Red Heart Survey

The sky and the earth are white, whistling and boundless.

There is a person who stands alone before the snowstorm, with only one hand separated from the world.

Wuyan Lanzhu will never forget this scene.

Looking at the back of the cloak and linen clothes, I felt the strength and unshakability before the natural disaster.

She actually thought of the holy mountain, and her eyes were momentarily dazzled.

In the entire Chaha tribe, those herdsmen who were about to flee or wait to die came over one after another. They all came behind the man in cloak and linen, chanting words such as "Cangtu God's protection" in their mouths, and knelt down devoutly on the ground.

In front of the miracle that the vast blizzard was intercepted by mighty power, the herdsmen sang an ancient ballad——

"The majestic Qionglu Mountain supports the sky of the grassland. The great Cangtu God shines on your good people. From the plains of the east to the wilds of the west, from the eyes of the sea to the old age..."

These herdsmen have no extraordinary power, and there is nothing magical about this song. It's just being chanted devoutly, with the power to comfort people's hearts.

Jiang Wang faced the wind and snow directly, and in front of his right hand, the frost-white Bu Zhou Feng quietly rotated.

In the blizzard that covers the sky and the sun, this ray of wind looks so weak, but it lights up the long night like a candle, and in the blizzard, it prevents the wind and snow from entering again.

Known as the most lethal of the eight winds, Buzhou Feng can tear even Huang Sheli's violent scenery, and it is no problem to fight against a sudden snowstorm.

But the scope of this "white hair wind" is too wide, at least Jiang Wang can't perceive its limit now, and he can only protect the small tribe he can see. But it is impossible to go back to its root and break its source.

In the vast blizzard, a figure slowly approached.

To say "slowly" is actually not accurate, this person's speed is very fast, but in the coverage area of ​​this white hair wind, there is an illusion that walking is difficult, and it seems to be slower.

Jiang Wang guessed that he should be a strong man sent by the Supreme Royal Court to "relieve the disaster".

Because the opponent's goal is very clear, he is coming straight to this tribe, seeing that he has already sheltered here from a distance, he immediately turned around.

Only one white round card was shot in the wind.

"Come here, Moye, after the wind of white hair is gone, you can hold this card to the Supreme Royal Court to receive the reward, just look for Cang Yu!"

The voice fell into Jiang Wang's ears in the wind and snow.

Cang Yu is not a person's name, but an institution in charge of public security in the Mu State, similar to the Inspection Office in the Qi State, but with more complicated functions, including regular inspections of the grasslands, arbitration of herdsmen's disputes, etc...

These two characters are the feathers of the goshawk, implying "the wings of God".

The extraordinary monk Cang Yu belongs to is called Fei Ya.

Jiang Wang glanced at the round card in his hand, and saw that it seemed to be ground from animal bones, the whole body was snow white, except for a floating feather engraved on the front, which was indeed Fei Ya's symbol.

Flipping it away, he didn't care much about it.

It was the appearance of Fei Ya that made Jiang Wang more aware of the abruptness of this white-haired wind. Apparently even Cang Yu couldn't predict it in advance, and only reacted hastily now.

If it weren't for Jiang Wang who happened to be nearby, it would be hard to say what happened to the Chaha tribe.

As far as the Supreme Royal Court's control over the grassland, such a thing should not have happened. No matter what evil or calamity it is, how could the Supreme Royal Court allow it to easily affect ordinary herdsmen?

But Jiang Wang didn't intend to investigate, Mu Guo was full of talented people. He just passed through the prairie to meet his old friends, nothing more.

This white-haired wind came and went quickly.

It only lasted for about half a quarter of an hour before it dissipated. The world is clear and wide, and there is a fresh smell in the air after the rain.

Presumably Cang Yu had already controlled the source.

Jiang Wang stopped Zhou Feng, turned around and saw hundreds of herdsmen kneeling behind him, men, women and children. Excluding the missing and those who have not returned, probably the entire Chaha tribe is here.

The old man who knelt at the front walked forward with trembling knees and said, "My lord envoy!"

He lowered his head to kiss Jiang Wang's boots.

Jiang Wang refused to accept this gift, so he quickly took a step back, bowed back and said: "Everyone, please get up, I just did something within my ability, and I am not worthy of such a big gift. Moreover, I am not your envoy. "

As the largest Shinto country in the world, Cangtu God is not stingy with miracles. From the past to the present, there are countless god envoys, all of whom have a great reputation and are sung for the grassland.

But generation after generation, on today's grassland, when it comes to the word divine envoy, it only refers to Cang Ming.

This strong man who failed to make a move on the viewing platform wears a cloak all year round and wanders alone in the grassland. Fight disasters and protect herdsmen. His reputation spread throughout the grasslands, and his statue was enshrined by many herdsmen.

But not many people know his true face.

It is not surprising that the people of the Chaha tribe have this misunderstanding.

The old man kissed the ground piously, then got up and turned around, opened his hands to drive away: "Go back, go back! We envoys don't want to reveal our identities!"

Apparently he didn't believe that a strong outsider would help them. The strong man in the cloak who will save them before the white hair wind can only be the envoy of the present world.

Hundreds of herdsmen saluted Jiang Wang in unison again, that piety and solemnity could not be interrupted at all. With gratitude or awe on their faces, they dispersed.

Jiang Wang shook his head, and had no intention of correcting anything.

He casually patted the bay red horse limp on the ground, and with the help of the Xingsi stick, comforted it a little, making it refreshed again.

Then got on the horse and waved to the old man: "Old man, see you again!"

The bay red horse spread its hooves, drifting away like a red cloud.

The old patriarch of the Chaha tribe knelt down again, touched the ground with his forehead, and sent the envoy away.

But I was also a little surprised in my heart - this envoy seemed to be different from the priests of the temple. He couldn't tell exactly what was different. I just feel that it seems that it is not so high and not so far away.

When he raised his head, he saw only a pony galloping past and galloping ahead.

"Wuyan Lanzhu!" he shouted angrily,

The horse, and the girl on the horse, did not stop.

...

It didn't take long to go east, when I heard the sound of horseshoes again.

Jiang Wang pressed lightly, and the bay red horse stopped obediently. Turning around and looking, it was indeed the prairie girl with small freckles on her face. Waving at him from afar, she came galloping on her little yellow horse.

"What's the matter, girl?" Jiang Wang asked.

"I'm here to thank you!" Wuyan Lanzhu said.

Jiang Wang smiled softly: "You have already thanked me."

"No, no, no." Wuyan Lanzhu shook her head quickly: "They are thanking the envoy, God Cangtu, but I know that you are not the envoy! I'm not here to thank God, I'm here to thank you!"

There is a healthy and fresh aura about this girl, which makes people feel close to her.

When the herdsmen knelt down to give thanks, she was the only one standing.

Jiang Wang played with her "debating scriptures" before, one is that he is in a rare state of emptiness, and the other is that she is frank and interesting.

At this time, he also asked with great interest: "How do you see it?"

Wuyan Lanzhu said directly: "The envoy will protect us, just like herdsmen will protect cattle and sheep. But the envoy will not tolerate me scolding him, just like us herdsmen, we will not tolerate cattle and sheep that kick at us. "

Under the cloak, Jiang Wang's expression became serious.

This young girl's attitude towards God is different from others, presumably because she has read a lot of books.

But these words are not safe words, and if the "God" hears them, he may not be happy.

"Okay." For the purpose of protecting the other party, Jiang Wang changed the topic: "I have received your thanks."

Wuyan Lanzhu looked at him boldly, and smiled brightly: "Come on, Moye, why don't you take off your cloak? Under the light of Cangtu God, we don't need to cover up too much!"

"The brilliance of God cannot shine on everyone." Jiang Wang said with a smile: "Especially for me who cover myself."

Wuyan Lanzhu said in a low voice, "I just want to know what my benefactor looks like."

Jiang Wang tapped his heels, and the bay red horse began to trot again. He only shook the book in his hand to the girl: "Read more, the answers you want to know about this world... are all in the book!"