The Best Fake Eunuch

"This is the wolf tooth, we wear it to ward off evil spirits." The wounded soldier hurriedly took off the wolf tooth and handed it to Xiao Chen.

It's not easy to say what the hell, otherwise how could I meet you, a little evil god?

"Oh, it's pretty pretty." Xiao Ye played with it for a while, then handed it back to him casually.

"General Xiao, if you like it, you can stay and play." The wounded soldier said kindly.

"Huh? Is this embarrassing?" Xiao Ye scratched his head, but he still liked the wolf teeth.

"You are willing to accept the villain's gift, that is the villain's honor." The wounded soldier put his left hand on his chest and said with a pious expression.

"Okay, thank you then." Xiao Ye put away the wolf teeth, reached out his hand and took out a gold ingot in his arms, and handed it to the wounded soldier, "Then this is for you."

This gold ingot weighs twelve taels, and it can buy a thousand spikes...

But Xiao Ye has no idea about gold and silver, he doesn't even know where this gold ingot came from, he only knows one truth, if someone gives him a gift, he must give it back.

It's polite.

But soon he became impolite, because the wounded soldiers took out all kinds of small bits and pieces on their bodies and offered them with both hands, begging Xiao Ye to accept them no matter what!

They were not greedy for the big gold ingot, but they all regarded Xiao Ye as a god. Giving him these things was equivalent to offering sacrifices to the gods. As long as the gods accepted their sacrifices, they would definitely bless them in the future!

At least it can also bless you not to meet him in the future...if there is a future.

But Xiao Chen was embarrassed, what should he do if he didn't have a gift in return?

Coincidentally, Monk Hui Hai passed by, saw Xiao Ye embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Accept what they give you, they are sincere, if you don't accept it, you will look down on them."

"What this great monk said is very true, eh... great monk, is your name up or down?" Some of the wounded soldiers looked at this stern-faced monk and felt a little familiar.

"Lao Tzu's Dharma name is Hui Hai." Hui Hai doesn't look like a monk, nor does he speak like a monk.

"Huihai..." The wounded soldier thought hard, the person he knew was not by that name, and that person was not a monk either.

"Are you Wumuhe?" Hui Hai suddenly grinned, "Your life is really big."

"You are General Feng Sihai under Li Tanhua's command!" This Wumuhe is from Mojie, and he is not a soldier, but a commander.

At that time Wanyan Pingqiu's older brother Wanyan Pingzuo relied on his bravery and personally led a thousand fine riders to kill Li Tanhua, but was hacked to death by Li Tanhua, leaving only a dozen or so of the thousand fine riders. Centurion's Ebony River was one of those lucky enough to survive.

Wumuhe fought extremely bravely, and his martial arts skills were also very good. Feng Sihai fought him for dozens of rounds before defeating him.

It is convenient to put the shovel on his neck and ask him if he accepts it?

Wumuhe yelled and cursed loudly, not only refused to accept, but also not afraid at all.

Feng Sihai admired him very much, not only didn't kill him, but also bought him a drink, got him drunk, left him a horse, and left.

Such a heroic act is naturally unforgettable for Wu Muhe, but he never expected to meet him again in his lifetime.

It's just that General Feng, are you serious about being a monk?

How could Buddha accept a person like you!

"I had already put down the butcher knife and became a Buddha right away. There are too many monsters in the world, so I had to start killing again... Wumuhe, can you still drink with the virtue you have hurt?" Monk Huihai looked up to the sky and laughed.

"As long as you still have breath, you can drink it! At most, you can only die drunk on the battlefield, so what?" Wumuhe also laughed loudly.

"I knew you were a man, come on, go drink with me!" Huihai pulled Wumuhe on his back, and the two talked and laughed all the way, really like brothers.

But while they were drinking, they quarreled again, because Wumuhe suddenly thought of the fact that the eldest prince Wanyan Pingzuo was killed by Li Tanhua, and even cut off his head to make a chamber pot, he couldn't help feeling sad and angry. From the heart.

It is normal for the two armies to fight, whoever kills is normal, and we can cherish each other when we look back, and turn enemies into friends, but you, Li Tanhua, made our prince's head into a chamber pot, which is tolerable or unbearable!

I, Wumuhe, are not talented, as long as I bump into you Li Tanhua, I will kill him to avenge the prince no matter what!

He made our prince's head into a chamber pot, so I'll cut off his bald head and play it for a ball!

The quarrel became more and more fierce, and finally they broke up unhappy.

But Huihai still told the medical officers and nurses to take good care of this person. Although this boy is not sensible, he is still a man. Please trouble all the doctors and nurses. If you don't look at the Buddha's face, you can look at my monk's face.

Although they won a great victory, Xiao Chen and Wu Luolan also lost a lot of brothers, especially the Xianbo cavalry suffered heavy losses. After checking, there were seven or eight thousand casualties.

Hundreds of people were killed or injured under Xiao Chen's command, almost all of them were infantrymen.

All the corpses were burned at night, and then hundreds of cavalry scattered the ashes all over the grassland...

A large stone tablet was erected on the top of the mountain, and the two lines of characters on it were written by Xiao Chen himself: Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green hills, why bother to return them wrapped in horse leather!

The names of all the soldiers who died in battle were engraved on it. Xiao Chen, Wu Luolan, Zhuge Xiaosheng, and Qiu Muling personally worshiped in front of the stone tablet.

All were silent.

Suddenly, they heard the melodious sound of the Matouqin, and they turned their heads to look, but it was old man Mogan sitting cross-legged on the grass, slowly pulling the strings...

The vertical and horizontal wrinkles and ravines on the old face seemed to have deepened.

Qiu Muling listened for a long time, and suddenly sang along with the tune, his voice was rough and majestic, hoarse and impassioned, revealing an indescribable sadness.

He used the ancient Xianbei language, which Xiao Chen and others could not understand.

"Wuloran, what is he singing?" Xiao Chen quietly asked Wu Luolan beside him.

"Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain." Wu Luolan said softly.

Xiao Chen got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, it turned out that this is the Chile song that has been lost for thousands of years!

No wonder it sounds so sad and majestic.

Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain

The sky is like a dome, covering the whole field.

The sky is gray and wild.

When the wind blows the grass, the cattle and sheep are low.

In fact, the Chile songs are originally the songs of the Chile tribe, but the Chile tribe has been extinct for a long time, and their language has long been lost.

The ancient Xianbei language used by Qiu Muling is not the original singing either.

But it's also shocking enough.

"Old man Mo Gan, please copy the score of this song to me." Xiao Chen doesn't like any music, but he has a special liking for this ancient ballad.

Old Man Mo Gan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance without saying a word, as if he had been immersed in this ancient song and didn't hear Xiao Chen's words.

"Don't disturb the old man, he is asleep." Wu Luolan reached out and pulled Xiao Chen's clothes, and said softly.

Old Man Mo Gan didn't fall asleep, but fell into a long sleep.

This song has exhausted his energy.

Several people walked lightly and left silently, as if no one dared to disturb the sleeping old man.

After walking a long distance, Xiao Chen looked back, only to see old man Mogan still sitting cross-legged on the ground in the night, looking into the distance, like a silent stone statue...