Lanshan Snow

Cedars stretch across the gray-toned mountains.

A vulture circled a few times and landed on a copper-colored arm.Prince Tumu of the Canglang tribe untied the letter from the vulture's feet, and handed it to the icy Yanheyi, without even looking at the letter during the process, let alone letting Shen Fangzhuo touch it.This ensures that it is intact.

Yan Heyi took the letter.

Check the complex bronze pattern on the mouth of the letter box, and the nine divine birds on the hibiscus wood. After confirming that the position of the nine birds is correct, he unscrews the letter box and pours out the reply letter from Dongzhou.

Tu Wumu and Shen Fangzhuo waited on the side.

Shen Fangzhuo observed Yan Heyi's face without showing any trace, not letting go of any change in expression - I have to say that the background of the first family in Dongzhou is really amazing.With Yanheyi's cultivation level, in any sect, he would definitely be the arrogance of the younger generation.

They are not inferior to the direct descendants of the Shen family.

However, in the Qiu family, she turned out to be just the young master's guard.

Shen Fangzhuo has never thought that a talented person is willing to be someone else's pawn, pawn in front of the chariot for the rest of his life-how can kindness restrain a tiger?

It's a pity that Dongzhou Qiu's family was too intimidating to sweep away the number one family in the world. His quiet probing for the past few days not only failed to show Yan Heyi's feet, but also aroused the other party's vigilance.In order not to startle the snake, Shen Fangzhuo had to suppress his desire to recruit geniuses for his family.

Waiting patiently until Yan Heyi folded the letter, Shen Fang Zhuofang asked: "Miss Yan, what is Qiu's idea?"

"The head of the family ordered me to go to the Tule tribe with you to participate in the All Gods Festival and welcome the young master back. If the young master makes any mistakes, no matter what the reason is, no matter who the offender is, the Fufeng enemy family will swear by Fusang ten days, Use the power of the whole family to revenge with blood." Yan Heyi raised his eyes, with a murderous look on his brows.

Inside the red-scaled dragon-patterned pine sheath, a clear and violent sword cry suddenly exploded.

"at all costs."

"I will never die."

The sword energy rushed towards his face, Shen Fangzhuo's expression remained unchanged, but a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.Prince Mumu, who had always been scornful, frowned, and slightly looked at the woman from the Central Plains who was respected by the head of the Shen family.

Yan Heyi's tone softened.

"The head of the family also said that whether it is the Shen family, the Canglang tribe, or other tribes in the snow region, if anyone can help me and protect the young master to leave safely, the Qiu family is willing to give him the Dongzhou tea ceremony as a reward. After a short pause, she shifted her gaze to Prince Tumu, "If there is no need for the tea ceremony, the enemy can still take action, and within three years, all the skeletons of the beasts will be recovered."

As soon as her follow-up words came out.

Shen Fangzhuo was so shocked that he could no longer control his expression.

A thought crossed his mind: Qiu Jia is crazy! ! !

Not to mention the illusory thing behind the "Sacred Beast Skeleton", the "Dongzhou Tea Ceremony" alone is enough to make Twelve Continents go crazy together.

Dongzhou produces tea, famous tea.

Nearly [-]% of the tea in Twelve Continents comes from Dongzhou, and nearly [-]% of the tea in Dongzhou comes from Fufeng.The tea ceremony business network formed with Fufeng Qiujia as the center is called "Golden Luo", which means that the tea leaves are like gold and flow in all directions.A small tea ceremony is enough to support all the expenses of a small family.

Since the Chou family is so solemn, it must not be referring to one or two tea ceremonies, but all the tea ceremonies under the control of the Chou family.

——That is the most important economic lifeline of the enemies!

crazy.

Really crazy.

After a brief shock, Shen Fangzhuo quickly came to his senses and almost applauded the Chou Jia's crazy handwriting.No, they are not crazy, they are obviously sober to the extreme.

Those in power of the enemy family have obviously noticed the vortex that threatens the status of the family.

If you rashly step into the snowfield for rescue, it will trigger a joint attack from the aristocratic family.If they don't come to the rescue, letting the most important young master of the direct line fall into the hands of the barbarians, it will be a naked humiliation to any aristocratic family, no less than the ancestral hall being set on fire.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

Fame is no less than life to the family.

What's more, the cornerstone of the Chou family's reputation as a deterrent to the Twelve Continents is all based on their ruthlessness and ferocity in "motivating the whole body".They were able to stick to the first family for so many years, relying on this terrible clan relationship, which was dreadful.Any slight hesitation would immediately cause the wolves and cheetahs to counterattack from all directions.

It’s not like going into the snowfield to rescue, and it’s not like not going into the snowfield.

Faced with this predicament, the Chou family simply found another way and offered amazing bargaining chips to buy the young master's safe return—once the "Dongzhou Tea Ceremony" and the "Sacred Beast Skeleton" came out, the Chou family's reputation was preserved to the greatest extent.Even if Young Master Qiu really died later, they could use this as an excuse to calmly eliminate the enemy.

——It may seem crazy, but in fact, this is the most sensible countermeasure in the vortex frenzy.

Shen Fangzhuo didn't believe at all that the aristocratic family could really do their best for this dude.

"I also ask Mr. Shen and Prince Tuwumu to try their best to inform the smugglers' caravans and all the tribes in the snowfield." Yanhe folded his clothes and nodded to the two.

Shen Fangzhuo regained his senses, cupped his hands and said: "Miss Yan, please rest assured, I will help you with all my strength."

After getting up, he pondered for a while, and he showed a little distressed expression.

"It's just that Miss Yan doesn't know that the ice season is coming, and flying boats are difficult. In previous years, private caravans would withdraw from the snowfield before the ice season. This year, the cold wave came quickly, and they evacuated earlier. I am afraid that there are not many people still in the snowfield at this time." .I can only guarantee that Prince Tuwumu will definitely send the most elite Qinglang Cavalry to the various tribes to inform."

Seeing that Yanheyi's expression was not very good-looking, Shen Fangzhuo added in time.

"However, it is not far from the Pantheon Festival at this time, and all the tribes have set off for Thule. Before arriving in Thule, they must be able to inform them all. Fighting is prohibited on the Pantheon Festival, and many tribes work together to put pressure on Thule. , even Thule cannot reach the will of the entire snowfield. The young master will return safely."

Yan Heyi nodded.

Tu Jumu whistled and released the vultures.

According to Shen Fangzhuo's explanation, the Canglang tribe is located in the southern part of the Chama Basin, far away from the Tule tribe, so they have to leave immediately, and it is also convenient to convey the news.

Boom, boom, boom.

The heavy war drums sounded, and the Canglang tribe raised their flags and set up camp, and the wolves and war horses moved forward like a red tide.

At the same time, all the pastoral areas in the snow field, and all the tribes, large and small, are also preparing to leave for Tule to participate in the Pantheon Festival.The warriors of the Thule tribe are also making arrangements in an orderly manner.

The wind and snow are surging, and the frenzy is approaching.

Scavenging vultures circle the sky.

Affected by the icy wind during the ice season, Yanheyi no longer traveled by flying boat, but drove forward with the wolf tribe.

The letter from the Patriarch of the Chou Family was folded in her arms.

If Shen Fangzhuo could read the original letter, maybe he would overthrow his conjecture just now... Yan Heyi is really embarrassed to directly repeat the original words of the old Patriarch, the current Patriarch, and the elders... The letter is full of all kinds of violent words Declaration, I think Dongzhou is already in chaos at this time.

Even if it is Yanheyi, it must be said that the elders of the Qiu family are extremely domineering.

The move of the family to prevent the elders from rushing to the snow field must have completely angered those old guys.They offered terrifying rewards such as "Dongzhou Tea Ceremony" and "Beast Sacred Skeleton". They didn't want to delay the situation at all, but directly overturned the entire gambling table.

The enemies want to enter the snowfield, even dare to smash down the most important economic lifeline.

——Who dares to stop? !

Yan Heyi has always felt that it is a miracle that the young master can grow up in this kind of family that flips the table and chops up the audience at every turn, and doesn't spend all day looking at who is not pleasing to the eye and destroying whom...

Thinking of the young master, Yan Heyi couldn't help feeling worried.

I don't know how the young master is doing now?

Her young master is so precious and delicate.On weekdays, if you bump into someone casually, you will leave a red mark.If the temperature of the tea is slightly higher or lower, it will not be able to drink; if the bed is not flat enough, and the quilt is not soft enough, it will be difficult to sleep.Falling into a poor and small tribe like Thule, isn't it a living suffering...

The more I think about it, the more distressed I become.

Yan Heyi drove his horse forward, wishing to fly to the Holy Snow Mountain immediately,

only……

Ruoyan Heyi knew that the family was in the palm of his hand, and the young master who was too squeamish to be more squeamish was suffering, so he would definitely draw his sword on the spot and fight with the Tule tribe.

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In the elephant room, papers were scattered all over the floor. Except for a few elegant handwriting, the rest of the strokes on the paper were full of words, but the rest of the strokes seemed stiff, but each stroke was written with extra seriousness: Qiu Bodeng, Qiu Bodeng, Qiu Bodeng, Qiu Bodeng, Qiu Bodeng, Qiu Bodeng thin light...

Or Qiu Bodeng.

The charcoal pencil rolled over the three Zhongyuan characters that the Thule wizard first learned to write.The low table legs with dark gold and copper patterns sometimes move forward and sometimes backward.

Bringing the felt blanket to wrinkle back and forth.

A pair of pure white hands were firmly grasping the edge of the short case.The narrow sleeves of the capable hunting suit of the Thule tribe were torn down, and the sleeves with red background and gold patterns bound a snowy and thin forearm, with fingertips, knuckles, finger mounds, metacarpal bones, and wrist bones... All are tense, and the pale blue meridians are clearly visible.

The owner of the hand pressed his cheek to the table.

Tears like broken diamonds stained his trembling eyelashes, his lips opened unconsciously, and the breath he exhaled condensed into a small piece of white mist on the smooth crimson paint... The blue hair was pulled aside, The exposed neck is slightly arched.

The delicate cervical spine was illuminated by the fire into lines like green hills and ridges.

Another male arm, held by the sleeve of the dark black hunting suit, was supporting the boy.

"Arlan."

The warm lips fall on the light and shadow of the ridge, one by one, slowly worshiping.

bit by bit.slowly.slowly.

... Arlan, Arlan, Arlan, what Arlan!

asshole!

Under the fingertips, the cold copper pattern began to heat up, and Qiu Bodeng was so uncomfortable that he wanted to bite... It was too much!This guy is getting too much.He stood up with difficulty, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the black sleeve that was propped by his side. His fingertips seemed to vent his anger, leaving red marks on the back of the other's pale hand.

But the person who wants to reward has not got what he wants, and has been refusing to give up.

The kisses became more and more intensive, still slow, dangerous and difficult.

The fingertips that were scratching the back of the man's hand lost strength, and the root of the finger rested on the back of his hand tremblingly. The young master couldn't take it anymore, and broke down and shouted: "Hu, Hu Gecuo... Hu Gecuo!"

Shout out!Come on!

Just as the last syllable fell, Qiu Bodeng, who had just stood up, fell forward suddenly, and was embraced by the arms bound in the hunting suit.

In the short, sharp voice, the copper-footed dwarf slid forward a certain distance.

The young man raised his head, and the back of his head touched the collar of the man's totem-embroidered hunting jacket, with tears in his eyes.

... Arlo!

His voice broke in his throat.

Fine beads of sweat slid into the tightly buttoned collar along the rolling Adam's apple.

The dark red collar formed a dignified neck, and a pair of brass-backed buttons inlaid with lapis lazuli rose and fell with his Adam's apple.Further down, all the buttons are well buttoned... except for the silver belt used to tie the middle and lower part of the hunting coat, the buckle is loose.

The top of the Thule hunting suit is composed of a four-finger-wide metal rectangular badge, usually with nine sections, each section is edged with seal letters, and the middle is inlaid with reliefs carved from white jade, coral beads, and three-eyed gemstones, which are connected by buckles. .Now, the two middle sections fold forward for a while, and fall down again for a while.

The buckle and the buckle folded and collided, making a crisp sound.

Wizard Thule took the boy's sweaty hand.

Tell him to feel the embossment on the two dangling silver belts.

"Well……"

Qiu Bodeng whimpered like a small animal.

The young man's slender fingers struggled violently between the man's broad fingers. He tried desperately to break free, but he was powerless. He could only touch the reliefs bit by bit...