Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1866 Jiankun
Ying Baoyue stretched out her palm and looked at the string of things lying on her palm.

This is a string of wolf teeth necklace.

Spike teeth are a common ornament worn by Xirong people, but besides the spikes, there are also several wooden bumps on this string of spikes.

Ying Baoyue couldn't tell what kind of wood it was made of, the outside had been rubbed black and bright, the shape was very irregular, uneven and rough, at first glance it looked like a tumor growing on a tree.

"Wait, is this the head of something?"

Murong Heng also turned around and stared at the wolf tooth necklace in Ying Baoyue's palm, his eyes stopped on those strange-shaped wooden bumps, and he asked suspiciously.

head?

Ying Baoyue carefully looked at those wooden bumps, and when Murong Heng said this, she found that they really looked alike.

A bit like a cat's head and a bit like a wolf's head.

In addition to the White Wolf God, the Xirong people also believe in some strange totems. It is not surprising that they pinched the heads of several animals together to carve such weird beast heads to wear on their bodies.

It's just that Ying Baoyue didn't understand why the manu would give her such a thing before leaving.

"Who gave it to you?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Du Ziqing asked again in a deep voice.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at him, and found that Du Ziqing's mood was a little abnormal. Could there be something else strange about the necklace in her hand?

"This is……"

Having said that, she suddenly hesitated again.

Although that manu was from the Central Plains like Du Ziqing, the people from the Central Plains also had their own positions, and the hidden stakes of the Great Qin Dynasty often didn't know each other. Perhaps it was inappropriate for her to reveal the other party's information?
Sensing her hesitation, Du Ziqing already understood.

He fixedly looked at the necklace in Ying Baoyue's palm, "Since he gave it to you, then you can wear it."

"Remember, no matter when, don't take it off."

Ying Baoyue was taken aback, did those two know each other?

She was about to ask about the man slave, but Du Ziqing had already turned around and walked out of the tent.

Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment, and hung the necklace in his hand around his neck.

The wolf teeth hung down from her chest, Murong Heng looked at the necklace on her chest and the colorful wool on her head, and smiled wryly, "Now you are more and more like a Xirong woman."

"This is also a good thing," Ying Baoyue lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked, "When shall we leave?"

The smile on the corner of Murong Heng's mouth faded, and his expression became serious.

With the sudden attack of the Xirong cavalry to check, it was indeed no longer safe for them to stay here with Du Ziqing.

Murong Heng glanced at Ying Baoyue, "Can your body still hold up?"

"Most of the recovery has been made," Ying Baoyue smiled, "I'm at the fourth rank, and I'm not that weak. By tomorrow morning, all the wounds on my body will be fully recovered."

What can be restored is only the wound, but the inner void is not filled.

Murong Heng looked at her, hesitated for a moment, "Then let's set off early tomorrow morning."

For the present plan, it seems that the only way to take Ying Baoyue back to his territory is to take good care of her.

Smoke rose from the cooking outside the tent, and Sang Lan started cooking in the tent next door. Murong Heng stood up and said to Ying Baoyue, "I'm going to drive the sheep into the pen, and you can also get up and walk around."

If you want your body to recover, you can't just lie here blindly.

"Tomorrow is going to be a long walk, try to see if you can walk."

"okay, I get it."

Murong Heng walked out of the tent, Ying Baoyue stood up with the sheepskin in his arms, and changed into the Xirong woman's clothes that Sang Lan gave her beside her pillow.

After changing her clothes, she walked out of the tent with the Juque sword in her arms.

This was the first time she had left the tent in the past two days, and it was almost sunset, and they were the only family on the desolate land.

The outside of the tent was already occupied by sheep, Murong Heng stood among the sheep, and together with Du Ziqing drove the sheep, letting them into the pen one by one.

Ying Baoyue found a small slope and sat down holding a sword, quietly watching the two wrestle with the sheep.

The sky is getting darker, and the number of sheep outside the pen is getting smaller and smaller.

But there were more and more sheep around Murong Heng, and the ones who didn't want to enter the pen were half-grown lambs, one by one crawling on top of him, Ying Baoyue watched helplessly as he was about to be buried by the sheep.

"Looking at it this way, is it interesting?"

At this time, a male voice suddenly came from beside her.

Ying Baoyue shuddered and looked to her side.

Du Ziqing didn't know when she came, but stood beside her with his hands up and down.

Ying Baoyue looked at the sheepfold suddenly, and found that he was no longer there.

"Senior Du."

She looked at the endless ice field in the distance, tried hard to restrain the shock that she didn't find this person, and said calmly, "It's still quite interesting."

"is it?"

Du Ziqing stared at her fixedly, "Managing sheep is a great subject, and it's not at all easier than managing people."

Ying Baoyue didn't know what he was trying to say, so she could only lower her eyes and remain silent.

Du Ziqing lowered her eyes, and her eyes stopped on the long sword in her arms.

This sword has been observed twice in a row, and Ying Baoyue feels a little uneasy.

"Did someone lend you this sword?"

Ying Baoyue was taken aback for a moment, she probably hasn't talked to Du Ziqing about it yet.

"With your current ability, you probably won't be able to pull out this sword." Du Ziqing glanced at her, "It would be foolish to borrow your sword."

"At that time, there was no other way," Ying Baoyue pinched the hilt of the sword in her arms. She really couldn't pull out the sword now, but this sword gave her great courage and encouragement.

"Even if it can't be pulled out, it's just that it can't be pulled out now."

Ying Baoyue looked at the grassland in front of her, "Maybe it won't be long before I can pull it out."

"You really dare to think about it," Du Ziqing said calmly. He moved his gaze down to the necklace hanging on Ying Baoyue's chest, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go back to eat."

Ying Baoyue wanted to say something, but Sang Lan was already standing at the entrance of the tent and shouting at them.

The two stood up, waved to Murong Heng, and the three walked towards the tent together.

……

……

Early the next morning, Murong Heng helped Ying Baoyue onto a skinny horse and rode one himself.

"Have you brought all the dry food?"

Sang Lan stood at the entrance of the tent with Wu Enqi on her back, looking at the two of them, her eyes were moist.

"Bring them all," Murong Heng and Ying Baoyue bowed their heads to thank the woman.

Du Ziqing stood beside Sang Lan without saying a word, just staring at the young couple.

"Senior Du, thank you for this time."

Murong Heng immediately saluted Du Ziqing, but the other party still ignored him.

Murong Heng smiled bitterly, exchanged glances with Ying Baoyue, and waved to the family of three outside the tent.

"Then let's go."

Du Ziqing then turned her head and looked at the two with complicated expressions.

"Take care of yourself."

Ying Baoyue was startled, and said softly, "You too."

Du Ziqing's eyes stopped on the necklace on her chest, "Remember my words, don't take it off."

"I remember."

Ying Baoyue nodded, she took one last look at this desolate land, and then turned around with Murong Heng.

The horse's hooves made a rattling sound as they stepped on the wild grass mixed with ice and snow, and she followed Murong Heng all the way forward.

The destination ahead of them is.

The territory of Twelve Zhai King Chunyu Ye, Jiankun.

(End of this chapter)