The Hero of the Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty Mo Wen

"Unfortunately, I'm not here now!" Li Mu in HD city sighed.

The reason why he was banished and returned to the court to be idle was his non-resistance. When the Huns entered, he would fortify the wall and clear the country, and would not fight head-on with the Huns.

Therefore, Li Mu knew better that the general who replaced him had to fight the Xiongnu head-on even if he didn't want to, and this was what HD wanted.

However, let the Mohists see that the border army of Zhao State was defeated by the Huns and the Huns, would they still be willing to help themselves with all their strength?

Li Mu doesn't know, but even if there is no Mohist, he will counterattack. It is a shame for the Central Plains to be beaten blindly. He will completely crush all the tribes on the grassland to death in one battle!

"I hope it won't be too miserable!" Li Mu could only hope that the frontier army could have even a little bit of combat power, so that the Mo family would not see that the frontier army had no ability to resist the army of all ethnic groups in the upper grassland.

Jin Yao, Gu, and Yang Lou separated, as did the swordsmen who killed the gods. They would not gather together, but dispersed in an all-round way to collect accurate information more comprehensively.

Of course, the Mo family's protection of Jin Yao is still in place, and Gu is almost protecting Jin Yao personally.

"Those who don't know think I'm protecting you!" Jin Yao was helpless.

Gu's cultivation level is very high, and his IQ is also superhuman. After all, he can be the head of a house in Mobian, who is engaged in theory, how can his IQ be low.

However, Mo Bian is just like the Taoist Xunxian group. They are almost all at home. They have negative social experience and EQ. time out.

"Forty years, how did you manage not to go out?" Jin Yao was really frightened by Duigu's Jianghu experience.

"When I was young, I showed my talents and was sent to the Biange for training. Then I followed the teachers to do all kinds of calculations. I often did it for several years. When the teachers died, I took my disciples and waited for them to take me. Boil to death!" Gu said very normally.

Jin Yao thinks about it carefully, isn't that the case with the Biange group, everyone is mentally retarded and unworthy to communicate with them, and then they devote themselves to theoretical research, often a topic for several years, from generation to generation.

"Didn't you say that we should keep a low profile?" Gu ignored Jin Yao's sarcasm, and looked at the long sword that Jin Yao carried on his back that was taller than a person.

This is the Mo Dao that Mr. Xu personally made with new-style ore and iron. They didn't think there was anything wrong with it on the drawings, but when the finished product appeared, the hilt alone was nearly two feet long, and the blade reached a terrifying six feet. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a gun.

But this thing is really a single-edged long and narrow knife!

"So I wrapped it in a long cloth, and I have always appeared as a scribe. Even if I use martial arts, I hold Ling Xu. This is the first time this Mo Dao has appeared in the world. Who would know it is me!" Jin Yao smiled.

In order to obtain the most authentic information, they abandoned the black and white tapestry clothes, put on the attire of ordinary people from the rivers and lakes, and sneaked to Yanmen Pass.

"Shopkeeper, is there a shortage of storytellers?" Jin Yao was familiar with the road in a small town inn outside Yanmen Pass.

"The young hero comes from a novelist?" Those who can open an inn in the frontier are also handsome and handsome people, and it is even possible that some nobles are behind them, so they are inquiring about Jin Yao's identity as soon as they open their mouths.

"That's right!" Jin Yao smiled.

Although the novelist is not big, he almost monopolizes the bottom-level people that Confucianism gave up.

In other words, Confucianism writes history, while novelists collect folk tales.

One is Yangchun Baixue, and the other is from Xialiba. This is the Confucian standard for judging oneself and novelists, and it also affects the public's distinction between the two.

"Then come for a while?" Kong Wu's powerful shopkeeper smiled and asked Jin Yao to come for a while.

"Then let's do a little bit!" Jin Yao smiled and took out a musical instrument he made himself, known as the big hooligan in the musical instrument industry, Suona!

"Is this a musical instrument?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised, this was the first time he had seen this thing.

Gu is directly away from Sanzhang. When Jin Yao practiced this thing in the Bian Pavilion, it was simply torture. At the beginning, the cow moo who claimed to kill the cow could not kill him, until later he got used to it. Maybe they are used to it!

"Drip~~" Suona's mournful and long voice rang out, and all the diners in the inn were stunned in an instant, and they all looked at the place where the voice came from.

The shopkeeper was also sluggish, the sound was too piercing, it hit the bottom of his heart, any musical instrument he had seen, even gongs and drums, might not be able to shake the sound of this thing.

"Hmm~ Nah~" The long voice sounded again, and the bustling inn had to stop the sound at this moment, because the sound of musical instruments couldn't be suppressed, and the voice of speaking was even worse.

Suona is known as the king of musical instruments, and the big gangster in the music world is not in vain.

The most important thing is that what Jin Yao plays is also known as Suona No. 1, Bainiao Chaofeng, and Bainiao Chaofeng is also Suona's business card.

The so-called various musical instruments, the suona is king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the hall.

And this is not talking about suona, but about a hundred birds facing the phoenix!Because whether it is ascending to heaven or worshiping the church, it is the song that is played.

"A thousand-year-old pipa, a ten-thousand-year zither, an erhu for a lifetime, and the sound of the suona ends the whole play. People on the Huangquan Road relieve their sorrows, on the Wangxiang Stage, they remember their past, Meng Po forgets this life with a soup, and the dead souls are crossed on the Naihe Bridge, and they will do it again in the next life." Chinese people!" After the song, Jin Yao spoke slowly, bringing the whole song to a close.

The whole audience was silent, even if they couldn't understand the music, everyone could hear the bleakness of it, and compared to the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the Central Plains, the bleakness of the suona was more acceptable to the people in the border town.

"This... how about, please introduce some other jobs in Yizhuang!" The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time before speaking again.

Deaths at the border are very frequent, so coffins are also carried frequently. Introducing this young man to hold funerals can make more money than inns.

The point is, this is an inn, not a Yizhuang. The musical instrument is down-to-earth, and the lower Liba people are also very nice. As a guest who licks blood at the border, he also likes to listen to it. The problem is, he is not happy with the local mansion!

"Alright!" Jin Yao nodded.

Gu was puzzled, didn't he come to the inn to inquire about the news, why did he go to Yizhuang to work again?

"Didn't you say that you came to the inn to inquire about news, and the inn has guests from all over the world, can you inquire about news from all directions?" Gu still asked his own doubts.

Chapter 81 The Corpse of Yizhuang

"Do we need to listen to these news? Commander Yang Lou and others will listen to this news!" Jin Yao said.

"So, what do you want to do?" Gu was even more puzzled.

"When a person is about to die, his words are good, and when a bird is about to die, his song is also sad. Only the dead can't lie!" Jin Yao said seriously.

The shopkeeper was really warm-hearted, and introduced Jin Yao and Gu to work in Yizhuang the next day.

"Little brother, don't care that this is a dead man's business. Living in troubled times, it is already very difficult to survive." The shopkeeper was afraid that Jin Yao would resist, so he persuaded him earnestly.

Jin Yao smiled shyly, "Brother, you don't need to say more, Yao knows, and I would like to thank you for taking me in!"

"That's good!" The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief. Which young man is not high-spirited, thinking about drinking horses and swords, but in the end, they all lie here with their bones intact. He is used to these things.

The shopkeeper left, and there was only one old man watching in the whole Yizhuang. Seeing Jin Yao and Gu coming, he also briefly introduced what they should do.

"This man, death is like a lamp going out, and in the end it's just a handful of loess." The mortuary said, "But those who can bring Yizhuang are not ordinary people, they are more likely to die at the hands of the Huns and thieves. Those who drank blood in An Ning at the border were only sent to Yi Zhuang by the government because no one claimed them after death."

"Therefore, when they are dead, they cannot be thrown into mass graves like wild dogs like those fierce fighters. We must give them some dignity. Our task is to bury their corpses so that they can be buried!" Mortuary Speaking seriously, he was also telling Jin Yao and Gu that these corpses were worthy of respect, but sad lonely ghosts.

"My father and son know!" Gu Ye nodded respectfully.

Before coming here, he thought that these were nameless corpses, but he didn't expect that although these people were nameless, they were righteous men, worthy of his respect.

"???" Jin Yao was dumbfounded, why did you become my father?

"The key will be handed over to your father and son!" The mortuary doesn't live in Yizhuang, and he is also old. Jin Yao and Gu came, so he can leave naturally.

Gu took the key solemnly, and then the two walked into the Yizhuang.

On a chopping board lay corpses wrapped in plain cloth, some of which didn't even have heads, and the plain cloth was also dyed red.

"The next thing is terrible, if you can't stand it, just wait outside!" Jin Yao looked at Gu and said.

"Who do you look down on?" Gu sneered.

Jin Yao didn't stop, took out a handful of incense and lit it.

"When the body is dead, the spirit is alive, the soul is resolute, and the ghost is the hero... With a long sword, holding the Qin bow, leaving the head, the heart will not be punished... The bird flies back to the hometown, and the fox must die on the head hill... I have no intention of it. So good, even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets."

"I didn't know you before I was alive, and I didn't know you after I died, so I couldn't send you back to my hometown. There is only one pillar of fragrance, and a touch of loess to send to you!" Jin Yao seriously sang and danced and saluted, offering joss sticks.

"Are you part-time the great witch of Chu?" I was a little dumbfounded, what did you learn in those years, how can you even know things from the witches of Chu?

Without reason, Jin Yao threw him a silk scarf and a pair of deerskin gloves.

Yizhuang is not the mortuary of later generations with constant temperature refrigeration, most of the corpses have been rotten after being sent here.

Gu naturally also knows the purpose of the two, to isolate plague ghosts!

When the first piece of plain cloth was opened, a fairly complete corpse appeared, with many scars on the body, and what Jin Yao and the others had to do was to bury their corpses, arrange their makeup, and then bury them in peace.

"The weapon that killed him was very special. It sealed his throat with one blade. He was a master. It should be a long, narrow and sharp weapon, the machete of the Huns!" Jin Yao said, looking at the fatal wound on the corpse.

"This righteous man should have been considered a good horizontal trainer before he was alive. His muscles and bones were strong, but he was not in the top class. He relied on horizontal training and resisted at least three soldiers of the Huns." Gu also analyzed other wounds on the corpse and confirmed The scene of the deceased's death.

Jin Yao nodded, this is the purpose of their coming to Yizhuang, to confirm the strength of the Xiongnu soldiers!

Condensed the corpse, let it go, and buried it in the earth.

It took three days for the two of them to collect all the corpses and put them in the ground. However, the most worthless thing in the border town is human life.

Soon, the new corpse was sent by the government again.

"Small-scale barbarian invasion, their lives are not good, they collided." The soldier who sent the corpse shook his head.

Jin Yao and Gu also got the information they wanted. The army at Yanmen Pass was insufficient, so they could only contain the large army of grassland barbarians head-on, and those small-scale invasions could only be resisted by the warriors and people in the local border towns and villages.

Those who were able to be sent to Yizhuang were all lucky, and most of them died without a whole body, and were thrown into the wilderness to be fed to beasts.

"What did you see?" Jin Yao looked at Gu who was following to collect the corpse and asked.

"The northern barbarians are physically stronger than the warriors of the Central Plains, stronger than the Central Plains in terms of height, strength and physique!" Gu said seriously.

In the past few days, they collected a lot of corpses, and then judged the height, shape and weapon of the person who shot them through the scars on the corpses.

One may be an isolated case, but so many are similar, which proves that the prairie barbarians are far superior to the people of the Central Plains in terms of height, size and strength.

"One Han is five Hu!" Jin Yao sighed, this is just a fantasy, the prairie barbarians of this era are stronger and stronger than the Central Plains people.

"The grassland eats meat, we can eat too little meat, so the barbarians are much stronger than us physically." The old mortuary looked at Jin Yao and Gu and said lightly.

Jin Yao and Gu are not the first quack warriors to come here. Many experienced quack warriors will also come to Yizhuang to check the corpses and analyze the force value of the Huns before they come to the border to help the Yanmenguan army fight against the barbarians.

Therefore, the old mortuary had heard a lot of what those people said, and took note of them. Unfortunately, many people never came back after leaving, and those who occasionally came back lay on the wooden boards.

Jin Yao and Gu saluted and understood the difference. The grassland barbarians are nomadic people who mainly eat meat, so they are physically stronger than the Central Plains people. This is why Qin Zhaoyan can only defend. Because of the ability of individual soldiers, the Three Kingdoms Soldiers are naturally vulnerable.

"This corpse!" After inspecting the corpse again, Jin Yao and Gu frowned.

It was a headless corpse, the head was cut off with a sword, and the movements were clean and neat, and the owner of the corpse didn't even have a chance to react.

"There are calluses on both hands, and he is a master of swords, but unfortunately he didn't even have a chance to make a move!" Gu inspected the body and got further information.

"A first-rate master!" Jin Yao and Gu looked at each other, the person in front of him should be a second-rate master in the arena, but it's a pity that he met a master who surpassed his level.

Chapter 82 Dark Harvest

"It is impossible for a small army to have such a master!" Jin Yao said. He had fought against the barbarians on the grassland at the border of Yan State. Generally, such masters are at the level of a thousand commanders, or even ten thousand commanders, and such masters will also A large army followed, and then was stared at by the frontier army.

"You mean that a thousand-strong army appeared near Chuisha Town?" Gu also responded.

"It may even be an army of ten thousand people sneaking across the border!" Jin Yao said solemnly.

"You two are telling the truth!" Jin Yao and Gu didn't avoid the old mortuary, so the old mortuary asked directly and solemnly.