Wentu was afraid of angering Qiu Lin, so he whispered: "In another month or two, it will be the time for the grass source to be fought for in the northern soil, and the ...... will be lowly."

Qiu Lin is not accustomed to listening to people slowly, so he directly stated the purpose of this trip: "The king has an order, in the next two months, the grass will be all out, and it is the time when the kings are fighting for the grassland, the border land, do not take it lightly, so I sent this marshal to discuss with you how to deal with it, prevent large-scale fighting, and reduce conflicts and casualties." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Over the years, they have been divided in the middle of the intersection of their respective entrenchments, but there have been frequent conflicts. When Ulan saw that his brother had an order, he also looked solemn, but there was obvious shyness on his face.

Wentu naturally understands that the two have been heart-to-heart for several years, only because Qiu Lin does not know how to wind and snow and moon to have a gap between each other, listening to the private description of the northern Tu Yong, the two had hugged and rolled hundreds of zhang when they frolicked on the snow hills, Ulan Tuli fell to the ground, Qiu Lin did not know how to carry the princess back, Ulan was stunned and limped back to the palace alone, so angry that she stood outside Qiu Lin's mansion and scolded for three days.

"In late spring and early summer, there will be disputes in the northern soil, the small ones will kill people and seize things, and the big ones will fight each other, and hundreds of people will be killed and injured every year, and after the pacification, the next year will be the same, and the reciprocal will continue, in fact, it is the biggest disease in the northern soil!" Wentu said, although he didn't know where the mission was, but when he heard the northerners say so, he still couldn't bear it.

Qiu Lin was stunned: "You are from the southern country, how do you know such details?"

Wentu naturally collected comprehensive information from Bing Yong's mouth, but he couldn't say it, just smiled, and the clues could not be concealed from me, a big shuttle master. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look down at Fu Rou, her immature little face was very ruddy because of the fire, and she had gained a little weight from the diet in the north for a few months, and she couldn't help but be grateful to Wulan. At this time, there was a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of Fu Rou's mouth, and Wentu immediately wiped it with his hand, not wanting to be scolded by Ulan, so he took out his silk handkerchief and wiped it gently.

Seeing that Wen Tu didn't answer, and was thoughtful, Qiu Lin said, "What does Wen Zhenguan think about this matter?"

Wentu saw that Fu Rou was slightly stunned as soon as he heard Qiu Lin speak, so he slowly stood up, held Fu Rou with both arms, and shook his upper body to swing Fu Rou, but after all, he was a man, and his movements were very ugly and contrived, Wulan simply got up and took Fu Rou over, glared at Wentu fiercely, and shook it lightly as he walked.

"Conquer and exterminate the two tribes on the left and right of the border!" Wentu replied suddenly, this is the result of his own careful consideration, in addition to matching the general and the princess, this is also one of the real purposes of tricking Qiu Lin to come here, but it is difficult to implement this strategy, shaking the foundation of the northern soil, if Qiu Lin does not agree, no one can take half a step.

Qiu Lin was shocked, "By all means, this is the rule of the northern land for hundreds of years, the clan realm is determined, the sun god is the witness, no one is allowed to infringe," he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pressed it tightly, and frowned together, but immediately relaxed again, sighed deeply, and his tone was a little sluggish, "In case of this, the prestige of the Northern King will be questioned, Amakusa will be punished, our cattle and sheep will spread diseases, and the mountain spring will dry up......."

Wentu swore and said: "On the contrary, so back and forth, I don't know how many people will die in the future, and this is the border, stability is paramount, if the Tamu tribe is taken in the east, and the small state of Xihe is suppressed in the west, then there will be peace, and the defense line will be stabilized from then on, lest they collude with the southern kingdom to rebel; The grassland is peaceful, nature leads to peace and prosperity, ten thousand people have been spared, how can the sun god blame, this is a great thing, with the fortitude of the commander, I must have considered one or two, but helpless ancestor regulation. ”

In this way, Qiu Lin Khan is like rain, this is a word that no one has dared to say for hundreds of years, and it is the idea of killing the head.

Wentu naturally understood Qiu Lin's concern, and laughed to himself, making Fu Rou startled, and Wulan immediately slapped lightly, glaring at Wentu again, making him quieter.

Qiu Lin also lowered his voice for half a minute, and muttered, "Wen Tishou's thoughts are indeed terrifying, but this method can really make the northern soil peaceful from now on! It's just ......"

"It's okay!" Wen Tu understood what Qiu Lin meant, "None of you have to move, Wen is not a northerner, I sent troops to conquer myself, and I can be dismissed for this reason afterwards, the reason is not to rebel against the ancestral system, but to raise troops in the north, those small kings will never dare to use the ancestral regulations to make trouble for the king of the north, can only obediently accept the reality, in the future, they will not dare to send troops to fight for the source of grass without authorization, and cross the line privately, and the herdsmen will also be grateful to the king of the north for his protection, which is a lot of gains." ”

Qiu Lin looked at the man in front of him again, his face solemn.

Wentu walked to the stove, put in a piece of charcoal, stirred it lightly with an iron hook, and a beam of sparks sprang up.

"I'll make arrangements after discussing this matter with the king of the north," Qiu Lin, who has always been resolute, also had palpitations, and at the same time looked at Wentu, "And if you do this, won't it be my Beifan who has broken my trust in you?"

Wentu has his own plans, as long as the border is stable, the interior will be stable, and the king does not dare to go north to conquer. Moreover, the king of the north is afraid that his sister will be the queen in the south, and he will not mutiny. In this way, the source of the disaster is not the chaos in the world, and it is better to deal with it calmly.

As everyone knows, at this time, the Dawang Mansion is already in crisis, and there are phantoms.

"Don't tell the king of the north!" Wentu shouted, "and the commander must also pretend not to know, otherwise everything will change suddenly!"

"Okay!" Qiu Lin's blood boiled, he took a step back, and actually clasped his fists, "Qiu Lin is here to thank Wen Tishou!"

Ulan suddenly got up, after all, she was a woman, and she didn't know what to do.

Wentu immediately comforted Ulan with his eyes, and some focused on the overall situation, so Ulan had to nod slightly.

In the following days, Qiu Linguo did not break his word, and took Wentu to the poplar forest under a low hill outside the commander, and began his trip to teach martial arts.

The meadow in the forest is slightly green and transparent.

Wentu held the axe and bowed to the wind, and begged Lin to stand against the wind.

Qiu Lin looked at Wentu, nodded slightly, and said: "The martial arts of the north and the south are not quite the same, the southerners pay attention to techniques, not only to win, but also to win elegantly, ......invisibly suppressing the potential;

The more Wentu listened, the more chilled he became, he looked like he was fierce and heroic, but he didn't expect his mind to be so meticulous, and he actually pondered the skills of the southerners so deeply, if he used this to teach the generals in the army, once the northern soldiers went south, they would be unstoppable!

"Gather qi dantian, suddenly send out your arms, put stones under your feet, and make a move!" Qiu Lin roared, startling a group of yellow finches on the branches to flee with a roar.

Wentu suddenly calmed his legs, slammed his luck into his shoulders, and turned out the battle axe with a slight shout!

Qiu Lin stared at the path swept by the axe, and suddenly jumped up, but its shape was like an ape, sharp and light, and before his legs fell, he had raised the knife to the handle of the axe that swept away, "dang", Wentu suddenly felt the pain in the tiger's mouth, his arms were sore, and he let go of his hand with a soft scream, and the iron axe fell to the ground in response.

Defeat in one move!

Wentu was greatly surprised, if Qiu Lin fought with the assassins and Du Wei who were chasing him, they would definitely be defeated, thinking that the blood would gush up, he lifted the black axe again, and as Qiu Lin instructed him step by step to condense his moves, his idea was very simple and clear: hold one move a day, and he would not be chased by others for a long time.

Qiu Lin rarely speaks except for manipulating Wentu's moves, and Wentu is also interesting, after all, he is the No. 1 general in the Northern Territory, and he is far from his identity, so he has to be taught all and dare not trespass.

Lonely hills and wild forests, the figures of the two strong men are constantly hovering here day and day, in addition to the roar of Qiulin, it is the sonorous sound of swords and axes striking each other, it may be that the birds in the forest are afraid of the mighty sound of Qiulin, and simply no longer fly to stop.

Wentu is extremely intelligent, the ability to appreciate is unmatched in the land of the dynasty, day by day, the number of battle axes landing is gradually decreasing, and the time of fighting is getting longer and longer, nearly a month has passed, Wentu can hold thirty or fifty moves with Qiu Lin, which shocked Qiu Lin, sighed "teachable", and showed a rare smile on his face.

On that day, when Qiu Lin was parting, he had a final duel with Wentu, and he came with Wulan and Fu Rou, which was a farewell ceremony.

The wind suddenly rose in the forest, the black axe slashed head-on, the treasure knife was rampant, breaking through the air, and the domineering spirit dispersed from the two of them, so startled that Xiao Fu Rou hurriedly hugged Ulan's neck, and in an instant, he raised his ears sideways, intending to distinguish one from the two.

However, she is too young to see, how can she tell it?

Ulan stepped back again and again, hugged Fu Rou tightly, patting and comforting, but there was a smile on his face.

The wind stopped suddenly, and everything fell silent. Wentu's long axe fell to the ground, although his hand was clenched, but his right knee had touched the ground in a single kneeling posture, and although his left hand was raised back, it was obviously trembling continuously;

Wentu didn't get up immediately, and said silently: General, my Wentu's defeat can be regarded as a worship!

Fu Rou habitually tilted her head and pricked up her ears to listen, but there was no sound, and she pouted in an instant.

"Rou'er, it's Brother Wentu who won......" Wulan saw that Fu Rou was dissatisfied and wanted to coax her to be happy.

Fu Rou shook her head again and again, leaned into Ulan's ear and whispered: "Sister said that if you lose the hero competition, you will definitely say that you will be polite to concede, but Brother Wentu didn't say anything, that is, he lost, don't tell him, he will definitely be sad......"

"Hahaha," Ulan laughed heartily, as if he had forgotten for a moment that Qiu Lin was about to leave the border, and said in a loud voice, "Certainly, definitely!"

Separately, the three looked at each other speechlessly.

Qiu Lin and Wentu got along for a while, and there was a slight change in his heart, looking at Wulan's other appearance, the big man's eyes were evasive, and finally he couldn't hold it, raised his hand and stroked Wulan's cheek, as if he was afraid that Wulan would cry and immediately withdrew his hand, and finally swallowed it when he wanted to say something. He turned around and looked at Wentu carefully, and said for a moment, "When are you going to go on the expedition?"

"When the commander leaves, and imprisons Princess Ulan!" replied Wentu confidently.

Qiu Lin and Ulan were both stunned, but they were relieved in an instant.

Qiu Lin turned around leisurely, hesitated for a moment, or strode towards his escort car and horse, flew and jumped on a black horse, did not look back, and left with a war horse under his crotch......

Ulan nuzzled his mouth, looked at Qiu Lin's distant figure, and put his face on Fu Rou's face, as if talking to himself, and seemed to ask Fu Rou, who didn't know anything: "Where the palace is, I don't know what it looks like now, but I miss it a little......"

Qiu Lin ran out of ten zhang away, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Wen Tishou is resourceful, strong in martial arts, this marshal named him the deputy town of southern Xinjiang, and can allocate 5,000 elite soldiers......"

Wentu was promoted to the deputy town of the military camp in the northern soil and southern Xinjiang, and began the conquest journey of the southern dynasty......