On the outskirts of Suzhou, the drizzle is like silk.

On the misty mountain trail, Yelu Hanyan and Xiao Xiaotian each wore robes and rode two yellow horses.

Except for Yelu Hanyan and Xiao Xiaotian, the trail was empty, only the leisurely and slow sound of horses' hooves and the "rustle" of drizzle on the leaves.

Xiao Xiaotian looked at the fresh and tender green leaves and smooth and shiny bluestones on both sides of the path that had been washed by the rain. She took a deep breath of the sweet air in the drizzle, which was a little cold, but refreshing.

Xiao Xiaotian remembered that he and Yelu Hanyan met on a rainy day, how unattainable and undesirable the rain was for the Gobi in Saibei, but it was on a rainy day that she met Yelu Hanyan, and Yelu Hanyan sacrificed his life to save her. At that time, it was the age when the love between boys and girls was beginning to bloom, and for Xiao Xiaotian, making a promise was the most suitable reward for Yelu Hanyan. It wasn't until later that Xiao Xiaotian knew that her husband Yelu Hanyan was actually a descendant of Yelu Dashi, a famous general of the Great Liao Kingdom, who left in Saibei.

Xiao Xiaotian is also a descendant of the nobles of the Liao State, which is very similar to Yelu Hanyan. Although Xiao Xiaotian is a Khitan, she has not been excluded from living in the Han circle, and she has also learned to play the guqin. When Xiao Xiaotian was sixteen years old, his father was killed by Hibiki in order to protect the people in the village, and the entire village was ransacked by robbers and then burned.

The people in the village were scattered, Xiao Xiaotian escaped by luck, she only had a family heirloom guqin and a short knife with her, but she no longer had relatives and no reason, wandering in the vast Gobi for several days, and the future was bleak.

It is difficult to find water sources in the vast Gobi, Xiao Xiao has not drunk water for several days, he is very thirsty, and he is about to faint. Fortunately, it rained heavily on the arid Gobi Desert. Xiao Xiaotian lay on the ground, letting the rain lap on his face and body, like the dry shrubs on the Gobi Desert that had been watered for a long time and were about to be rejuvenated.

Suddenly, Xiao Xiaotian felt that the earth seemed to tremble, and because Xiao Xiaotian was lying on the ground, the shaking of the earth also affected Xiao Xiaotian's heart.

Xiao Xiaotian sat up abruptly, and saw a large group of horses galloping towards her in the distance, dozens of Mongolian horses, hundreds of horses' hooves flying across the ground, and the muddy water splashed in all directions. In the rain, this group of ringing horses was like a dark black whirlwind, about to swallow Xiao Xiaotian.

Soon, Xiao Xiaotian was discovered by the ringing horses, and a group of ringing horses surrounded Xiao Xiaotian in the middle, constantly spinning, they kept looking at Xiao Xiaotian, riding horses around Xiao Xiaotian and shouting, as if they had obtained the spoils of war.

Xiao Xiaotian hated these ringing horses, these ringing horses are the devils on the Gobi Desert, they killed their own father, and killed so many innocent people. But when a weak woman faces these demons alone, what can she do but be at the mercy of others?

However, Xiao Xiaotian is not a woman at the mercy of others, she does not show fear in front of these hideous-looking ringing horses, she will never let the ringing horses be caught and ravaged, she would rather be broken!

Xiao Xiaotian slowly pulled out the short knife and put it on her neck, she looked at the surprised look of these ringing horse robbers around her, as long as they dared to take a step forward, she would wave the short knife in her hand and pour her blood on the ground under her feet.

The horses were obviously a little surprised, they reined in the reins of their horses, no longer circled around Xiao Xiaotian, and no longer shouted, they seemed to be full of curiosity about the woman in front of them.

"The rivers and lakes and green forests pay attention to thieves and have a way, do you think that no one will see a weak woman in this desert Gobi like this?" Yelu Hanyan was eighteen years old that year, he was standing not far away and pointed at this group of ringing horses with the sword in his hand, the red silk on the crimson hilt was swinging in the wind, and his eyebrows were full of justice.

"Hahaha, where did you come from, the wild boy, dare to take care of the grandfathers!" The head of the horse is bald and crooked, his nose is round and big like a scale, but his eyes are small and narrowed into a slit, we don't know his name, let's call him crooked mouth bald!

Yelu was smoky and didn't talk about this crooked mouth and bald head in his eyes: "Get out of here!

The crooked bald man felt that he had encountered something extremely interesting, and his mouth was half crooked on his face: "Yo, yo, yo, what's wrong?"

Yelu said with a cigarette: "Leave that girl, you can go wherever you like." ”

The crooked mouth bald turned around and smiled at the ringing horse bandits behind him: "Hahaha, I am a hero who has seen unevenness on the road, it turns out that he is the same as us, and he is here to rob us of the fat that we have eaten." ”

The horse behind him burst into laughter.

Yelu's face was slightly hot, but he was still expressionless, he didn't speak, because he didn't like to talk, especially the people he looked down on, he felt that talking was a waste of time, and he was lowering his status.

Yelu took the sword and walked towards the bald man with a crooked mouth...

Suddenly, with the force under his feet, the long sword pointed straight at him, and the man shot like an arrow from the string towards the crooked bald head of the horse. The crooked mouth and bald head showed that he underestimated Yelu Hanyan's skills, and after a little hesitation, one ear block was actually cut off by Yelu Hanyan. Yelu struck a blow and fell back to his place.

The crooked bald man wanted to touch his ears with his hands, but he didn't touch them, and he won't touch them in the future, so he was furious: "Ahhh

The crooked mouth and bald head swept the horse's reins, and in the neighing of the black horse under the crotch, the knife in his hand was waved and ran towards Yelu with smoke.

Yelu was not flustered, staring intently at the black horse under the crooked mouth and bald crotch and the scimitar in his hand, and when the horse ran closer, he suddenly flashed to the side, just avoiding the impact of the black horse. But the scimitar, which immediately tilted its mouth and bald head, condescendingly swept towards Yelu Hanyan, and Yelu Hanyan did not block, but leaned back almost flat, and when the saber skimmed, the long sword in his hand cut the horse's legs. The horse was missing a hind leg and neighed and fell to the side.

He hurriedly stood up, but his eyes were covered by the muddy water, so he had to wave the scimitar in his hand indiscriminately, and kept scolding: "This little bastard raised by a son of a bitch, his grandmother's, what are you looking at? Give it to Lao Tzu, whoever can split this kid alive, Lao Tzu will reward this woman to whomever he wants!"

The ringing horses were immediately inspired, they roared and shouted on the back of the horses, the scimitars in their hands had already been washed by the rain as bright as a mirror, and dozens of ringing horses rushed towards Yelu with smoke...

The horses quickly split into two groups, one left and one right, slashed at Yelu Hanyan, and the bright sabers slashed towards Yelu Hanyan.

Yelu Hanyan quickly disappeared into the herd, and after a wave of attack, Yelu Hanyan was still standing in place, but his whole body was already splashed with mud and sand, like a mud man.

Soon, more than ten openings were cracked on Yelu's smoky body, and bright red blood came out, which looked particularly dazzling in the dark yellow mud and sand all over his body...

Yelu Hanyan couldn't stand anymore, so he had to stick his long sword on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, struggling to support his crumbling body...