[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

The grass was as long as the horse's knees, and a maroon horse was galloping across the grassland like the wind.The young man on horseback dropped the reins in his hand, and kicked his legs on the horse's belly, urging the horse to speed up.A foot away from the horse, a snow-white fox fled left and right in a panic.The young man opened his bow and pulled out a crimson feathered arrow from the quiver hanging beside the saddle. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on the running fox in front of him. When the arrow left the string, the snow-white fox lost all strength in an instant. , lying down in the grass.

Sha Yangren put away the green wood bow, lightly kicked the horse's belly, walked a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the snow fox lying in the grass, and continued to track deep into the grassland.

"The Seventh Prince hunted down a snow fox!"

In the camp tens of feet away, King Hanhai was drinking the strongest wine in Beimo with a sterling silver sea bowl.Hearing the attendant's report, the old king of Beimo laughed loudly: "Well, well, this year, the Sha Yangren Banner won again!" The nobles and ministers of Beimo sitting around the table all laughed along with Zighan, privately They kept exchanging glances.

The handsome young man sitting on the second seat picked up the mare's milk mixed with some spirits in front of him, and lightly pecked at it.Yunluan has been in Beimo for six years, but she still can't get used to the choking liquor in Beimo.The princes of Beimo who grew up with him all went hunting on horseback. He was weak and couldn't stand the bumps on horseback for a long time, so he could only sit with these aging nobles of Beimo and drink Mare's milk mixed with spirits.

Zighan drank the liquor in his hand, turned his head and glanced at the noble son Shi Le who was sitting in the second seat.It has been six years since Yunluan came to Beimo. When he first came, this noble kid from inland did not attract too much attention from Zighan.On the contrary, Atisa, who rejected Yunluan at first, cared more and more about this silent inland son.The honorable listener of the oracle of Moshen in Beimo is walking towards Yunluan step by step, leaning on crutches.Zighan suddenly realized that Attisa was old, his hair was grayer, his eye sockets drooped, and his eyes were no longer as radiant as they were six years ago.Zighan withdrew his gaze from Attisa, and looked down at his gradually withered hands. He was also old. The King of the Sea of ​​the North Desert could no longer ride his horse on the grasslands. He could only sit in a yurt down, waiting for his sons to bring a well-stocked game.Only gods don't grow old. God Mo looks at the people of Beimo with pity, but he won't keep their age.Still laughing in his ears, Zighan resentfully put down the sterling silver wine bowl in his hand, and looked straight at the endless grassland in the distance, as if he wanted to find his sons.

"My lord, our prairie people will be weaned in one month." Atisa sat cross-legged beside Yunluan tremblingly, threw his stick on the ground casually, and glanced at the silver bag full of mare's milk in front of Yunluan. Bowl, said with a smile.

Yunluan smiled shyly: "I've never been very good at drinking."

Although Yunluan was afraid of the old man's eyes when he first saw him, in the past six years, Yunluan has been able to chat with the old man the best.Occasionally, he would go to Attisa's tent to listen to Attisa's talk about Moshen's legend, and occasionally talk to Attisa about Shile. They were like the "year-old friends" that Shile people said, and their relationship grew stronger and stronger. good.

Atisa nodded: "You people in the inland like to drink the wine made from fruit. Although it is sweet, it is not strong, just like your army. It looks as brave as the high cavalry in Beimo, but it can fight It's far worse."

"Attisa, you're belittling Shile in front of me again." Yunluan still said with a smile, he has been used to the old man's outspoken words for six years, not to mention that the old man's words are true, Yunluan is not Rebuttal, he would smile teasingly.

Attisa unceremoniously picked up Yunluan's bowl of mare's milk, sniffed it, and slightly frowned her gray eyebrows: "What a waste of Beimo's good wine, how can you drink it like this!"

Yunluan took a sneak peek at the girl wearing a bright red horse skirt, Hamar has grown into a beautiful girl, she smiled at Yunluan, like the bright red forgetfulness flowers blooming on the grassland, they are hot and brilliant , Facing the grassland wind gently swinging, should dance.

"I told you I don't know how to drink." Yun Luan muttered, with childlike cunning hidden in his eyes.

"Haven't Sha Yanglie ever drink you alcohol?" Attisa was dubious.

Yunluan spread her hands and shook her head: "Ever since I was drunk by him for a day and a night, he never dared to drink me again."

"..." Attisa was discouraged. He didn't expect that in the past six years, this inland son still hadn't learned to drink strong wine on the grassland. "That's all, I'll let Goerli go to Fufeng to buy it in the future."

A hot light flashed across Yunluan's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.Atisa caught Yun Luan's expectant gaze, but just lowered his head and continued to chat with Yun Luan.In only six years, Yunluan has not yet grown into the king that the gods expected to end the troubled times.

A sharp sound of wind passed through his ears with a cold breath, Sha Yanglie immediately tightened the reins, and pointed his bow at the place where the arrow came from behind him.

The maroon horse's mane was blown by the wind, and a young man was sitting upright, aiming at Sha Yanglie with a bow. A newly hunted snow fox was hung on his horse's back.

"Sha Yangren! Do you want to kill me!" Sha Yanglie tensed his bowstring, and sternly asked his seventh brother who was less than thirty steps away from him.

Sha Yangren didn't answer, the corners of his mouth curled up, a sharp smile appeared on his face, his blue eyes were full of contempt, the moment Sha Yanglie's words fell, the red feather arrow left the string!Shocked, Sha Yanglie hurriedly shot the feather arrow in his hand, the two arrows brushed against each other, and flew towards the two people on the opposite side.Sha Yangren's arrow was as cold as his own, from the moment the arrow left the string, Sha Yanglie knew he couldn't dodge it!

Sha Yangren sat upright on the horse's back, tilted his head slightly, and avoided Sha Yanglie's arrow, and Sha Yanglie's arrow sank into the tall grass.

When Sha Yangren's arrow was five steps away from Sha Yanglie, Sha Yanglie clearly saw that his arrow did not pose any threat to Sha Yanglie.Die here!This idea came to Sha Yanglie's mind. He wanted to dodge like Sha Yang Ren, but he found that as long as he turned his head, Sha Yang Ren's arrow would penetrate his head.Do not move!Another thought popped into his head in an instant, Sha Yanglie squeezed the reins tightly, and cold sweat ran down his forehead. The smell of the beast howling.Sha Yanglie turned his head immediately, and in the grass, a gray wolf pup slumped to the ground with an arrow in its front paw. The wolf picked it up.

"The third brother's arrow missed." Sha Yangren held the little wolf in his arms with one hand, turned the horse's head, and dropped a word coldly when he left.

Sha Yanglie's heart tightened, looking at Sha Yangren who had gone away, his fists were clenched and rattling.

Atisa asked Hamar for a silver bowl, poured a bowl of spirits into the bowl, and drank in small sips.He was already too old, too old to drink the spirits in his bowl like the warriors in Beimo.He could only take a sip, frown, and take another sip like Shi Le Shizi in front of him.Yunluan held the silver bowl in both hands, looking at the vast grassland.From afar, he saw deep in the grassland, a maroon shadow galloping towards the wind.Yunluan slowly put down the silver bowl she was holding in her hand, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"Sha Yang Ren is back?" Atisa is old, his ears are still sharp, he can hear the sound of Sha Yang Ren Chi Lu flying.He must listen to Moshen's instructions at any time. He can be blind or lame, but he must never be deaf.

Sha Yangren's mount, Chi Lu Fei, is the most famous horse on the grassland. It took Sha Yangren three months to tame it. From then on, it only carries Sha Yangren, and when others take a step closer to it, it will raise its vigorous and tenacious horse. The front hooves, deterring those who try to ride it.

"The Seventh Prince wins! The Seventh Prince wins!" a Northern Desert warrior waved a big banner embroidered with a red unicorn pattern and shouted with all his might.

Zigham stood up from the blanket, smiling broadly.He didn't wait long, and it was his youngest son who came, the son he was waiting for.

The sun shines on the smooth leopard teeth on Sha Yangren's neck, and the white leopard teeth emit a cold light, which is as sharp as Sha Yangren's eyes.

Sha Yangren jumped off his horse, threw the whip to his attendants, hugged a wounded wolf cub in his arms, and strode towards Zighan's chief seat in front of him.The attendants stepped forward to take off all the prey on Sha Yangren's horse, and followed their master to pay respects to the King of Hanhai in Beimo.

"Father! The son is back!" Sha Yangren knelt on one knee, clenched his right hand and pressed his heart, and performed a dignified salute to the King of the Northern Desert.

King Hanhai clapped his hands and laughed, his youngest son deserves to be called the red wolf in the northern desert. "My good son!" King Hanhai stepped forward, with his old palm still thick, he patted Sha Yangren's shoulder forcefully.

"Thank God Mo and father for giving his son courage!" Sha Yangren stood up and said loudly.

Zighan nodded proudly. He glanced at the wolf cub in Sha Yangren's arms, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the shivering wolf cub nestled in Sha Yangren's arms. "The wolf is a gift from the God of Mo to Bei Mo, let it go." Zighan said.

Sha Yangren shook his head: "This is a gift from God Mo to Bei Mo, and it should belong to those who get it."

"Sha Yangren, don't mess around." Zighan withdrew his doting eyes and stared sternly at his proud son.Moshen is the god who protects Beimo, no one can defy her, not even Zighan's most beloved son.

The nobles on the second seat whispered one after another, they looked at each other, no one has ever disobeyed the decree of the gods, and Sha Yangren was the first person.

"Sha Yangblade!" King Hanhai tried his best to restrain his anger, and called out his son's name in a low voice, reminding him not to go against God's will again.

Sha Yangren knelt down on one knee again, raised his head and looked straight at Sieghann, without backing down: "This is also the will of Moshen. She gave me the wolf cub as a gift, and it is mine."

"Attisa, there's a quarrel over there." Yun Luan whispered to the old man opposite.

"I heard you! I'm not deaf! What an annoying wolf cub!" Attisa muttered and picked up the crutches that had been thrown aside. Yunluan got up to help him, but Attisa stopped him. Living.