This prince is going to heaven

Chapter 564 Mobei
Mobei.

When spring just started, the weather here is still very bad.

The originally endless prairie has also become a little barren at this moment, a gust of cold wind blows, the yellow sand rolls on the ground, and then flies all over the sky.

On that not-so-high hill, a person suddenly appeared at this moment.

is a young man.

I saw him wearing a felt hat and a sheepskin coat, and a dress made of some animal fur around his waist, and a pair of very ugly shoes on his feet.

Presumably it was because he had stayed in the wind and sand for too long, his clothes looked extremely dirty at the moment, and his face was unshaven, even more dusty, his originally handsome face now It also looks miserable.

Even those eyes were dimmed at the moment.

He stood on the small hill and looked around, the not-so-flat terrain in the distance was undulating and continuous, as if the sky and the earth were connected together.

Occasionally, there would be a hiss in the air, and when I looked up, I saw several small black spots hovering above his head, as if he was regarded as a prey, ready to dive down at any time.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, there was not a single person.

Accompanying him, besides the sand, is the eagle.

Such emptiness and boundlessness will inevitably cause a trace of despair to arise in people's hearts!
After the young man rested for a while, he carefully identified the direction again, and then he took a firm step in a certain direction.

The only thing that is weird is that he looks like he is walking, but he is actually walking very fast. If an ordinary person saw this scene, his eyeballs would probably pop out of shock.

After walking for an unknown number of hours, he finally saw the first person far away in this desert.

That person should be a herdsman, driving the sheep leisurely.

When the young man saw him from a distance, he naturally also saw the young man.

A trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, but a trace of surprise appeared on the herdsman's face.

Before the young man walked over, the herdsman hurriedly drove his flock and disappeared from the young man's sight again.

The young man was startled for a moment, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

However, he didn't catch up, but still walked in the direction he was facing at the beginning.

But about half an hour later, the young man stopped suddenly.

With a slight movement of his ears, he heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

As the sound approached, he only felt the ground under his feet vibrate slightly.

Then a group of people appeared in the distance, and it seemed that there were about fifty or sixty people in number.

The group of people was very fast, and within a moment, they rushed to the young man, surrounded him on their big horses, and circled back and forth, stirring up waves of dust.

The horses neighed, and the group of people screamed loudly with their hands covered. If they were ordinary people, they would have collapsed to the ground in fright at this moment.

It's just that this young man is different, the dust stirred up in front of him, only a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and then he returned to calm.

Seeing that he was not afraid of his group of people at all, the leader showed a hint of surprise on his face.

As soon as he pulled the rein in his hand, he saw the front hooves of the big horse under his crotch raised sharply, and then stopped.

With a sinister smile on his face, he pointed the saber in his hand at the young man, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man didn't answer his question, but said indifferently: "Are you the subordinates of King Zuo Xian?"

Seeing that he not only didn't answer his own question, but instead asked himself a question, the leader immediately became furious, pulled the rein with his left hand and raised it violently, the front hoof of the horse under his crotch was raised again, Then he stepped straight towards the young man's face.

I saw a gleam of light flashed in the dim eyes of the young man, and then stepped on his foot, and his body retreated several steps between the lightning and flint, avoiding the trampling of the horse.

Seeing this scene, the person in the lead also showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Yo, it's still Lianjiazi!"

After saying this, he went on to say: "Boy, if I ask you something, you'd better answer first, or don't blame the saber in our hands for being ruthless."

The young man still looked at him calmly, and then asked again: "Are you the subordinates of King Zuo Xian?"

Seeing that he still didn't answer his own question, the man was furious immediately, pulled the rein again, and rode towards him on horseback, and then slashed at him fiercely with the saber clenched in his right hand.

She didn't intend to let him speak again.

The distance between the two was only about ten feet away, and the man rushed in front of the young man in half a breath.

But before he could strike with the saber in his hand, the young man stepped on his right foot fiercely, and at the moment the horse rushed over, his right hand struck the horse's neck fiercely with the palm of his right hand.

Accompanied by the miserable neighing of the horse, it rolled over on its back, and the rider was caught off guard and fell hard from the horse to the ground.

This time, all the other people around were shocked.

You must know that the horses they ride are all fine products on the prairie, not to mention ordinary people, even the warriors on their prairie, it is impossible to slap them over with a single slap.

How strong is this guy?
And after the leader fell off the horse, he first yelled in pain, and then he yelled loudly to his subordinates: "Go! Let me trample him into a pulp!"

Hearing his order, his group of subordinates rushed towards the young man.

It was only after about half a stick of incense.

Except for the young man, there was no one standing in the field.

The Huns were lying on the ground, howling in pain and looking at him in horror.

The young man silently sized them up, then walked up to the leader and squatted down, then looked at him calmly and asked for the third time: "Are you subordinates of King Zuo Xian?"

At this moment, the leader no longer had the domineering spirit he had at the beginning, and replied with a dull face: "Yes, I am the centurion under the tent of King Zuoxian. I just received a response from the herdsmen in my tribe, saying It was a strange person who appeared on the grassland, so we came here."

Hearing what he said, a smile finally appeared on the young man's face.

"I'm not from Dazhou, but a friend of your Zuo Xianwang. I wonder if you can take me to see him?"

The person in the lead was startled for a moment.

The young man went on to say, "Why do you worry about me being alone? If I'm telling lies, how dare I enter your tribe?"

The person who is the leader listens.

Makes sense, he is alone, why am I worried, when he enters the tribe, won't he be slaughtered by us?
Thinking of this, he said again: "I can take you back, but you must first tell me who you are?"

The young man thought for a while, and then said: "After you go back, you will tell your Zuo Xianwang."

"My surname is Mu."

(End of this chapter)