call it the "devil team"!

Piaoyu has also been to the grassland, but Mama Piaoyu is very embarrassed there!

Mother Piaoyu is proud of you, proud of your ninth team in the battle hall,

At the junction of the Ten Dynasties and the Grassland, you are now the door god in the minds of their people and the guardian spirit on the central wall of the lobby, not the devil.

Mother Piaoyu really sees the glory in you, not for the glory of the place where the sword is hidden, he exists in people's hearts, and no one can twist it. You shouldn't be on the journey, yes, you don't need to.

When you are alive, the people within a radius of a hundred miles sleep steadily, and when the people of the grassland step into the ten days of the human dagger, there is cold air between their necks and backs.

Mom Piaoyu knows what you think, hehe, I miss my old comrades-in-arms!

Go to your house and sit down, we have to get drunk between us, this time my mother is not drunk in the rain, not drunk once, just don't go, hahaha laughed, stood up, and walked towards the village.