Chiwuxing

Chapter Sixty-Ninth - Renjuexiu cuts off this hatred and waits for return, Xueluo Hansheng gathers to discuss and confess

The wind falls in late autumn, and the winter is born suddenly.

The plateau is hard and cold at daytime, and it is still quiet in the night.

In an inconspicuous corner of King Le Jin's capital, there were rustling sounds in the next room, the young man straightened up from the bed, took a few quick breaths, and gradually woke up.He froze and didn't move. After adapting to the dark environment for a while, he got up and took the clothes and shook them on his body.

There was still a person chattering incessantly in the room, Fu Chen put on his boots and walked over quietly.

The shadow covered the young Hudi's face on the bed. The young Hudi, who was still in a deep sleep, sniffed, as if his breathing was blocked in a dream. He woke up slowly from his sleep with winking eyes and frowning. The room was bottomless. Black, he squinted his eyes for a long time, and just adjusted to the current environment, he was facing a pair of gray eyeballs in a daze.

Bowa's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously froze on the bed, and most of his consciousness was awake.He recognized who the person beside the bed was, and while guessing the person's movements, he thought he was going to do something, but after thinking for a long time, he saw that the person was still standing still, and there was no murderous intent looming in his eyes, so he tentatively called out :

"...Jia Sheng?"

The person next to the bed seemed to have just woken up, his eyelashes moved, his eyes were no longer locked on him, he glanced at him a few times, then turned and left.

Bowa didn't know why, his eyes were glued to the closed door, sleepiness struck again, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Men have a regular rhythm and wake up at a fixed time every day.

The small and empty room was filled with the sound of creaking wood and the friction of clothes. There was a puddle of dust under the corner of the bed. The chair wheel was sweeping away the dust on it. An ant Hastily came out from under the ground and ran towards the open space.On the horizontal climbing road, I suddenly heard a piercing squawking sound, as if there was the sound of a giant falling. Before the little ant could recover, it was run over by a wheel that sprang out from nowhere. Before going to sleep, I still saw it. A little light from the sky that just woke up outside the window.

Zong Zhengxi pushed open the door.

The early dawn cast a ray on the bridge of the man's water-soaked nose, the originally thin nose turned into a hazy and pale white, and a few locks of curly hair sticking to the temples.The royal capital was still silent, the sky was still dim, and no one noticed his embarrassment at this time.

The morning wind swished over his face, wrapped in a familiar coldness.

Zong Zhengxi closed his eyes and exhaled several times, recovering from the ignorance of getting up in the morning.

The wheels stumbled and turned out of the deep alley, and with just one glance, he noticed the looming shadow at the edge of the red pine forest in the distance, the disharmonious human tracks in the abrupt cold ground, it was the man practicing sword in the forest.

Complicated emotions spread for a moment, and there was a little blankness in the deep eyes of the man who used to plan.I saw him holding the wheel tightly, and sneaked towards the movement of the figure.

Zong Zhengxi approached, and saw that young man's movements were smooth and smooth, his muscles and bones were self-contained, and the strong wind swept over the place where the knife fell, blowing a cold snow field.

It seemed that he hadn't noticed him coming.

Zong Zhengxi's eyes turned to the young man's black belt, he paused for a moment, then stepped forward to a few steps away, observed for a while, and said:

"The three points of Hegu, Quchi, and Inner Elbow form a line and extend sideways."

The man whispered to himself, hovering heavily in the empty space.

The young man paused for a while, and then followed the instructions to quickly follow the moves, with a faster speed.

"Falling elbow."

Zong Zhengxi locked his gaze on the flipped figure.

"Low."

Fu Chen took a deep breath in the darkness, pressing on his chest and abdomen.

"Shoulders sinking."

Zong Zhengxi was not in a hurry, looked at the young man's posture, and repeatedly ordered to correct it.

Fu Chen struggled to cope.

After practicing the whole set of saber techniques, Fu Chen put the saber in front of him, and slowly exhaled the stagnant Qi.After finishing breathing, he raised his hand and tore off the black cloth belt.

A little light came in from the darkness in front of his eyes, and there was another burst of relief, before he could vaguely see the figures sitting and standing a few steps away.

He took two steps forward.

The man described it as usual, from the hem of the clothes to the collar wrapped around the neck, it was all black, without a trace of lines.His face was almost bloodless, and even his lips were pale.I don't know if it was the morning dew that made his eyelashes and curly hair sticky, and the edges and corners melted a little.

Fu Chen stared at him for a long time, then took two steps forward, holding his breath and saying:

"I knew you would come."

At this moment, the man's eyes had returned to tranquility, as if he was looking at him, and he seemed to be gazing at the green red pine forest behind him.

"A knife is better than strength, and a sword is better than change."

Fu Chen originally aroused an unknown tension, but when he heard the man start talking about nothing, he was in a daze as if he hadn't heard his words.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, and said again: "You went forward and said that I am suitable for using knives."

"Using a sword can indeed make full use of your strengths," Zong Zhengxi said, looking down at the black cloth in his hand, "but if you only rest on your strengths, you will only leave fatal flaws in repeated practice." .”

Fu Chen raised his hand to look at the saber in his hand, frowned lightly and said, "But it's difficult to increase strength in a short time. I use swordsmanship instead of saber, but I feel that it's difficult to take care of both sides, but my hands and feet are in a hurry."

"It is precisely because you are obsessed with speed that you should not use a sword, otherwise it will only increase your arrogance," Zongzhengxi said flatly, "If you want to improve your sword skills, you must It is the best policy to disassemble and practice the basic moves first, and seek stability."

Stern and methodical words always blocked him so much that it was difficult for him to refute.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes, and said shyly, "Thank you."

The young man's back is straight, and the thin clothes can still outline a thin spine, and the strength and sharpness unique to young people have been secretly revealed.

Seeing that Fu Chen stopped speaking, Zong Zhengxi couldn't help thinking of inexplicable words just now. Seeing the gloomy expression on the young man's face at the moment, his eyes darkened a little, and he said, "...you have something to ask me."

Fu Chen turned around and said nothing.

With the cool wind and dust blowing on his face, Zong Zhengxi felt that the water droplets that had just condensed on his face became more solidified.

"I want to get up in the morning for extra training." Fu Chen clenched the knife in his right hand, "Please advise."

Zong Zhengxi looked at his back coldly and said, "When is it?"

"... Yinshi."

Zong Zhengxi said without blinking his eyes, "Zi Shi."

Fu Chen's lips trembled up and down, he turned around, looked into the other's cool eyes, and said, "All night?"

Zong Zhengxi looked at him blindly, and the answer was self-evident.

The two looked at each other, only a few circles of floating cold lingered in the quiet aura.Fu Chen's eyes flashed, and Fang felt a wet drop swept towards the tip of his nose, like rain or snow.

The young man raised his hand to fasten the black belt neatly, and the dark centipede raised his cheek:

"Come again."

The sword qi slashed over again.

Zong Zhengxi didn't retreat, and Fu Chen didn't seem to know that the man was still a few steps away, so he just moved forward with his horizontal knife, and the blade swept across the man's body time and time again, raising his hair.

Zongzheng Xi sat still where he was, letting the sharp blade of the knife go around his body.

"Arm straightened."

Hearing this, the young man exerted more strength, stretched his arms straight out, and the blade seemed to ring.

Zong Zhengxi stared deeply at the coming light, and shook his hand resting on the edge of the wheelchair.

In a split second—

The speechless air suddenly froze here.

I don't know how to block it, the white light suddenly dimmed and stopped at the man's throat.

Move forward a few inches, and die immediately.

The young man's hand trembled a few times, and the blade was shaking.

Zong Zhengxi quickly raised his hand, grasped the blade, and pulled it back with force. Through the hard black leather gloves, he didn't seem to feel the coldness and sharpness of the blade.

Fu Chen leaned forward out of inertia, Zong Zhengxi took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wrist, pulling him in front of him.

Perhaps in a daze, the young man didn't even have time to apply his strength, so he staggered and knelt down in front of the man.

His messy long hair swept in front of him.

With his left hand, Zong Zhengxi tore off the black tape covering his face, and his movements were rarely urgent.The man leaned forward, stared at his panicked gray pupils, and suddenly said, "Do you hate me?"

Fu Chen stared blankly before turning to the man.

There is a short distance between them, and the four eyes are facing each other, so close that they can't see their faces clearly.

hate you?

who are you?

"...Who are you?" Fu Chen murmured.

He only felt a pale light and shadow in front of him, dim and hazy, like the unknown white at the beginning.

"I broke up your family and wandered in the mountains for several years. Do you hate me?"

"It was I who lied to you about your life experience and forced you to play chess. Do you hate me?"

"It was I who used you to kill your enemies, and took the opportunity to force you to kill your relatives. Do you hate me?"

"It was I who specially ordered the person you trusted to poison and assassinate you, so that your lives were numbered. Do you hate me?"

"I was the one who forced you to go to a dead end. There is no one around you, and your enemies are free. Do you hate me?"

As if a series of crackling firecrackers were connected in series, they exploded one after another in the young man's mind in an instant. His body trembled more and more, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from getting up, and then he was pushed down by an irresistible force.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the shadow approaching suddenly, and his warm breath brushed against his face, but his words were inexplicable and eerie:

"I'm right in front of you... how are you doing?"

Loosen your shoulders——

It was almost a spring-like rebound, and he slammed towards the misty white in front of him. He seemed to have encountered something cold and hard in the "bang dang", he ignored it, and suppressed it with his hands and feet.

The young man's back was arched, he didn't look at anything, and he kept making a hoarse voice of "ho ho" from his throat, accompanied by the sound of panting, as if he was about to peel his skin off.

His hands fumbled back and forth in a hurry, moving from the cold hard object to the warm body, the blood flowed to the brain, almost an instinctive reaction, groping down the side of his own face, and grasping with his fingertips, Quickly leaning over, while pressing his legs and feet to prevent him from breaking free, he mustered all his strength and bit his neck——

The sharp white teeth of a wolf beast are deeply sunken.

"...Is this what you're capable of?" The man's voice became a bit disdainful.

Fu Chen's strength in his mouth increased unabated, and the several times of hunting and confrontation buried deep in his memory were awakened at this moment.But in a trance, he realized that the object under his body seemed to have no trace of resistance, as if he had lost his mind.

Just at this moment of stagnation, he suddenly felt that the back of his neck was strangled by the cold leather, his expression was a little clear, and he met a pair of eyes, in a trance, as if they had become the eyes of a familiar person.

The young man was also trembling slightly while exhaling, and at a very close distance, the deep voice extended from his face to the bottom of his heart:

"And then? What else are you going to do?"

The man straightened up, firmly blocking the youth's pressure.

"There are sharp teeth in the air." The man stepped forward a little bit, staring at the young man's expression, "I can still see with both eyes, but I am blinded by my own stubbornness."

"Why do you, hmm?"

Fu Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked into the bottomless abyss in the opposite pair of eyes with hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "...Why? Then why should I?"

"Why do you?!"

The young man suddenly roared, venting all kinds of grievances: "Can you give me an answer? Have you heard my wishes? Do you just want me to die? Or are you trying to fool me?!"

Immediately afterwards, the young man's chest heaved violently, struggling with the shackles behind his neck, bumping into his predecessors, talking to himself as if in a daze, his pale and thin lips moved back and forth, his eyes that were originally full of anger were rippling with terror and Ai Wu: "... I did something wrong... I did evil..."

Zongzheng Xi squinted his eyes, leaned forward immediately, pressed the acupuncture point behind his ear precisely and forcefully with his right hand, and pinched his shoulder with the other hand.

Under the palm, every inch of the young man's muscles throbbed with stubborn resistance.

Zong Zhengxi turned his right fingertips sideways, exerted some strength, and pressed to another acupuncture point.

The young man suddenly fell forward, and his body lost all strength.

The man reached out his hand to feel the pulse of the person in his arms, paused for a long time, and slightly turned the young man away.

The curly black hair half covered Qing Juan's cheeks, making his complexion pale and sickly.

He reached out to brush his hair.

Those with thin lips are blessed with little righteousness, he disdains to testify, and has never been superstitious.

There was a scarlet red on the corner of the young man's lips, as stubborn and fierce as others.The snow falling profusely in the sky was covering it one by one, melting into the blood plasma in an instant, diluting the color a bit.The man wiped it off with his light hands, staring at his face, and there was another long silence.

"Fu Chen."

The man called his name.

"It's the last time," Zong Zhengxi leaned over slightly, suppressing the constant dull pain in his throat, his eyes were deep.

"Don't disappoint me."

Bowa opened his eyes and was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't know whether it was a dream or a hallucination, but he seemed to see Jia Sheng holding a knife in his dream and trying to assassinate him.

He took a deep breath, and the more he thought about it, the stronger his sense of fear became. He quickly put on his clothes while thinking about countermeasures.

He walked to the side of the house and opened the window, a gust of cold wind came in, carrying cool particles, he sighed: "It's going to snow..."

The Hu man turned his back and saw the machete hanging in the corner of the room. After thinking about it, he went to take it off, turned around and hid it under the bed.

"Accordingly, Jia Sheng is better than me..." Bowa said to himself, his eyes showed a tangled look, "Last time he listened to my corner, why did he come to find trouble with me..."

After searching unsuccessfully, Bowa simply didn't care about those disturbing thoughts, only thinking that it was caused by his own random nightmares.

As the cold wind hit, Bowa couldn't help but shrank, and hurriedly turned around to look for another piece of clothing in the side cabinet.

"Deng Deng."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Bowa was taken aback. There was no important business in this cold morning. Who would come here at this time?

He hesitated and went to open the door, just through a crack, the wind and snow blew in, and he froze in place.

"... Chasa?"

There was a person sitting and standing at the door, his black clothes were half-stained with snow, and the ball half-carrying and half-carrying on his shoulders seemed to be a person?

"This is?"

Zong Zhengxi's brows were covered with snow, and his expression was even more stern. His indifferent eyes still couldn't distinguish emotions, and he just said: "He is suffering from illness today, so he will rest in the house for a day."

he?

Bowa raised his eyebrows and looked at the twisted mass leaning against the side of the wheelchair... It seemed to be a familiar navy blue color, but somehow it became like this.

"Jia Sheng."

Zong Zhengxi added a voice to solve the doubts in his heart, his cold eyes lost their luster, and turned into a deep spring again.

"I'll do it."

Bowa stepped forward to help, and wanted to pull the young man directly, but he saw that the corner of his sleeve had somehow hinged into the wheel under the side pole of the wheelchair. Glancing at his movements, he frowned and said, "Push me in first."

Bowa had no choice but to obey when he heard the words, and the two of them entered the room half-armed and half-placed Fu Chen beside the bed. Only when the whole body is stretched out can I feel his stature, and his legs are still hanging outside the bed.However, the material on the wheelchair that had been inexplicably stuck just now was still unable to be pulled out, and Bowa felt impatient, so he simply got up and picked up the machete on the bedside, and chopped off the sleeve corner of the coat, and with a large piece of material on his arm, he floated away. fell to the ground.

After finishing his work, the Hu man gasped, his impetuous expression was beyond words, and he passed by Zong Zhengxi in a blink of an eye, who was covered by the youth's hair and disappeared, but when he looked closely, he could only see that his two sides were open, revealing some deep red There is also a freshly clotted blood stain, and I can't help feeling weird, and said: "This is on Chasa's neck..."

"It's nothing." Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes lightly, and slowly closed the collar, just to cover the blood.

Bowa didn't ask any more questions, but only said: "How about I ask the disease doctor from Wangdu to bandage it?"

"No need," Zong Zhengxi refused coldly, turned his eyes to scan the furnishings in the room, finally fixed his eyes on the person on the bed, and said, "Change him into a thick coat...today you will watch him in the room."

Bowa raised his eyebrows and said, "Then the group meeting in the afternoon is still going on as usual?"

"Of course," Zong Zhengxi replied, "Tomorrow you can ask the clansmen about the important matters announced at the meeting, and there will be no delay."

"I thought the snowfall would be postponed today..." the young Hu man said to himself, but suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to ask, "What's wrong with Jia Sheng? Do you need someone to take care of you?"

Zongzhengxi spoke vaguely, and his words were ambiguous: "He must have suffered from a loss of internal energy and suffered from a cold attack. If you see any abnormalities in him, please come and let me know. If he wakes up early, let him rest in the room first." Take a day off and don't have to go to the pasture to discuss."

Bowa sneered: "I think he is very powerful, and he usually looks sad, angry, cold and hot, but he doesn't seem to be a person who will easily collapse due to the cold, so I need to watch him?"

Zong Zhengxi said no more, turned the wheelchair and walked towards the door.

Bowa knew this person's temper well, so he stopped complaining, and said a few steps forward: "Chasa, last night I seemed to be overheard by Jia Sheng when I talked to Muzhige..."

The man paused and chewed out a word: "It seems?"

Bois continued: "I bumped into him after I finished talking at the outskirts of the camp that night. I asked him later, I guess I heard something...Dare to ask Chasa, is it necessary to teach him a lesson or something... ..."

Zong Zhengxi said coldly: "He is not a talkative person, don't act rashly."

"Yes." The young Hu man nodded.

Zong Zhengxi turned his chair outwards, and before leaving, he said:

"If you are free, you might as well compete with him to compare martial arts. You are the same age as him, and the level of martial arts can be described as world-class."

The Hu man looked at his distant back by the door, his face was full of dissatisfaction, and he closed the door with a "bang", but it was hard to deny that what the man said was true and irrefutable.

Bois turned around and stared at the closed-eyed young man on the bed.

He rested in the same room with him for more than a month, knowing that this young man has always been very vigilant, even in a deep sleep at night, he would occasionally feel the young man's breathing change suddenly when he woke up at night, and when he turned around, he could see his eyes half-opened, A pair of gray eyes looked over lightly, often frightening him at night.I don't know if what happened last night was what he saw in a dream or if the young man had another moth.

Recalling this incident, Bowa felt depressed again, walked to the bedside and sat down, casually picked up a lock of the young man's curly hair, curled his lips and said: "The hair is all white like this, and he said that he is no different from my age. whispering sound……"

"Lord Wolf, Chasa is here." Iten reminded at the door.

He Xuyu put down his chopsticks and said, "Go and add another pot of wine."

"Yes."

The iron walls in the palace of the king's capital bear the wind and snow. In addition, most of the barbarian people have a strong physique and live in an alpine place all the year round. Therefore, in winter, they only add a layer of clothing. There is not enough charcoal fire in the hall, and the air is still flowing with the coolness of the outside. .

The large plate of barbecue meat on the square table in the hall dissipated the heat, and the aroma settled in it.

He Xuyun got up from the table, and said to He Xuyun, "I will take my leave first, my son."

"No need," He Xuyi stretched out his hand to stop him, "It just so happened that we were talking about the grassland meeting in the afternoon. You were busy a few days ago convening the backup of the Hu women in the clan, so it's good to have a discussion on this matter."

"Okay." He Xuyun nodded and answered, picked a chair from the side seat, and vacated the seat just now.

As the sound of wheels rolling against stones got closer, Zong Zhengxi went straight into the hall, nodded lightly and said, "Lord Wolf."

"Sir, Chasa." Huxun said.

Zong Zhengxi stepped forward calmly, and He Xujun also saluted beside him: "Chasa is well."

"You are welcome, princess."

After learning about the man's past experience that day, He Xujun vaguely deepened his impression of Yan. On the one hand, he was contemptuous of the Yan people who ruined their talents and internal strife, and on the other hand, they were born among the two Yan people she only knew closely. The meaning of exploring and looking.It's just that Qiu Ri's words and deeds are all introverted and not overstepping the rules. Occasionally, she makes amazing remarks, which also benefit Hu Jun's practice. Her original hesitation and prejudice are also gradually changing. Indeed, She could vaguely see the nobility of this plain-clothed man, which was different from the ordinary people she had seen.

Perhaps this is what the Yan people said that Lu Yao can only recognize horsepower, and it takes time to see people's hearts?

The woman thought to herself, ignoring the successive calls from here.

"Ah Jun,... Ah Jun?"

He Xuyun turned around in a daze, and said in a daze, "...father?"

Hu Xun frowned suspiciously: "What happened just now? What are you doing standing up? Sit down first."

"Yes."

He Xuyun secretly glanced at Zongzheng Xi.

Yi Teng brought some jugs of shochu. The barbarian wine cups were big and thick, and they were always filled to the brim, and half of the jugs were swallowed.

"Thank you." Zongzheng Xi said.

"Chasa, you're welcome," Hexun said, "It's been cold in winter recently, and the barren land is no better than other places. I'm afraid that Chasa won't be used to the cold weather. I'll order the clansmen to send some clothes and leather cloaks later. Use Chasa to keep warm."

Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes to thank him.

He Xujun was listening, and couldn't help but glance at Zongzhengxi's clothes again, his eyes paused, and he said, "...the mark on Chasa's neck was caused by an injury?"

Zong Zhengxi's expression did not change, and he said: "It is caused by allergies, and it will disappear in a few days... Lord Wolf, don't worry about such trivial matters."

He Xuyu didn't ask any further questions, and here He Xujun took the opportunity to change the topic: "There is a split between the two clans within the Hu Qiang. This afternoon is the first meeting, but are there any major adjustments?"

Zong Zhengxi continued: "It's not a new proposal, it's just a discussion with the wolf lord before, and it's to separate the organizations in the current Hu Qiang clan."

"Sort by row?" Huxun asked, "How to sort it out?"

Zongzhengxi replied: "The advantage of the original clan's organization based on kinship is that it has strong cohesion in the attack and battle, and is familiar with each other, which is conducive to cooperation on the field. However, the disadvantage is that it is difficult to apply to large-scale actual combat. Insufficient, fighting is easy to separate and difficult to join."

"Therefore, as I mentioned earlier, I separate the young and strong soldiers from the old and young soldiers. Although the latter cannot match the former in a single battle, it is also very effective on the battlefield."

"That's right," He Xuyi said with a confident look on his face, "We Hu people have always devoted all our strength to fight, and we don't pay attention to the way of choosing people. force."

He Xuyun thought: "...So, father, you asked me to gather women from all ethnic groups to join the army, is that also the intention?"

"Well," He Xuxu nodded, "That's exactly what I meant. After Chasa told me that day, I remembered that in the battle with Yan a hundred years ago, there were examples of women from all ethnic groups of our Hu and Qiang going to the battlefield. It just didn’t develop into a team specifically.”

Zongzheng Xi said: "Dare to ask the princess, how many female soldiers can the clan choose?"

He Xujun replied seriously: "Except for underage girls and elderly and inconvenient or pregnant women, there are about [-] soldiers from each ethnic group."

"Enough." Zongzheng Xi said.

"We barbarians have a short lifespan," He Xuyun sighed slightly after a moment of silence, "women are even worse."

Zong Zhengxi said: "Since ancient times, women have not lost to men. Women have their unique advantages, and their talents and courage are not inferior to men. The princess is still young, she is already the best, and she will have great achievements in the future, so there is no need to underestimate it."

He Xujun turned to the man and asked, "Does Yan Guo have a daughter who joins the army?"

Huxun raised his glass and drank a big sip of wine, secretly glanced at his daughter, but the other party ignored her.

Zongzheng Xi said: "Not at all."

Huxun raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"The establishment involves a wide range, and it is not feasible to hate a certain person."

"Chasa just talked about the many advantages. I thought that according to Chasa's previous ability, he would definitely build a women's reserve force early in the morning."

Zongzhengxi had no emotion on his face, and said: "Since the military affairs of Yan State declined, all those who advocated the revolution of military affairs have all ended in dismal. Qiu is not a person who is ignorant of current affairs."

Huxun wanted to press the question, but saw that he was still as usual, and when it came to past experiences, she thought he would avoid him, but now he answered directly, which made her hesitate because of the deep meaning in it, and she couldn't help but said: "Chasa and Jia Sheng They are both generals, so they do things differently. He told me earlier that he was willing to sacrifice his life to swim in the muddy waters of Hu Yan. Although Chasa was also in danger, he seemed to be more cautious after all."

He Xuyun was talking too much just now, but when He Xuyun saw this, he was dissatisfied, and quickly stopped the conversation, saying: "We have no shortage of reckless and courageous people in Hudi. After all, it is Chassa who can help us in many difficulties."

"Recklessness is not a complete defect, it just needs timing." Zong Zhengxi picked up the wine cup that had not been touched for a long time, and took a sip.

The shochu is spicy, just enough to keep out the cold.

Huxue lifted the knife and cut the somewhat cold roast meat on the plate into pieces.

Zong Zhengxi breathed out his alcohol and said, "In addition, among the thousands of young and strong soldiers mentioned just now, another 1000 people need to be selected for individual training."

"What's the use of these 1000 people?" He Xuhong asked.

Zong Zhengxi replied: "These 1000 people must be the elite of the entire army, and they will serve as the backbone on the battlefield."

"Our soldiers of the Hu tribe are all brave, so why bother to draw out 1000 people alone?" He Xuyun asked, "The original number is not our advantage, why not join them together?"

"Soldiers are better than many," Zongzheng Xi said. "In battle, the number of people is small. As long as they are used properly, they can be used as a sharp weapon against a hundred. The reason why we have to select the elite alone is because these 1000 people are ready to fight against a hundred soldiers." Special formations are practiced, so the number of people required is also limited to a single formation."

"In addition, regarding the co-management and training of these 1000 people, Qiu will be the guarantee, and Jia Sheng will lead them."

Huxun raised his eyebrows in surprise, and turned to look at his father, only to see that his father frowned in confusion:

"How can Chasa guarantee it?"

Zong Zhengxi clasped the side handle of the wheelchair with his right hand, squinted his eyes and said, "Lord Wolf, thinks that revenge against a certain person is not enough guarantee?"

The man's eye sockets were deep, and his gloomy sharpness was revealed in this moment of concentration.The sudden change of voice in the words, the rare seriousness and displeasure surprised He Xuyu for a moment, and he said: "Whether this can be done or not depends on whether Jia Sheng is capable enough to convince the whole clan."

Zongzheng Xi said: "What is his strength, we can naturally wait and see. Since he is here, it is a two-way policy to let him show his abilities."

He Xujun added: "Chasa is right, there is no harm in making Jia Sheng get along with the clansmen again."

He Xuxuan nodded in agreement, Zhang Chopsticks bit the meat, thinking in his heart.

Here Huxun picked up the wine cup and filled it up for the two of them.

"Thank you."

He Xujun put down the pot, paused for a moment, saw that he hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, and asked, "Why doesn't Chasa eat? But it doesn't suit your appetite?"

Zong Zhengxi took another sip of wine, and waited for the liquid to slit his throat before he replied leisurely: "Princess Lao is concerned about... Regarding the matter of Hu Qiang's daughter's military preparations, Qiu thought that the daily riding and archery training should still be used as the basis." Lord, they are not the main force in the battle, but they are an important force for the wings, rear defense, and squad ambush."

"Yes, I understand." Huxun replied.

In the afternoon, the white sky gave off a little bit of light, and the Qichuan green plain was covered with a layer of snow. At this time, the light snow stopped, and the dense crowd happened to cover up the whiteness of the grassland, extending from the foot of the mountain to the periphery.

Excluding some of the clansmen who stayed in the royal capital due to illness, Hu Qiang and all the soldiers of eleven Utron tribes, large and small, gathered here.Consul leaders and pioneers of all ethnic groups stand in front of each team.

Huxue entered into the crowd at the front, with a rough and powerful voice:

"...Yan's revenge must be avenged!...Now that Hulan is in danger alone, we should only think long-term, and the battle will win!"

"We must win! We must win!" The surrounding men of the Hu nationality shouted sonorously, wave after wave from the call sign at the front of the line to the end of the line, all the barbarians waved their arms, and all the uneasiness dispelled by the turmoil of the past few days returned again. be inspired.

He Xujun stood on the outside of the crowd, hearing his father's powerful declaration, his face also showed a firm and persistent look.

Immediately afterwards, He Xuyi conveyed the various military arrangements that Qiu Ri had said recently, and selected a group of brave generals who were originally outstanding in terms of personnel arrangements.

He Xuyun watched the changes in the field, glanced at the many members of the Utron clan, and asked suspiciously: "...Jia Sheng didn't come?"

Zong Zhengxi, who was also on the outskirts of the crowd, looked at the commotion in the crowd indifferently, and suddenly said: "Jia Sheng is sick today, and Qiu ordered him to rest in his room for a whole day."

Huxun was startled, and said: "Sick? Did you find the disease doctor in the family?"

"He is suffering from an internal injury, and he has accumulated habits in the past, so there is no need to seek a doctor." Zong Zhengxi replied.

Huxun didn't answer any more, only thinking that the young man's current status is embarrassing, walking alone in the clan, even if he is really sick, there is no one to take care of him, perhaps, only by making him ahead of the soldiers, can anyone pay attention to his every move One move, such attention and attention, is it a kind of protection.

As I was thinking about this, I heard that some brothers were dissatisfied with their words:

"...Who is Jia Sheng?!"

"What does Lord Wolf mean!"

"How can the Yan people who came here for nothing be the leader!"

The crowd was suddenly noisy, and Huxun's heart tightened. Hearing that Huxun was strict and earnest in the crowd.

Subconsciously, she looked at the person next to her again, only to find that the man had turned the chair and walked tens of feet away at some point.Huxun didn't want to chase any more, and turned his head to look at the crowd again.

The ice and snow outside the room invaded, and a piece of warm air was blown inside the room.

The Hu man leaned on the corner of the bed and dozed off, when he heard a sudden sound, which seemed to be the muffled sound of a person falling over.

Bois blinked his eyes in bewilderment, and looked closely at the person lying on the floor under the opposite bed, motionless, and his white hair stood out even more on the plaster floor.

He regained his senses in a hurry, stepped forward to check the situation, saw the man moved, and stood up awkwardly.

"Hey," Bowa called the man, and the young man turned around when he heard the sound, his face was still dull and expressionless, and his pupils with faint red light made him startled, "You...you yes……"

Fu Chen glanced from the decorations in the room to the small window by the door, and fixed on the dark sky behind the window.

"...how long is it?" he asked.

"You really slept all day..." Bowa yawned, rubbed his waist and got up.

Fu Chen's pupils froze, and his rough voice lowered a bit: "I asked you when?"

Buwa didn't understand his reaction, so he replied in a daze, "I guess it's almost Haishi..."

Seeing the young man's aura disappearing again, he remained silent for a moment, then staggered to his feet and ran towards the door.

"Hey...Jia, Jia Sheng," Bowa hastily stepped forward to block him this time, "Chou Ri ordered you to rest in your room today..."

Fu Chen squinted at him, and said coldly, "Can you stop me?"

Bowa was stunned by his eyes again, and immediately said: "At least we can talk about it later..."

The young man didn't listen to him finish, he pushed hard, opened the door and went out.

Pieces of white snowflakes swept through the door in an instant, Bowa couldn't help shivering in the air-conditioning, and in a blink of an eye, there was no one beside the door.

The heavy snow is rampant at night, swaying over a vast desert.

The original thick green in the red pine forest was taken away by the white feathers. Only the old and tough pine branches would not yield under the heavy snow, and they had the courage to fight against the heavy snow to the end.

The thick ink faded away in the night, and a gap of blue and white was opened.

There was the sound of snow crushing under a tall red pine tree.

The man stared at it for a long time, stretched out his hand and swiveled the chair back, and a layer of snow on the black leather gloves fell to the ground along with the ice edge on the wheel.

The wheels drew a crooked arc slowly in the snow.

The grim clicking sound stopped abruptly with his movements.

The snowdrops on the man's eyelashes suddenly fell like shattered ice.

As far as the line of sight is not far away, there is a figure of a person straightening his pen, with the rolling snow on his body, standing in the deserted snowfield.

The gray hair is dyed with jade dust, and I don't know which one is whiter.

Luoxue deeply mourns the remaining color, and disrespects the wolves in the world.