Chapter 47 Boys and Girls

The shaman's turbid eyes have no luster, and his life has become more and more old in two years. He often said to Shen Fanshuang, who followed him to learn divination and prophecy, 'He is already half a foot in front of Tengri God'. Now when I see the king of the barbarians, the two old people have some pity for each other.

"It's a good thing for the barbarians to let Yumeng leave the heart of the night stars on the grassland. We need to completely change the night stars into barbarians and completely change his living habits, way of thinking and sense of belonging. Only in this way can he have no scruples in the future war against Mengyang. Let the most beautiful barbarian girl marry him, and have a few barbarian children to form a family and dilute Mengyang's position in his heart... We can't delay this any more!" The big shaman also lay in the grass like a king, with his limbs open into a 'big' word, and the ribs on his thin chest are clearly visible.

Seeing that the king didn't say anything, he continued: "Night Xingchen is 16 years old. Even if he is 16 years old in the grassland, he can get married and join the army. That child is becoming more and more... What to say, more and more unpredictable. I can't see what he is thinking. When facing him, like facing the starry sky of the whole universe, even I will be humiliate in front of him and feel that I am not even as good as a small gravel. The child's temperament is far more than that of a secular emperor. He is like a god walking on earth. In the past two years, the night stars have grown up, and this temperament is becoming more and more obvious.

"He is rarely angry and has good emotional control. His coral-red eyes matched the aristocratic smile on his face, like a mask on his face... But behind his eyes, he always felt that something terrible was shaking. I couldn't guess what it was, and I always felt very uneasy. Just like mortals can't figure out God's mind..." The big shaman closed his eyes, as if he were asleep, but his mouth was still talking.

"Uncle Chao and Lehe, you mentioned the tone of the night stars, like talking about the god worshipped in your heart!" The king finally opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and harsh, like sandpaper polishing the ear canal. Remember, you are the messenger of the Tengri gods, not the messenger of the night stars. More than five million people of the barbarians believe in the Tengri God. They follow you, because you are the messenger of the Tengri God. If you change your faith, will the whole barbarian also believe in that child..."

After a long silence, the atmosphere between the great shaman and the king suddenly suppressed. In the seemingly harmonious relationship between the two, the invisible crack slowly became clear!

"You are biased against that child! Or there is prejudice against the power of that child..." The big shaman's tone cooled down. Don't you believe in the power shown by that child? Don't you believe that mastering that child is equivalent to mastering the most powerful power in the world..."

"You're right!" The voice of the great shaman gloomy again, with a strong sense of loss, "I really no longer believe in Tengri God. According to the barbarian classics, Tengri God is the guardian god of the barbarians, and he will protect the barbarians in the dark... But for so many years, the god has not said a word in my ear and has not conveyed his will to me once. Yi! Tengri God doesn't exist at all. This is just a lie made up by the barbarians to comfort themselves. I am the great shaman of the barbarian tribe and the messenger of the Tengri God, so I was the first to see through this lie. But even if there is really a god, God's chest is full of cold iron stones. What does it have to do with the existence or destruction of the world he created and the happiness or misery of the people living in this world?

The old man said such a thing in his twilight, spitting out his years of depression, the helplessness and even resentment as a great shaman. He is not afraid of being condemned by God. What is such an illusory thing as a god? Can God save the barbarians?

"Yes, so I don't believe that a night star can change the fate of the barbarians. God doesn't exist at all. It's just a lie. I don't believe that the so-called magician's bloodline can fight against the whole South with just a declining aristocratic child in the south. Uncle Chao and Lehe, maybe you explain those incomprehensible and unimaginable things as miracles. You regard the child as the savior of the barbarians and the patron saint of the barbarians, but you have said that you can't figure out his mind..." The king withdrew his arm from under his head and pillowed it for so long. The feeling of pain. And you haven't seen the heavy crossbow designed by southerners. Can you imagine a weapon that can shoot through the magnificent armor in 500 steps? Can you imagine even a machine that can kill people a thousand steps away? If the so-called power of the so-called sorcerer is called the 'power of God', then I would prefer to master the 'power of God' created by human beings themselves! With the southern design, we can still defeat the south and collect the land south of the barbarians under the horseshoe of my barbarians..."

The big shaman smiled bitterly and said, "But I don't believe in the southerners, the cunning southerners, who will only use the southerners who will lose them fiercely and then ally with them, obviously seeking skin with tigers! In their eyes, we are just barbarians in the wilderness of the far north, and they look down on us in their bones.

is silent again. Both the big shaman and the king feel that each other is taking risks and gambling. They can only win but can't lose gambling. The bet is the future of the whole barbarians...

"The barbarians are getting weaker and weaker..." The big shaman sighed leisurely.

"Why do you say that? We obviously have the strongest cavalry in the world and the strongest warriors. As long as we integrate the strength of the whole barbarian clan, it is absolutely impossible to take the south. The king retorted, with a stubborn and even unwilling feeling in his tone.

"There is no need to refute my words. Over the past 300 years, the productivity of the barbarians has not changed. We still live by water and grass. A summer drought and a winter snowstorm can give us a fatal blow. In the hundreds of years of development in the south, we have countless magnificent cities, countless wealth, and developed extremely lethal opportunities, and we are still at the level of large-scale charge of cavalry. We have been standing still, but southerners have been making progress! Also, have you ever thought that Fanyang can take out so many 500-step crossbows for our warriors to use? What if one day they turn their weapons to us? They have formed an alliance with us, but what is the alliance? It's just a temporary combination for the pursuit of common interests. When the interests are readily available, the covenant is used to betray!" The big shaman whispered that he didn't know what despair there was in his voice. In front of the unfathomable south, the far north barbarians really don't count.

"The topic is far away! Uncle Chao and Lehe, are we too nervous? Ha ha, we are obviously talking about the children's marriage. Why is it involved in the war again!" The king pretended to smile easily and turned his head to look at the big shaman beside him and said.

"Yes, the road of hegemony has nothing to do with the happiness of children, but those children, one is the future king of the barbarians, the other is the princess on the grassland, and the other is a magician with secret blood. They are all figures who will rebel against the universe in the future, and they are not ordinary people. Their road has been paved for a long time, waiting for them to go up..." The great shaman muttered to himself.

"Those of us who are about to die should not worry about these things. Children's happiness is under their control. In fact, I know that Ye Xingchen also likes Yumeng, Su Rile, he goes without saying. It depends on how the girl is chosen. As a father, I still expect Yumeng to be with Suil. After all, they have good feelings when they are young. But if Yumeng chooses the night stars, it's nothing, God's will. There are so many good girls in the barbarians. Are the future kings of the grassland still worried that they can't find women? The king smiled and said, "Don't mention this again. Let the children control themselves! Maybe, they will resent it!" The king spoke very easily, but there was an undeniable charm in his words, and even listened to the threatening charm of the great shaman.

The big shaman's dry mouth muttered and didn't know what he was talking about. He turned over and turned his back to the king. The thin body curled up as if it was about to fall asleep.

"Buri Post, recently I always feel that as long as I fall asleep, I will never wake up... I guess I really don't have much time. Recently, I'm going to start calculating the unification war of barbarians and grasslands. Let's see what good and bad things can be calculated. I'll tell you when it's time to avoid it.

"Well, but can you still count at such an old age? Twelve years ago, before the war between Chinas and Gaza, you calculated for nearly two months to figure out the result. Can you hold on now..." the king asked.

"There should be no problem. Shen Fanshuang's arithmetic is already better than me. With his help this time, I'm going to use the 256-type calculation. I'm afraid that only this level of calculation can be accurate in such a big war. Maybe it's 512 couplets... It's nothing. I can't live for a few years. I'll carry it once." The voice of the big shaman buzzed, faintly like a bug flying by his ear.

"Well, forget it. However, don't calculate the result before the war with Gaza 12 years ago... The grassland can no longer bear such heavy killing..." The king said painfully.

"I know, that thing is over... I don't have any resentment anymore!" The big shaman said calmly.

"That's good. Enjoy the last peace quietly. After seeing the blood of this winter, it's time to see the blood of next year..."

A falcon hovered in the sky, and the king's amber eyes stared at the small black spot and watched it fly to the snowy mountains to the north...

'When can I fly freely... How good it would be if I didn't have to worry so much...' The king thought silently, then closed his eyes and slept quietly under the blue sky on the vast green grassland.

Wusu Muyuan in the far north.

Wusumu was originally a rich grassland in the far north after the grassland on the south bank of the Resurana River and the rich grassland outside the firefield. However, the former owner of this grassland dared to challenge the Gaza tribe of the Chinasi tribe 12 years ago. Later, the Gaza tribe was erased from the grassland by the tribal massacre, and the grassland was given the Azeslan tribe by the Chinasi king.

"Dad, I want to go to Chinas to play with Su Zile and Ke..." The sound sounded like a silver bell, circlingering on the sparkling lake.

Here is the famous lion king Erdun Ketu Khan on the grassland. He sat cross-legged by the lake and looked at the clear water, as if he didn't hear his daughter's voice. The Lion King sat there like a stone, and his strong body was like a rock. He stared at the lake and thought about something, as if nothing could bother him anymore.

"Dad!" Yu Meng's voice was a little delicate. Maybe she is an arrogant princess in front of others, but beside her father, she has always been a clever little girl. However, the father still ignored himself and only cared about his own thoughts. The girl couldn't help poking her mouth and getting angry.

She quietly walked behind her father, reached out from behind to cover his eyes, and deliberately shouted in a hoarse voice in his ear: "Hulyan Erdun Ketu, guess who I am..."

In the past, my father would be very cooperative and say, "Are you the ghost sent by Tengri God to collect my soul? No, I don't want to die..." King Khan pretended to be panicked, and then the father and daughter laughed happily. I'm afraid this is the happiest time for the Lion King on the grassland.

But this time, my father was blindfolded but said nothing. Let the girl ride from behind on her neck to cover her eyes, deliberately shouting in a ghost voice, but she still sat quietly like a stone. Maybe I feel that my father is different from before today. The girl's voice slowly fades down and smells a little timid - the father's angry appearance is terrible, or he will be called the Lion King!

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yu Meng came down from his father's neck and sat next to him obediently. He turned his head and looked at his father in a daze. His big bright eyes blinked at him. Suddenly, she looked at her father's side face and her heart ached - there were more and more wrinkles on his father's face, and his hair became white. The years have devastated grassland men more harshly than women.

"Yu Meng, if you are told not to be with the boy from China Sijia in the future, can you do it?" The Lion King did not look at his daughter, but still stared at the lake and said in a low voice.

"Ah--" Yu Meng suddenly screamed, suddenly stood up, looked at his father, and shouted, "Why? Suil is my best friend. Who is he not with?

The king of Erdun Ketu sighed gently, as if he could guess that his daughter would react like this. He reached out and grabbed his daughter's hand, looked up at her delicate and beautiful face, looked at her eyes slowly gathering fog, and said, "My daughter, do you like Suzile and Ke Chinas?"

"Of course I like it! Only Su Rile is willing to play with me. He will take me to ride a horse, play with knives, take me to catch fish and rabbits, take me to hunt foxes, and be willing to be bullied by me. He won't be angry if I knock on his head and call him stupid. Only Su Rile is so good-tempered and can tolerate my waywardness. Don't think that I don't know what those noble children call me. They say I'm unruly, saying that I'm capricious, and say that I love to bully people... In fact, in fact, they are thinking that I don't play with Su Rile or not. But they look at me like rogues who like other people's beautiful girls, just like... toads want to eat swan meat, yes, toads want to eat swan meat!!" The girl suddenly remembered this southern idiom and spoke skillfully.

"Is that what you like about him?" The Lion King looked at his daughter and finally smiled at the corners of his mouth and asked softly.

"Yes, Suil is kind to me. I can feel that only he and another child are my friends on the grassland, and nothing else counts." Yumeng sat next to his father again and felt uncomfortable and bored when he saw Ye Xingchen and Suille on the grassland on the south bank of the south bank of Lana. How can a girl who is born to be noisy and lively endure a person's boring days?

Khan Wang smiled helplessly. The girl's heart is too simple. At the age of 17 or 18 still can't tell the difference between 'like' and 'love'. He reached out and stroked his daughter's head and said, "Let me ask you this. Would you like to marry Suzile and Ke?"

Yu Meng's face suddenly turned red, and there are not many things that can make this girl blush. Her father has already said this. How could she not hear the meaning? However, Surile is really good. Among the young generation of noble families, he is a very honest and honest person. Her favorite is that Su Rile is willing to be bullied by her and be knocked on the head by her. However, she wants to marry Su Rile and live together like that in the future. The girl is naturally free and doesn't like restrained temperament and is a little reluctant - the girl on the grassland belongs to her husband after marrying, and even her surname will be changed. If it is true. If she marries Suil and Ke, she has to change to Yumeng Chinas...

Marry Sujile and Ke, marry Sujile Heke, Yu Meng suddenly closed his eyes and shook his head, and the small bells with golden hairpin jingled. It was clearly about marrying Suil and Ke, but the shadow of another boy appeared in his mind. The slender posture, the aristocratic quiet temperament, the perfect and exquisite face like a god, the beautiful coral-red eyes, and the blue morphine on his robe... The appearance of the night stars seemed to keep penetrating from the skull, full of the child's appearance.

Why can't she distinguish between 'like' and 'love'? Suil, Ke and Ye Xingchen both like her, which is the kind of boy's fierce love for girls. But no matter which one she is with, she will inevitably hurt the other, so she can only say that she is a friend! It has been more than three years since I have known Ye Xingchen. The time together with her, Su Rile and Ye Xingchen is happy, reassuring and satisfying. These years have been the most unforgettable period in her life. Whether it is Su Rile's honesty and integrity or the quiet grace of the night stars, she likes it very much. If she has to make a choice, she will be desperate!

The girl suddenly calmed down, gently leaned her head on her father's shoulder, and said softly, "My daughter doesn't want to marry. Dad has no other relatives on the grassland. How about leaving Dad alone? If your daughter doesn't want to marry, she will always be the daughter of the Erdun Ketu family! I have always been by my father's side..."

King Erdun Ketu Khan was suddenly stunned. His daughter gently hugged her arm, leaned her head on her shoulder, and quietly closed her eyes. Yes, Yu Meng is his only relative on the huge grassland. Without her, he has nothing to love anymore.

He turned his head and looked at his daughter's exquisite and beautiful face. The pearl of the grassland became more and more beautiful, as bright as a snowy mountain illuminated by golden sunlight. The good smell floated into the nose of the sweat king, and the sweat king tried to tighten his body motionless, as if to make this moment last forever.

Yumeng is the only comfort after the tragic death of his sister Masulda. It is a great comfort to God. If it hadn't been for Yumeng, I'm afraid I would have been driven crazy by the previous memories... Except for Yumeng, I have lost nothing.

"There is about to fight a war. The child of the Chinas family will be the enemy after that, and may even die in the hands of his father. My dear daughter, don't look for him anymore... My father is doing good for you, and my father loves you in my heart..." King Khan thought silently in his heart...