Finest Servant

Engage in a sneak attack? "Wo Laogong touched his cheek, and shook his head seriously: "It's bad, don't do this next time. Otherwise, I will take revenge. "

Yu Jia glanced at him slightly, and sighed: "As far as our identities are concerned-do you think there will be a next time?!"

She looked calm, with a smile on her face, and her eyes were as deep as water, calm and calm, like a quiet black lake. The transformation at this moment, compared with that beautiful and affectionate Crescent Moon, was a completely different person. Perhaps, the one standing in front of him at this time is the real Yujia.

"No next time? Of course it's the best!" Lin Wanrong nodded with a grin: "You know, I'm easily moved. I'm really afraid that if I'm not careful one day, I'll fall into your trap. Listen now When you say that, I feel much more at ease."

Yu Jia hummed lightly: "I am more relieved than you, because you will never lie to me again!"

See what this says, am I such a bad Lord? ! He laughed dryly twice, waved at Yujia, patted his butt and left.

In the distance, Hu Bugui poked his head out from the bushes, and carefully glanced over here: "Why did General Lin just leave like this? Did he succeed in persuading him?!"

"When did Brother Lin miss it?" Lao Gao glared at him dissatisfied: "Didn't you see, let him personally comfort you, Yue Ya'er was so moved that she cried!"

Moved to tears? ! Hu Bugui hastily widened his eyes.

Looking from a distance, Yu Jia is sitting on the ground, quiet and elegant, with an unusually moving smile on her face, and the misty mist that occasionally rises from her eyes is like colorful soap bubbles under the setting sun. Poignant and gorgeous.

"Sister, why do you think people have hearts?!" The bright red sunset reflected on the grassland. The golden afterglow is sprinkled everywhere. Sit on the slope with the fairy. Staring at the gradually fading sunset in the distance, Lin Wanrong suddenly let out a sigh of relief. asked with a smile.

The little thief's questions are always strange, as if there is no answer. It seems to have an answer. Fairy Zong is ice and snow smart. I don't know how to answer him. She brushed her hair fluttering in the wind, shook her head and said with a smile: "A tree has roots, but a person has a heart. This is bestowed by God, and it is for you to be grateful. Why are there so many?"

"No." Lin Wanrong shook his head: "Tell me to tell. God bestowed us with souls to endure suffering."

The fairy said angrily: "Why are you suffering, can you tell me?"

Lin Wanrong sighed: "With a heart, there is joy. Then there is sorrow. A person's life is spent in joy and sorrow, crying and laughing, sorrow and joy. This is not suffering but also sorrow. what?

Add up the hearts of all the people in this world. I don't know if it's more joy. Or more sad? ! "

The little thief's words are so profound! Ning Yuxi was slightly taken aback. Immediately he laughed and said: "How can people add to each other?! I see that you are playing tricks on purpose, both joyful and sad, pretending that others can't hear it? Go around and around. Aren't you talking about Na Yujia? !"

"No. It has absolutely nothing to do with her. I swear by my noble character." Lin Wanrong waved his hands hastily, and swore righteously.

The fairy shook her head helplessly, and gently pulled out the sword. The bright sword edge swayed in front of him a few times, and said angrily: "Wipe off the mess on your face first, this is not something that can be bitten out just by sorrow and joy."

His shadow was clearly reflected on the edge of the sword, and there was a faint mark of lipstick on his black face. Like a crescent crescent in the sky. clear and distinct. Beautiful and alluring.

"Huh." Lin Wanrong hurriedly covered his face, and was startled: "Where did this come from? Why didn't I notice it at all? Lao Hu and the others are too unjust. I was plotted against, and they didn't come to rescue me. Ah Ah, sister, don't stab me—I know, it must be Yujia who did it, but I hate my carelessness, why didn't I notice it?"

"Swipe", the silver needle in Ning Yuxi's hand shot out like lightning, and sank into the tree trunk in front. The fairy smiled and said, "Why should I prick you? Junior Sister An said that silver needles will get moldy if you put them in your pocket. You have to take them out to dry to keep them sharp! I don't know what she said. right."

"Yes, yes, it makes sense." The little thief hastily wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You," Fairy poked him on the forehead angrily: "You are so dishonest! If Junior Sister An was here, you would have suffered a lot from her, but she would do whatever she said, and you would feel better if she did it. .”

Hearing the fairy mentioning An Biru, that cheeky cheek that was both happy and angry lightly appeared in front of his eyes, and the little thief smiled and said: "Sister, don't worry about me. If she strikes, I will strike too. My little brother recently learned a new trick called Grab the dragon's hands, and specialize in breaking underwear, oh, no, it's an internal skill. It can be said to be invincible, and it can be broken quickly. Whenever I have time, I will also learn from my sister, and we will make progress together."

Hearing him talk about underwear skills, one knows what kind of skills it is. Ning Yuxi hastily poohed softly, her face was bright red, but she was ashamed to say even a lesson to him when she was interrupted by him. After a long silence, I sighed: "You guys were talking just now, and I was listening from the sidelines. I'm afraid that Yujia really has feelings for you."

"Not necessarily," Lin Wanrong said cautiously: "This little girl is not so easy to deal with, really

False, true, suddenly became so frank, who knew that she was not a means, acting in a play within a play? ! To tell the truth from my sister, I was really a little afraid of her. "

"This is what it means to be bitten by a snake once and be afraid of the well rope for ten years." Fairy Ning smiled: "Don't worry about it either. Then we can never see her again."

"I think so too—I'll never see you again." Lin Wanrong let out a hey, nodded his head solemnly, and stared at the deep sunset, feeling indescribable in his heart.

Believe it or not! The fairy pouted. Just seeing the tired and exhausted look on his face, my heart suddenly softened, and I didn't want to talk about other people's affairs anymore. The two cuddled together tightly, forming a pair of inseparable shadows in the huge sunset——

"drive--"

"drive--"

The sound of hooves on the broad grassland came and went one after another. Crowds of knights galloped across the grasslands. The momentum is extraordinary, judging by the number, there are thousands of people.

It's just weird. These thousands of barbarians were divided into cavalry teams of different sizes. The big ones have seventy or eighty people, and the small ones. There are only about ten people. The cavalry were separated by a distance of at least two miles, they went their separate ways, formed a cavalry to charge and suddenly gathered. Suddenly dispersed. It seems to be rehearsing some formation. Countless white tents, large and small, spread slowly across the dark green grassland, like clouds in the sky.

There was another sound of hooves. Dozens of black spots rushed over like the wind.

The distance is extremely far, and as night falls, the barbarians of each team are practicing intensively. No one even looked up at them.

In the twilight, more than a dozen strong Turkic fast horses galloped forward, and the riders on the horses were wearing large Hu suits and galloping like lightning. The body is tightly crouched on the horse's back, like a bow and arrow ready to be unsheathed at any time. Occasionally exposed cheeks full of beards. There was a faint murderous aura.

Night will rise. There are such fast horses everywhere on the grassland. The tribes are doing their own thing, and no one will pay attention to the cavalry of more than a dozen people.

"Woo--" The leader in front pulled the rein skillfully. Turkic Malaysia's pace slowly slowed down. He led the horse and took a few steps. He turned his head and said, "General, proceed with caution! It's only twenty miles away from Kizil."

"Twenty miles?" Lin Wanrong pulled down the Turkic robe, revealing her covered cheeks. Eyeballs rolled around, and he looked around vigilantly: "Where are these barbarians coming from? There are hundreds of them! They are only twenty miles away from Kizil. Why don't they go into the city? "

The first news was sent back from Xu Zhen yesterday. By the afternoon of this day, I returned for the second time. The 100,000 troops led by Lu Dongzan have traveled three hundred miles away. Already suffocating, General Lin waved his flag. The whole army advanced rapidly. The steps of the Dahua iron cavalry have already reached the outskirts of Kizil. The nearest point is only 130 miles away from the barbarian king's court, and they can even feel the barbarian's breathing.

At this critical moment when a slight spark can ignite a war, Lin Wanrong is no longer satisfied with just relying on the scout's report. He has not seen Kizil's situation with his own eyes, and he is always uneasy. Then, taking advantage of the twilight, he and Hu Bugui came to investigate in person.

There are really hundreds of Tuo! Hu Bugui held back his smile and said, "General, these are the elites of various tribes who have come to participate in the meeting of picking sheep. The grand meeting on the grassland will be held the day after tomorrow. Why don't they use their last skills to practice and go to the city?"

"These are all here to participate in the sheep picking meeting?" Lin Wanrong was startled. In the team galloping on the grassland, the horses were galloping like lightning. Like a juggler, his body seems to grow on the back of a horse.

Hu Bugui nodded: "Yes. Each of these horse teams is an elite of the Hu tribe. You see, they still have their own flags."

Sure enough, in the stretches of tents and barracks, different flags were flying, such as eagle flags, fox flags, and rabbit flags. The symbols of each tribe were different. Lin Wanrong let out a hey, pointed to a barracks not far away and said with a smile: "And the sparrow flag? This barbarian is really unconventional!"

Hu Bugui glanced at it for a while, and saw on the banner was a bird with a high spirit, flying high with its head raised proudly. Old Hu couldn't bear it any longer: "General, that, that, that's not a sparrow!"

"It's not a sparrow?" Lin Wanrong frowned and said, "Could it be a turtledove?! In the grassland, the gene has mutated, and the turtledove is born like this-it's not as good as a sparrow!"

The old Hu's face was flushed: "General, this one is neither a sparrow nor a turtledove. It is called a lark. Cough, cough, the lark that can sing. Using the lark as a flag means that the tribe is light, nimble, and can sing. Good dance."

"It turned out to be Bailing," Lin Wanrong said indignantly, "The barbarian's painting skills are really bad. If I didn't recognize it as a fly, I would have given them an advantage!"

"Huyou (good)—" Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of excited shouts from the "fly" tribe.

People looked around hastily.

I saw ten horses running like flying in the horse team of the "fly" tribe. A barbarian hugged the horse's back, half hanging under the horse's belly. The back of that magnificent Turkic horse was bare, without saddle or pedals, galloping like the wind. The barbarian whimpered and circled under the horse's belly. But he turned over from the other side, and then made two 360-degree turns, continuously passing under the horse's belly and turning over. I did it three times in one go. The rider didn't change his expression or his heart beat. The movements are clean and beautiful, and the heroic posture is heroic. The barbarians watching the battle applauded thunderously. Extremely envious.

Lin Wanrong blinked, and hugged the mare three times. Isn't he dizzy? It's a shame the guy doesn't dance tango! !

When it comes to equestrianism, after all, he has experienced countless lives and deaths on horseback. Lin Wanrong can be regarded as proficient, but compared with this Turkic man. It's really not as good as it is. Even in a hostile environment, none of the people does not admire the Turkic equestrian skills.

"This lark tribe. It's best not to touch it when we're holding sheep." Lin Wanrong groaned for a long time before finally uttering this sentence.

Hu Bugui nodded sympathetically. Haven't spoken yet. He heard the rapid roar and angrily shouting from the other side. Looking back, I saw hundreds of fast horses rushing across the grassland like a violent whirlwind.

A bloody sheep's head was thrown up from time to time and fell to the ground far away. Hundreds of Turks rushed forward like crazy. The scimitar in his hand slashed at the same clan in front without mercy. The two sides were divided into two factions. Melee into a ball. Whoever grabs the sheep's head is the worst.

Lin Wanrong was dumbfounded: "Can you use a knife to hold a sheep? Damn, is this holding a sheep or chopping a sheep?!"

"Of course I used a knife." Hu Bugui said in a hey voice: "General, you have never seen this competition of sheep picking, and it is normal if you don't understand. The general will tell you later. This picking sheep is actually not picking the sheep's head Every time before the sheep gathering, the Turkic people will slaughter a few fat sheep. Cut off the head and hooves, and then soak the sheep in water. They also pour water into the belly of the sheep so that the body of the sheep can be tough. During the competition will be torn apart."

This is easy to understand. Lin Wanrong nodded: "Then why do you need a knife? Could it be that you can't cut lamb?"

Lao Hu shook his head: "It's not about cutting mutton. It's about cutting people's land. Every time the sheep picking meeting starts, the Turks will choose a person who will give the order. He will put the sheep's body in the center of the grassland. The teams participating in the competition, at least Dozens of people, up to hundreds of people, each riding a tall horse, and the distance from the sheep's body must be equal. Just wait for an order. Each team will set off horses and loot. Each team will have a division of labor, rushing, covering And blocking. No matter what means you use, chopping with a knife, stabbing with a gun, as long as you can snatch the sheep from the opponent and reach the destination first, you are the winner."

Lin Wanrong had a cold war, this is not a sheep picking contest, it is clearly a hacking contest. The barbarian is indeed a barbarian, and his savagery is extraordinary. The sheep picking competition he created is more entertaining than rugby, and it is bloodshot.

"However, of course, the barbarians are not so stupid as to kill themselves. In addition to wearing masks to prevent personal grievances, each team must bring weapons and guns to the field without starting the front. This is what we call Speaking of blunt knives, they will be inspected in advance. Generally, those who can't kill people are at most missing arms and broken legs. And like the tribe we see now, although they are fighting fiercely, they are only conducting actual combat exercises. The Goat Picking Conference is still too far behind."

Isn't a blunt knife a knife? Hearing Lao Hu's introduction, Lin Wanrong's heart suddenly turned cold. This sheep gathering is not so fun. It would be Dahua's biggest joke if he lost his life on the barbarian's sheep farm.

"Well, Brother Hu, I thought about it carefully," Lin Wanrong said solemnly: "If we must pick up sheep, let's choose the lark first. Now it seems that compared with the big knife here, the lark is completely embroidered. gone."

In a word, everyone laughed. In fact, everyone knows that if they are weak, they themselves are the weakest.

"Brother Hu, how do we sign up?!"

Lao Hu shook his head slightly: "No need to sign up, the focus of this conference is to fight at any time. As long as there are still people who dare to challenge, any winner must fight unconditionally, no matter how many games you have played, of course, the defeated tribe There is no right to challenge, and those tribes who challenge must fight at least three times to be eligible. Therefore, the winner of this sheep gathering is the real grassland warrior. Why do all the tribes in the grassland send elites This is the reason for sending them to the Goat Picking Conference."

The Turkic people are really fierce enough, and the grassland warriors selected in this way are what everyone expects. Lin Wanrong hummed: "Since we must go to the sheep picking conference, we don't need to worry about him now. Brother Hu, let's go further and see Kizil."

"No, it's too dangerous ahead!" Hu Bugui had just finished speaking, and the ground trembled violently. Smoke and dust billowed up in the distance, and densely packed Turkic cavalry swept towards them like a violent flood.