In the late autumn, when the rain clears in the morning, the cold that cannot be concealed, a thin layer of air lingers in front of the mountain; everywhere the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and the red rocks that have been washed by the rain all night stand up and show up with bursts of wetness; the trickle flowing down the mountain is still rumbling and gathering into the dirty dragon river and rushing away with the waves. Under the sun, the temple on the top of the hill looks so old and dilapidated, the sun shines into the temple, and the front of the statue hall is white, a pile of ashes, and a few pools of blood. The temple was empty.

Two plainly dressed men were slowly climbing the winding mountain road to the Chiyou Temple. The two men each carried a bundle of firewood on their backs and walked very slowly, which was not an ordinary slowness, but their physique was incomparably strong, and under the fact that they deliberately concealed their usual appearance, there were a pair of tired but very powerful eyes, eagle-like eyes, which were not the kind of dull and cloudy eyes that ordinary people have; they looked forward and backward from time to time, left and right; at the slightest disturbance, they would both stop and watch nervously for a long time, and only when everything was calm and sure that there was nothing wrong, would they move slowly forward again。

The two of them finally cautiously came to the Chiyou Temple, and only after they were sure that there was no one inside, did they sneak into the temple.

The two of them put down the wood on their shoulders and took a closer look at the temple before they had time to catch their breath, and when they saw the blood under their feet and the two blood-soaked arrow feathers on the roof, they looked at each other with great sadness. The two quickly walked into the firewood room next door and turned out the leather bag, took out a few pieces of dried meat and hid them in their arms, and each took a piece of dried meat and sat on the firewood and gnawed on it.

One said: "Hey, I don't know which brother suffered here!"

Another said: "I'm afraid that there is more than one person who will suffer here! Judging from the bloodstains, our people are worth dying! I heard that Nanzi and that monster lived here last night, and I think that the person who can get close to Nanzi's body should also be a master above the white armor sergeant, and the two sides can not be said to be immortal and injured!"

One of them sighed, with a melancholy expression, and said: "Our seven brothers are known as the Seven Great Wolves, and they have been hiding in the Dragon Clan since five years ago, and now I don't know how many people are left, and how many of them can go back alive?"

The other person was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Why, brother, are you afraid! Fear and retreat are not the personality that my wolf clan man should have! We are fighting for the sake of the tribe and for our women and descendants!"

One person laughed miserably: "How can I not know the simple truth of this? Brother, I just regret that the seven evil wolves of the wolf clan with infinite scenery in the past have now ended up fleeing for their lives like this! Hey, it has been many years since I have not been able to gather for a meeting, and the scene of drinking wine and eating meat and crying and laughing in a big bowl is only goodbye in a dream! Hey, even if I see each other before I die, maybe we will die together!" The man took out a machete from the pyre and waved it a few times, and said viciously: " I really want to slaughter Nanzi's slut with my own hands, but it's a pity that now our identities are exposed and we can't stay there!"

The other nodded and said, "That's it, I don't know who thinks the idea of ordering the left arm to be exposed, our five-year efforts have come to naught in an instant!

One of them turned around and said, "Then what should we do next? Do we continue to fight with them or sneak back to the tribe?"

Another said: "Go back? We can't just go back like this! We came out with seven people, and we have to go back with seven people this time, and even if someone dies, we can't let people cut off their ears and ask for merit and reward, unless all seven of us are dead!"

One said: "But we don't know how many people are left, and we don't know how to contact the others! But if you think about it carefully, the three of them should still be alive, after all, they still have those animals around to help! Or we will wait around here for three or four days to see?"

The other shook his head and said, "Haven't you heard that the slut in Nanzi personally led people to hunt down the big wolf all day yesterday?

One shook his head and said, "It's hard to get in again, isn't this self-defeating? Where do we dare to show up now, we have to pretend to be Han here!"

Another said: "If we don't get in, how can we know the news inside, how can we know how many of the Seven Great Wolves are left now?" Although we can't enter the thirty-six tribes of the Dragon Clan again, there is still one place we can go to!"

One person was surprised: "You mean that we will go to Nanling Qianyuanzhuang!"

Another humanitarian: "Exactly, Qianyuanzhuang is a post station for the dragon clan to communicate with the outside world, firstly, it may not be able to know what is happening in the dragon tribe at this moment, and firstly, Qianyuanzhuang is not as good as the masters in the tribe, and it is full of dangers." Even if we can't get rid of any big characters there and win glory for the wolf clan, at least we can deal with it safely for a while, and avoid the limelight!"

One person patted his thigh and said with a smile: "What my brother said is true, let's do it, it's just that what should we use as a meeting gift to enter Qianyuanzhuang?

The other pointed to the roof and blinked.

One of them was surprised, "What do you mean? You said on the roof?"

The other gritted his teeth and said: "Have you seen the two bloodstained arrow feathers on the roof, brother, if I guess correctly, the one lying on the roof is one of the seven of us, we can cut off its head and go to Qianyuanzhuang to report the news, and tell everything we know about the dragon clan, not afraid that they will not believe it!"

One person snorted coldly, raised his head and said: "You can't do such a disobedient thing between brothers, take the ears of the clansmen to the enemy to ask for merit and reward, I can't do it!"

The other patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Brother, am I willing to do this? If we don't cut it, others will cut it! If we cut it, we will still bring it back to the wolf clan in the future, isn't this a helpless way!"

The two were about to continue their argument in the temple when a pleasant horse bell rang outside the door.

The two of them hurriedly hid the machete back in the firewood they carried with them, grabbed the ashes and wiped them on their faces, and curled up in the corner of the temple.

There was a man outside, a young man with a bright face. It is Wen Zhongyu, the young owner of Qianyuanzhuang!

Wen Zhongyu stepped in with a long sword in his hand, took a closer look at the Chiyou Temple, and respectfully stepped forward to worship the statue of the Chiyou God, and then turned around and looked carefully at the blood stains in the hall and the two fearful people in the daze.

Wen Zhongyu pondered for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "Two, are you locals? What happened here yesterday?"

The two looked up at Wen Zhongyu and were silent.

Wen Zhongyu walked a few steps back and forth around the two, stopped and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I don't know if you are Han or the dragon people who are dressed up smartly? As long as you are a local, you don't know that this Chiyou Temple is a forbidden place for the Han people, and it is a place for the dragon people to worship the gods before they go on an expedition, and they will be killed here in private! I see that the two are not Han people!"

The two looked at Wen Zhongyu in fear and said nothing.

Wen Zhongyu stared at the two of them tightly, for a long time, he laughed, he got up and drew his long sword and said with a smile: "The two unpredictable eyes tell me that you two are from the Dragon Clan!

The two looked at each other, but still didn't say a word.

Wen Zhongyu's eyes were blood-red, and his face was murderous, he gritted his teeth and said: "This temple is the place of worship of my dragon clan, is it not possible that the Han people have come here to make trouble again?

The two of them looked at each other again, and one of them said cautiously: "Dare to ask who the prince is, which tribe of the dragon clan is the adult?"

Wen Zhongyu looked back and said: "What kind of son is not a son, I am Wen Zhongyu, the young master of Nanling Qianyuanzhuang, the hereditary first-class earl of the Wen tribe of the Dragon Clan!"

When the two men heard this, they fell and bowed down, and wept aloud.

Wen Zhongyu didn't know what was going on, and was stunned for a while.

The evil wolves of the two wolf clans are talking nonsense, what kind of wolf clan sneak attack, the dragon clan has suffered heavy losses, and even Lord Nanzi of Shangzhu Country does not know where to go, etc. Since he was so anxious, Wen Zhongyu jumped like thunder, and he was going to rush back to Qianyuanzhuang with two wolves.

The second wolf thanked Wen Zhongyu excitedly, and took advantage of Wen Zhongyu's inattention to hit Wen Zhongyu's head, Wen Zhongyu fell to the ground without humming.

A wolf hurriedly said: "Why do you want to knock this kid unconscious, let's follow him to Qianyuanzhuang!"

A wolf smiled and said: "God help me, we now have this precious young master of Qianyuanzhuang in hand, what are you afraid of the dragon clan! Brother, you are wrong, if we don't knock him out, we will inevitably have the possibility of speaking and revealing our stuffing, and if we knock him out, won't it be a hundred and save a lot of inconvenience!"

A wolf laughed and said, "Brother is really high-minded, then this young master had better never wake up! Let me give him a few more punches to relieve the hatred in our hearts!" The guy stepped forward and beat Wen Zhongyu violently.

The other wolf drew his knife and made a few cuts on Wen Zhongyu's body, and the two wolves looked at each other and laughed.

A wolf said: "Let's use a horse to carry this half-dead young master to Qianyuanzhuang!"

A wolf shook his head and said, "No, we escaped death to save the young master, so let's pretend to be a little bit like this, I believe that the people of Qianyuanzhuang are near here!"

The second wolf carried his machete on his back, first went up to the roof to cut off the head of the dead body above, and then carried Wen Zhongyu down the mountain with great strides.

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