"This is a wolf fang. We wear it to ward off evil spirits." The wounded soldier quickly took off the wolf fang and handed it to Xiao Chen with both hands.
It's not easy to say anything in my heart, otherwise how could I meet a little evil god like you?
"Oh, it's pretty good-looking." Xiao Ye played with it for a while and returned it to him.
"General Xiao, if you like it, you can stay and play." The wounded soldier said flatteringly.
"Huh? Isn't this embarrassing?" Xiao Ye scratched his head, but he still liked the wolf fang.
"It is my honor that you are willing to accept this villain's gift." 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 fang, reached out and took out a gold ingot in his arms, and handed it to the wounded soldier, "Then this is for you."
This gold ingot has twelve weights and can buy a thousand wolf teeth...
But Xiao Ye has no idea about gold and silver, and he doesn't even know where this gold ingot came from. He only knows one truth: when others give him gifts, he must give them back.
This is polite.
But soon he became rude, because when the wounded soldiers saw this, they took out all kinds of small bits and pieces from their bodies and presented them with both hands, begging Xiao Ye to accept them no matter what!
They are not coveting the big gold ingot, but they regard Xiao Ye as a god. Giving him these things is equivalent to offering sacrifices to the gods. As long as the gods accept their sacrifices, they will definitely bless them in the future!
At least it can protect me from meeting him again in the future...if there is ever a future.
But Xiao Chen was embarrassed, and he didn't have any gifts to give back. What should he do?
Monk Hui Hai happened to pass by. Seeing Xiao Ye's embarrassment, he smiled and said, "Just accept what others 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, what's your name?" Some of the wounded soldiers looked at the sinister-looking monk and felt that he looked familiar.
"My Dharma name is Hui Hai." Hui Hai doesn't look like a monk, nor does he sound like a monk.
"Hui Hai..." The wounded soldier thought hard. The person he once knew did not have that name. After all, that person was not a monk.
"Are you Wumuhe?" Huihai suddenly grinned, "You are really lucky."
"You are General Feng Sihai under Li Tanhua!" This Wumuhe is from Mojie, and he is not a soldier, but a commander of thousands.
At that time, Wanyan Pingqiu's brother Wanyan Pingzuo relied on his bravery and personally led a thousand jingqi to kill Li Tanhua. As a result, he was hacked to death by Li Tanhua. There were only a dozen of the thousand jingqi left. At that time, it was still Centurion's Ebony River was one of those lucky enough to survive.
Wumuhe fought extremely bravely and his martial arts skills were quite powerful. Feng Sihai fought him for dozens of rounds before defeating him.
It's convenient to put a shovel on his neck and ask him if he obeys?
Wumuhe yelled and cursed loudly, not only dissatisfied, but also not afraid at all.
Feng Sihai admired him very much. Not only did he not kill him, he also invited him to have a drink, got him drunk, left him a horse and left.
Such a heroic act would naturally make Wumuhe unforgettable for the rest of his life, but he never expected to meet him again in his lifetime.
But General Feng, are you serious about becoming a monk?
How could Lord Buddha accept someone like you!
"I had already laid down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately. However, there are too many monsters in the world, so I had to start killing again... Wumuhe, you have damaged your virtue, can you still drink?" Monk Huihai looked up to the sky and laughed.
"As long as you still have a breath, you can drink it! At most, you will die drunk on the battlefield, so what?" Wu Muhe also laughed heartily.
"I knew you were a man. Come on, come drink with me!" Hui Hai picked up Wu Mu He and carried him on his back. The two of them talked and laughed all the way, just like brothers.
But while they were drinking, the two 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 but feel sad and angry. Start from the heart.
When the two armies are fighting, it is normal for whoever kills them. They can cherish each other's feelings and turn enemies into friends when they look back. But the fact that you, Li Tanhua, turned our prince's head into a chamber pot is intolerable!
I, Wumuhe, am not talented. As long as I bump into you, Li Tanhua, I will kill him at any cost to avenge the prince!
He made our prince's head into a chamber pot, then I'll cut off his bald head and use it as a football!
The quarrel became more and more fierce, and finally they broke up unhappy.
But Hui Hai still told the medical officers and nurses to take good care of this person. Although this kid is not sensible, he is still a man. Please trouble all the genius doctors and nurses to take care of me. Instead of looking at the Buddha's face, just look at my monk's face.
Although they won a great victory, Xiao Chen and Wu Luolan also lost a lot of their brothers. Especially the Xianbo cavalry suffered heavy losses. According to statistics, there were seven or eight thousand casualties.
Xiao Chen's men also suffered hundreds of casualties, almost all of them infantry.
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. The two lines of large characters on it were written by Xiao Chen himself: Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather!
The names of all the fallen soldiers were also engraved on it. Xiao Chen, Wu Luolan, Zhuge Xiaosheng, and Qiu Muling personally paid homage in front of the stone tablet.
All were silent.
Suddenly they heard the melodious sound of the Morin Qin, and several people turned 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 be deeper.
Qiu Muling listened for a long time and suddenly sang along to the tune. His voice was rough and majestic, hoarse and passionate, and revealed an indescribable sadness.
He used the ancient Xianbei dialect, which Xiao Chen and others could not understand.
"Wuluolan, what is he singing?" Xiao Chen quietly asked Uluolan next to him.
"Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain." Wu Luolan said softly.
Xiao Chen got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it. It turned out that this was a Chilean song that had been lost for thousands of years!
No wonder it sounds so sad and majestic.
Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is blue and the wilderness is vast.
Cows and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass.
In fact, the Chile song was originally a ballad of the Chile tribe, but the Chile tribe has long since disappeared, and their language has long been lost.
The ancient Xianbei language used by Qiu Muling is not the original song.
But it’s also shocking enough.
"Old Man Mogan, please give me a copy of the score of this song." Xiao Chen doesn't like any music, but he has a soft spot for this ancient ballad.
But old man Mogan squinted his eyes and stared into the distance without saying a word. He seemed to have been immersed in this ancient song and did not hear Xiao Chen's words.
"Don't disturb his old man, he is asleep." Uluolan reached out and pulled the corner of Xiao Chen's clothes and said softly.
Old Man Mogan was not asleep, but in a long sleep.
This song had exhausted all his energy.
Several people walked softly and left silently, as if no one dared to disturb the sleeping old man.
After walking far away, Xiao Chen looked back and saw old man Mogan still sitting cross-legged on the ground in the night, looking into the distance, like a silent stone statue...
