Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 846 Ranch War (1)

The banner of Yingri Ranch fluttered in the wind.

He, Chu Mengxiao, was sitting drinking in a tavern Xuwai in Yingri Ranch.Looking at the tall flag symbolizing power, greed, and ruthlessness, Chu Mengxiao shot a cold light in his eyes, and could not help but see what happened two days ago.

It was a bright and sunny morning.White clouds are fluttering, the sky is blue, and on the endless prairie, the sound of Matouqin is heard, and the vicissitudes of singing convey the love for this land.Chu Mengxiao was walking across the prairie with her baggage.He waited at the border for three days, but he didn't see anyone coming, so he was a little worried, so he left beyond the Great Wall.

When he was in the boundless Mongolian prairie, his heart was filled with infinite pride.In this land, there lived a nation different from his, but he didn't feel strange at all.Because among the people he knew, there was a woman whose Mongolian spirit was beyond his familiarity.

That's right, how could he forget the years of life at the bottom of the cliff?Besides, in those days at the bottom of the cliff, he was not alone. He had sincere friends by his side, including girlfriends and boyfriends, young friends and old friends who were already over a hundred years old.Finally, he also has a "bird" friend who claims to be omniscient and predicts everything like a god.Thinking of these, he felt warm in his heart.Without their company, he might not be able to survive that period of time.

When the deep, desolate sound of the motouqin reached his ears, he seemed to be able to describe the appearance of the violin player.He felt that this person must be an elder who had experienced many things and possessed extensive knowledge. After hearing the vicissitudes of life singing, he strengthened his mind.

Soon, he saw a rider coming from afar.To his great disappointment, his guess was wrong.The person playing the violin is not an elder, but a Mongolian in his 30s. His vicissitudes of voice do not match his age.The Mongols are approaching.The two looked at each other, and the Mongolian didn't seem surprised at all, and continued to play his motouqin and sing his song.

"Brother... friend."

Chu Mengxiao originally wanted to call him Xiongtai, but she was afraid that he would not understand, so she called "friend", hoping that he would understand.The sound of the matouqin stopped abruptly, and the Mongolian sat on the horse, looked at him and said with a smile, "Did you call me?" He spoke Chinese very fluently.

Chu Mengxiao was slightly surprised, and secretly said: "If he wasn't wearing Mongolian clothes and just listening to his voice, everyone would think that he is an out-and-out Han." He said: "Yes, I called you. Friend, may I ask your name? The Mongolian laughed and said: "My name is Erde Mutu, you are from the south." Chu Mengxiao said: "Yes, Brother Mutu, your Chinese is really good." Erde Mu Tu smiled and said, "I have wandered around since I was a child, and I have met many Han people and lived with them, so I can speak good Chinese. Do you want to ask for directions?"

Chu Mengxiao nodded, and said: "Brother Mutu's guess is really accurate, I really want to ask the way." Erde Mutu said: "You can ask, as long as it is a place where we Mongolians, there is nothing I don't know. "Chu Mengxiao said: "I want to ask how to get to the capital of Oara, and how many days are there?" Erdemutu's complexion changed, and he said, "Are you going to Oara?" Why was he surprised, and quickly asked: "Is there any problem?" Erdemutu said: "There was a civil strife in Wala, and many people died. Go to Wala, and be careful not to be caught as a spy and chopped down."

Chu Mengxiao lost her voice and said: "Civil strife? What's going on?" Erdemutu said: "I don't know the specific situation, anyway, there is a war over there, if you insist on going, I will tell you how to get there However, the distance is very long, and it would take about a month to ride a horse." Tell Chu Mengxiao where the Oaradu City is, and explain how to get there, in detail and in place.

Chu Mengxiao said with a smile: "Brother Mutu, aren't you afraid that I'm a spy?" Erdemutu laughed and said, "I've lived in this land for so many years, and I've met many people. Can't tell who is a bad person and who is a good person? Even though I am only a few years older than you, I am afraid that I have experienced more than ten times more than you." Chu Mengxiao said: "It's a pity that there is no hotel here , otherwise, I must buy you a drink." Erdemutu said: "If you want to drink, there is it in front of you."

Chu Mengxiao said happily: "Well, if Brother Mutu doesn't give up, let's go and drink him a cup or two together." Erdemutu shook his head and said: "I never drink wine from robbers." Chu Meng Xiao was startled, and said: "Brother Mutu, why are you scolding me?" Erde Mutu said: "I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding the person who runs the hotel." Chu Mengxiao said: "The hotel owner Are they robbers?" Erde Mutu said: "If they weren't robbers, they wouldn't get rich, and they wouldn't have such a huge horse farm." Chu Mengxiao said, "Brother Mutu, can you explain clearly?" some?"

Erdemutu said: "If you want to know, go and have a look and you will understand. Well, I'm leaving, take care." Pulling up the matouqin, singing the ancient and vicissitudes of Mongolian songs, he started his journey again. journey.Chu Mengxiao watched him go away and thought: "This Mongolian friend is really a strange person. Although he doesn't know martial arts and is not very old, he has a lot of knowledge and a wealth of experience hidden in his heart. He has been wandering all his life."

It wasn't until Erdemutu's figure disappeared at the edge of the prairie together with his mount that he walked in the direction Erdemutu came from.It was the first time for him to visit the Mongolian prairie, and he wanted to appreciate the scenery of the northern part of the Great Wall, so he did not perform light kung fu along the way.However, with the strength of his feet, even if he walked for days and nights, he would not feel tired.

When he turned over a mountain, he saw dots of yurts in the distance, which were the homes of Mongolian herdsmen.Wherever they go, they will settle down there, and the yurt has long been their favorite object in their lives.Strangely, he didn't see a single herder, and every yurt was unusually quiet, as if they were all empty.

"Strange, I heard from Zhou Feng that the Mongols like to be lively the most. Wherever the Mongols are there, there will be singing and dancing, and there will be galloping horses. Why is there no movement here?" Chu Mengxiao Muttering in his mouth, he walked towards the yurt.

All of a sudden, there was a rush of hoofbeats, and a dozen well-dressed men were galloping across the prairie on tall horses.After a while, they had already arrived outside the yurt, shouting from house to house, and they didn't know what the hell they were screaming for.Chu Mengxiao was surprised, so he stood still.

When a man pretending to be a big man rode a horse and came to the nearest yurt, the cry of a child came from inside the yurt, and the man pretending to be a man scolded angrily: "Bastard, what do you mean by dawdling? If you don't sell it, return the money to the uncle quickly, and don't delay the uncle's work."

A middle-aged Mongolian herdsman walked out of the yurt with tears in his eyes, leading a small black horse.Suddenly, a child ran out of the yurt, hugged the little black horse tightly, and cried loudly, crying heartbreakingly: "My horse, my horse, Dad, we don't sell it. I beg you, we won’t sell it anymore.” A middle-aged Mongolian woman chased out of the yurt and wanted to take the child away, but the child desperately hugged the little black horse, refusing to let it go.

The middle-aged Mongolian herdsman sighed and said in a trembling voice: "Amur, it's not that my father is cruel, it's really at home... Hey, do you think that my father wants to sell it? It is the last one we have. From now on From now on, our family will become a herdsman without a horse.” The child cried to death, and yelled, “If I don’t sell it, I won’t sell it. I raised it, and you have no right to sell it.”

The middle-aged Mongolian couple stared blankly and looked at each other.The middle-aged Mongolian woman choked with sobs and said: "Okay, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it. We will refund the money. Don't cry. Mom and Dad promise you that your little black horse will never be sold again." After that, I took out a few taels of silver from the belt and handed it over to the well-dressed man.

The well-dressed man's face darkened, he pointed his horsewhip at him, and said, "Shouldn't you sell it if you don't want to sell it? What kind of rule is that? No, if you don't sell it, you will be considered as a breach of contract and you have to pay compensation." The middle-aged Mongolian woman was anxious Tears rolled around his eyes, and he said: "Please do me a favor, we really have nothing in our house, if we can pay for it, we don't need to sell it." The man dressed up angrily said: "Okay, you treat the uncle as a Bodhisattva? Well, from today to now, there are eight hours in total, one hour is 150 Wen, eight hours is [-] Wen, I will give you a discount, it is only one tael of silver. You pay me one tael of silver , I'll go."

The middle-aged Mongolian couple was dumbfounded when they heard this.The well-dressed man smiled and said: "Why? No? If not, then I'm sorry, this horse must be taken away." He jumped off the horse and went to lead the horse.The child opened his mouth to bite his left arm, the big man in hard clothes didn't expect him to be so bold, a piece of meat was bitten off immediately, it was obvious that the child hated him to the extreme.

The big man in full costume yelled in pain, and hit the child's head with the horsewhip viciously with his right hand, cursing: "Little bastard, if you dare to bite me, see if I don't beat you to death!" Seeing that the horsewhip was about to fall on the child's head Suddenly, I saw a big man in a well-dressed "Ouch", kneeling heavily on the ground with a pair of knees, "bang bang bang", and kowtowed to the child three times, which made the middle-aged Mongolian couple tremble in fright. What an oddity.

The child was full of anger, he couldn't control it much, and beat the big man kneeling down facelessly.The burly man in strong attire couldn't move his whole body, he could only let him beat him furiously, his face was covered with bloodstains from his claws, and he was in excruciating pain.

(End of this chapter)