A Sword of Frost

During the time when everyone was busy setting up the "Immortal Kingdom", Jiang Lingfei was not idle. He led the more than thirty captives out of the barracks and rushed among the surrounding tribes, posing as the "spirit of the night wolf witch tribe". The disciples of God, "went on to replace Bela believers. And because of the generous shots, high martial arts skills, and extremely convenient to pretend to be a ghost, the effect is very significant. It quickly brought hundreds of people. When walking on the road, it was called a mighty one.

Naturally, some of these new herdsmen have heard the rumor of another "new fairyland", but haven't figured it out, so they only walked with this group of people in a dim way-it is unavoidable to fear in their hearts, Think how the spirit **** disciple looks one to the other.

This is the credit of Li Yan. The ghost-faced people of the night wolf tribe originally wore ordinary silver masks. The weirdness was weird, but they had not yet reached the terrible part, so the king of Pingle proposed: "It might be more scary to be more like "Ghost!" So Yun Yifeng brought Yirong to dress the captives in an unrecognizable way, even if they saw it in the daytime, they would be scary.

Ling Xing'er asked anxiously, "But this way, won't it scare herders away?"

"No." Yun Yifeng said, "Do n’t the old liar say it all, and he has a serious sin in his life. Those people just become inhuman, ghosts and ghosts just because the original sin is not cleaned up in time. , It's more convenient to confuse. "

Jiang Lingfei clenched his fists in both hands, saying sincerely: "Admire!"

And at this moment, in this second night, Jiangmen San Shao was wearing an ugly mask and led herders to walk in the wasteland together.

A meniscus hangs in the sky, although it has only shallow and fine buds, it is surprisingly bright. Yunsi is bright red, and it winds around the blue velvet-like sky. When the wind blows, it changes and flows, as if there is an immortal involved. The grass is covered with dew, and when you step on it, you will get wet with shoes and boots. The weather in the desert in September is already cold enough. If you walk a little more, the chill at the bottom of your feet will spread to your calves. To the back ... the whole body is stiff, and you can't get out of the warmth when you walk, you can only get out of fatigue and tiredness.

This team was extremely silent, terribly terrified, and terrified. Some people started to regret, but they didn't dare to say that they just kept on walking.

At this time, the wind was blowing again. When it was blown to the face, even the flesh was penetrated by the invisible ice needles.

"God, let us rest for a while." Finally someone couldn't bear it, and dared to cry loudly.

If they were to be ordinary, such people would be shackled by ghost-faced people, and would be punished in public as if they were possessed by demons and tried to disturb the plan of the spirit god. Jiang Lingfei stopped and turned to look at him coldly.

The other said tremblingly, "It's ... too tired."

Although the rest did not speak, they supported the only companion who dared to offend the spirit **** in their hearts, and hoped to have a rest. After all, they have been suffering for a long time, that is, when the ambassador came to the door, they had the opportunity to eat a full meal. Where can the physical strength compare with the ghostly man and Jiang Lingfei, they have already been tired.

Jiang Lingfei said lightly: "Go."

The team became more silent, their legs seemed to be filled with lead.

But the wind sent sings and laughter in the distance, in stark contrast to this deadly team.

"Well? Is anyone singing?"

"Yes, it's singing."

"This is a desert hill, who would sing at night?"

"There seem to be many people."

The herdsmen talked eloquently, and they were embarrassed, afraid, and novel and curious.

Jiang Lingfei's voice remained unshakable: "Let's take a look."

...

"The door—" Ling Xing'er was holding a plate of pastry by the red bonfire. He had originally planned to let Yun Yifeng taste it, but before he said it, he remembered in time that he was going to be a fairy. , Then swallowed the word "door master" again, but stared at him for a long time, and really couldn't call "Xiangong", it was terrible! So finally, he said, "Xian Jun, try it!"

Yun Yifeng laughed: "The little girl has grown up and knows that she is shy."

"What is it." Ling Xinger sat next to him, delivering the pastry, whispering, "Yes, I know that sister Abi, where does she look like the master?"

Yun Yi wind said: "Huh?"

Ling Xing'er replied: "Immortal like!" When not talking, when laughing, when being fascinated ... Anyway, it is at a certain moment, both of them have a flickering flicker that is different from others, specifically described Not good, this kind of cumbersome thing must let the brother come.

But thinking of Brother, Ling Xing'er's face collapsed again, and said indignantly, "Hum!"

Yun Yifeng wondered, "I'm immortal. It's a good thing. What do you hum?"

"It has nothing to do with the master." Ling Xinger pushed the plate in front of him. "Here, eat!"

Yun Yifeng cleared his throat, and just planned to teach the rebellious little girl as the master of the door, and suddenly he heard a crisp bird singing in front of him.

This is a secret code previously agreed upon by everyone, indicating that Jiang Lingfei has brought herdsmen near the "Immortal Kingdom".

The singing sounded even more cheerful.

Ling Xing'er was sitting on a high platform surrounded by herbs. She was nervous for the first time in her life. Yun Yifeng lay down on her knees on the side, and the wind blew up her snowsuit, just like the waves in the picture.

The herdsmen were already stunned. They did n’t know what was going on. It seemed as if they were walking in the cold long night. The lights suddenly turned bright in front of them. The aroma of fine wine and roasted meat rushed forward, hungry. The stomach began to scream immediately.

They could vaguely identify where this was, but wasn't it just grass hills and beasts? Why, suddenly, such a beautiful village appeared. Snow-white tents were set up in a row, covered with gemstones of various colors, and the open fire was burning with flames, which looked extremely warm. The soft cushions were randomly dropped on the ground, with wine jars and plate-by-plate barbecues next to them, and the people who were enjoying these foods were wearing gorgeous and decent clothes, tall and handsome men, and beautiful and gentle women, everyone They are all laughing, singing, jumping, and happy faces reflected by the warm fire.

Ling Xing whispered: "They didn't look up."

"Look at it." Yun Yifeng lay down comfortably on her knees, and said slowly, "I said what I said before, there should be a piano." He fiddled, and kept everyone's eyes on Attracted.

Ling Xing'er thought to herself that if she had a chance in the future, she would have to talk about this with her host.

Even if you play in the wind and rain gate, you can make a living in Xiao Xiao's mansion, but you must not lose this person outside!

Yun Yifeng raised his lips and continued to look down.

Jiang Lingfei asked: "Who are you?"

"We are the people of the Immortal Kingdom." Someone replied loudly, "Seeing that the lake is clear and the scenery is beautiful, I want to borrow it for a night out, but I disturb you? I'm sorry, we will go back tomorrow morning."

"Immortal country?" When the herdsmen heard these two words, they asked with joy, "Is it a fairyland of spirit gods?" And asked Jiang Lingfei, "In the barren grass dunes, too?"

Jiang Lingfei replied indifferently, "No."

The ghost-faced person also said, "Bold! How can this false fairyland | lechery | immoral fake fairyland be compared with the true fairyland created by the spirit god? The true fairyland is full of towering black boulder, which can be towering Break the sky! And you, these guilty believers, wear stone steles, carry stone pillars, use the worst food belly, wear linen clothes, get up before the sun rises, and rest after the moon rises. "

Herdsmen looked at each other.

"We're not fake immortals." The former man continued to laugh. "But it doesn't matter. You are all tired. It would be better to sit down and have a glass of wine together. We have too much barbecue to finish."

Before Jiang Lingfei had time to speak, the people of the "Immortal Kingdom" swarmed up first, took the hands of the herdsmen warmly, took them to the fire, and brought the best wine and meat, and continued singing. .

"You, are you really from heaven?" Some of herders asked.

"We are not in the heavens." The other responded, "The immortal kingdom is on earth." These words were taught by Yun Yifeng.

The herdsmen were more curious, and the others gathered around, babbling: "is it on earth? Is it this earth, but why haven't we ever met?"

"Don't you see tonight?" The man laughed. "Immortal kingdom is everywhere, and you may have a chance to see it in the future."

The flesh of the fire was "sizzling" with oil, and cold and hunger were expelled on this wonderful night. The herders asked tentatively again: "Can we join your fairyland?"

"No." The man shook his head. "The immortal kingdom cannot join, but can only be created by itself." This is also taught by Yun Yifeng.

Creating an immortal country by myself sounds distant and untouchable. It is like igniting a vigorous fire in my heart. "Boom", my head is swollen, and even the blood is hot.

"How do you create it?"

The man pointed at the high platform.

The wind and wind door owner who has been blown by the cold wind for most of the day, finally waited for the highly anticipated appearance opportunity!

The herdsmen raised their heads together and looked in his direction. I saw a man and a woman on the beautifully decorated platform. The man was wearing a white snow suit, lying sideways on his back, and seemed to have been drunk, while the woman's red dress was like a fire, with a golden bow on her head, a jade bracelet on her wrist, and the skirt blowing in the wind. The faces of both of them are very beautiful, not like mortals-maybe not mortals at all.

Is it a real fairy?

The herdsmen were so ecstatic that they couldn't even eat the wine and meat, and rushed down the high ground together.

Jiangmen Sanshao was quite dedicated, sitting at the fire and eating, but he still kept his throat sharp and shouted in a ghostly voice: "You all come back to the ambassador!"

Naturally, no one talked about it, or maybe nobody heard it at all.

Yun Yifeng sat up halfway and asked in wonder, blankly, "Who are you?"

"We are the herdsmen around here." The people below answered loudly, "We also want to join the fairyland."

"Go back." Yun Yifeng lay back to the beauty knees lazily, throwing the wine jar in his hands, "Immortal Kingdom can't join, and never accept outsiders."

With a bang, the wine jar shattered, and the herdsmen's dream of joining the fairyland shattered. The buzzing noise receded, leaving nothing but silence, and the sound of a burning fire.

"Why can't you join the fairyland?" After a while, someone asked unwillingly, "How can you enter the fairyland?"

Ling Xing'er replied: "This immortal kingdom is our home, and we were immortals as soon as we were born. If you also like this life, you have to find a way to turn the tribe you live in into an immortal kingdom."

"How does it change?"

"Yeah, how did it change."

"Teach us!"

Ling Xinger pushed the person on his lap. Hear no, don't sleep anymore!

Yun Yifeng sat up again, stretched a lazy waist, and then leapt forward, landing lightly on the ground.

Ling Xinger was relieved, but she was gone and her legs were numb.

The herdsmen looked at the immortal in white in front of them, all consciously stepped back and did not dare to approach him. It really came out of the painting, or even more elegant than the painting. After all, even the best painter can't paint the eyes of the cold stars, and the expression of coldness.

"Our tribe was originally the same as yours." Yun Yifeng walked to the fire and let everyone sit beside him.

Jiangmen Sanshao wondered if he wanted to find a group of cotton to plug his ears in advance, otherwise, after hearing what he said, I was afraid that he would be stirred up with blood and ran to establish a new fairyland with herders.

"Like our tribe, how can it become a fairyland?"

Yunyi Fengdao said, "Rely on your own labor."

The answer seemed a little mundane, and everyone was quietly waiting for him to continue.

Yun Yifeng's voice is very good, and his tone is very gentle. Unlike the ghost-faced ghosts who are taught by martyrs, like a clear stream, it seems ordinary, but it can penetrate people's hearts.

No one is born with everything. If you want to gain wealth and a better life, you can only rely on your own hands. Although the northwest is not richer than the south, it can still establish an ideal fairyland. Here are the best grilled meats, the sweetest fruits and fruits, and fine wines that you can't drink anywhere else. They can be transported south to Daliang, and west to other countries that have not even been heard. And when one day, the saplings that manage the wind and sand can be connected into a forest, and after the commercial road that crosses east and west like the Hongqiao is completely opened, more people and more goods will flow in, and the camel bells will continue with laughter. The caravans converged and reached the horizon.

"But can we wait until that day?"

"Yes." Yun Yi wind said, "We may not be able to wait for the towering dense forest to grow here, but we will certainly be able to wait for the first tree to sprout and survive, and we may not be able to wait for the caravans crossing the desert to be as busy as Jiangnan, but You can be the first group of people to open the road, and use your feet to draw a map of the westbound business road for future generations. The establishment of an ideal country is a long process. Many people need to work together to make life better and better. "

He also said another thing. In the near future, the grandfather of Daliang will sit down with the leaders of the 13th clan tribe and discuss the issues of managing sand and drought, as well as other small tribes living in poverty. Provide some help.

Jiang Lingfei sat aside, thinking about it, one day, if there is no drought and no poverty, will the war really disappear, no more wives and ions will spread, no more fire will spread.

Someone smashed him with his elbow, it's your turn!

Jiang Lingfei returned to the gods and exclaimed: "You, the immortal kingdom, still have to work by yourself. The immortal kingdom of our gods only needs to surrender their property, and then carry stones every day for labor. After moving for ten or eight years, they can Get rid of sin, and be sheltered in the last days! "

The herders looked at him quietly.

Yun Yifeng asked: "How will the Spirit God protect you when the end of the world comes?"

Jiang Lingfei said: "Get a big cover and cover us, and you **** will all be burned to death!"

Herder: "..."

"You are all guilty!" Jiangmen Sanshao became addicted, anyway, wearing a mask and not shameful, so he went crazy, "After returning, not only must he carry the stones, but also the spirit **** uses a whip with salt water every day Pump! "

Seeing that the time was almost up, the ghost-faced people stood up and tore up, tore the mask on his face severely, and threw it to the ground: "What? I want to use a whip? Then I won't go back!"

The herdsmen were taken aback again and looked at his face carefully. Did n’t I say that because I was born guilty and did n’t believe in the spirit **** in time, I just became a shameless man. Why did he do it for a long time and just wear a mask?

"Ah!" Jiang Lingfei complained. "I'm not trying to use a whip to draw you, it's them, wear them back!"

The ghost-faced man is still shy: "I don't listen anymore, I know every day that I have moved stones and killed people. I haven't eaten meat for two years. What **** is god, forget it!"

After hearing what he said, the other ghost-faced people also tore off their masks, and the herders suddenly realized that they had been engaged for a long time. This spirit **** turned out to be a liar?

Only Jiang Lingfei was still holding his post, not listening to the "Thunder from the Sky" and "The Spirit God is going to kill you". It sounded really annoying and obscure, so those ghostly men chased him and ran away all the way.

The herdsmen who witnessed the entire journey fell into a long silence.

"Is this your stuff?" Ling Xinger brought a few horses in.

"Yes, it's ours," said the herdsmen. "Those people said that the spirit **** needs to be worshipped, and let us hand over all our money."

"Take it back. Live well in the future, don't be a liar again." Ling Xinger said, "It's almost dawn, we should go now."

The herders packed up and asked, "Are you really gods?"

"We are not immortals." Yun Yifeng smiled. "But there is no shortage of clothing and food to live the life I want. This is our fairyland."

Live without food and clothing. On the way back, the herdsmen have been thinking, as long as they can live such a day, it is not that important.

The east has already revealed a line of white, and after a while, the sun will rise to the east.

According to the original plan, the people of these "immortal kingdoms" should now pack up their tents and prepare to chase the army. But there was a herdsman who did not leave. He was a young man in his early twenties. He was tall and sturdy. He could not hide the bulging muscles on his arm. He had been standing still, staring at Yun Yifeng.

Ling Xing'er thought to himself that when he was finished, he was pretended to be seen by a ghost.

Sure enough, the young man opened his mouth and said, "Are you guys in the army?"

Ling Xing'er looked at Yun Yifeng, what should I do? Would you like to stun with a stick, and then carry it to Senior Mei to see if you can give a needle to amnesia.

Yun Yifeng continued to be discouraged and asked him, "Why did you say this?"

"I don't believe in any immortal country. I often come to graze and fetch water in this grass hill. I have never seen any immortals." The young man said.

Yun Yifeng smiled: "Since you don't believe in the immortal kingdom, why are you still convinced by the gods to go to the barren grass dunes to worship the spirit god?"

The young man gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I was going to mix in the barren dunes, and found a chance to kill the two **** who had managed to slap Meng Meng!"

It happened that Jiang Lingfei also came back with people with ghost faces. He was carrying a mask in his hand, and was planning to help packing up, but he didn't expect anyone to leave, and he fastened the mask again! Sharply: "Hurry up and follow me back to worship the spirit god!"

Yun Yifeng: "..."

Lingxinger: "..."

The young man looked back at him, with hate in his eyes: "I want to kill you!"

Jiang Lingfei: "..."

Alright, you're great.

The young man said, "I'm going to save my elder brother."

In any case, this person cannot be let go. Yun Yifeng sighed and instructed the others to pack things first, and sat beside him with the young man: "What's your name?"

"My name is Gegen," the other said. "My brother's name is Butler, and he doesn't believe in spirits."

The two brothers had a very stable life, and because of their hard work, they were even rich. The deception of the spirit **** was useless to them and was not at all concerned.

"But then more and more people abandoned their homes and went to the barren sand dunes." Gegen said, "My brother and I took in four old people who were all left in their tents by their children, because the spirit **** does not need to be old. Incompetent people. It must be a liar, but their ability to incite people is too powerful, so no matter how my brother and I persuade, it is useless. "

Yun Yi wind said: "So your brother pretended to be obedient, followed the ghostly face to the barren sand dunes, and wanted to kill the culprit, but no news came back. Because you were worried about him, you decided to re-execute the trick and mix it in A stubborn place to save people? "

Groot defaults.

"If the problem can be solved so easily, why would Daliang join the 13 tribes to send troops?" Yun Yifeng said, "You are right, we are members of the army, so I cannot let you go until this matter is resolved. left."

"I won't go," Gegen said cheerfully. "I want to join you, too, to kill you."

"Okay." Yun Yifeng nodded. "I promise you to stay in the army in the future."

Jiang Lingfei patted Gegen's shoulder: "Congratulations, let's start working now. We have to leave here before dawn."

The young man promised to help pack up the rest. Yun Yifeng asked: "Is this a heavenly helper?"

"He can only be regarded as a warrior, not a helper, but if his brother is still alive and mixed in the uncle's nest, it may be useful in the future." Jiang Lingfei said, "At least it sounds courageous, and it is better than later. This group is much stronger. "

Yun Yifeng glanced at the more than thirty captives and smiled: "So too."

Everyone had previously discussed whether to send some of these people back as an internal response, but there was really no one available who could be selected for a long time. The proposal to find some reliable soldiers and disguise herdsmen into the deserted sand dunes was also rejected, because the first step was to take medicine, and no one knew what the thing was, and after mixing in, they rarely came into direct contact with him. Second, at least you have to sit on the ground for at least a few months before you are allowed to go to Stonehenge or be trained to release it as a ghost person, so it is actually not very useful.

From this point of view, the brave butler might really help.

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