Northland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Jingqili River. In one place. Several men in roe deer fur hats were sitting around a fire.

Above the fire, on a simple wooden shelf, hung a large iron basin. In the iron basin, a large pot of boiling wild boar meat was steaming. The whole pinch of Luozi is filled with an enticing smell of meat.

A man who looked like a leader reached out and took out a large piece of wild boar with skin and bones from the iron basin, put it to his mouth, pulled a piece off with his teeth, and after chewing it in his mouth a few times, said vaguely: "Mmmm, it's cooked." Eat quickly. ”

Several other men had already been seduced by the fragrant wild boar. Hearing this, several men each reached into the iron basin, grabbed the hot wild boar, brought it to their mouths, and chewed it heavily.

A group of men did not speak, but buried their heads in hard work, munching on wild boar meat, and from time to time picking up the deerskin bag beside them and pouring a mouthful of wine into their mouths. It didn't take long for the iron basin to bottom.

The leader-looking man stretched out contentedly, and said to a man with a fierce face, "Ulimar, you are worth the first half of the night. Others rest early. As soon as dawn came, we immediately returned to the tribe. ”

An older man, while packing up the iron basin, asked, "Chief, do we really want to go further north? In case I run into Lao Maozi, what can I do with the woman and the doll?"

The man who looked like the leader said, "If you don't go, you can't go." Something big is going to happen in the Central Plains. The wolf lord will not miss this opportunity. ”

Another sturdy man asked, "Chief, is the wolf lord really going to war with the Central Plains again?" After fighting the grass valley for so many years, the wolf lord should have made enough gains. ”

The leader-like man sneered: "The main thing for the wolf is not just the two-legged sheep and things that were stolen from the grass valley. The main thing for wolves is the emperor of the Central Plains. This time there is an accident in the Central Plains, and the wolf lord will definitely wait for the opportunity to raise troops. We can't help him fight anymore. ”

The older man sighed, "yes." This little wolf baby is even more fierce than the old wolf back then. Whenever he can take the opportunity, he will bite his opponent hard. Let's hunt, enough to feed our people. I can't fight for him. ”

The man with a fierce face muttered: "This person from the Central Plains is really, what are you tossing around blindly all day long? The wolf lord bites it this time, and it is not them who hurt?"

The man who looked like the leader sneered again: "There are so many twists and turns in the stomachs of the Han people! If they calculate with each other from time to time, it will be as uncomfortable as if we are not hunting with bows and arrows in our hands." Let's rest early. As soon as the morning dawned, he immediately went back to the tribe to move. A little later, the wolf lord's hounds smelled it. Cheer up, Ulimar! The blind bear is looking here and there for food, ready for the winter. But don't let them take you away. ”

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Western regions. In the midst of a rocky mountain field, a group of highland wolves are clinging closely behind a herd of wild goats, desperately chasing the sheep.

A hundred and ten paces behind the wolves, two figures followed closely behind the wolves under the cover of the rocks. One of them was a resolute-looking young man. The other was an old man who looked extremely sophisticated and capable.

This young man is the third prince who is most loved by the king of the Western Regions. He has a Han Chinese name called Eagle Eye. The old man beside him, called Kazhab, was one of his masters.

This third prince has a total of seventeen masters. Among these seventeen masters, there are people from the Western Regions and people from the Central Plains. There were those who taught him to learn literature, and there were also those who taught him to practice martial arts.

What the Kazab taught to the third prince was the art of hunting. The hunting technique of the Kazab is not to hunt goats, but to wolves.

After a group of wolves chased after them for a while, a wild goat finally lost its strength and was thrown to the ground by the wolves. As the wolves were biting, Kazab nodded to the third prince, who stood up from the rocks, let out a wolf howl, and then rushed towards the wolves.

The wolves, who had just pounced on their prey and were about to eat, were provoked, and immediately put down the prey in their mouths and gathered around the third prince, revealing their white teeth.

The third prince rushed to a distance of more than ten steps away from the wolves, and another wolf howl immediately angered the wolves. The she-wolf at the head roared, and the two tallest wolves immediately took the lead in pounceing on the third prince.

The third prince saw the two wolves pounce, not advancing but retreating, holding the scimitar in his hand, rushing forward, raising the scimitar in his hand, and instantly slashing the necks of the two wolves. The two wolves each let out a wail and fell to the ground.

Just as the third prince put down the two evil wolves in the lead, several more evil wolves pounced. Two of them bit the third prince's knife-wielding arm almost at the same time.

The third prince took the scimitar to his left hand and stabbed one of the wolves between the chest and abdomen, stabbing the entire scimitar into it. The wolf who had been stabbed let out a wild howl and fell to the ground with his scimitar.

When the third prince saw that the scimitar in his left hand was taken away by the evil wolf, he immediately clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed into the head of another evil wolf who was biting his right arm and not letting go. This punch hit up, and the evil wolf, known as the iron-headed and copper-boned wolf, couldn't withstand the blow, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Seeing that the third prince was so fierce, the she-wolf at the head bared her teeth, hesitated, and after a low howl, she slowly retreated with the rest of the wolves.

The third prince pulled out the bloody scimitar from the wolf on the ground, and was about to step forward to pursue, when suddenly there was an eagle cry in the sky.

The third prince stretched out his left arm, and a flying eagle rushed down and landed on the third prince's left arm. The third prince took a piece of parchment rolled into a cylinder from the eagle's ankle ring, opened it, and immediately put away the scimitar, turned and ran towards the way he came.

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Southwest. In the midst of a lofty mountain, a stone castle stands on a high peak. There is only one person who can build a castle in such a place, the Toast King.

In the castle, an old man in the twilight is lying on a bamboo deck chair basking in the sun. This old man in the twilight of his life is the current King of Toast.

Although he looks very old, the large and small toasts in dozens of southwestern films know that this is still a tiger. Although this tiger now and then snoozes, he is a tiger after all, and the most ferocious tiger in the 100,000 mountains in the southwest.

This tiger is not in a good mood these days. Because, Tie Zhongheng is dead.

To tell the truth, sometimes, King Tusi really wanted to strangle Tie Zhongheng to death with his own hands. Tie Zhongheng is too difficult to deal with. He has been sitting in the southwest for more than ten years, and he has worn away the pride and ambition that King Tusi once buried deep in his heart. For this reason, the Tusi King had dreamed more than once that he had stabbed Tie Zhongheng with his hands.

But King Tusi knew that Tie Zhongheng was not his enemy. The Han people are not the enemies of these dozens of tribes in the southwest. Their real enemies are still farther west and south.

No matter how many dozens of tribesmen in the southwest fought with the Han people, it was always just a fight between brothers under one roof. But if it is killed by people further west and south, it will be the real disaster of extermination. It is precisely because of this that King Tusi does not want anything to happen to Tie Zhongheng than anyone else. Because he knew that as long as Tie Zhongheng was there for a day, dozens of them in the southwest would be safe. No one could cross the Great Wall that he and Tie Zhongheng had built together.

But Tie Zhongheng died. He was poisoned in the midst of hosts.

When he received the news of Tie Zhongheng's death, the first thing King Tusi did was to send an envoy to the Five Poisons Sect immediately to hold him accountable. King Tusi knew that in the more than ten years that Tie Zhongheng had been in the southwest, there were many people from the Five Poisons Sect who had died at the hands of his army. Moreover, who can poison Tie Zhongheng to death among the ten thousand armies, except for the Five Poisons Sect, King Tusi really can't think of anyone else.

But the people of the Five Poisons Sect said that it was not their hands. King Tusi knew that since the people of the Five Poisons Sect said so, then the person who started it must not be them. For outsiders, the Five Poisons Sect may be unpleasant. But for the Tusi King and dozens of people in the southwest, the Five Poisons Sect was an envoy sent by their patron saint to protect them. The angels of God do not lie to them.

Because of this, King Toast was in a bad mood.

Tie Zhongheng is dead, and the southwest will never be so peaceful again. Moreover, there is a person in the southwest who has poisoning methods comparable to those of the Five Poisons Sect, how can he, the Tusi King, be in a better mood? What's more, there was news like that yesterday.

King Tusi gently knocked on the arm of the bamboo recliner, and a ghostly old man wearing a white scarf immediately appeared beside him and asked in a low voice, "Master, what do you command?"

King Tusi asked, "Has my mother-in-law returned to the village?"

The old man said, "Master, my mother-in-law is back." However, as soon as the mother-in-law returned, the Divine Cult closed the holy place. ”

King Tusi tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the bamboo recliner and said, "You go in person, tell your mother-in-law the news from outside the village, and then ask her what she means." ”

After the old man answered "yes", he asked, "Master, things seem to be getting more and more serious. The dolls in the village, do you want to press it outward?"

King Tusi shook his head lightly and said, "You can't press forward anymore." If you press it again, the Son of Heaven in the Central Plains should have misunderstood. Moreover, Tie Zhongheng is newly mourned, and his subordinates are crumbling tightly. Can't make them more nervous at this time. Go ahead. At this time, the role of the Cult of God is even greater. ”

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Zhedong. Overseas. On an isolated island. In the middle of a large cave. A group of ronin dressed as Dongying people are nesting in the cave, drinking too much. In one corner of the cave, more than a dozen ragged women were chained to the rocks in the cave, their faces terrified.

After a short and stout Dongying ronin drank the wine in the wooden ladle in his hand in one gulp, his eyes glanced at the group of women who were chained, and his eyes immediately showed an obscene light. The stocky ronin threw the wooden scoop in his hand to the ground, stood up, and walked towards the group of women.

When a group of women saw the short, stout ronin approaching, their faces became more frightened, and they all moved closer to the middle, as if trying to squeeze themselves into the crowd and hide.

The stocky ronin walked up to a group of women, reached out, grabbed one of them by the hair, and dragged her out. The woman screamed and struggled desperately. When the rest of the ronin heard the women's cries, they also stood up and walked towards the women with a strange smile.

The woman who had been caught by the Shortie Ronin struggled for a moment, and finally found an opportunity to bite the Shorty Ronin's hand hard. Enraged, the stocky ronin reached out from his waist and pulled out a sword, stabbing the woman in the abdomen. The woman let out a wail and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the other women still had a look of horror on their faces, but their eyes showed a glint of hatred.

Seeing this, the short and sturdy ronin was about to swing his knife and cut again, when an angry shout suddenly sounded at the mouth of the cave: "Baga!"

When the ronin in the cave heard this, they quickly turned around, bowed in the direction from which the cheers came, and said, "Hey!"

Under the firelight, a middle-aged ronin with a Ren Dan beard, dressed in a ronin costume, and two swords stuck in his waist walked into the cave, walked up to the stout ronin, and slapped him hard, knocking him to the ground.

After knocking the stout man to the ground, the middle-aged ronin shouted angrily: "Baga! Don't forget, you are all warriors under the command of the general! You have come here with the glorious mission entrusted to you by His Excellency the general! Not here to eat, drink and have fun!"

The stocky ronin got up from the ground and, like all the other ronin, bowed respectfully and said, "Hey!"

The middle-aged ronin looked at the group of women who were chained, and with a slight wave of his hand, a group of ronins pulled out the swords at their waists, stepped forward, and cut all the women to the ground in an instant.

Then, the middle-aged ronin said: "Warriors, now is a great opportunity. His Excellency the General will be sending someone soon. ”

After the middle-aged ronin muttered, the cave let out a wild laugh like a ghost crying wolf. Subsequently, a raging fire broke out in the cave. In the midst of the fire, a group of shadows fled towards the dark sea.

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