The mountain is barren, but the dozens of acres of tea plantations in front of the mountain have a well-known name in the Great Song Dynasty, and they are the guys who eat here.

On the twenty-seventh day of March, it rained in the valley. Valley rain valley rain, tea picking to rain.

The season of tea picking is very important, too early tea is not ripe, too late leaves are not tender, so there is also "Qingming is too early, the beginning of summer is too late, before and after the valley rain, the time is moderate".

In previous years, every day on this day, every family would go up to the mountain to pick tea.

This year's tea garden is growing well, but unfortunately the barbarians never drink tea and don't know much about tea art.

So in their eyes, this tea garden is just a small shrub with a good style, and these leaves have to be destroyed.

Shen Liushu and the others met three bandits along the way, and two bandits robbed the road, one of which even had a third-grade grandmaster, but in the end, they finally arrived at Guanshan without danger.

Guanshan is located at the junction of the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Liao Jinting and the Wild North, just like an orange, which was coincidentally peeled into three petals and distributed to three people, each with a different size.

Everyone looked at what they had in their hands, but they always wanted to snatch each other's piece and swallow it in their mouths.

Da Liao's desire for that petal orange is unimaginable to ordinary people, but the strange thing is that the barbarians, they don't seem to have much interest in the orange itself, but they just want to take away the two petals.

But Guanshan has been continuous for thousands of years, stretching for thousands of miles. The ancients said: "Guanshan cannot be crossed for thousands of miles, who can sit on Fang Feiyue".

Jin and Princess Zhu Cihuan still didn't give Shen Liushu a good look, and he didn't call him a lot of tea and water along the way.

But because she is a princess, she is indeed at fault, and with the attitude that more things are better than less, Shen Liushu decided to turn big things into small things, so he went with her.

Xu couldn't bear it, once he was a little cold, and the first thing he cared about was this princess.

Zhu Cihuan is a typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, although she usually reprimands the subordinates in the palace, if something happens, she will be the first to come forward.

In her words, her people can't take the turn of others to teach her, and Zhu Jiao loves this little daughter very much, so she will go to such trivial things.

"For you to eat. After speaking, he didn't forget to add, "If you die, where will this princess find such a good person." ”

That day, Zhu Cihuan threw two packets of medicine on his bed, and the tone of her speech, Shen Liushu always remembered from time to time: a proud peacock with a high chest and a high head, but that "self-deception" appearance is a little cute for some reason.

Lust is the root of a man's bones, just like a woman's natural rebellion.

Gentleman eats sex, sex also.

It's just a little bit of crepe, but the meaning in the bottom line has not changed, saints are like this, let alone ordinary people.

Shen Liushu likes Liu'er's gentleness in his heart, but he also likes Mu Zhitao's liveliness, even if Yin Honghong calculates him countless times, making him hate it so much, but he doesn't dislike Yin Honghong when he asks himself, but what if he is replaced by a yellow-faced woman in her seventies and eighties?

Mu Jin's weakness is distressing, and Yin Xiaoxiao is knowledgeable and understanding. Now he feels that the arrogant and unreasonable Zhu Cihuan is a little cute.

Zhu Jiao arranged everything for Zhu Cihuan, but Zhu Cihuan didn't appreciate it.

Marriage events, parents' orders, matchmakers' words, and the life of a blank paper painting may have been imprisoned, but she never bowed her head.

Not to mention the white feather fan, the name of the aunt and grandmother is even more terrifying than the tiger in the mountains.

Yin Honghong is the most rebellious, and she does not hesitate to gamble on everything, just to gamble on an illusory future.

Lust is the root of a man's bones, just like a woman's natural rebellion.

One day, people will figure it out for themselves, but even if they figure it out, some things still can't be changed.

At the foot of Guanshan was stationed an army of barbarians, their equipment was very backward, except for blunt knives and spears, the only good ones were bows and arrows.

The barbarians have the same ancestor as the steppe people, and because of the harsh environment in the wilderness north, they are stronger than the steppe people, and their skin is much darker.

Rarely smooth and delicate skin, mostly rough and dry.

Sekiyama Pass

"Phew!"

A savage spy grabbed the reins.

He didn't seem to be able to speak Chinese, so he could only gesture with his hand and signal everyone to follow.

The village is ruined, ruined and ruined along the way, apparently looted.

The broken wooden beams fell to the ground crookedly, and the rain in Guanshan was relatively abundant this season, so some of the wood had already grown moldy.

The huge village was not a little angry, Shen Liushu knew the reason, and he went to help with the large influx of refugees that day.

The only thing that is complete is the well in the village.

There were several barbarian soldiers beside the well, one of whom was a woman, wearing armor and a helmet, and was supposed to be the leader of several people.

She glanced at Shen Liushu, and at this time, the person next to her handed over a bowl of water, and she drank it all.

Shen Liushu was stared at by her inexplicably in her heart, don't look too much, but she always felt a burning gaze behind her.

It's like a hungry wolf staring at a big fat sheep, which is not a pleasant feeling.

It's a little cloudy.

After passing the village, the spy whipped away, regardless of whether the crowd could follow or not.

Wang Haozi's light skills are excellent, and he is worthy of being a teacher of the Divine Cutting Palace, and is known as the North Leg.

Although Shanjun is not good at light work, he has strong internal strength and can barely keep up. Don't look at the old dragon bell of the Baishi Dao people, he can't help but be weak, he has to pant for breath when he takes two steps, and a burst of smoke rises, and when he disperses, he is gone.

Zhu Cihuan was anxious, pointed at Lan Mu and ordered, "This princess orders you, carry me!"

Lan Mu was unmoved, his gaze crossed Zhu Cihuan, glanced at Shen Liushu, sighed, and didn't know where to go.

The white wolf also galloped away.

Zhu Cihuan stomped his feet angrily, "A group of disobedient guys, when you go back, let your father let your head move, hum." ”

"Princess, and my ......"

Shen Liushu wanted to say that he was still there, but he was glared at by Zhu Cihuan's small eyes, and the next few words were swallowed alive.

"There's not a single one in the team to greet the kiss, fuck it. ”

Zhu Cihuan kicked a wooden bar on the ground, she didn't succumb to this marriage, she just felt that she was a dignified princess of the Song Dynasty, and she was wronged to marry here, they were just barbarians, and they were so rude to themselves, so they sent a spy to guide the way, and now the spy is still riding away without saying a word.

Shen Liushu has always been a master who is at ease with what he encounters, in Lao Mu's words, sometimes his heart is very big, and he is too lazy to chase when he can't catch up, so he simply leans under the old tree on the side, which is also cool and comfortable.

"Come and sit for a while, you're a princess, and they'll definitely send someone to pick you up. ”

Xu is really tired from standing, and the originally gray sky suddenly cleared again, and the day naturally became poisonous.

Zhu Cihuan picked the other side, but did not sit down.

Shen Liushu was already a little sleepy, moved his body, and chose a position that he thought was comfortable.

This guy is actually pretty good-looking, but it's a bit of a waste, no, what the hell am I thinking?

Suddenly, a neighing of horses was heard, and the sound of horses' hooves approached.

"Get on the horse. ”

It's not a beautiful sound.

Shen Liushu opened his eyes, and through the sunlight scattered among the leaves, he saw a familiar face, which was the woman at the well before.

But for a moment, he was stunned, his body was light, and then he was relieved and his mind had fallen on the horse's back.

"Hold on. ”

The woman looked back and said, still a little hoarse, even after being soaked in the well water, it was still like a dry stream, and it could not play a beautiful music.

But there was a kind of magic in her words that fascinated him.

So Shen Liushu did so.

"Sister, your waist is so soft. ”

The carriage conjured up by the barbarian soldiers on the side out of nowhere, not to mention luxury, and the roof seemed to leak a few holes, not to mention that it was not worthy of the identity of the princess, even ordinary children could not take out such a shabby carriage, it was really shameless.

But the barbarian never cared about these false names, and this carriage was still captured from nowhere, and letting Zhu Cihuan ride it was already considered a favor.

"Princess Ben does not sit. ”

Zhu Cihuan was unwilling to succumb to such a humble carriage.

The woman said calmly, "It will take some time to ride a horse at the foot of Guanshan, do you like to sit or not." ”

"Drive!"

The horse's hooves raised the wind and sand, choking Zhu Cihuan and coughing for a long time.

She stomped her foot, "You!"

The soldiers next to the carriage motioned for her to get on the carriage, and Zhu Cihuan held her breath and stepped on the carriage.

The steps of this carriage are too high, and on weekdays there are people who will set up a stool, but today there is none, and she is angry again, and she almost knocks on the ground.

The soldiers didn't hold back their laughter, they didn't know what Zhu Cihuan was like, they only knew that this was a princess, but unfortunately, the barbarian didn't have any impression of the princess, if it wasn't for the leader who said that he would treat him well, it wouldn't be as simple as laughing at this time.

"You..... You guys!"

Zhu Cihuan was very angry, and his chest rose and fell.

Flicked the curtain and got into the carriage.

Shen Liushu didn't know how to ride a horse, and it was the first time he sat on the back of a horse, and the horse's back was upside down, he subconsciously hugged it tighter, the wind around him whistled by, and the fallen leaf dust raised became sharp.

"How long are you going to hold it?" a slightly hoarse voice sounded again.

I don't know when the two of them have arrived at the foot of Guan Mountain, and Wang Haozi and others have been waiting here for a long time.

Shen Liushu glimpsed from behind the woman that they were all acquaintances, and he was really embarrassed to be stared at like this.

In the final analysis, his face is still a little thinner, if he changes to Jian Huainan, he will definitely shout that it is not enough, and then continue to hold it shamelessly, and he can't say that he will rub it.

Shen Liushu jumped off the horse, and the woman pulled the reins and walked away.

He saw a lion.

"See you again, boy. ”

The familiar voice was like a thunderclap that struck him in the heart impartially, tearing open the scabbed scar.

He was a little afraid to look up, he was afraid that it was that person, not so much fear, it would be more accurate to say that he was afraid of that person.

After about a stick of incense, the carriage that Zhu Cihuan was riding also arrived.

The soldiers saluted and muttered a bunch of unintelligible words.

Zhu Cihuan was used to the life of being served, but after waiting for a long time, no one came to open the curtain, and she remembered that now she had no one to call.

I don't know where Shen Liushu is? As the descendant of this princess, he didn't have any eyesight to see.

Someone sneezes several times in a row.

Zhu Cihuan thought that if no one came to open the curtain, he would just sit like this, he would be a princess anyway, and his temper would come up, and ten cows would not be able to pull it back.

But she was wrong, very wrong, it was obvious that there was no one here who was used to her, and the roof of the carriage had leaked a few holes, and it was noon, and she really couldn't stand the sunburn in the sun.

How could the princess, who had been pampered since childhood, stand this anger, and the two lines of tears slipped down without arguing.

"Dear princess, it's time for you to get out of the car. ”

The voice sounded again, and it was a step.

Zhu Cihuan lifted the curtain with one hand and covered the sun with the other, regardless of the good clothes on the ground.

However, the sun is too poisonous, and although there are no tear stains at all, the corners of the eyes are still a little red and swollen.

This is the first time Zhu Cihuan has seen this man, with silver hair, a string of animal teeth around his neck, and a naked upper body.

To his right was a mountain-like figure, and on his right was a male lion, who was biting at raw flesh in his hand, and from time to time a few drops of blood were smashed on the ground.

Behind him was a huge rift, the mouth of the Guanshan Fracture.

In fact, Zhu Jiao should be grateful to the barbarians, if they hadn't occupied this place first, the iron cavalry of the grassland would have already broken through the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains.

"Princess, your residence is ready. The old man didn't wait for Zhu Cihuan to answer, so he called a few barbarian soldiers, "Come on, take the princess down." ”

Zhu Cihuan was half-forcibly taken down like this, and the words he originally wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

It was Baturu who was as strong as a mountain, and he leaned over to talk to the old man.

The two of them were communicating in barbarian language, and to Wang Haozi and the others, it sounded like babbling, and they couldn't understand it at all.

Shen Liushu was also confused, and the Baishi Daoist stroked his long hair, revealing a meaningful smile, but no one paid attention.

"Vassal King, are you too ..... for her After all, she is the princess of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Baturu asked.

"Do you really think that Zhu Jiao is willing to marry his most precious little daughter to me, an old man?" said the vassal king calmly, "Although I don't know why, I guess there is probably something difficult to do, and it is inconvenient for the old man to take refuge with me." ”

"That is, the old man, otherwise I would have ...... a long time ago"

He took another bite of the raw meat in his hand, looked at Shen Liushu, and showed a smile.

But the smile was chilling, and the corners of his mouth and teeth were bloodshot.

He should be afraid.

Shen Liushu never looked up, but he could already be sure that this was the old man in the Wild North.

It was a blazing day just now, but now it's a lot more cloudy.

The god covered the canopy with his curtain.

The wind rises, and the clouds gather.

The pungent smell of blood wafted in the west wind, and Shen Liushu shrugged the tip of his nose, and it was the blood-red barren sand that stained half of the sunset.

It was as if he saw the man again.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looked up at the afterglow of the sun that was about to set, and was still so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Poor yellow sand spreads over the bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.

I wonder if the sun she saw over there was also so blood-red?

It seems that the second time I saw her, she was also the color of blood red.

She kept her head down after she had saluted herself, and her father kept talking to herself, but she didn't remember a word, just looked at her face, her hair, her eyes, her lips, her everything, and it really seemed that she was always quietly watching her, even if she didn't say a word, it was good.

He waved his halberd in the distance, as if he was splashing a freehand landscape painting, but this painting was not an imaginary ink, but the red color, the head that never bowed under the armor, was the hope of all soldiers, like a flag.

He smiled wryly.

This is war. wants to protect the peace of the country, but how many people have thought about the scenes where the new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts cry. I'm afraid those dignitaries won't think about it. Those traitors will only move their mouths, but in the end, it is these soldiers and pawns who give their lives that no one remembers.

Roar! Roar!

The cold light flashed, but it was another axe, and at that moment, the eyes staring at the sky did not close after all.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was also the name that made him dream soul.

If there is an afterlife......

The so-called crazy men and women in the world can't escape the word "lovesickness".

In a moment of trance, at this moment, I didn't seem to be myself.

He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire just now, and he looked up at the old man's weather-covered eyes.

Wang Haozi and others around him have long been gone.

"Old man Bu asked you to come?"

Shen Liushu did not answer.

At this time, the old man was not holding raw meat in his hand, he beckoned Shen Liushu to come over, with a smile in his eyebrows, but a kind barbarian old man.

Shen Liushu didn't want to get closer, but his legs and feet didn't obey the call at all.

"Let me take a good look. ”

The old man looked him up and down, "It's dark, it's strong, it's a lot more mature than the last time I saw it." ”

He should be afraid, but he didn't, but there was an inexplicable closeness.

"You are my barbarian bloodline, although you are not pure, but you also have some relationship with Jiuli. ”

"Jiuli is the ancestor of my barbarian clan and the leader of the great barbarians. The old man paused and said, "The leader of the entire barbarian." ”

"I ......."

Shen Liushu was interrupted by the old man, "I know why you came. ”

"Since you are of my barbarian blood, I will naturally find someone to teach you how to use it, Baturu. ”

The old man said.

"I have few barbarians, and I thought that the old man had found out about his conscience and sent you, but I was naïve. ”

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and waved his hand at Shen Liushu again, "Go quickly." ”

At the foot of the mountain, somewhere flat.

Shen Liushu glanced at the woman on the side, she was not wearing armor today, she had wheat-colored skin, her chest was only wrapped in an ink cloth, her beautiful figure was undoubtedly revealed, a scimitar was pinned to her left waist, and a scimitar was carved and played.

Most of the barbarian people are surnamed Hu, and this woman's name is Hu Dielan, but she is not as beautiful as an orchid.

The evaluation of her by the barbarians is almost the same: other girls are full of flowers, and you are full of poisons.

Hu Dielan is good at using double knives, and there are countless souls who have died under her knives, but the most feared is herself.

Everyone in Bianjing takes a petal bath, and her skin is like cream, but she takes a hundred poisonous baths, which is also smooth and delicate.

The barbarian king ordered Baturu to follow Shen Liushu around, protect him, and teach him.

Baturu's Chinese is not good, so he needs a translator.

Coincidentally, there is only one person in the entire barbarian tribe who is proficient in Chinese, except for the vassal king, and this person is this Hu Dielan.

Shen Liushu couldn't help but think of an ancient poem: "The glamorous and colorful dance is moving, quietly colorful and colorful." Don't use the fragrance to Bo Junyue, the most like to sing and sleep. ”

Ordinary people couldn't get close to her at all, and Shen Liushu didn't know if he should be glad that he was okay with her.

Baturu actually grunted with Hu Dielan on horseback.

"Slow down, slow down, I don't usually see you talk so much. ”

Hu Dielan complained, and then turned to Shen Liushu and said, "The barbarian refining body is divided into forging bones, I Ching, condensing veins, consolidating the foundation, and shattering Nirvana, each realm is different from the six grades of martial arts, but it is divided into nine levels. ”

Shen Liushu looked at Baturu and saw him nodding, indicating that this was what he meant.

Baturu went on to say a lot of things, and Hu Dielan's patience was not very good.

"Okay, let's come on, just like you, you have to talk about the hour. ”

She said, "Practicing the body pays attention to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra ......"

So Hu Dielan changed from the original spectator to a guide.

Occasionally, a few barbarian soldiers passed by, and they couldn't help but sweat, and they silently prayed for this white boy in their hearts.

Shen Liushu only felt that everyone's eyes looked at him a little strange, but he didn't realize that his nightmare was coming.

"The grandmaster is to release the internal strength, and the most significant thing about the great grandmaster is the internal force and the qi, which disperses into the whole body, and forms a large and small Zhou Tian with various acupuncture points. The body can be practiced differently, as long as the eight veins of the Qi Sutra are opened, you can cultivate by yourself, quench your body every day, and strengthen your body, which is also the reason why my barbarian race is stronger than those who cultivate martial arts in the same realm. ”

"Come, after all that, let the old lady see, how are you learning?"

Hu Dielan was very satisfied with her teaching, but the reality gave her a resounding slap in the face.

Shen Liushu didn't learn at all.

Hu Dielan looked at this white young man, and two words flashed in her heart: waste.

But she didn't give up, "Come, go on, the old lady still doesn't believe it." ”

After another period of torture, Shen Liushu lay on the ground panting with a big character, and it was a pity that he rested.

When he calmed down and recalled what the old man had said, he realized what the barbarian bloodline represented.

One of his parents must have been a barbarian.

He couldn't wait to run to the old man to ask, but it was difficult to raise his hand after being tortured by Hu Dielan.

"Isn't that going to work? Hurry up for the old lady and continue. ”

Femme fatale, he thought.

Although there were screams for several days, people deliberately avoided the flat land, and the reason for this was well known.

Inside the Brute Pack

"What!

Baturu nodded.

"That's what only the Great Grandmaster realm has. ”

The vassal king said thoughtfully, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." ”

"But the barbarian practice body, even if it reaches that realm, there will still be no trace of true qi. ”

"Emperor Wu has all the records of Jiuli in the endless collection, which can save his life, and the impure Jiuli is cursed by Tengger, especially the people who are half-barbarian and half-Jiuli, it is not too much to say that they have walked in the ghost gate. ”

"But this kind of physique is the real physique of the Jiuli ancestor, if there is another day, it will not be the next barbarian ancestor. ”

The old man muttered to himself.

"The old man is really a problem for me. ”

The vassal king rode on the lion, and the raw meat conjured out of nowhere in his hand took a bite, "This kid is a barbarian bloodline, or Jiuli, although it is not pure, but according to the characteristics of Jiuli, this is just a trivial matter, the most difficult thing is that he is in this situation, unheard of and unseen, there is only one place that may be recorded, that is Emperor Wu Endless Zang, but he is very interested in this Martial Emperor Endless Zang, and there are countless people who pay attention to it behind his back." ”

"People say that the enemy is dark and I can't be broken, but now the enemy is clear and I am clear, he is a naked conspiracy. ”