Chapter 7 Hand in Hand

The fatigue on the king's face was swept away, and his amber eyes also flashed with scorching light, looking at the serious and crazy appearance of the great shaman. How many times has he thought about the emperor of the world? Many times in his dream, he wanted to trample the richest land in the south, the most magnificent Louque, into the most vast pasture with the iron hooves of the barbarians, so that the herdsmen could move south to the warm and humid Mengyang, and no longer have to endure the bitter and poor life. These are the dreams of every generation of barbarian kings! But who has succeeded for so many years? Zhuo Ligetu Chinas, who is the closest to success, just forced the emperor of Mengyang to sign a contract and withdraw it. They both love and hate the vast and rich land in the south. They want to occupy it for themselves but are afraid that the Tengri God will be angry...

He looked down at the child in the arms of the big shaman. This is the descendant of General Mengyang Zhentian. He respects the peerless general. If they hadn't belonged to different camps, they might have become friends! Unfortunately, Mengyang's military emperor has died. What a pity! But leaving a bloodline on the grassland, shouldn't we let him live and even cultivate him into a hero like his father? The same is true of the twin sons of Shen. Shen Gulan is a hero of a generation. How can his son be mediocre?

The dragon dives deep in the stream, how can you know how to dance in the sky after the Spring Festival?

"Buri Post, make a decision while we are still alive and have energy! Thirty years ago, when your father decided to march south, he lost and encountered landslides when we crossed the wilderness and mountains. A large number of warriors were killed and injured before fighting with Mengyang! Coupled with the hegemony of the Shenluo emperor at that time, we returned because of hatred, and your father was impeached by the rest and died of depression. At that time, you were just the son of a child, but I had been a man of man for nearly ten years. I remember clearly what happened at that time. I remember that my teacher took my hand before he died and said that he wanted me to assist the king, but I suffered an unprecedented failure during my assistance to your father, and you didn't achieve anything during your reign!" The big shaman looked solemn and his voice became extremely sonorous! I'm dying and won't live long... You're no longer young, but I still remember that your father passed away, you inherited the throne, you knelt in front of me, and I danced a sacrificing to the gods. At that time, my hair was not gray, and your face was also young... But more than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, I'm about to die, and you can't be left. How much time... If we don't do anything, can we be worthy of the piety of the millions of barbarians who regard us as gods?"

The king's eyes were distracted. Although there was no fire in the tent, the loss and fatigue in the king's eyes could still be seen clearly. That's the helplessness of slowly aging, no longer having the strength to hold the knife, and no longer riding a war horse to build achievements! The king is old, and this southern expedition has also had a great impact on him. He originally planned to pass the king's position to Suil and Ke when he came back from the southern expedition, but now the internal contradictions of the barbarians are still severe. Su Rile and Ke can't control the recalcitrant, the Khan king and the tricky nobles at all! He couldn't help thinking of what his father said at that time: "If a king does not die, there must be no other king!" It's like two suns can't appear in the sky!"

Maybe I can fight for a few more years. When I die, things will go well within the barbarians. When Suil and Ke are mature, I can also give the position of king to Suil and Ke at ease!

"Have you thought about it? While we still have a breath!" The great shaman looked at the king fixedly, with a stiff neck, like a cow dragging a heavy cart, and the persistence in his eyes was frightening.

"Uncle Nest and Lehe, let me call you that again! Listening to you, I let my naked white wolf flag stick into a corner of the forehead of the world... You're right, why do we barbarians live in such a place... We can also be the emperor of the world..." The king said stunned, as if he had fallen into endless nightmares, which is both longing and boundless Zhang. Crazy!

"Need and Leh, Nested and Lech Harchi, my name! I almost forgot!" The big shaman said sadly, "When I was a teenager, I studied astrology, divination, sacrifices and rituals. At that time, the teacher was called the big shaman, and I was called the little shaman. Since then, few people have called me by my name. At that time, a partner said that from the day I was selected as a student by the teacher, my life was It's different from him. I am a high-ranking messenger, a noble shaman, and he is still a slave cub of sheep. Now, when he grows up, when he dies... As a result, he really died, and I don't even know when and how he died... It just disappeared! People of my generation have almost died, and few people know my name! Everyone knows that the great shaman of Chinasi is an envoy appointed by the Tengri God, but they don't know that he is a mortal born in a dilapidated tent and grew up drinking horse milk lamb like every barbarian. He also has a barbarian name, nest and Lech Halchi..."

"But it doesn't make sense to say so much now! Japanese post, now is our last chance! This child, and the son of Mengyang Shenguo you brought back, we put all the bets on them. If we win the bet, it will be the glory of our barbarian people for thousands of years. We can also ride horses to swim in the city of Mengyang, or herd sheep in the southern land, and even let our barbarian children learn. Lifa, so that when they grow up, they will know that everyone in the barbarians is a brother and a family, so that there will be no war between tribes! Bo Ri Tie, isn't this something you've been thinking about for a long time?

The king's eyes flashed like a jumping flame, suddenly extinguished and suddenly agitated. From his amber-like warm eyes, he could not see what he was thinking. It was neither longing nor obsessed with fanaticism, but on the contrary, it was a worry and heartfelt worry.

"Big Shaman, what if we fail? What will happen if you fail? Have you ever thought about this? The king looked at the big shaman and said seriously.

The big shaman was speechy for a while! Failure? He didn't think about it, or he didn't dare to think about it! He dares not imagine what will happen if his plan fails! This child is a god walking in the sky and clouds. He is now stealing the power of God to work for the barbarians. He is provoking the existence of a higher level of power! I can't say what will happen, but it is by no means easy for millions of barbarians to bear!

What if it succeeds? There is always a small voice in my heart that is stubbornly speaking. If it succeeds, it will be the restoration of the whole barbarians! There is a good saying in the south: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger son..." Seek wealth and death in danger, and let heaven!

He looked into Bo Ri Tie's eyes and didn't know how to answer, and didn't know how to explain the possible tragedy! He is gambling that he will not live long. At worst, he will die, but he will gamble on the future of millions of the barbarians with his aging life. Can he win and lose?

The king didn't say a word, and his amber eyes have been staring at the big shaman, waiting for his answer... He is persistently waiting. He is the king of the barbarian clan. He must think of every detail to avoid any possible risks!

The big shaman was hesitating to tell the king the worst result. At this time, Su He led Shen Fan into the tent. Su He opened the cowhide curtain for him and went out. After all, he was a general. As long as he fought a good battle to prevent the clan from being bullied, some things should not be known to him.

Shen Fan was dressed in white, with his black hair tied into a flowing bunch behind his head, and the hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyes, but his dark forehead eyes were like the purest night sky, and he would be deeply lost in it at a glance!

The big shaman looked at Shen Fanshuang with a shallow smile on his face. When his eyes fell into the young man's eyes, he could no longer move away! This young man's eyes seemed to be another world. From it, he watched the sun rise and set, the moon was full of losses, the stars shone and fell, saw the changes of the vicissitudes of the mulberry fields, saw the building built and turned into ruins, saw the birth of life and old and return to nothingness... In the young man's eyes, there was clearly another The universe...

He said in a daz, "Big-Great Prophecy... Pure blood prophet? Is this the existence of peeping at the sky?"

Shen Fansong nodded to the king and the great shaman and bowed. He is a VIP, so naturally he doesn't have to salute like a herdsman on the grassland. Fan Shuang has seen the king and the great Tengri messenger!" The tone is modest and not humble, and the nobleness of the family is vividly displayed. It is really pleasant to interact with such a person. It's just that such a good boy drifts to the wild grassland in the far north, which is inevitably sad.

The big shaman doesn't even care about anything. He looked down at the sleeping night stars in his arms, and looked at Shen Fanshuang standing there with a respectful smile, as if he had set off a terrible wave in his heart. His worldview seemed to collapse the moment he saw Shen Fanshuang...

"Is this child a sorcerer? Is he a prophet? Tengri God, why did you two appear on the grassland at the same time? Is this going against the sky? The big shaman said to himself. The two secret races standing at the top of the world now appear alive in front of him. Is this really the gods who favored them and gave the barbarians this opportunity to recover? Is this a blessing or a curse? He dares not think about it any more. The current situation has made him afraid to look directly at it!

The big shaman looked at the king and said, "Buri Tie, you didn't go for nothing in this southern expedition!"

"I originally planned to give the twin sons to the big shaman as a student, and I want the twin sons to become the next great shaman of the barbarians! This is my original idea. As for now, the big shaman can cultivate it as much as he thinks, but one thing is that the twins are distinguished guests and must not be neglected at all!" The king said in a low voice.

"Hehe! The king laughed! Fan Shuang is just a son of a lonely family. He can't escape the wanted hunt in Mengyang. Thanks to the care of the king, he can survive on the grassland. How can he be regarded as a distinguished guest? Everything is arranged by the king and the great shaman..." Shen Fanshuang said with a smile, with an extremely gentle and warm smile.

"Isn't the two-son deaf? How..."

"Oh, the big shaman doesn't know anything. He has lost his hearing since childhood, but he has mastered the ability to distinguish other people's words by looking at their mouths. It's not a big deal to communicate with others!"

The big shaman was shocked again. Looking at what the population said, this can be called a magic skill!

"You can learn from me in the future. I will teach you the rules of the operation of the world, teach you how to control the lifeblood of power, and give you how to spy on the secrets..." The great shaman said, "Please give this child to the fool. Although his power is helpless to me, I can guide him to move his strength. Use it in the right direction... Just like the stars in the sky falling down, to destroy the world, at least let the perish and survive continue to live..."

"This matter will be the top secret of my Chi Na Si in the future! Don't let the rest know. I'm afraid they will have evil thoughts. After all, this power is so powerful that anyone can't help but be moved! One more thing, the king must be clear!" The shaman took a deep breath, as if under great pressure to say: "There are no more than five or ten years. There is no need for so many tribes on the grassland. I need a complete barbarian. I want the knives of barbarian warriors to stop facing their own people. We must unite to face the resistance from the south! Bo Ri Tie, do you know what to do?

The king looked at the big shaman in a daz, and the shock in his heart was more intense than that of the big shaman. Is this going to start a campaign on the grassland? I have never seen a lazy big shaman say such a thing. Is this still the big shaman he knows? In my impression, the big shaman is watching him grow up. He likes to drink and eat grilled otter meat and wanders lazily on the grassland. He is crazy... But now that the big shaman speaks to him with such a look, he simply can't tell whether he should believe the words of the two?

It seems that after seeing these two aliens from the south, something in the bones of the great shaman has awakened. The inherent hegemony of the grassland barbarians, the desire for wealth and power, and the persistent pursuit of ruling the world... These things that a barbarian should have had since birth are in the great shaman. After saving for nearly a lifetime, it finally broke out at the end of life. At this time, the world will be moved by it!

I don't know when the night star in his arms opened his eyes, and his dark red pupils looked at the only few people in the empty tent. His eyes were not empty this time. His dark red eyes seemed to have blood to flow out and flames to jump. He looked at the big shaman holding him in turn, looking at the serious king, and finally fell on Shen Fan's eyes and stopped!

The dark red pupils looked at each other with the dark eyes, and the little boy and the young man's eyes blended. It's like a bloody purgatory intertwined with the vast universe. The child's face was expressionless, and Zhu Hong's sharp lips were tightly squeezed, and the shallow smile on Shen Fan's face suddenly became cold and hard, and the light in his eyes did not despise the meaning of this weak child at all. It turned out to be regarded as an opponent who could compete with him.

The child's hand wrapped in the sheepskin felt struggled out and leaned towards Shen Fan, and his white hand was carved out like a warm jade. Shen Fan took two steps forward and stretched out his hand, holding their hands together. At the moment when their hands were clenched together, the king and the great shaman suddenly felt that the world was broken between their clenched hands. The world they competed for and exchanged blades and blood was just a plaything in the palms of these two people...

The child looked at Shen Fanshuang with no expression on his face. Shen Fanshuang also looked down at the child, and the two hands clenched together. This is the first time in many years that the sorcerer has joined hands with the prophet. No one knows what will happen in the future! Two beings like gods will determine the future direction, and all sentient beings are just like ant clouds...

Mengyang Miaocheng, tens of millions of miles away, a**. The man in a scarlet robe and even scarlet hair suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were terrible blood red, and his pale face twisted into a cold smile, which made his handsome and genderless face suddenly become devious, as if there was a mask on his skin.

He gently opened and closed his blood-red lips and said, "Have you come together? Is it a magician and a prophet? Did the prophet also appear?"

He stood up, his slender and straight body was as sharp as a sheathed sword, and his elegant robe wrapped around him like clouds. He raised his hands in front of him, clenched his fists and loosened them. He seemed to be very satisfied with his state, and the smile at the corners of his mouth became clearer and brighter. Yuexin--" he whispered.

A 12-year-old girl came over. She was also wearing a scarlet robe and had a clever expression on her pink face. But the child's eyes are full of vicissitudes. The bright eyes are not as naive as a teenage girl, but they are faintly tired and gloomy, like an old soul living in a young body.

"Let's go and find Emperor Lin Xi! This is the time to lay out the big picture," he held the girl's hair and said, "The real world is our stage, the world is the game, everything is chess, and we are the guide of the world's change and evolution. After all, we have too much power to stand in the clouds and look down on the world..."

"Yuexin strictly obeys Lord Shura's instructions!" The girl said softly, and her voice sounded as good as a newly thawed stream.

"Remember that you are the god who wants to walk in the clouds, which is different from mortals! You don't need to be kind, because there is no beating heart in God's chest, only cold iron stone. If I teach you, you should keep in mind that we are the ones who adjust the balance of the world. We only need to weaken too strong and support too weak! We are like holding countless beasts in captivity. We just need to watch them fight each other, fight, perish or evolve, that's all!" Shura's narrow eyes drooped and looked at the well-behaved girl. Her voice was full of playful and jokes, but the words were colder than Bingge's blood.

The girl was still expressionless and said in a soft voice, "Moon heart remembered..."