[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Miao Xuan's wolf knife is ready.

This is a very beautiful knife, even if it is rather crudely made.

The overall appearance of the wolf knife is silver-white, and one can tell at a glance that it comes from an extraordinary wolf king. The palm-sized wolf teeth are polished bright and clean, and are firmly wrapped in a silver shell. The rigid metal lines It is integrated with the soft bone material, without any overwhelming colors and elements, and the inside and outside are completely satisfactory, almost to the point of being called ancient.

Holding this knife is like catching a bit of harsh but gentle moonlight.

As soon as Miao Xuan saw this wolf knife, he liked it very much. He planned to hang it on his waist as the only decoration on his body-the wolf knife was almost harmless, and the wolf teeth were polished gently and thickly when it was made. Blunt, unable to be used as a weapon, only used as a symbol of glory decoration.

According to the tradition on the prairie, most of the wolf knives of the aristocratic class are cast in gold, and then inlaid with gold and silver jewelry. The process is very complicated. No matter how precious gemstones are matched, only the wolf teeth can reflect its true value.

After all, the essence of the wolf knife is a tribute to bravery and honor, not the inlay of foreign objects.

Of course, this wolf knife also got the strong crowd of big nephews as a matter of course. Except for Bagen's straightforward question of "how is it bald, teacher, you can't afford gems and gold" (the truth), the other three expressed Aladdin even had some regrets after being highly praised.

"I knew I would only inlay it with silver." The boy said angrily, "But Grandma has already prepared gold and gems, and the craftsman is halfway through forging, so I can't go back on my word..."

At this moment, Miao Xuan and Ba Gen, who had no family members to help prepare the materials, were at a loss for words, and even the subtle emotions were miraculously overlapped.

... Sure enough, a child with a mother who loves him is a treasure.

"Don't even think about it, Alatan, we won't even be able to use the Silver Wolf Knife."

Zhao Luomen shook the blade to the sunlight, directly piercing his brother's fantasy: "Compared to gold, silver is softer and more fragile, and it is easy to dim and blacken. It must be kept properly so that it will not be damaged. If you want To wear it with you, you must have the grace of heaven to be able to saturate and polish the wolf knife at any time - only the little uncle can make this wolf knife shine like new forever."

This is correct, because Miao Xuan will frequently fall into the shadows, and every time he uses Tianen, it is to polish and polish his belongings, so the gold and silver objects worn by him will never be dusty.

Alatan also thought of this, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Little uncle will become a boja in the future, why don't you wear some accessories? It's too wasteful to only wear a wolf knife..."

Miao Xuan was helpless, thinking what would be wasted, free polishing service?

"Is it because the teacher doesn't like ordinary ornaments?" Chao Luomen said quietly, "We are not as ingenious as the southerners. We rarely see those exquisite and precious little things on the grassland. How can ordinary treasures be worthy of them?" and you."

Miao Xuan said seriously: "No, I just don't like wearing too many odd things."

Alatan listened thoughtfully, and smiled at Luomen, as if he accepted the little uncle's explanation.

After the older brothers finished reading it, the silver wolf knife was finally passed to Younger Brother Yao. Geriletu played with the wolf teeth repeatedly and stroked the handle carefully, as if he was very interested in the white deer pattern on it.

"Little uncle, did you engrave two names on the wolf knife?" Geriletu said suddenly, "It's engraved on both sides of the antler... both are inscribed."

Miao Xuan didn't understand, so: "Yes, what's wrong?"

The Tartars would engrave their own names on the wolf knives after they got them, usually directly on both sides of the handle, and Miao Xuan was no exception, he had his name engraved on the day he received the knives.

"Here is our text, and it is also my uncle's name 'Hoelanle', and on the other side is..." Gerilatu traced the pattern of deer antlers, read out the name in the Tartar language, and then he groped to the other side sideways, and slowly spit out the other two words——

"'Xuan' and 'Yi' are the characters of the Southerners, right?"

Miao Xuan: "...Yes."

Geriletu's smile disappeared, he looked at Miao Xuan fixedly, and asked seriously: "Little uncle, I hate the latter name very much, can you erase it?"

*

The arrival of spring is as quick as the arrival of winter, as if overnight, the soft greenery spreads all over the fields and treetops, and also spurs out birds and beasts.

Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai were walking on the streets of Bianjun, Shangzhou, both of them were equally ashamed, as embarrassed as they wanted, and they could not see the pampered yamen, just like the beggar gang's transferred businessman.

The escape plan was implemented very smoothly. The two were well versed in the art of war, so they set up suspicious positions. They managed to sneak northward with almost no accidents, and even left a letter of petition - although the two letters were more important than comforting their parents. The role played is likely to add fuel to the fire.

In fact, Wei and Huo didn't have to be so cautious at all. Even if their plan was revealed, no one could capture Wei Jinghuan back by force.

This 17-year-old boy possesses terrifying power, and a few servants in the area can't stop him at all.

But even though Wei Jinghuan's talent is so outstanding, his parents are unwilling to let him show his ambitions. They even concealed his son's sageness from the outside world, and only pushed him to study dead books and take imperial examinations...

This is something that Wei Jinghuan still can't figure out. Since he was a child, he has never disobeyed the family's arrangements, but passively resisted.

The reason why Huo Yuhuai and Wei Jinghuan are able to speculate like this is precisely because they both have peerless talents and have experienced similar pasts.

"This place is much more prosperous than I imagined." Huo Yuhuai secretly observed the markets on both sides of the street, thoughtfully, "The caravans come and go frequently, and the types of goods traded are also rich...the management should have paid a lot of attention. strength."

The outflow of slaves and food is prohibited externally, but the supply of materials is guaranteed internally. It can be seen that there is at least one domestic expert among the rulers of Shangzhou. It was General Zhao, who had the position of magistrate, and this manager must belong to the camp of the old general.

Wei Jinghuan sighed softly: "With General Zhao stationed in Shangzhou, there is no worry about the border."

The two walked along the street and finally passed through the market. It was not the time for the caravan to set off, and they were not in a hurry to meet up with the guide. Before going deep into the grassland, Wei Jinghuan wanted to go up again. The city wall of Shangzhou.

As the nephew of General Wei and the brother of General Wei, Wei Jinghuan had climbed the city wall when he came to the border city last time. He was shocked by the majestic barrier at that time and made up his mind. The determination to guard the frontier.

Now that Wei Jinghuan has grown up, since he has secretly contacted good relatives during his second visit, of course he has to climb the city wall again and bring his like-minded cousin together to admire the great deeds.

Huo Yuhuai took a deep breath: "In other words, we are going to meet Little General Wei!"

Wei Jinghuan was gearing up: "Yes, don't be nervous, the clan brother is a very easy-going and kind person, but he likes to preach - he must hit it off with you!"

*

Wei Champion never expected that on a rare rest day, he would pick up two beggars from the street.

Wei Champion: "I'll write to your parents right away—I thought you had their permission to leave without permission?"

The beggar with an illegal background bowed his head and said, "Brother!!!"

Champion Wei: "You..."

Huo Yuhuai was dragged by Wei Jinghuan and made a second bow: "Big, big, big brother, no, General Wei!!!"

Champion Wei: "I..."

"Wei Jinghuan!" Wei Guanjun wiped his face, "Who is this little brother? He is the in-law you mentioned, right? Enough is enough, you boy, stop playing for me, I won't write to the head office, right? But You have to follow me to my father, and let him decide."

Wei Jinghuan immediately stood up obediently, obediently like a young daughter-in-law who just passed through the door, Huo Yuhuai was stunned by his face-changing stunt, Wei Guanjun was exhausted, he took them to wash up, and only in the evening did he receive his father. before.

It wasn't until this time that Huo Yuhuai discovered that this General Wei and Wei Jinghuan were the same people. They chatted very speculatively, and after a few words, they started toasting each other. Steady, and would persuade his father not to get his clan brother drunk—and then be drunk by the two of them in partnership.

After drinking for three rounds, General Wei began to urge Wei Jinghuan to abandon his pen and join the army, closing his eyes and insisting that Shangzhou is a good place to make contributions, how brave General Zhao is, and how wise and ambitious Princess Xiaolie is. A man should take it as his duty to recover the lost land...

It was a pleasure for Wei Jinghuan to deserve it, which was completely different from the submissive look in front of his father, as if he was the son of General Wei, born to guard the border.

Huo Yuhuai was amazed, and Wei Guanjun, who was pouring strong tea at the side, showed helplessness: "Brother Huo, my father has such a temper, please don't take it wrong."

Until now, the two generals guarding the frontier fortress didn't know that Wei Jinghuan didn't just run away from home on a whim, and this daring little bastard would not be satisfied with a day trip to the city wall. For a whole year, I counted on—following the caravan and entering the grassland.

Huo Yuhuai felt guilty, so he couldn't be blamed, so he immediately said: "The one I admire most is a hero like General Wei!"

Wei Guanjun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Father is not a hero, and he can't afford to be praised like a little brother."

Looking at the little general's somewhat unnatural smile, Huo Yuhuai had a thought, used Di Ting by mistake, and immediately heard his inner voice clearly——

"Old General Zhao is the real hero. Our father and son are no match. It's a pity that the sage was deceived by treacherous ministers, and he even suspected the old general to such an extent that even the princess could not ask for any favor... Today's Shangzhou has internal and external troubles, and my father is also very anxious, right? Fortunately, my cousin came to be naughty, and I was able to drink and talk with my father, but my father should not persuade my cousin to stay. ..."

Huo Yuhuai was shocked, and immediately restrained Shengren, and his heart became heavy.

What does the little general mean by his inner voice, he actually said that the officials are suspicious of the old general Zhao? !

The loyalty of General Zhao and his wife is well known in the world. They have worked hard to guard the border for more than ten years. Now the border of the southern country is supported by the old general. Besides him, who else can take up this important task?

The officials are confused, even if they have scruples, they shouldn't let anyone notice... How can they doubt Zhongliang!

*

The ancient city wall of Shangzhou has a long history, and it took shape hundreds of years ago. With the changes of the years and the replacement of dynasties, it has been repaired from generation to generation, making it more and more vigorous, like a giant in his prime, firmly guarding the border of the southern country .

As an important border area, the city wall has always been a military secret, and generally speaking, outsiders are not allowed to climb it at will, but with the leadership of General Wei, Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai managed to climb the city wall smoothly.

Just as the sun was setting, there was an endless grassland under the towering city walls. The dim light fell on the dim and sparse turf, and there were endless thick earthy yellow sands. The sun sets on the long river.

"...The new recruits will come here once on the day they enter the camp to see our family; there are also those dishonest business travelers, the old lady will bring them here to scare off their courage; there are also envoys from the imperial court, but the old general doesn't like to bring them here. They come, they always make unrealistic opinions."

After Wei Guanjun finished speaking, he sighed in a low voice: "Spring and summer are coming, and the Tartars will not make a big attack at this time. We must reclaim the fields outside the wall, otherwise Shangzhou will have no food and grass after winter."

Huo Yuhuai looked at the outer wall in ecstasy. Not far from him, a bunch of corpses and heads hung on the wall brightly. After drying, they couldn't see their faces, and they could only be vaguely identified from their clothes.

It was those Tartars who looted the frontier before the New Year's Eve last year.

Perhaps because he noticed Huo Yuhuai's expression, Wei Guanjun looked at the row of pendants, his smile subsided, and he unconsciously showed killing intent: "No matter what season, we will kill as many of these tartars as they come, and those who dare to offend , that’s what happened!”

The early spring wind was still a bit chilly, slashing viciously across the wall, causing the mummies and heads to sway back and forth, like a row of silent bells.

Wei Jinghuan suddenly asked: "What is that earthen platform over the river? There seems to be something on it, is it for sacrifices?"

Huo Yuhuai looked in the direction he pointed, it was an open space on the other side of the river, it seemed that there was indeed a raised platform on the ground, but unfortunately he couldn't see it clearly, he could only see a vague outline.

"You have really good eyesight. You will definitely become a sharpshooter in the future." Wei Guanjun praised without hesitation, and then he said seriously, "But that is not a sacrificial jar, it is a tomb of clothes—the tomb of Emperor Ji."

Emperor Himezuka? !

Huo Yuhuai lost her voice: "Could it be... is it that person?"

The Southern Dynasty was in decline, and the land was ceded and the indemnity was given to the emperor to marry him. Jingkang was ashamed and still unrepentant. This is a shame that all southerners will never forget.If this tomb doesn't belong to the princess who sent her to be married, who else could it belong to?

"Twenty years ago, the government sent the imperial concubine to the frontier, and Princess Xiaolie sent her to the frontier..." Wei Guanjun said in a low voice, "I once heard from General Zhao that the princess and the concubine are actually sisters, but they love each other. Mother and daughter, the princess swore when she was giving her marriage that she would welcome the emperor back to court sooner or later."

This friendship and belief is moving, but everyone present knows that Princess Xiaolie's oath is destined to be impossible to fulfill.

"Fifteen years ago, Emperor Ji passed away, and the grassland sent news. After the death of the old Khan, Di Ji remarried four times, and finally died of dystocia, with one dead body and two lives." Wei Guanjun looked in the direction of the barren mound, with a look of indignation, "Princess Xiaolie was so angry that she sent envoys to the grassland five times, only to welcome back the bones of the emperor..."

It is a well-known fact that the emperor concubine Xiangxiao died, but there is such a secret in it!

Huo Yuhuai couldn't help asking angrily: "Then why didn't you welcome me back? Is it because the Tartars didn't agree!?"

"No, they agreed." Wei Champion turned his head and looked at the two teenagers fixedly, "At that time, there was a civil strife in the court of the Tartars, and Diji's husbands did not embarrass the emissary, and they really refuted the princess. The people who belong to the court are the court officials."

"What did you say?!" The two teenagers were shocked one after another, "How could this be possible—"

Wei Guanjun sneered and said, "Why is that impossible? They said that one should end up with one end, and that a married daughter is like water poured out. Since Diji got married, she should be buried in the grassland for the sake of both of them." family friendship, so even the bones are not allowed to take a step into the Southern Dynasty."

The answer was so cold that the two of them were speechless for a while, and they could only listen to Wei Guanjun continuing: "The sage wrote several poems, praising the loyalty of the emperor Ji, and he was extremely honorable, but he acquiesced to the princes. High opinion, I don't want to welcome my daughter back, so the Princess can only bring back the Diji's clothes and bury it outside the city."

Unknowingly, the afterglow of the setting sun finally fades away completely, the dusk can never stay, the setting sun is exhausted, and it sinks into the earth unwillingly.

Wei Guanjun raised his head, looked at the clear sky in the distance, and said in a low voice: "From then on, Princess Xiaolie also stepped on the city wall, used the head of the Tartar to sacrifice the flag to comfort the heroic spirit, and broke the wolf knife of the Tartar to honor the emperor. Ji Fanghun..."

"Since you can't welcome back the bones and soul, then go to regain the lost ground, and sooner or later, let my sister go home."