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"Ouch-"

"Ouch-"

"Ouch-"

The howling of wolves was wave after wave.

In the military tent, Zheng Haoran and Lao Li, who were discussing "Wolf King", were taken aback at the same time, looked at each other, and picked up the guy and rushed out of the military tent at the same time in the next second.

Not only the two of them heard it, everyone heard the howling of wolves.

The Zheng couple and the monk who were sneakily plotting the "secret plan" in the corner were also taken aback for a moment.

The howling of wolves in the middle of the night, not only did not have the slightest killing intent, but it seemed to add a bit of spring to the cold wasteland.

"It's Snow Wolf!"

A group of robust snow wolves with snow-white fur rushed out of the canyon like crazy.

The appearance of the wolves caused a moment of panic in the Zheng family's barracks at first.

They picked up the guys and prepared to fend off the sudden appearance of wolves.

"The whole army obeys!"

Zheng Haoran jumped out ferociously, shouted loudly, and invisible ripples swayed out, and everyone fell silent for a moment.

At this time Zheng Xiu came back from outside the barracks.

He carried a large knife in his hand.

The father and son who were far away met their eyes and said at the same time:
Zheng Xiu: "Eat dog...wolf meat tonight!"

Zheng Haoran: "God-sent food!"

As the saying goes, people with high skills have a big appetite.

The moment Zheng and his son saw the pack of wolves, their first thought was not danger, but food being delivered to their door.

"charge!"

Now that there is a shortage of food, Zheng Haoran saw the pack of wolves rushing towards this direction like crazy, his eyes lit up immediately, he issued a military order, and took the lead in rushing into the pack of wolves with a knife in hand.

Hand up the knife, hand up the knife, hand up the knife down.

Followed by Fengbei and the monk, they only saw this scene: Zheng's father and son ran into the pack of wolves like tigers, their long knives in their hands swung brilliantly under the moonlight, flesh and blood flew, and the crazy wolves were miserable. Shouting and falling in a pool of blood, the blood stained their fur red, looking extraordinarily tragic.

Unity is strength, and Zheng Jiajun is united as one, let alone Zheng Jiajun who is hungry.After experiencing the initial panic, they were reminded by General Zheng that they suddenly woke up. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. This is clearly a blessing!So more and more Zheng Jiajun joined the great cause of wolf slaughter.

This pack of wolves didn't seem to have a "leading wolf". They were simply fleeing for their lives. They rushed out of the canyon in a panic and rushed into the barracks. This was what Zheng Jiajun caught up with.

There was no danger in the process, and after a while there were hundreds of wolves, only a few were left alive.

At this time, there was no chance for Fengbei and the monk to make a move.

Fengbei put back the gloves silently, so as not to accidentally injure others.

The monk couldn't bear it, clasped his hands together, and murmured:

"Sin, sin, sin."

With that said, the monk walked in the opposite direction of the canyon.

"Brother...where are you going?"

Feng Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked curiously.

The little monk kept walking, wiped the corners of his mouth, stared at his eyes, and muttered with his fingers like a bewilderment: "Star anise, cinnamon, orange peel, fragrant leaves, coarse salt, caramel...hehehe—hehehe! !" As he walked away, the monk's expression changed a few times, and his laughter became more sinister and perverted.

Xiao Fengmiao squeezed her head out of Feng Bei's arms, showing disdain.

"Hmph! Meow meow meow meow!"

Fengbei seems to have heard Xiaofengmiao say "humans with fish lips".

……

After half an hour.

The smell of dog meat pot was already wafting in Zheng's barracks.

There is an old saying: Once the dog meat is rolled, the gods will not be able to stand firm.

Dogs and wolves are relatives, almost.

It's just a little bit worse than the dog meat in Zheng Xiu's impression.

The ancients are not deceived by me.

Zheng Xiu ate around a pot, he took a small basin, spooned a full bowl and put it in front of the orange cat.The orange cat fiddled with the wolf meat in the bowl with its paws boredly, with a disgusted expression, "Gu——", it hadn't eaten fried fish cakes for a month, and there was a noise in its stomach, and finally the proud cat pushed away the bowl in front of it sullenly , to be a principled and tasteful cat.

After eating and drinking enough, Zheng Xiu patted his belly: "How come a group of snow wolves suddenly rushed out from there?"

Feng Bei silently looked in the direction of the canyon.

Zheng Xiu wanted to say something casually, but when he saw Feng Bei's expression, he suddenly closed his mouth.

"Ha ha!"

Zheng Haoran picked his teeth with a small dagger, and grinned: "I'll go to the canyon to have a look."

"father!"

Zheng Xiu lowered his voice and pressed the knife on his waist.

"Calm down, why panic! Reciprocity, I have to see you." After finishing speaking, Zheng Haoran stood up, and did not forget to turn his head and glared at Zheng Xiu: "Don't follow me blindly, adults talk, bring a group of children Child, what is it like!"

Zheng Haoran seemed to be aware of the weirdness in the canyon. He hummed a ditty, deliberately filled the jug, put on his coat, and rode into the canyon.

Feng Bei closed his eyes, his expression flickered, and the "Xie Luohe smirk" familiar to Zheng Xiu appeared from time to time. In the end, Feng Bei's expression was as calm as ever, and he silently raised an index finger.

"It's the wolf king."

Feng Bei frowned slightly: "Alone." She looked at Zheng Xiu with a questioning look in her eyes.She seemed to be asking Zheng Xiu what to do next.

Zheng Xiu raised his butt, and the act of raising and lowering was just like his mood at the moment - fidgeting and lifting.

To be honest, as Zheng Xiu learned more about Lao Pai, it became more difficult to understand what Zheng Haoran could read from "Fist".

There is bound to be a sympathy between him and the wolf king.

What is planted today will bear fruit 20 years from now.

Zheng Xiu is now in the step of "planting the cause", walking on thin ice and not daring to plant indiscriminately.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.

He thought of the dying wolf king 20 years later.

He remembered the promise made by the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran.

It reminds me of Zheng Haoran's "monologue" in the phantom of "March of Hundred Ghosts".

While his thoughts were intertwined, Zheng Xiu sat down and shook his head slowly.

Fengbei nodded, holding the bowl, sipping hot soup.

……

The pitch-black canyon was dim.

The moonlight is getting thinner, and clouds and mist drift by from time to time, casting patches of mottled between the clouds.

Zheng Haoran was wearing plain clothes and rode through the canyon.

There is still a faint smell of blood in the canyon.

At the end of the canyon, a person sat quietly.

In front of him, a pot of fire was set up, and soup was boiled in the fire, and wine was warmed in the soup.

Seeing Zheng Haoran, the wolf king raised his head, smiled slightly, not afraid of the scalding, grabbed the flagon and threw it at Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran took off the wine bag from his waist at the same time, flicked his wrist, and threw himself at the wolf king.

The jug and the wine bag intertwined in mid-air, and the two took it at the same time.

Zheng Haoran's tiger's mouth was slightly numb, he slowed down for a moment, opened his mouth to bite the bottle, and drank the warm wine in one gulp.

The wolf king took the wine bag, seemingly motionless.But he lowered his head, and found that when he took the wine bag, the force actually pushed him half an inch away, and two deep pits were pressed under his boots.

Zheng Haoran smiled long and broadly: "Good wine! It's a pity that it's barbarian's wine!"

goo go go go-

The wolf king raised his head and drank the two catties of spirits in the wine bag in one gulp.

"Hi! Cold wine is always better than hot!"

The wolf king threw the wine bag back to Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran took it, and looked down at the wine jug that was smashed by him, the corners of his eyes twitched.

The wolf king stood up, pressed his fists on his chest, and signaled: "Please!"

"it is good!"

Zheng Haoran spoke concisely and boldly, sitting opposite the wolf king.

In the brazier, the snow water used to warm the wine was boiling, and in the ice and snow, the heat was lingering.

The two are obviously the generals of the two hostile armies, but now in the canyon where they have been fighting fiercely for half a month, they take off their armor and drink a pot, sitting face to face like old friends for many years. Dropped the jaws of countless people.

The two were silent for a while.

The Wolf King asked: "What does General Zheng think of our wasteland?"

Zheng Haoran thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "Cold, dry, poor, and barren. Birds don't shit, chickens don't lay eggs, and the place is ruined."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, the wolf king was not angry, but laughed loudly: "Breaking place! Breaking place! Breaking place! What a broken place!"

"Can……"

The wolf king's laughter stopped abruptly: "We have lived here for the rest of our lives."

Zheng Haoran nodded with a calm expression: "I know, so what?"

sizzle-

The iron pot on the brazier was almost dry inside, and the boiling water was roasting the iron pot inside, making a screeching sound.

The wolf king's voice was neither happy nor sad, and he looked up at the sky.

From his perspective, the canyon is like a line, and the moon just hangs in the center of the "line of sky".

"When I was young, Da Mo...that's the meaning of 'father' in your big work." The wolf king was afraid that Zheng Haoran wouldn't understand, so he took the initiative to explain: "Da Mo always told us..."

"us?"

Zheng Haoran frowned.

"In the past, children born in our clan would be put together in the house of 'Damo', fed with the same milk, wrapped in the same fur, and slept on the same hay."

"In the clan, only the 'Wolf King' is eligible to have his own 'Wolf Son' and 'Wolf Girl'. The other children are all 'wolves'."

"We will give all the 'little wolves' the same food and warmth, and only the 'little wolves' who survive successfully in the end are eligible to become members of the 'wolf pack'."

When Zheng Haoran heard this, he suddenly realized that he spread his hands and politely motioned for you to continue.

"I survived and grew up."

"Da Mo always told us that there is a fertile and vast land on the other side of Mount Jalaso."

"There are all 'sheep', fat white sheep. Their skin is white, the water they drink is sweet, the bed they sleep on is soft, the meat they eat is fragrant, and their land is green .”

"That piece of land grows the green trees we long for, and there is clear water flowing between the green trees, and the clear water tastes as sweet as honey."

"Damo also said that on the other side of Mount Yalasuo, the clothes worn by the flock of sheep don't smell bad, and the children they give birth to are their own, and their children are loved by others, and when their people die, someone cries. of."

"Damo told us that on the other side of Mount Jalaso, the sheep are weak and occupy what we don't have."

"Damo told us that when we grow up, one day, the sheep on the other side of the mountain, their land, their trees, their water, their beds, and their meat will all become ours."

The wolf king spoke like a dream, and finally raised his head: "Zheng, Hao, Ran."

He read Zheng Haoran's name word by word, as if he wanted to imprint this name in his heart: "You are the strongest sheep I have ever seen."

"Sheep?" Zheng Haoran curled his lips: "Maybe it's a tiger? Besides, I'm nothing with us. The world is vast and there are countless strange people. We are so small, you see too little. Do you think I am The 'strongest' means that you have never really crossed this mountain, even if your people stepped over it, your heart is still nestled on the other side of the mountain." The wolf king's words did not make Zheng Haoran feel angry, in fact he "Knowing people" depends entirely on fists, no matter what the other party says, Zheng Haoran would rather believe in the "emotion" conveyed by his fists.

Zheng Haoran smacked his lips: "Not to mention anything else, the wolf meat you sent is really delicious."

The wolf king was taken aback when he heard the words, and then stretched out his hand to Zheng Haoran: "Zheng Haoran, come here! Over there, it's not suitable for you!"

Zheng Haoran was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you trying to make me treason?"

"Over the flock, someone wants you... to die."

The wolf king spoke amazingly.

Zheng Haoran's expression changed, and he fell silent.

The wolf king looked a little more excited, and he waved his finger behind him: "My [-] troops, the power of the whole country, have assembled behind the canyon! They are the real wolf pack! The wolf pack on the other side of the longing mountain! You, cross Mount Jalaso and reach the other side of the mountain!"

"Zheng Haoran, can't you see that a 'black sheep' appeared in the flock, someone saw this, but didn't tell you!"

"I know, in Daqian, there is a saying called 'Gong Gao Zhenzhu'. Since there is no room for you over there, why don't you come to my side? You are not a sheep, and you are not suitable to be a sheep. If you come, You can even be the wolf king! We wolves only obey the strong."

Zheng Haoran was silent for a while.

He patted his buttocks and stood up, patted the alien mark, and patted the snow off his buttocks.

Zheng Haoran raised his fist towards the wolf king.

The wolf king was puzzled, but Zheng Haoran's fist seemed to have some kind of magical power. He stared at the fist, and somehow stretched out his fist to touch it.

"It seems that none of us can convince anyone."

Zheng Haoran got back on the horse, leaned over to look at the wolf king who was still sitting motionless.

boom!
Suddenly, the iron pot, which had been dry-burned for a long time, finally could not withstand the high temperature and burst.

The cracked pieces of iron shoot out in all directions, puff!Puchi!Puchi!

A few hot and red iron pieces were inserted shallowly into the wolf king's chest, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain. He looked straight at Zheng Haoran, frowning in puzzlement: "Why? Why? A person like you , why would you willingly obey an old sheep? He is a waste, he has no ability, you should not listen to him."

The "old sheep" mentioned by the wolf king should be Wei Yangzun.

"You are wrong." Zheng Haoran shook his head: "I, Zheng Haoran, have acted with a clear conscience all my life, and I only want to be clear of my heart! I never do anything that is against my conscience!" Zheng Haoran pointed behind him and laughed loudly: "You guys Damo lied to you. Our water is not sweet, and our people are not all happy. People have joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and sorrows! This is a human being! Whether it is you or us, it is the same! That mountain In the final analysis, there is no difference between the side and your side, it’s just a group of people living in different places and in different ways!”

"The difference is," Zheng Haoran's voice suddenly hardened, like a knife, clanging and powerful, and resounding: "The other side of the mountain is your land, and the other side of the mountain is our river and mountain! The rivers and mountains that should belong to us, that's all!"

shelf!
Zheng Haoran shook the reins, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Zheng Haoran stepped on the stirrup, stopped, and turned around to ask:
"By the way, do you have a son?"

The wolf king was at a loss and slowly shook his head.

"So you don't understand." Zheng Haoran laughed: "My son told me that he will live a very good life in the future. Although it is a bit bitter, it will be very good in the end. He is very up-to-date."

"We are fathers, isn't it just to make our son live better?"

"To keep here is to keep him."

"He told me so."

Zheng Haoran waved his hand, and his figure disappeared into the canyon.

In the mountains under the moon.

A trace of fish-belly white lighted up.

Its daybreak.