As the saying goes, the spring breeze is sad at Ziyuan Pass, and the word Ziyuan refers to the junction of Zihao and Yuan Dynasties. Although the original poem is majestic and majestic, what it says is not exactly that.
Except for the Zihao East Territory and the entire Great Yuan Territory, it is also difficult to find the spring breeze near the summer pine. Although there is no sign of spring all year round like the first two, it still has to wait until the Grain Rain in the Qingming Festival to feel a little bit. The appearance of the winter season is very cold and lonely in the rest of the season, and the mountains are all wrapped in residual snow, pale and solemn.
"Zoomachuan is really not suitable for walking." Under the mountains, a woman in gorgeous clothes grabbed the black stallion, frowning, looking at the strange and broken rocks on both sides, which looked like knives and axes, with a particularly solemn expression.
People from the Dayuan Dynasty all know how to move horses. There are big rivers around them, so you really shouldn't rush your horses up the mountain. Moreover, there are a lot of gravel and rocks around. If the horse's hoof steps on it, it is very likely to injure the horse's ankle, even if it is a black horse's foot. It's extremely strong, but it's hard to be safe. I injured my ankle, and it would be extremely difficult for me to go on my way.
The woman's worries are not entirely due to this, but the tight roads around her always make her feel fearful.
The horses stepped on the sand and snow, making uneven sounds, but on the two cliffs, except for the cry of eagles and the wind, there was no other sound.
The woman held the long knife at her waist and pulled the reins with one hand, while Yu Yu walked alone.
The north wind swirled and Momo whimpered.
So the woman raised the palm holding the rein, as if to gather the loose hair back to her temples, but as soon as she raised her palm, there were more arrow feathers in it. Even though it was in the palm, it was still trembling.
The gravel in Zoumachuan is as big as a bucket, and there is no sound of wind.
Instead, the bowstring crashed.
On the cliffs on both sides, bow strings were blown by the wind, and it rained heavily for a while.
The woman slashed the handle of the knife toward the back of the horse, only to see the black deer suddenly hiss and run left and right, not in a straight line, but it moved very fast to avoid the hail of arrows.
The sword came out, and more than ten arrow feathers were all chopped off. The woman hit the horse and walked, pressing her shoulders against the saddle bridge and cutting off the arrow feathers with one hand, and she was fighting and walking.
After all, the arrow feathers were thick, and one arrow feather came like a falling star, scratching the woman's cheek, causing blood to fly and fall on the horse's mane.
This arrow is cunning, vicious and extremely powerful.
But the woman slowly reined in the horse, turned around, faced hundreds of arrow feathers, spread her hands, and sat still with her eyes closed.
The arrow feathers break through the wind, but they hover again and again.
A round formation separated the rustling north wind, and then stopped a wave of arrow feathers. It was like a majestic giant armor spread out in the mountains, isolating all the arrow feathers.
The arrow feather closest to the woman was hanging an inch in front of the woman's eyes, the arrow trembling with cold light.
"Someone from the Maodi tribe of the Great Yuan Dynasty respectfully invites the young master of Ziluan Palace to return!"
"Someone from the Great Yuan Liu Shu Department respectfully invites the young master of Ziluan Palace to return!"
"Great Yuan Shu dismissed the people coming from the tribe and respectfully invites the young master of Ziluan Palace to return!"
On the cliff, nearly a hundred greetings came one after another.
The woman gently wiped away the blood stains on her cheek and said to herself coldly, "With such exquisite shooting skills, he is indeed a member of the Great Yuan Dynasty, but he never thought that many tribes in the Great Yuan Dynasty would be held hostage by the Xumeng Mansion. I am really ashamed. To the clan, I feel ashamed to be the co-leader of the Dayuan tribe."
"Forget it, since you are the one who made the first move to break up the skin, I will do anything for you."
After saying that, the woman sheathed her sword, took out a small bow from the package, raised her hand to collect dozens of hovering arrow feathers, and bent the bow to nock the arrow.
"If you ask me, the young master of Ziluan Palace probably doesn't leave the house all day long and is holding his head in so stupidly." A man in fur on the mountain laughed in a low voice, "Everyone knows that arrow feathers come from the bottom. If you shoot it upwards, the strength will be reduced by at least 30 to 50%. Moreover, the north wind is so strong that it is a luxury to be able to reach the top of the mountain, let alone pierce a person's head, nonsense."
A person next to him snickered, "Don't say that, what can a woman do in martial arts? She has poor skills and poor brains, what's the big deal? Look at her face, so far away, you can still see the color of pink and white. If someone marries someone back home, I'm afraid they won't get up early."
"No, brother, what I said made me feel a little itchy. Fortunately, the situation in Ziluan Palace is over now. Otherwise, where would I have the courage to come and intercept? Maybe I could even touch the tender hands of the young palace master, and also Thanks to the lord of Xumeng Mansion."
The man looked down contentedly, but in the next moment, an arrow suddenly struck, and it flew past the man's chest. The murderous intent was so cold that it was even worse than the cold north wind.
"This little lady actually has such ability, get out of here quickly." The man was frightened, and he quickly waved to the dozen or so men around him, telling them to hide for a while, but when he turned around, he saw the frivolous man just now. The man had an arrow stuck in his eye. It entered from the eye socket and passed through the back of the head. The force was so strong that it was able to take the man two steps away.
At the foot of the Zouma River, the woman sitting firmly on the black deer fired dozens of arrows one after another. Thirty-six were killed by the arrows, eleven were seriously injured and fell off the cliff, and the rest of the ambush troops retreated.
The rock is stained with blood.
"That girl from Zhang Lingdu's family is really quite capable, but I missed her."
In the back house of Xumeng Mansion, the old man dropped his son and took a sip of tea with a smile on his face.
"The Ziluan Palace is weak now, but the previous generations of palace owners were all heroes, and they were also very talented. How could the family they accumulated be so weak? Zhang Lingdu is very talented, but his daughter's talent is... But compared to generations of senior palace masters, the palace master is still a little overconfident for making such a move." The man opposite him had a white face and no beard, and his dress was simple and neat. He looked like a scholar, but there was a red mole on his forehead. It looked like Quite creepy.
Yan Qiye smiled and said, "That girl has a very strong temper. If she is pushed too hard, she will do something that will kill her. My son can't marry a dead man, can he? In ancient times, there was such a thing as boiling fish in warm water. For the dish, you must control the heat well, and it takes a whole day to slowly turn the cold water in the cauldron to a boil. The fish is clearly dead, but you don't even know it, and the stewed soup is unpalatable to gods."
"Although this move will not make the girl feel sad, it will at least let her know that there are more than a hundred tribes in the Great Yuan Dynasty, most of which can be used by me."
Yan Qiye made another move, only to see a whole plate of sunspots without any murderous intent. This one suddenly came to life, and the evil aura was as strong as water.
"This game has been decided, there is no need to look further." The old man pursed his lips and smiled at the scribe sitting opposite him, "It's your turn to drink."
"It turns out it was not an interception, but a son planted in the girl's heart. The master of the palace is clever." The scribe took the wine pot quite readily, poured it into his throat, wiped his mouth and said, "What a warm water to boil the fish. I’ve learned a lesson from you.”
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"In recent days, the outposts that have been deployed around the Ziluan Palace have been properly arranged. I'd like to excuse you for going to inquire about the situation." The scribe bowed unsteadily, then stood up and left.
The old man nodded, glanced at the wine pot accidentally, frowned and cursed at the back of the scribe at the door, "There are only two or three sips left in the small pot of wine. How about your kid raising fish?"
