"Tie Yan, I knew you were still alive. ”

A look of excitement flashed across the young general's face, and he held Tie Yan's hand tightly.

Tie Yan was a little puzzled, looked at this childhood playmate, glanced at the blood-red wolf flag fluttering in the air, and asked suspiciously, "Are you from the Tuoba Department?"

There was a hint of caution in his tone.

Tuoba Lie is nine years old this year, but he looks much taller than Tie Yan, who is already thirteen years old, he holds Tie Yan's hand, he can feel his body trembling slightly, he knows that this is not fear, this partner of his has never been afraid, this is anger.

Tie Yan's father, the equally proud samurai, was killed by the people of the Tuoba tribe.

"Tie Yan, don't worry, Herensa has been killed by the High Priest, and now I, your friend, Tuoba Lie, am the king of the Tuoba Tribe, and from today on, all the people in the Tuoba Department are your brothers, and they will not harm you. ”

With a sense of seriousness and solemnity on his immature face, Tuoba Lie rested his right fist on his chest, facing the god of the grassland, swearing that the child in front of him would always be his brother.

Tie Yan looked at Tuoba Lie, and seemed to have finally reacted from the huge shock, has this friend of his become the leader of a clan?

The cold wind is like the long tongue of a giant beast, licking the hair of a person's face.

Li Wenshuo walked alone for five days, during which he met three or two nomadic herdsmen, and he did not rush to disturb, but found a large raised stone and draped a thick sheepskin blanket on the horse's back to block the cold wind blowing from behind.

The flame roasted the stone hot, and Li Wenshuo, who was sitting next to him, was also hot, eating the otter meat in his hand, his original clothes had already been put away, and he looked like a herdsman on the grassland now, but compared to other herdsmen, he only had one horse.

Looking at the map in his hand, Li Wenshuo rubbed his eyebrows, a little unsure of his location, if he remembered correctly, he would probably be able to reach Guangyang Mountain in the afternoon.

Although it has reached the depths of the grassland, the lord of Guangyang Mountain, Yang Tongue Chengji, is a native of the Central Plains.

When he knew the news, Li Wenshuo also smacked his lips, and said in his heart that this sheep's tongue Chengji is really not simple.

Sheep tongue Chengji is indeed not an ordinary person, a Central Plains person can mix in the grassland ruled by barbarians, which in itself is very telling.

According to Lao Huang's information, this person himself is a martial arts master in the Xuantho Middle Realm, and his subordinates have mastered all the trade between the grassland nobles and the Central Plains, so whether it is the nobles on the grassland, or those big merchants in the Central Plains, or the officials with the Chamber of Commerce under them, they are more or less connected with this person.

Unlike Lin Hua and Zhan Xiongxin, who died at the hands of Li Wenshuo, Yang Yu Chengji is only forty years old this year, and he is extremely young compared to most of the other masters of the Xuanche Middle Realm, if nothing else, he will even have the opportunity to compete for the position of ten people in the world in the future.

"Master, don't you think about my feelings?"

Li Wenshuo threw the map into the snow next to him, sighed and picked it up again, it seems that the sheep tongue Chengji can live for a while longer, although Lao Huang took the list, but he handed it to him.

A wry smile appeared on his face, with his current strength, it was impossible to defeat the master of the Xuanche Middle Realm, but if he didn't kill it, he had to kill it.

He picked up the fire with a twig, and the firewood and dry horse dung crackled and burned, and the slightly weakened flame became more vigorous.

......

In the headquarters of the Tuoba Division, the foundations of the original city had been laid, and a stone wall half a man high had been erected to enclose the land, but in the end, with the death of Herenza, everything was abandoned.

Ulan Baatar stood silently on the ruins.

He was surrounded by large white tents, and thousands of tents gathered together like a sea of clouds.

Looking at the ruins around him, although it was only a half-man-high low wall, he could still peek into the majestic shadow.

He suddenly admired the Herensa who died at his hands, and the prince who had returned from a study tour in the distant Central Plains had told him that there were countless cities in the Central Plains, and the pavilions and pavilions were like clouds and smoke in the sky.

But it was only interesting for him to listen to, but he couldn't sketch a concrete picture in his mind, because he didn't know what the pavilion was like, even though he had read a lot of the books that Herensa had brought with him from the Central Plains.

"He may indeed be a very knowledgeable man. ”

Ulaanbaatar came to such a conclusion.

"But he's a fool. ”

Ulan Baatel's brows furrowed slightly, looking at Tuoba Lie who was standing silently in front of him, this child was even more stubborn than he imagined.

Although he was still dealing with the affairs of the tribe because of his age and experience, the nine-year-old Tuoba Lie still made this decision without his knowledge.

Although he disagreed, he could only support it.

Because Tuoba Lie has already spoken, he is the king, and the majesty of the king is inviolable, and he can't.

He had a hunch that the day when power would be handed over was not far off.

"In a few days is the day of the decisive battle with the Candle Dragon Tribe, what is Your Majesty's preparation?"

With a stretch of his hand, Tuoba Lie jumped onto the half-low wall.

Ever since Ulaanbaatar had pinched Herensa to death on the throne, he had been practicing martial arts with the high priest, because he didn't want to be pinched to death on the throne one day, which was a shame for the king.

Ulan Baatar knew what he was thinking, but he didn't care, to be precise, he didn't know what he cared about.

However, he was still very satisfied with Tuoba Lie's cultivation in the martial arts, although he originally had some foundation, but in just one year, this child who was just nine years old had already reached the Xianfeng realm.

This is a child favored by the gods, Ulan Baatar thought, and looked up at the sky again.

He was looking at the stars, and even though it was still noon, he knew where they were, and he knew, and they were hiding there watching him.

Seeing that his teacher looked up at the sky, Tuoba Lie didn't dare to disturb, and after saluting respectfully, he slowly retreated.

At this moment, Li Wenshuo had already arrived at the foot of Guangyang Mountain, and frowned as he looked at the steady flow of people going up the mountain.

Although most of them are barbarians on the grassland, there are still many Han people, some of whom are incomprehensible, although the two sides have not completely torn their faces, but the friction on the border has never been broken, so he doesn't understand why in this place, the two sides can actually do well water without river water, and there are even jokes.

Li Wenshuo put on the original set of decorations, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, if he replaced the giant sword on his back with a folding fan in his hand, he really looked like a noble son who came all the way from the Central Plains.

Li Wenshuo also stopped watching and led the horse to the mountain, without any intention of hiding it.

The flow of people is divided into two streams, and on one side is crowded with people, like a wide river.

The other side is like a small stream, the stream lingers, the water is clear and shallow, and it flows between the large rocks and fine sand.

Li Wenshuo melted into the tail of the stream according to Lao Huang's instructions in advance, handed over the invitation, and was respectfully led up the mountain by a servant.

For this point, Li Wenshuo is still quite satisfied, Taixuanlou has a characteristic of doing things, and pays great attention to efficiency, so in order to help Li Wenshuo save the trouble of queuing, he can even get this kind of VIP invitation.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of snorting and panting.

When I turned my head, I saw a four-person shoulder slowly coming up from behind me, heading towards the top of the mountain at an extremely steady speed.

On the shoulder lay an extremely plump woman, looking at the outfit, it was not difficult to guess that it was a great nobleman on the grassland.

Although the weather is bitterly cold, the belly of the white flower is still exposed under the small jacket, hiding his face and smiling, and a pair of charming eyes continue to sow the seeds of crime around.

But what really attracted Li Wenshuo was the white-fronted tiger that walked slowly under the sedan chair, lazily examining the surroundings.

There are lions and wolves on the grassland, but there are no tigers, and this big cat is the king of the jungle.

After glancing at it curiously, Li Wenshuo turned his head and continued to go up the mountain, but he didn't expect it to be like this, but it still attracted the attention of the woman on the shoulder.

made a gesture, the speed of the shoulder is a few points faster, but it is still steady, the four people who carry the sedan chair are as one, and the steps are still like walking on the ground, the face is not red and the heart is not beating, and it is also a few good hands in martial arts.

Although he didn't turn his head, Li Wenshuo still noticed that the shoulder was leaning towards him, hooked his lips and smiled deeply, and deliberately slowed down his pace a little, he wanted to see what this woman wanted to do.

"Yo, this is not the little brother of the Central Plains, he is really handsome. ”

Although Li Wenshuo had been prepared, he still felt that his bones were trembling after hearing this charming voice, and the smile on his face became a little stiff.

Li Wenshuo's face was a little flushed in an instant, and he subconsciously took a step back, perceiving the changes in the little brother below, and he was also a little helpless, and the originally prepared wording turned into a wry smile, and said, "Is there something wrong with the girl?"

Li Wenshuo took a step back, and the tiger took a step forward, poked his huge head forward, bared his teeth and roared, successfully pulling the attention of the people nearby, but after seeing the woman's appearance clearly, they turned their heads one after another, not daring to take another look.

Li Wenshuo glared at the tiger coldly, there was a murderous aura in his eyes, because he lowered his head, no one noticed it, but the tiger felt it clearly, and shrank behind the shoulder with a grievance.

Seeing Li Wenshuo's shy appearance, and glancing at the frightened tiger again, the woman giggled, it was really like a man in the Central Plains, if it was on the grassland, I am afraid that children would run all over the ground at this age, but it was precisely this that aroused her interest even more, she had not seen those white and tender men in the Central Plains, and there were even two at home, but none of them had such a heroic spirit as Li Wenshuo.

"Little boy, the slave's chest hurts a little, why don't you come and rub it for me?"

Looking at the smile in the woman's eyes, Li Wenshuo coughed lightly twice, if there were only two people, he would not be afraid of such meat words, but he was really a little unable to pull his face in front of the public, and the arrogance of the grassland lady really opened Li Wenshuo's eyes.

In the end, the shoulder was gone in the woman's silver bell-like laughter, the woman on the shoulder gently pulled on the shawl, lying lazily, like a tiger under her feet, she did not continue to stay, although she was very interested in Li Wenshuo, but she had also heard a sentence from the Central Plains, and she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

It's such a delicious piece of tender tofu.

Li Wenshuo shook his head and smiled, if he went to her at night, he could probably really kiss Fang Ze, but in this case, Li Wenshuo always had a feeling that he was taken advantage of.

Li Wenshuo likes to take advantage of others, but he doesn't like to be taken advantage of by others.