[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Unexpectedly, this time the great sacrifice ended smoothly at noon, and the scorching sun hung high, and the crowds of the major tribes returned to their respective camps contentedly, preparing to leave the plain.

Nomadic livestock have a huge demand for grassland, but the gathering in just a few months has already made this plain unable to continue to bear a large amount of grazing, and the limited resources are urging all tribes to leave as soon as possible.

In the days before the separation, the Mozhgrad tribe still maintained a seemingly normal calm. Like other tribes, they were busy preparing their bags, and they couldn't see that their Khan had died.

Dariga Chi originally thought that the Mozhgrad Department had already elected a successor who could suppress the situation, but he did not expect to receive two secret letters the next day. Gegen Khan's brother and youngest son had already torn their faces, waiting for the meeting to end After going, they will fight each other.

What an obvious god-given opportunity this is. Gegen is really an unqualified successor to King Khan, and he has not even learned the lesson of the collapse of the royal court...

Darigachi believed that Hasen must have also got the news. The news channel of the Oron tribe was no worse than that of Qilulian, and that insidious Khan would never miss this good opportunity. He would definitely attack Mozhgrad with troops. Even going one step further, join hands with a certain successor candidate to attack the other party, in order to make profits, and then cannibalize Mozhgrad.

That being the case, then Lu Qilian can't stand on the sidelines, they can't let the Oron tribe continue to grow stronger, and the split in Mozhgrad is not just an opportunity for the Oron tribe.

A dead camel is always a good meal for the wolves.

Dari Gachi had foresight and ambition, and his subordinates were already prepared. Miao Xuan even guessed that the grassland civil war was about to start. He didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately decided to send the two elders around him back to the Southern Dynasty.

Whether it was Aunt Lin who accompanied the princess as a palace maid, or Uncle Zhao, the eunuch who was sent to the team as a dowry, their hometowns were all in the Southern Dynasty. Already getting old, staying in the grassland can only spend his old age in displacement.

Once a decision was made, Miao Xuan acted decisively. He could not let the Tartars notice this action. After all, sending southern slaves back to the Southern Dynasty was something that the Tartars could not understand. Miao Xuan had considered caravans, but Judging from the current situation, the risk of the caravan is too great.

Because of the accident of the Mozhgrad Department, the southern caravans were temporarily detained, and they would not want to leave without taking off their skins, especially one of the veteran caravans was completely destroyed. The master and cronies disappeared, the property was plundered, and the rest of the members became slaves, which can be described as a miserable end.

Among the remaining choices, the two goals of Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai turned out to be the most reliable. At least they have the strength to successfully return to the Southern Dynasty, as well as foreseeable future development.

As for the oath...

Ordinary oaths are of course not safe, but Miao Xuan still has a bull horn blessed by Guwen Yada in his hand. This thing can strengthen ordinary oaths to the level of psychological branding, which is enough even for the target.

In addition, Miao Xuan also recruited a southern guide and two western guides from different backgrounds. These three parties supervise each other, which is the last insurance for the returning team.

At this point, everything was ready, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the tribes and caravans leaving the plain, Miao Xuan was also ready to see him off.

*

As soon as the great sacrifice was over, Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai were thrown into the felt tent behind the livestock pen, acting as impostors "priest's slaves", temporarily evading the search.

However, no matter what the origin of the investigation, there is no way to blatantly step into Huo Erlanle's territory, so what these two southerners need to avoid is all kinds of unpredictable Tianen prying eyes.

"Hurry up! Clean yourself up! There are no dirty slaves in the master's tent!"

Amidst the scolding sound of disgust, Wei Jinghuan ordered to wash his body covered with blood and dyes. His wound had been bandaged, and because of the close contact with blessings, he was recovering well.

Wei Jinghuan flicked the river water under his knees, thinking that it was fortunate that he was under the sun, otherwise, the wound would open again after soaking in cold water...

"Be quicker, you are not sheep, and you don't need to comb your long hair!"

The scolding sound came from the river bank again, Wei Jinghuan glanced helplessly at the one-armed woman holding a whip on the bank, turned around, carefully covered his big baby, and speeded up to wash himself, only hoping to hurry up. End this embarrassment.

Alas, who made them threaten and sneak attack before, no wonder they were rude. Speaking of which, the little priest even named this woman to supervise them, maybe he wanted her to express his anger...

Huo Yuhuai's movements were faster, he had already flopped onto the shore, and quickly fastened his pants, but the woman snorted coldly in contempt: "Hmph, two stinky brats, their hair hasn't even grown yet!"

Huo Yuhuai: "..."

Huo Yu was calm, and said in his heart that I don't care about her. I forced the interrogation first, and then knocked her unconscious. She is just an ignorant woman, and I am not angry——

Wei Jinghuan went ashore immediately, and also heard the repeated dislike. He didn't dare to resist loudly, so he leaned into his cousin's ear and said disdainfully: "Hmph, that's all she has to say, so it can be seen that we two The portion is very considerable, and it must be better than those Tartars, hey! Take a look, does she think so in her heart?"

Huo Yuhuai: "..."

So Huo Yuhuai fed the dog calmly, turned around and gave his big cousin a righteous iron fist.

The two brothers were initially out of danger, so they were relieved for the time being, and they even had some free time to fight, but under the threat of leather whips, they returned to the felt tent in desperation, and changed from head to toe to be Tar herdsmen. clothing.

After changing their clothes, before the two of them had time to drink, the one-armed woman appeared at the door of the small felt tent hauntingly again, and said sullenly, "The master told you to go there."

Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai glanced at each other, they both knew that this was the most important time, that little Tartar priest was finally willing to reveal the mystery and let them know who they were going to escort...

The two brothers arrived in front of the little priest's yurt in vigilance, but when they lifted the rug, there was a whimpering sound from the yurt.

I don't know who is crying, it's sad and sour, it makes people cry.

The curtain was lifted, and the inside of the yurt had changed drastically. Compared with the appearance of the cloudy mountains and fog a few days ago, the current yurt seemed to have finally returned to its normal layout. Among the few simple and clumsy pieces of furniture, the little priest was replaced with a Wearing a dark red robe, he was hugging a crying old woman, patting her back gently, and beside them, an old man from the south couldn't stop wiping his tears.

This old woman is none other than the southern slave who was once held hostage by the two of them. Wei Jinghuan was puzzled when he saw this strange scene, but Huo Yuhuai who was at the side had already read the sound of his heart, and his whole body froze from shock. Living.

"You are here." Miao Xuan nodded towards the two targets, "These two are the ones I want you to escort back to the Southern Dynasty."

The old woman suddenly raised her head, gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness, I won't go!"

Miao Xuan sighed, and then said gently: "Aunt Lin, didn't we agree, the grassland is about to fall into turmoil, and it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future, and you have been away from your hometown for 20 years... How many [-] years are there?"

"What about your Highness?" Aunt Lin wiped her tears, "How could I leave alone, leaving you in the grassland..."

Miao Xuan was helpless: "But I was originally a child of the grassland, and this is my home."

Hearing this, Wei Jinghuan finally understood, could it be that this Tartar priest wanted to send his southern slaves back to the Southern Dynasty—how could it be possible?There is such a living Bodhisattva on this grassland!

You must know that the Tartars treat slaves like raising livestock. They may treat cattle and sheep kindly because of kindness or preference, but they really equate the status of livestock with themselves, and even plan to send livestock back to its hometown?

As if disliking Wei Jinghuan wasn't shocking enough, Huo Yuhuai couldn't help it anymore, and whispered in his eldest cousin's ear: "They are all palace servants following the emperor's concubine."

Go out with the princess!

Although it was 20 years ago that the Empress Dowager left the fortress, it was a shame that every patriotic southerner would never forget. It is well known that this team of marriage will never return, and even the remains of the princess cannot return to their hometown, not to mention those Even more humble palace servants...

So Wei Jinghuan was even more astonished. If the little priest's request was really to send the palace servants back to the Southern Dynasty, then it was his duty as a Southerner.

Just as the two brothers were communicating in whispers, Miao Xuan had already coaxed Aunt Lin well again. The poor old woman wanted to go home even if she died, but she couldn't let go of her little Highness, who was like a parent and child, so she fell into an unprecedented conflict. People are almost torn in half.

Miao Xuan patted her on the back again, then turned around and said to the two: "It seems that you have also guessed their identities, that's right, both Aunt Lin and Uncle Zhao were palace servants who accompanied Di Ji to the fortress, I think Let you send them back, but you must conceal their identities, and take care of them like ordinary people."

——Although it is unlikely that anyone will have trouble with the two old palace people, it is always dangerous to expose their identities. Miao Xuan hopes that their old age will be safe and smooth, and not be disturbed by outsiders.

Huo Yuhuai immediately noticed this nuanced tenderness, and he couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him in amazement, trying to find the reason for this behavior from him.

Could it be that this little priest is actually a mix of Tartars and Southerners?

Huo Erlanle is very different from those generally tall, strong and rough Tartars. His appearance actually has many characteristics of southerners, such as his black hair, and his eyebrows and eyes.

Speaking of which, this appearance also combines the advantages of the two nationalities, so in addition to the strength and strength with masculine characteristics, it is also full of softness that is not contradictory here...even, gorgeous.

Huo Yuhuai's face was a little hot, and he hurriedly looked away, but he felt that this guess was more and more possible.

If it is of mixed blood, then many contradictions make sense. Perhaps it is the pain of the blood relatives that makes Huo Erlanle able to understand the southern slaves, but even so, it is very rare. There are more mixed blood on the grassland. Why? Have you seen other people doing similar acts of kindness?Although it is also because Joelanle is strong enough to have this ability——

【His Royal Highness handed over His Highness to me before he died, how could I just leave like this! 】

The old woman's voice immediately broke Huo Yuhuai's contemplation, and he immediately raised his head to look at Aunt Lin, and then clearly heard her inner painful voice:

[The grassland is about to become chaotic, and it is impossible for Qi Lulian to stay out of it. Isn't this forcing His Highness to fall into chaos...]

【He was supposed to be the most honorable emperor, how could he stay with these barbarians on the grassland, drink blood like hair, work hard and poor...】

【Your Highness is Di Ji's only son! 】

……

Huo Yuhuai:? ! !

When Huo Yuhuai fell into a daze, the scene had already reached the link of giving tokens. Miao Xuan took out two boxes to display, one of which contained the ashes of a servant who died in the snow disaster, and the other contained the tokens and letters of Di Ji. And a small bottle of ashes - when Miao Xuan figured out the cause and effect of this life experience, he retrieved his mother's bones, buried most of them on the top of the holy mountain, and took the other small part with him, preparing to send them back to the Southern Dynasty.

Right now, Miao Xuan does not intend to tell the two targets what is in the box. She will open the box and bury the ashes after Aunt Lin safely arrives in Nanchao, and then send the letters from 15 years ago to In the hands of Di Ji's old friend.

Miao Xuan didn't say anything, but Aunt Lin knew it well, so she revealed the truth to Huo Yuhuai again, which shocked the young man again. He looked at the two wooden boxes solemnly, and then raised his head to look at the box again. His master received Miao Xuan's calm look back, still with that insightful look.

Huo Yuhuai lowered his head, the emotions in his heart were complicated and unspeakable.

*

"What did you say, he is the son of that Di Ji?!"

Wei Jinghuan lost his voice and said: "No, didn't you say that Di Ji had a difficult delivery back then, so she died twice?"

"At that time, the royal court of the Tartars collapsed, and the messenger sent by the princess did not have any dignified status, so it was difficult to obtain detailed information." Huo Yuhuai leaned weakly in front of the haystack, and sighed softly, "Besides, Huo Elan Le was taken to the snow-capped mountains as soon as he was born, and few of the Tartars knew about him at that time, so it is not surprising that there are such rumors."

Wei Jinghuan was greatly shocked: "Then this little priest is the nephew of our princess, the nephew of the old general?"

Huo Yuhuai: "..."

Huo Yuhuai said bluntly: "He is a Tartar and is of the blood of the old Khan. In fact, he has nothing to do with our Southern Dynasty."

Wei Jinghuan was immediately speechless, yes, even the court would not allow his daughter Ye Luo to return to her roots, so how could she admit to her grandson with foreign blood?

But for a moment, Wei Jinghuan couldn't help but have a certain hypothesis - if it was the emissary of the princess who brought the child back to the Southern Dynasty, then would this little priest be a Southerner now?

It's just hateful, time can't be turned back, everything has already become a foregone conclusion, they can't change anything, the only thing they can do is to send the two old palace people back to the Southern Dynasty...

In any case, Di Ji's remains were finally able to return to his hometown. Although it was only a small part, it was enough to comfort the old princess.

In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed, and the small tribes with light supplies had already embarked on the journey, and the caravans left one after another. The only remaining Tartar tribes on the plain were Mozhgrad, Oren, and Qilulian. .

It was another late night, and Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai were taken to a pasture in the lower reaches of the plain. The place had been eaten by cattle and sheep for several times, leaving only sporadic greenery. Waiting here, he did prepare water and a guide, and was willing to fulfill the contract.

Here, Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai took an old horn to swear poisonously, Huo Yuhuai had to admit that he was still reckless, if it wasn't for Huo Elanle who didn't have any ill intentions towards them, the escorts would be considered safe. This step alone is enough to make his previous plan come to nothing...

Although you can always find a way to break the contract, since you can leave the grassland peacefully, it is best not to start unnecessary conflicts again.

This time the luggage was very simple, a small sturdy carriage was enough to hold all the dry food and clean water, the two old palace ladies rode in the cart, and the remaining three guides and the southern cousins ​​all rode on horses.

There may never have been such a simple travel team on the grassland, and it was a long-distance journey, but for Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai, this size of personnel was enough-with "Listening Truly", there was no need to worry about mischief; With the presence of "Emperor Heaven", there is no need to fear wild beasts chasing soldiers.

In the thick night, the torches had already been extinguished, and only the thin moonlight was the only source of illumination. The camp of the Tartars was dotted far behind, with the faint light of the fire. A group of people walked quietly downstream, surrounded by Only the chirping of insects and the gurgling of the river are left.

The only person who came to see him off was Huo Erlanle. He was not only the old master of the two old palace servants, but also the child they raised together. Huo Yuhuai couldn't help but think that with the mind and ability of this little priest, if that If Di Ji was still alive, he would definitely try his best to send her back, right?

"My lord, please send it here."

The group of people stopped on a small hill further downstream, and the oldest guide said cautiously: "We will reach Xiaohaizi further, which is an area frequented by savages and thieves, we must start to speed up..."

Before the sender said anything, there was a low sob in the carriage. Hearing the sound, Miao Xuan could only sigh silently: "Aunt Lin, Uncle Zhao, I will send you here."

The two old palace men jumped out of the carriage in embarrassment. The old woman held the young man's hand and couldn't cry. .

The boy didn't move, he just looked at the two of them silently and tenderly, allowing them to vent their emotions.

Wei Jinghuan couldn't bear to look any further, he looked away helplessly, and the surrounding was dark again, so he could only stare at the wolf knife on the young man's waist—under the moonlight, this palm-sized knife was reflecting soft and cold light. The halo is very eye-catching.

Those two squares seem to be really Chinese characters... That's right, since the little priest's biological mother is Di Ji, he should also have a southern name.

Finally, the woman was hoarse from crying and couldn't speak anymore, so Miao Xuan held her back: "It's almost dawn, you should go... Aunt Lin, Uncle Zhao, don't worry about me."

Half-heartedly, the young man pushed the two old men into the carriage, and then signaled to the guide to lead the group to set off. No one dared to refuse his order, so the horse's hooves slammed and the wheels rolled. This journey was a separation between life and death, and there was no mutual relationship again. see possible.

Huo Yuhuai also got on his horse and rode forward following the guide's lead. Obviously leaving the grassland was the moment he longed for the most in the past few days, but for some reason, he felt lost again now.

The small convoy was advancing faster and faster, and soon left the small hill behind. Wei Jinghuan couldn't help looking behind him, but in the deep night, all he could see was the gently raised outline of the ground.

That little priest should be watching them leave, right?

At this moment, a desolate flute sounded, and they quietly caught up with the convoy from behind.

It turned out to be a familiar tune!

Huo Yuhuai also recognized the melody, and turned around to look back. Although he didn't know what it was, he could often hear merchants humming it when he was in the caravan. It seemed that all southern merchants were familiar with this tune, and they used it as a local accent. , always in the mouth.

"Bang!"

There was another commotion in the carriage. The old woman threw herself out of the window and leaned out behind her. If she hadn't been pulled by another palace man, she would have almost fallen off the carriage. Her voice was already hoarse from crying. At this moment, he could only howl like a howl, repeating a vague and strange mournful tone in his mouth.

Huo Yuhuai couldn't help but listen to her heartbeat, but only heard "I want to go back" repeatedly.

Where can I go back?Returning to his hometown, Ye Luo, returning to his roots, or returning to the little priest's side?

No matter which choice you make, you are doomed to regret for life.

Huo Yuhuai couldn't bear to read any more, and withdrew Shengren, but Wei Jinghuan who was beside him suddenly pulled the reins and turned the horse around!

Huo Yuhuai was shocked: "What are you doing?!"

"I'll go back as soon as I go!" Wei Jinghuan said in a hurry, and he rode away, heading straight for the hills——

what to do?

Wei Jinghuan didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt that he should do so, so he acted without hesitation. The speed of the horse was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he brought Wei Jinghuan back to the farewell place. Here He could see the little priest again, and he was indeed standing on the hill, with a bone flute in his hand.

The local dialect of the southerners...

When did he learn this song?He should be able to remember it after listening to it once. He is so smart and knows so many languages ​​at a young age.

Wei Jinghuan got off his horse and ran straight to the hill. The sound of the flute also stopped abruptly at this moment, and the little priest looked over in astonishment: "Why are you back again?"

Wei Jinghuan was gasping for breath, until then he was vaguely aware of his recklessness, but he still shouted foolishly with blood on his head——

"You come with me!" Wei Jinghuan straightened his voice, blushing, "Come back to Nanchao with us, okay?"

Miao Xuan was stunned when he heard that, without even thinking about it, he said directly: "This is my home, and I'm a Tatar pajama, so I won't leave with you."

This refusal finally brought Wei Jinghuan back to his senses. He took a deep breath and said incoherently: "I know, you belong to the grasslands and snow-capped mountains, and you should stay here..."

Miao Xuan was helpless: "Since you know that I will not leave with you, why do you still ask me?"

Wei Jinghuan stared at the pitch-black eyes that were close at hand, and said seriously: "What if you agree."

Miao Xuan only thought it was funny, but Wei Jinghuan's expression was too serious, so he had no choice but to decline again: "Thank you, but I refuse."

Wei Jinghuan couldn't say anything to persuade him anymore, he knew that he was showing his stupidity, but under the gentle gaze of the young priest, he couldn't care less about it.

"What's your name?" Wei Jinghuan said, and then subconsciously glanced at the wolf knife on the boy's waist. He probably will never get this thing, so he can only ask now, "Nanren's name, what is your name?" Yes! Can you tell me?"

This time, Miao Xuan did not refuse: "Yes, I do. My mother named me 'Xuan Yi'."

"'Xuan Yi'..." Wei Jinghuan repeated, "Okay, Xuan Yi, I will remember."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other in silence for a while, until the distant sky was white again, Wei Jinghuan seemed to wake up from a dream, and bowed his head late to apologize: "Sorry, I offended, please Forgive me, and I'm leaving."

Miao Xuan didn't mind, and nodded to him: "Bon voyage."

Wei Jinghuan retreated in vain, so he had no choice but to leave. He walked down the hill dejectedly and got on his horse. At the same time, the sound of a flute sounded behind him, which made him unable to bear turning his head again. In the morning light, I saw that tall and straight figure.

It seemed that there was a wind blowing and pulled the corner of the boy's clothes. Wei Jinghuan raised his head, only feeling that the backlit silhouette seemed to be standing in the middle of the sky, unencumbered and unrestrained.

The horseshoes rattled forward, leading Wei Jinghuan away gradually, and he suddenly remembered... Huo Yuhuai seemed to have mentioned that the name "Huo Erlanle" means the white deer in the snow-capped mountains?

But Wei Jinghuan said that Xuan Yi should not be a meek white deer at all, he should be a goshawk with broad wings, lonely and powerful, hovering freely under the blue sky.