Chapter 23 The Strength of the Great Shaman

The next day.

The deep dark clouds are weighing heavily, and it seems to have accumulated blizzards and cold throughout the winter. The north wind blew, and the cold knife cut their bodies, and the horse's steps seemed to have become difficult.

Ye Xingchen silently looked at the big wind tent warriors surrounding him and the big shaman. They all have a wide face unique to the barbarians, with iron green stubble on their chins, and light armor that is easy to move - the big wind tent warriors are mainly responsible for scouting, assassinating, chasing and intercepting such tasks, and even more mobile. The thal man is better. Ye Xingchen suddenly felt as if he had returned to the Night King's Palace, and there were always many warriors secretly protecting him, like cages!

He was wrapped in thick gauze. When Uma helped him change the medicine this morning, the wound had grown a layer of tender new skin overnight, but it was still burning and painful. He had a dream all night, and his thin body was still dragging the Zhanlu sword, which was longer than him, step by step towards the star fall hall of Mengyang Emperor's capital. The tip of the sword dragged on the bluestone ground of the erratic city. He walked forward step by step and saw the star fall hall in front of him, but he couldn't go! This scene has appeared many times in his dreams, like something calling him in the Starfall Hall, and he must try his best to touch that thing.

The wind is getting colder and colder, and the silk robe of the night stars and the wind can't resist such a cold. He wore a thick big command on his shoulders. This is Uma's shoulder. When Uma's arm wrapped around his neck and tied a big belt for him, he smelled the fragrance on her body, light and soft, like A ball of silk held like water in his hand, and the fragrance is like a Hycust in the mountains at the end of summer at night...

The big shaman in front of him looked very gloomy, and the old man seemed to have been unhappy since he saw the injury on his hand last night. The old man is usually crazy and drunk, but when he is really serious, he is more frightening than anyone else. The anger of the great shaman represents the anger of the Tengri god... No one dares to disobey the will of the great shaman.

Ye Xingchen didn't know why the big shaman had to follow the samurai this morning. He could go alone, not to mention that there were so many warriors escorting him walking on the camp of the Chinasi Department. But the big shaman looked so bad that he didn't dare to ask...

A team of people walked in the cold wind for a while, and the sky was still gloomy, with no image of dawn. Thick dark clouds rolled overhead as if the sky was about to fall. It is said that this weather will last until early April next year. The winter and summer of the grassland are very long, and the spring and autumn are very short. If you don't pay attention, you will have to change from a thick sheepskin jacket to a coarse cloth coat. But only the grassland in winter and summer is the most beautiful. In winter, the snow can be more than a foot thick, and the thicker snow can bury a person. The whole world is white. The lead black clouds are connected with the white earth, and the white snow is more pure and beautiful. The Rana River will also freeze more than a foot of ice in winter, connecting the two sides. At that time, the horseshoe can be wrapped in thick sheepskin and can step on the north bank of the river to hunt yellow sheep. Yellow mutton in winter is the best.

In summer, the tender green grass buds grow out and emit a slightly pungent aroma by the sun. The sky and earth are green again. The clear rivers are smooth and winding to divide the grass, and are dotted with large and small clear and bright lakes. From time to time, you can see a blooming mulberry flowers when you turn over a small hill. You can see a group of pure white sheep swimming on the grassland, and herdsmen will ride on the winter. The hairy horse, with a whip, hummed and drafted the original long tune, accompanied by the horse-headed piano to drive the animals loosely. The sky overhead is blue and clear, as if the sky has become higher. Sometimes it suddenly rained like a prank, and it quickly cleared up. Looking against the light, a rainbow suddenly hung in the sky. Green grass, blue sky, clear water, gorgeous rainbow, lazy shepherds, melodious grassland... The beauty of the grassland is so pure and simple.

Ye Xingchen looked up at the cloudy sky. The clouds were dark without a sense of hierarchy, and there seemed to be thousands of snow and cold in it. Suddenly, his face felt cold, and sporadic snowflakes fell gently on his face and melted away. He reached out to catch a snowflake, but the snow at his fingertips soon melted into water and rolled down, and the pure white gauze of the wound could not be distinguished from the snowflake... He couldn't help sighing and spitting out a long string of fog.

has arrived. General Zaerhua was standing outside his tent with a wolf blade, squinting his bright green eyes and watching the team of warriors coming. His eyes swept quickly and stopped on the big shaman in a bright sacrificial robe. The muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, because the eyes of the big shaman also covered him, and the big shaman with a gloomy face was irreversible.

The warrior carefully took the night star down from the horse, but the old man jumped directly from the horse and ran to Zha Erhua without looking back. As he ran, the old man pulled out the silver dagger around his waist, and his wrist shook quickly. The dagger had been held in his hand with his backhand. His running speed is like a gust of wind, but it is more invincible than the gentle and weightless wind. His beard fluttered behind him, and his long robe hunted behind him, like a running horse. The old man's eyes were like an eagle, and a distance of more than ten meters arrived in a blink of an eye. He quickly made Zaerhua draw a knife and couldn't reflect it.

After all, Zaerhua is the third warrior of Chi Nasi. How can she fall so easily? When his big shaman's dagger was about to cut his neck, the blade of the wolf blade finally sealed the big shaman's weapon, but he was still shocked and retreated a few steps. He never thought that the short old man had such explosive power. The big shaman did not fight with him. After the dagger was blocked, he immediately stopped and blocked it in an instant. His movements were fast and scary. Zaerhua retreated desperately, and he could only retreat, because the big shaman's knife was to seal his hand to draw the knife.

The warriors were stunned. On the one hand, they were their general, and on the other hand, they were the noble shamans in the clan. They didn't know who to help. After a moment, they knelt down, put their foreheads against the ground, and worshipped the two fighting people.

The big shaman seems to be able to predict the action of Zaerhua in advance, and the edge of the dagger always appears where Zaerhua's next action is. Therefore, Zaer didn't even retreat for a while, and didn't even have a chance to draw a knife.

I have never seen a big shaman take action, but this is the first time, but Zha Erhua is overwhelmed. The light blade of the silver dagger could be cut by wiping the body of the flower. His bright green eyes could even detect the smallest details of the blade, but his movements could not catch up with the big shaman. The old man actually sealed himself with a foot-long dagger that he couldn't even pull out the knife in more than a dozen moves! It seems that the big shaman hasn't done his best yet.

Zha Erhua was finally angry, and the big shaman attacked him quietly. Although he was a noble shaman, did he have to be such a coward? The will of being a samurai alone cannot be tolerated. He no longer retreated, but took a step forward and hit the big shaman. The big shaman's dagger stabbed straight into his chest. Zerhua did not dodge. Half of his wolf blade had been pulled out. As long as the knife came out of the sheath, he was no longer at a disadvantage. After all, a wolf blade more than one meter long has an advantage in length.

'ceng——' The dagger of the great shaman stabbed on the armor of the flower, but did not pierce the armor. His face changed a little, which was unexpected. He caught a glimpse of the blade that the blade was completely out of its sheath, and the wolf blade made a sad sound like a wolf hunting in the snowy night. Zerhua was supported by the big shaman with a dagger. He rotated his body, and the edge of the dagger cut an incandescent mark on the armor. The wolf blade in his right hand drew a smooth knife arc with his figure and turned around to cut the great shaman.

The blade is full of heaven and earth, and the big shaman only feels that his eyes are full of the sharp edge of the wolf blade, like a lotus composed of blades surrounding him. His dagger is still on the armor of the flower. The one-meter-long wolf blade and the arm span of the flower draw a nearly two-meter knife circle, and the rotating flower is the center of the circle, as if this circle is the most complete thing between heaven and earth, just like a god can draw such a circle.

The knife circle wrapped the big shaman in it. If it can't retreat, it will meet the snowy blade and be cut into two pieces. The big shaman smiled, and a contemptuous smile flew out of the corners of his mouth. He did not retreat, but crashed into Zaerhua's arms. His left hand pointed into a knife and cut it on Zaerhua's knife-wiel's forear arm, but the dagger of his right hand had reached his throat. The knife of the wolf blade is weaker, but it is difficult to take it back. The rotating blade has been cut into the waist of the shaman, but it is no longer the thunderous momentum. The big shaman shouted in a low voice, and his left hand exerted his strength. His thin fingers pinched Zaerhua's wrist. His fingertips pinched his soft tendons. The hand holding the knife seemed to have been pulled out of its strength. The wolf blade came out and flew out of the waist of the big shaman and inserted it in front of the warriors kneeling on the ground.

Zha Erhua's eyes looked down along the edge of the silver dagger against her throat, but they met the gloomy eyes of the big shaman. The old man's eyes stared at him fiercely as if they were about to spit out flames. Although there was blood dripping from the waist of the big shaman, the hand holding the dagger was still stable. The dagger was against the throat knot of the flower, and he could feel the coldness of the silver dagger nearby.

I have to admit this fact that Zaerhua has failed! Since becoming the general of the big wind tent, Zha Erhua has been defeated by a nearly 70-year-old man, and he was defeated by a silver dagger! He is as angry as a tooth-pulled wolf, but opposite him is the big shaman. He has hurt the big shaman, which is an unforgivable sin...

"Turn to the wolf front, but that's all." The big shaman said softly.

Zerhua was silent, and he was defeated. Naturally, he could not refute anything. What does the big shaman mean?

"You didn't do what I said, this is a punishment for you!" The big shaman roared in a low voice. It was hard to imagine that his thin and old body could burst into such a strong roar, and it took Zaer'er's head to buzz for a moment.

"That child?"

"Yes! I said it was just to make a look. Why did you make him practice so hard? Did you tell him that Suil and Ke split a wooden stake in a day? Bullshit, how can the boy be compared with the waste wood that breaks a wooden stake like a cow? You know that the child has a great determination in his heart, how can you provoke him with such words? The big shaman's face approached and whispered to Zha Erhua. He didn't want the child to hear these words.

The old man's face is so close that he can even see the fine wrinkles and beards on his face, smell the smell of alcohol in his mouth, and his angry face like a fierce god. Zaerhua was silent for a moment and said, "Since that child is an eagle in the sky, you should not restrain him and let him fly as high as he can. He is my student, and I want to teach him everything I have to fool a child. I can't do it!"

The big shaman was about to get angry, but Zaerhua didn't give him a chance to speak and continued: "Big Shaman, you love that child so much that you can't bear to hurt him. Your love for him is too deep, which is not a good thing. Even if it is a baby eagle, the female eagle will break its wings and throw it off the cliff to force it to fly. Which hero on the grassland does not come out like this?

"That child, that child..."

"I know that child is different from us. He has a higher level of power, which is unmatched by warriors like us. But what does this have to do with learning knives? The child's heart is full of hatred, unwillingness and anger. The reason why he learns knife is to let him hone his mind, but to hone his mind so that he can make better use of his strength. Zaerhua said in a low voice.

The big shaman seems to have no way to refute. He really cherished the child's life and doesn't want him to be hurt at all. When he first saw the child, he felt that he had seen his god and the Tengri god he was serving. He loved the child more than himself...

"If he shelters too much, the eagle will not fly high, not even a quail!" Zaerhua said.

The big shaman looked at him thoughtfully and slowly put down the dagger in his hand. The ground at his feet has been stained with blood, and the wound on his waist is still bleeding, but the old man can still support it. Night Star, come here!"

The child was stunned, but without hesitation, ran over quickly and stood next to the two.

"Stretch out your hand!" The big shaman shouted. The child did it.

"Do you see it? Last night, the child's hands were almost useless, full of blood and dead skin, but he didn't say a word when I treated his wound. He could bear it. I'm afraid that this child can't stand it. He is too stubborn and will hurt himself sooner or later!"

"I'm not afraid!" The child said briefly, and his voice was as decisive as a blade pierced into the skin. I'm not afraid of suffering, but afraid of surrendering... I like to endure these sufferings. I know that sooner or later I will put all these on one person..." When the child said this, he turned around and looked at the distant sky in the south. His eyes fell on the barren mountains, but the big shaman and Zaerhua felt that the child's eyes were far away. Stop getting there... To the south of the Huanghe Mountains, it is a distant and fertile Mengyang! The child turned around and smiled at the two of them, with a delicate smile, with a nobleman's unique gentleness: "These physical pains can deepen the pain in my heart, so that I won't forget, and forgetting is the most unforgivable..."

It's such a calm tone, but what people can't imagine that this is a 12-year-old child. How many things are in this child's mind? What kind of sadness have you experienced? They tried their best to read something from the child's coral-red eyes, but there was nothing in the child's eyes, clear and transparent, like a flawless crystal.

"Big Shaman, I know that you are good for my own good. Some things must be done by myself, some suffering must be eaten by me, the story starting with the sword must end with the sword, and my way must be taken by myself..." The child whispered, staring at the big Shaman and said.

The old man finally sighed, stepped back, sent the Zhuo silver dagger back to the scabbard, and said, "I care about you so much that I don't even want you to suffer a little. That's all right, it's right that you have to go your own way. But remember, since you have chosen this road, even if you kneel down, you have to walk forward and don't look back..."

The child nodded.

The big shaman turned around and was about to walk away. Zha Erhua said loudly, "Dear big shaman, when will you be honest? You have too many secrets, just like your knife skills can definitely be at the forefront of the clan, but why have you never revealed it? In fact, no one knows the past of the great shaman, because the same generation as the great shaman has died, and even the great shaman is one generation older than the king.

The big shaman was silent. He walked to the wolf blade, reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife, and threw the knife over without looking back. Zha Erhua was shocked and quickly took the rapid knife in front of her eyes, which made her hand hurt and returned it to the sheath. The big shaman did not look back and still walked forward, just saying four words: "It's easy to break!"

Zha Erhua looked at the steps of the big shaman who finally staggered down and felt that there were many secrets in the old man. Sometimes crazy, sometimes wise, like an idle eagle hovering in the sky, but when he dives down to his prey, it seems that the whole sky has collapsed...

"What on earth is the big shaman planning after so many years of concealing his light and keeping a low profile?" Zaerhua said silently that he suddenly felt very tired and very tired. He was defeated by a nearly 70-year-old man with a dagger, which was a great blow to Chi Naisi's wolf teeth... And this person is a big shaman that he has never agreed with in his heart!

He turned his head and looked at the night stars standing aside. Did the appearance of this child change the whole body of the big shaman? What's the difference between this child? If this child does not appear on the grassland, will the great shaman bring all the secrets of his life to the cemetery?

This is a variable, a variable that no one can predict...

"General, can we start?" Ye Xingchen said softly with a light smile on his face.

Zer's bright green eyes looked at the child and the thick gauze wrapped in his hands. His eyes couldn't help falling on the child's face. The shallow snowflake-like smile always made him feel unlucky...

"Keep chopping wooden piles today. If you can split wooden piles in a day, I will teach you the formal knife method."

The child nodded and walked towards the stake behind the tent