Yu Jun

Before the wolves arrived, the Qiang teenager climbed onto the bank wet and bloody, with a knife wound on his back, which stretched from his shoulder to his waist, and was soaked by the icy river water, turning the already hideous wound into a white circle. The dead flesh became more and more frightening.

He lay on the bank, unable to move, and watched helplessly as the wolves on the other side of the river swung their tails and gnawed on the bones on the ground—his father's, brother's, sister's, friend's...

After a while, he sat up reluctantly, took out a round and pure white stone from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and said in his heart: "Stone God bless me to live."

Not far away, the steed horse rushed over with the Qiang people who lived nearby, with a big bow on his back and a scimitar on his belt, he did not approach the wolves rashly, his eyes were sharp, and he saw a half-sitting, half-lying, almost unconscious boy.

"Zell!"

"Zell is there!"

They rode their horses across the river, helped Zell up, hurriedly took out herbs to apply on him, and poured a lot of strong wine into his mouth.

Zell woke up with a cough, and there was a sudden heartache from behind him. Knowing that the tribe was applying medicine for him, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. When the wound was covered with herbs, he put on a leather robe, let his braids loose, and mourned. looking to the other side.

The spring is bright and beautiful, with no clouds in the sky, the wolves are feasting, and the goshawks are circling between the sky and the earth, making sharp calls.

He clenched his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles creaked, his eyes were red, tears streaming down his face, and he howled towards the river bank: "Father!"

The young man's out-of-breath cry tore apart the calm, and the eagle flew away. The frightened wolves scattered for a moment, but quickly gathered together again.

He knelt down on the ground, bent down, palms up, kissed the white stone in his hand, and whispered: "My relatives, my friends, I will avenge you!"

Afterwards, he looked darkly at the direction where Mo Lingfeng left, thinking that those eyes are so beautiful, when riding on a horse and looking down, they look like wings of a phoenix spreading out, shining brightly and majesticly.

Take those eyes to worship father and brother!

Like abandoning Baishi back then, Mo Lingfeng casually left the Qiang people who rolled into the river and escaped behind him.

She was not majestic, on the contrary she was very embarrassed.

The flock is obedient and follows them on their own. However, the captured horses are disobedient and always run wild. There is no horse trainer in the team, and they can only be chased and scolded by poor skills, which further disperses the horses. .

A big man who was born as a sheep herding boy tried to herd nearly 600 good horses together as if trying to herd sheep, but he was almost trampled to death by the horses.

A group of people were miserable, Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth, and slapped one of the green horse's buttocks fiercely, the green horse suffered from the pain and rushed forward along the road.

Most of the horses in the herd were such competitive green horses, when they saw one of the horses leading the way, they all raised their heads, neighed, and raised their hooves to chase after them.

Mo Lingfeng also clamped the horse's belly forcefully: "Drive!"

She is good at riding, and she can ride the dust among the horses. Except for Yin Nan who has been chasing Mo Lingfeng in the racecourse all the year round, she can also follow Mo Lingfeng. .

The group of horses was mighty and mighty, running almost madly with their kicks. Some horses tripped and fell to the ground, and the group of horses didn't know how to dodge it.

Mo Lefeng, who was among the horses, also tightened the reins, panting slowly on the horse's back, his throat seemed to be on fire, he untied his water bag and took a few sips, seeing that the horses were docile and no longer acting wild, he Let You Muqing lead the people to drive in all directions, and drive the horse all the way back to Sanchuan Village.

The weather is good today, there is no wind and sand, the archers in the Sanchuan village are standing on the top of the fort, and they can see the horses coming towards the village from a distance, and they hurried to report, and when they got closer, they saw Mo Lingfeng on the horse .

Mo Lingfeng is small, but with eyes open, the gold collar on his neck is as dazzling as if it melted when the sun shines on it. If you get closer, you can see that every soldier has a head on his horse.

"It's Jinlu! They killed Jinlu! One or two dozens!"

"They captured the horses!"

"And the sheep!"

Sanchuan village, which was originally quiet, was suddenly in an uproar.

The five commanders were standing in front of the gate of the village with Zhong Jiaqing in their arms, and they saw the sharp soldiers untied the heads and piled them together, their faces were full of color, only Nomad Qing's hands were empty, which was very embarrassing.

"Okay!" Zhong Jiaqing was overjoyed, let out a bit of a bird's breath, and stretched out his hand to point to the wooden pole still standing in the sand, "Hang it up for me! Let those sons of bitches take a look, those who dare to kill us, Let's kill it a hundred times!"

He also looked at those good horses, and ordered the people in the rear camp to go to help immediately, try to find a way to put them behind the stockade, and don't leave a single one, these kind of good horses are invaluable treasures in wartime.

Mo Lingfeng turned over and got off the horse, spread his legs, and walked up the stone steps with a grin - riding so fast that the two pieces of tender meat on the inner thighs were all worn out.

She walked all the way in front of Zhong Jiaqing, raised her head and said, "General Zhong, don't forget what you promised me."

Zhong Jiaqing was in a good mood, and laughed: "I can't forget it! But beheading, you can't just cut off the middle-aged men, you have to learn from Jinlu, and kill them all, otherwise there will be no survivors, and there will be endless troubles!"

Mo Lingfeng took it seriously and nodded.

Zhong Jiaqing raised his slap and wanted to pat Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder, but when he looked down, Mo Lingfeng was very small, and his slap would probably smash Mo Lingfeng to pieces, so he withdrew the slap. Praise her ingeniously: "You are so small, you have gained a lot!"

Because Mo Lingfeng really didn't grow much, he had no way to refute, so he could only put on a small face in an old-fashioned way to show that he didn't care, and limped into the stable to rest, but the stable was gone. shelter.

Fortunately, Feng Fan has already learned that this group of strong soldiers will be included in his own battalion, he is full of smiles, and he pulls out the best place for Mo Lingfeng and others to live in.

Mo Lingfeng occupied a room by himself, stepped over the threshold, and saw that there were doors, windows, tables and chairs, he was very satisfied, sat down on his buttocks, leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and raised his head, straightened his legs legs, waiting to eat mutton, while thinking to himself: "Why don't I grow?"

She grew very slowly, until the 25th year of Yuanzhang - when she was 13 years old, she really began to grow taller, and she grew very fast, changing almost every month, changing clothes every month, knees, thighs, The skin on my lower back seemed to be stretched, and I often felt pain in my bones.

She suddenly changed from a thin and childish little girl to a slender and beautiful little girl.

However, in the eyes of Yin Nan, You Muqing and others, Mo Lefeng has not changed much, because she has not grown bulging breasts and buttocks, and she still exists like a chick among a group of big men.

Moreover, she was the head of the capital during the Battle of Sanchuanzhai, and she is still the head of the capital now, there is really no change.