Lian Jun

When he got up early, Hean opened his eyes on the grass, and saw the embers of the bonfire first, and immediately sat up.Mingyun's robe slipped off his body.

He cautiously looked around, his eyes were clear and vigilant after the drowsiness disappeared, he bent his legs and felt that the bone knife in his boot tuck was still there, the master's clothes were there, but the person was gone.

When I got up to look for it, I looked up and saw the wilderness, but I didn't know where to start.With rare anxiety, He'an tightly clenched the dirty robe in his hand, and the next moment, his fingers became loose again.

He just saw a figure slowly walking up the grassy slope not far away.Facing him, getting closer and closer, He An breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Yun saw that he was awake, so he didn't plan to call him any more, but stood on the slope and waved to his apprentice.He'an knew it, bent down to pick up the water bag that was specially placed beside him, put on the master's robe with one hand, and trotted towards Mingyun in three steps at a time.

Mingyun led him down the slope, only to see a big puddle below, which was still clear in the meadow.The two stood on the edge of the puddle, and Ming Yun squatted down immediately, and without any explanation, he took out a dagger and cut off a piece from the hem of He'an's clothes.

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The little apprentice widened his eyes.

The short dagger was sharp, Ming Yun cut off the hem of his clothes in an instant and put away the dagger, then pressed the piece of cloth into the water and rubbed it until it was soaked and wrung it half dry, then raised his hand over his head to his apprentice.

He'an didn't understand for a while, and he was a little angry. Brother Jiangtang gave him this piece.

Ming Yun didn't care about this, he just saw the wolf cub staring at him with green eyes, confused and angry.I just want him to wipe his face, the blood stains have been completely dried by the air, and they are splattered black and purple on his face, he really can't stand it anymore.Seeing that he was still standing there foolishly throwing a temper tantrum, he didn't want to argue with him, so he simply dragged him down.

"Wipe your face." Ming Yun said concisely, and handed over the wet cloth again.

"I don't!" The young man sulked with a painted face, feeling that the master didn't respect him very much.

He was so angry that when Ming Yun first grabbed his hand, he failed to pull it off once, and pulled it again with all his strength.Seeing his unconvinced face, Mingyun didn't talk nonsense to him, but Hean didn't answer, so he just covered his face and wiped it for him.

The apprentice couldn't screw the master after all, the boy was pressed against the edge of the puddle and wiped his face clean.Because the master hit too hard, and rubbed the face until it turned red, and the redness became more and more obvious on the snow-white skin.

At this moment, He'an was like a wolf cub whose fur had been rubbed and fried, hating and powerless to resist.Ming Yun rubbed the piece of cloth casually, and wanted to return it to him.However, He'an let out a "hum", and with great backbone, he didn't want it anymore.

Randomly scratching the rumpled hair, he got up and left.I heard Master shouting from behind: "I threw it away!"

Then there was a sound of falling water.

In a blink of an eye, Ming Yun had already followed, and the two of them walked up the grassy slope but hadn't gone down yet.He'an suddenly turned around and walked back without saying a word, still wanting to go back to the puddle to get what he Jiang Tang gave him.

He cherishes everything very much.

As a result, in the shallow and clear puddles, nothing was found except the green shallow grass underneath.

This time He'an understood, and looked back angrily, and sure enough, there was his good master standing on the grassy slope, shaking a piece of deeply soaked cloth in his hand, with his back facing the vast expanse of vast green grassland , and the misty white hazy back of the undulating peaks in the distance.Ming Yun smiled heartily, and the eyebrows and eyes under the scar were bent accordingly, and the vast world was in his eyes.

The wind passed by, and the grass on the ground bowed their heads and bowed their heads. The skin on his face, which was still slightly moist after washing, was blown cool.The resentment after being teased was temporarily dissipated by the wind, and it was the first time he saw this man smiling so happily.

Even in such a difficult situation.

The world is full of dust and scars.

Only then did he confirm the previous discovery that Mingyun loves the snow-capped mountains and grasslands more than he does, and desires freedom more than anyone else.Accompanying me back, maybe it's also for this...

The journey was not safe, and after leaving the Central Plains, they had to enter the border, where Wang Hua was disobedient, and there were groups of sand robbers, robbing money and demanding their lives.There are also many people who are extremely uncomfortable with the hostility of the Central Plains people, either driving them away or provoking them.Eat and sleep in the open air, hang your heart day and night.The scar on Ming Yun's face was left to retrieve him who was knocked unconscious.The horse was hacked and killed by sand bandits, Mingyun felt sorry for his love for the horse, and didn't want to get entangled, so he sent the group of ten or so poor bandits to the west.

I also told him that it was back to basics and went to see the gods on their side.

It doesn't sound like a joke, nor is it conceited, he knows this man's ability, maybe in five or ten years, he still can't catch up.

They will go north, where there is his tribe, the tribe that belonged to his father king.

On the way, I met a wandering sheepherder, who was not very old, and was riding on a horse and yelling at his flock.He'an greeted each other in their foreign language, Ming Yun frowned and didn't understand, he had always listened to this kid's Central Plains dialect.

He'an originally wanted to ask for directions, so he approached, but the wanderer had quickly rolled off his horse, pinched his fingers and blew a whistle.Several long-haired dogs beside the flock spread out and circled the direction of the flock and were not allowed to disperse.

"He'an!" You Hu was also a young man, with the same appearance as He'an, with high nose and deep pupils, when he saw the person in front of him, he was surprised and happy, and even more so he exclaimed in disbelief.

He'an heard the other party call out his name, and took two steps back vigilantly.Ming Yun stood behind him, with one hand on the sword at his waist.

Seeing his defense, the boy immediately took off his felt hat, revealing his fluffy red hair.The degree of curl is not much better than He'an's.

"It's me! Zag!"

He'an's childhood playmate, the little sun of the grassland, Zag.With that bright red hair, there is no one else but him.

After five years, they have all grown up.

Facing his most familiar playmate at this moment, He'an didn't know how to greet him for a while. It was not until Zager pressed him into his arms with a smile and tears, and rubbed his hair fiercely, that he finally had a down-to-earth sense of belonging. .

"You are finally back!"

"Well, I'm back."

Met acquaintances, and finally no longer have to eat wind and drink dew.The two followed Zag to the house to rest, and the enthusiastic red-haired boy wanted to give way to them.He'an said that he wanted to watch the sheep, so he didn't have to give up.

He and Mingyun followed the flock of sheep, and Mingyun deliberately led his disciples into the sheep pile. Amidst the bleating of a group of sheep, he looked at the figure of the young man driving the sheep with a horse.Asked: "Do you trust him so much?"

The so-called royal family whose biological uncle is unreliable, such a friend who has not seen for several years, just follow with such peace of mind?

"His father was my father's general." He'an told him, "He died in battle on the night of the rebellion."

Priest Tazhu told him that the general would rather die than surrender, guarding the last gate of the palace, and was trapped by thousands of arrows.He died in battle for King Hezahan.

He grew up with Zag, and Zag was proud of his father. He often said that he would be the new king in the future, and he would also be his own general, fighting for him.

Now the son of the famous general of the tribe in the past is herding sheep in the grassland, and the situation is not easy to imagine.

The group returned to Zag's tent, one big and one small.But they didn't live with the tribesmen. Hean asked, and Zager smiled and said: "Bolton expelled our family, saying that my father is a traitor."

Hean was silent after hearing this.

But Zag still said: "When I find the opportunity, I must cut the heart of this real rebel to sacrifice to the gods!"

After eating a sumptuous meal prepared by Zag's mother, Mingyun boiled hot water to wash off the dust all over his body.The original clothes were too tattered and worn out, so I borrowed Zag's father's clothes for the time being.The customs on the grassland are rough, and the clothes are also big robes with long sleeves, and the colors are bright and gorgeous.

He'an quickly washed and changed out, and saw his dull master, who was always in either black or white, was wrapped in a navy blue fleece robe, and the long cuffs were rolled up a few times, and they were simply unrolled and tied around the waist.The red underclothes were exposed inside, and the two buttons on the neck were opened, and her black wet hair was loose, and the beard was also shaved off.

Except for a long scar on the brow bone, a person who was originally indifferent, became even more fierce.

Mingyun sat cross-legged on a thick felt mat, and the color-woven patterns of auspiciousness and blessings on the mat surrounded the people in the middle like a bunch of flowers.He wrapped a cotton towel in his hand and wiped it on his head. Seeing the little apprentice coming over with wet hair, he stretched out a hand and waved at him.

He'an came over slowly and sat down beside him.

"What are your plans in the future?" Ming Yun asked him.

They have already learned from Zag that the new king is cruel and benevolent. In the past five years, he has indulged in sex, extorted money, and unpopularly.He'an's former status as the eldest prince may be useful.

"Zag has been in the private militia. I plan to try it." He'an's Central Plains dialect has become much more fluent, and his decision to speak has become more and more firm.

"En." Ming Yun only responded briefly after hearing this.

He'an raised his eyes to look at him, not knowing if Master approves or disapproves, after all, escorting him here is the best of benevolence.He also wanted to ask about Mingyun's future plans.After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't open my mouth anyway.

It seems that if you don't speak, this kind of life can continue forever...

Ming Yun finished wiping his hair, unfolded the cotton towel, and shook it out.He couldn't stand the kid's deep gaze, he stared intently at it, sometimes it was faintly green like a wolf preying on it.Sometimes it is deep and sincere, without saying a word, making people feel cautious when watching...

"Well!"

He'an didn't know why, but his master wrapped his head in a large cotton towel, rubbed his wet hair in his arms, and struggled angrily for a few times, but to no avail.

Ming Yun has already discovered that the fierce little apprentice, who suffers and hates every day, is like a lion cub who is stepping on his tail and blowing his fur.In fact, the curly ponytail is soft and thin when rubbed, and feels quite good, softer than fine fur.

Apart from that stinky face, it was the only redeeming feature.

After kneading enough and letting go, He'an swung his fist to hit him, but it missed without any surprise.

Ming Yun was in a good mood, so he didn't care about him, but turned around and pointed his index finger at the little apprentice on the blanket, waved it left and right, and went out with his hands behind his back.

Thousands of words, nothing more than one sentence: You boy, no.

"hateful!"

He'an yelled out his most fluent Central Plains dialect, smashed his fist on the mattress, and raged impotently in the tent.