Training Wu Zhou

In a blink of an eye, it is still autumn. The cold autumn in Mobei is full of desolation, and the oases dotted on the vast natural danger are so insignificant. When the last fertility and luxuriance are drained, this tough nation seems to have no desire to leave. Big and small rivers.

Perhaps he wants to survive this winter.

At dawn outside the Great Wall, the sun does not know where it comes from. It rises from the endless wind and sand, revealing half of it first, and then half of it.

The supreme gods in shamanism, where they are, there they are.

So we said it was dawn.

When He Qiyue wiped the blood-stained long needle clean, he completed the deal for Tang Guan, Ashina Huan just said thank you indifferently.

He Qiyue has never seen such a strong man. His injury is the most serious among several people. It is so severe that even a slight twist will cause heart-piercing pain, but he has never seen him utter a word from the beginning to the end. half sound.

So we say he is a fighter.

He Qiyue returned to his place after finishing everything, turned his head to look at the man in the corner, Tang Guan had been leaning there all night, seemed to be asleep, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"When, when, when."

At this time, there were a few knocking sounds, and He Qiyi heard the sound and looked over, only to see a few Turkic men in front of the cage pouring something into the cage with buckets in their hands.

He Qiyue took a closer look, and it turned out to be a pile of green and white objects, covering the ground, exuding a strange smell.

The Turkic man left with the bucket, and suddenly there was a surge in the cage, and the prisoners flocked to the pile of objects.Then, under He Qiyue's suspicious eyes, he started to pick up food.

"That's for food?" He Qiyue frowned and looked at Ashina Huan. Ashina Huan chuckled and said, "Grass roots. Bean dregs."

He Qiyue swallowed secretly when he heard the sound, it turned out to be this kind of thing that was used to feed the livestock.The bean dregs are fine, but the grass roots are actually hard to digest. When the Han people suffered from natural disasters or famines, not a single blade of grass would grow. They ate soil, grass, and everything they could see.

But the more you eat, the more painful your death will be.He Qiyue endured the hunger in his stomach, and looked at the group of prisoners who looked like livestock with some fear. Hunger was the most painful torture.

But just when He Qiyue was unmoved, Cheng Huaibi crawled slowly towards that side, and when He Qiyue saw this, he hurriedly grabbed him and said, "You can't eat it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ashina Huan actually made the same action, and for a while, only He Qiyue and Cheng Tiance were left looking at each other, Cheng Tiance seemed to be struggling for the last time, eating too many grass roots would kill him.This is common sense, but you will die faster if you don't eat.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed out from the darkness, taking advantage of no one to notice.While walking like a dragon, he rushed into the crowd who were grabbing food. The man thumped and slammed, and separated the nearby people at once.Then he grabbed it and turned back with his arms in his arms.

Marie's movements were done in one go.Turning back, he buried his head and took a few bites, chewing dryly.It seemed that there was nothing he dared not eat. When He Qiyue realized it, Ma Lie was already standing in front of Ashina Huan.

I saw him holding dirty food in his arms, and said: "Sweat, antidote."

Ashina was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then he seemed to remember something, and almost forgot about it, but he didn't hesitate, but directly groped his hand into his bosom, and took out half a grass.

Ma Lie's eyes lit up when he saw the object, and after reaching out to take it, he grabbed a handful of food and handed it directly to Ashina Huan.

Then he walked towards Cheng Huaibi, without looking at him, grabbed another handful and threw it in front of him, and so on, when he threw it in front of He Qiyue, He Qiyue came back to his senses.

But Ma Lie had already walked towards Tang Guan in the corner, and he still had a share in his hand, which was obviously more than everyone else's. He stretched out his hand, but Tang Guan didn't take it, as if he didn't see it.

Seeing this, Ma Lie snorted coldly, threw the food in front of Tang Guan, and then returned to the shadows.

Just when He Qiyue was at a loss, he saw Cheng Huaibi and the three beside him start to gobble up. Seeing this, He Qiyue must have bent down to pick up the food that must not look very delicious.

The strange thing is that he didn't eat it, but insisted on his persistence, and he picked up those roots slowly.

I have to say that sometimes what Confucius passed down is really successful to the extreme, and there is really no such person in the world who abandons treatment. As Ashina Huan said, he is a warrior.

He Qiyue didn't understand what it meant, and felt that he had no strength to restrain the chicken, so what kind of warrior was he?

In fact, it is not the case, since he insisted on his own opinion in Chang'an, he was already a leader when he faced Tang Guan, but his courage was not based on invincible power, but on his thoughts.

It seems that no matter what he faces, no one can shake and destroy this person's will. What he thinks is right is right, just like grass roots that cannot be eaten, they just cannot be eaten.

Tang Guan in the corner watched all this coldly, but He Qiyue walked towards him slowly after picking, leaned down and smiled, "Brother Qubing, I miss the banquet you hosted."

Tang Guanwenyin raised his head, still remained silent, reached out to take the bean dregs brought by He Qiyue, without thanking him or saying much, just ate it as a matter of course.

Seeing this, He Qiyue smiled slightly, picked up the pile beside Tang Guan, and began to pick again.

No one bothered Tang Guan anymore, and Tang Guan seemed to be cut off from everything.

No one knew what he was thinking, maybe even Tang Guan himself didn't know where he went.

"Oh, soldier?"

In the dark corner, Ma Lie looked at his hands, disdainful to make a sound.

But Ashina Huan said to himself: "Soldier."

There are fewer people here every day, and it's a bunch of numbing fodder.

When the sun rises and sets, there will be less, and when the fire and smoke disappear, there will be less.

No one knows when they will go out to face the terrible monsters.

Anyone here may not have a second tomorrow.

And death always comes so quickly.

Tang Guan still stayed in his corner, watching everything quietly, and was indifferent to the tiger eating people outside the cage.

When night fell again, he still opened his black eyes.

Tang Guan slowly raised his head until everyone fell asleep.

At the same time, in the starry sky, a star that was originally dim suddenly flickered on and off.

From this moment on, he is not a fighter.

He is Tang Guan.

"Tang Guan, a street writer, is the most common among the unknown number of online writers today."

"Grandpa, have you seen it!? I am a master!"

"My God! Why did you make me useless!? Why!?"

"Son, with talent, can you really live a better life?"

"Brother Qubing, hehe."

"Do you still want to be a good person as an official?"

"You are a coward!"

"A warrior should fight!"

"You don't even know what you are fighting for, what do you use to be a fighter!?"

.........

"Hehehehehe." Tang Guan suddenly chuckled, neither sad nor happy.

The laughter woke up the sleeping people, but Tang Guan slowly closed his eyes.

From this moment on, he is Tang Guan... (to be continued...)