Li Wenshuo walked very fast, sweeping across the grassland like a gust of wind, but it was not as direct as before, between Beidaying and Daliang City.

He suddenly went to the left, suddenly to the right, and was erratic.

When he was sure that if he didn't fly with Edgeworth, he wouldn't be able to shake off the person behind him at all, Li Wenshuo stopped, stood quietly in place, and looked in the direction of Daliang City with a little expectation.

As far as the eye could see, it was dark, but Li Wenshuo still clearly felt the powerful aura.

After a while, a young man in lambskin appeared in the field of vision, his expression was calm, he looked extremely young, and stopped three feet away from Li Wenshuo.

This is the second time the two sides have met.

The other party is no longer the erudite and mysterious friend on the grassland who helped him sharpen his sword, in fact, Li Wenshuo already knows the identity of the other party.

Even if he could escape with the sword, he still didn't dare to hold it up, the broken teeth were already out of the sheath, the tip of the sword was against the ground, and the dry palm gently rubbed the hilt.

"Long time no see. ”

Ulan Baatar was the first to speak, his voice a little cramped, obviously he was very unaccustomed to this way of greeting.

Li Wenshuo felt that he was very unlucky, and he felt that everything was reasonable, although his aura was well hidden, how could he hide it from a master of the level of the High Priest of the Golden Horde.

This kind of master can't be guessed with common sense.

What's more, he had already struck out in the city and killed a barbarian.

Li Wenshuo felt that he was very unlucky, although these were all self-inflicted, but there is a good saying: self-inflicted, you can't live.

Sighing, he said helplessly: "If I can, I really don't want to see you here." ”

"It's not like this attitude when friends meet on the prairie. ”

"I know that you will bring out the tenderest lamb and the best mare's milk. ”

Ulan Baatar nodded and said, "Then why didn't you come to me when you came to the city, because you were afraid that if I left the grassland, I wouldn't find the lamb and wine?"

At night, the moonlight flickered on and off under the cover of clouds.

The breeze blew, and the sound was terrible, blowing the loess on the ground, and a layer of hoarfrost had already risen on the withered yellow grass blades.

The night was very dark, but Li Wenshuo could still clearly see that in the air in front of him, a flying insect broke its wings, shook in the air, and fell to the ground without a sound.

Dying at night is the fate of worms.

Li Wenshuo laughed, and suddenly his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Your name is Ulan Batel, well, it should be called this name, don't you know? When your army stepped into the Central Plains three years ago, we were no longer friends. ”

Ulan Baatar was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted.

In his original understanding, the Central Plains, like the grassland, was composed of tribes one by one, but after arriving in the Central Plains, he found that the entire Central Plains, this huge place, was ruled by one person.

In his opinion, this is even more incredible than today's Tuba.

It is unimaginable that the people who unified this region in the first place did what great achievements they did.

Ulan Baatar was a little lost, even on the grassland, no matter how simple a man was, if he was in two hostile camps, it was impossible to become friends.

This is a very regrettable thing.

But there is no way.

But he still laughed and said, "I've heard people say that if you treat a person as a friend, then he will be your friend for the rest of his life." ”

Li Wenshuo thought about it in his mind for a while, as if he was recalling something.

He had been to the grassland, but it had been a long time, and many things had become blurred, and now, the only thing he remembered clearly, except for the little girl who blocked the arrow for himself, was this man who didn't even know his name at the beginning.

Eventually, though, he shook his head.

Ulan Baatar moved his gaze downwards and locked on the quaint sword in Li Wenshuo's hand, which still shone with the light of the stars, but it was a little dim.

"I'll sharpen your sword one more time. ”

Just after a little hesitation, Li Wenshuo handed over the sword in his hand, such an act was very stupid and risky, and even he couldn't figure out why he did it.

It's like he didn't know why he came to Daliang City to look for wine, but he didn't drink it when he found it.

Ulan Baatar took the broken tooth, there was no whetstone by his side, but he didn't care, he just felt a little pity, and threw a punch on the ground, and then the earth shook.

A large crater was blown out on the spot.

The young man in lambskin stretched out his hand and pulled out a black stone weighing several hundred pounds from the bottom of the big pit, stomped his foot slightly, and the huge force passed down the soil, and the sound was like muffled thunder.

Perhaps it had broken the leylines, and a small spring gushed out of the pit.

Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, he still underestimated his opponent, this third-ranked master on the martial arts list was far more powerful than he imagined, such a close distance, even if he rose up with his sword, there was no possibility of escape.

Ulan Baatar washed the earth off the stone with spring water, and began his simple but delicate process of sharpening his sword, just as the last time he sharpened it, and the swords that had been sharpened before.

I don't know why, Li Wenshuo's memory of the process of sharpening the sword is extremely clear, the water is especially clear, and the sword on the stone is also flickering with cold light.

Li Wenshuo sat lightly on the side, humming a Jiangnan tune in his mouth, his voice was melodious, soothing and relaxed, which was a little inconsistent with the scene of the young man sharpening his sword in front of him.

Still, Ulan Baatar listened very carefully.

After a while, he handed back the broken tooth and whispered, "The song is very good. ”

The cold light flickered, and the skill of sharpening the sword was still as good as it was at the beginning.

Li Wenshuo knew that he didn't understand, let alone him, even if he was a person from the Central Plains outside Jiangnan Province, ordinary people couldn't hear this minor tune mixed with Jiangnan dialect and slang clearly.

"Thank you. ”

"No, I don't. ”

"Say goodbye today, the next time you and I meet, we will be enemies, I won't spare my hand when the time comes, if I have the opportunity, I will do my best to kill you. ”

Hearing this, Ulan Baatar was obviously not surprised, was slightly silent, and said softly: "Well, the next time we meet, it will be your death." ”

These words are extremely confident, as if informing Li Wenshuo that it will be bright tomorrow morning and that it will be dark tomorrow night.

When Li Wenshuo heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then he laughed out loud, bent down, patted his thighs and said with a smile: "This is like a gentleman, Xue Gui is right, there are really real warriors on the grassland." ”

Ulan Batel couldn't understand the man in front of him, but he was also calm, the people of the Central Plains were always a little strange, and there was no direct arrival from the man on the grassland: "There are many real warriors on the grassland, and you will meet them soon." ”

Li Wenshuo nodded, indicating that he was looking forward to meeting them.

Then Li Wenshuo swung his sword, put away his sword, and a robe floated up in the wind.

"Cut off the robe and cut off the righteousness?"

Ulan Baatar really read a lot of books brought back from the Central Plains by the former king, although most of them are wild histories, but he also vaguely knows the meaning of Li Wenshuo's action.

Li Wenshuo nodded with a smile, turned around and walked away in the cold wind, and the melodious Jiangnan minor tune wafted in the air.