[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The Great Khan was about to hold a meeting, which immediately became a grand event for the entire nation. Who would not want to show their skills in front of the Khan, be reused, and become a legendary hero from then on?

What's more, almost everyone can perceive the clues from this call, it is the roar of the storm, and it is an opportunity that will change the fate of everyone.

Zhao Luomen walked through the camp quietly, and there were many groups of young men and women passing by his side. They kept talking and laughing, and every energetic face was filled with a flush of excitement.

Today is a gathering of young people. Young men will compete in martial arts on the horse field, or horseback riding or swords and guns. Many young women also actively participate, and they are as strong as men.

However, compared with tomorrow's real meeting, the young people's small gatherings seem to be a small matter, and only the big brothers will participate enthusiastically...

Ba Gen is a different kind among their father and son brothers. Although he is brave but full of recklessness, he is also greedy, superficial and promiscuous, which makes the insulting nickname "Jackal" a bit appropriate. But being chased and beaten repeatedly by his wife Uzhina, the couple became a scene together.

For Chao Luomen, such a small gathering is of course not very attractive. He doesn't want to show off, and he is not interested in chasing beauty, and his closest right-hand man will participate in the small gathering with a purpose, and will naturally take his place. Pay attention to the talents among the young generation.

This is not only true for Chaoluomen, but also for Alatan and Geriletu. They have already accumulated their respective teams in the past ten years of battle, and now they are more expensive than expensive to absorb newcomers.

A group of children ran amok. They were raised strong and lively. At first glance, they were the cubs of Qilulian and the tribe who had attached themselves to the tribe in the early years. They were not yet young enough to go to the battlefield, so no one could recognize Chaoluomen. .

Chao Luomen wasn't worried about being hit by these little ghosts at all. Although he lowered his eyes, his grace was able to accurately delineate the child's location.

Ever since he was 20 years old, Chao Luomen would no longer be exhausted by the consumption of heaven's grace. He could activate the "Dawn Star" all the time, allowing this ability bestowed by the longevity god to sustain naturally like breathing.

What's more, "Dawn Star" has replaced a part of Chao Luomen's normal vision. He no longer only relies on his eyes, but relies more on his abilities...

There is also a reason why Chao Luomen is short-sighted.

Yes, after years of riding a horse and reading books, and not listening to the teacher's persuasion, Chao Luomen really became short-sighted.

Gradually increasing the grace of God offset the defects in vision, so Chao Luomen put more emphasis on the use of abilities, which made him used to lowering his eyes, and rarely looked at people with straight eyes. Such an unfathomable posture with wisdom beads in his hands is really intimidating People, on the contrary, have become a feature of some kind of wisdom...

Of course, this is mainly due to Chao Luomen's own agility and intelligence. If he is like Bagen, no matter how much he squints, he will not be able to raise the upper limit of IQ.

It's not that no one has noticed the truth. Miao Xuan, who has a good idea of ​​"myopia", was the first to notice the abnormality. He was almost stunned at the time, holding his eldest nephew's face, staring at those big hazy and deep eyes, deeply Confess your negligence.

It's a pity that there is no vision correction treatment in this era, and Miao Xuan doesn't know how to wear myopia glasses. Coupled with Chao Luomen's fierce resistance, he can only let it go...

Perhaps because of recalling the past, Chao Luomen's mood became happier. He even gently gave way to the children like wild horses, and this good mood lasted until he set off Yada's big tent. .

The big tent has been filled with people treating the wounded and sick, but today's situation is a bit special, the proportion of trauma is the highest, and most of the wounded are young people.

Amidst this group of exuberant, squealing patients, an old lady was strolling slowly and unsteadily, and saw this smiling, scary grandma holding a large wooden spoon aloft, stirring the black paint. Hei viscous liquid, while feeding each wounded a big mouthful.

Chao Luomen: "..."

And behind the old woman, a man in a dark red robe was binding and sewing her. His movements were extremely fast, and he walked, tied and sewed in step with the old lady's rhythm, and his technique was quite skillful.

Unlike the old woman who kept smiling, this man didn't show any expression, but his calm and indifferent appearance was enough to attract everyone's attention.

Chao Luomen couldn't help laughing, it seems that these mischievous young people have increased the workload of the two priests a lot, and they really need to treat them well...

Since five years ago, Huo Erlanle has taken on the main job of the priest, and Wuyun Yada, who is getting weaker and weaker, has in turn helped him. Now their cooperation is very skillful.

The only pity is that an unconscious outsider was inserted into the harmonious scene in front of him.

Beside the two priests, Geriletu was holding a wooden barrel in one hand, joking with the wounded everywhere from time to time. He rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, exposing his muscular forearm. With only one hand, it is very natural-to help the little uncle roll up his sleeves, help the little uncle cut his hair, and help the little uncle wipe his sweat.

Chao Luomen: "..."

Geriletu's sense of presence is too strong, he is almost equal to the volume occupied by the two priests. After all, their four brothers have followed their father in physique, and they are taller and stronger than ordinary Tartars. Arada, who was in poor health during the period, was no exception...

On the contrary, their little uncle has always been as thin as he was when he was a teenager. Although his height is not bad, his physique has fallen behind.

Chaoluomen lowered the curtain, strode into the tent, and greeted first: "Teacher, Wuyun Yada——Geriletu, why are you here? Don't disturb the priests for rescue."

Geriletu didn't seem to hear this sentence, and he even said very friendlyly: "Second brother, you are here too."

The pair of biological brothers looked at each other and stopped communicating tacitly.

Wuyun Yada laughed and said, "Geriletu was a great help, otherwise Huo Erlanle would be busy until late today... Chaoluomen, didn't you go to the racecourse?"

Chao Luomen also rolled up his sleeves and cleaned his hands by the door: "There is nothing to go to the racecourse. A true warrior needs the test of war. Such a competition is not credible."

Wuyun Yada recognized it very much, and when he approached Chao Luomen, he handed him the things in his hands quite naturally, and went to rest on his crutches—now, the responsibility of feeding the medicine was handed over to the second brother Chao.

The wounded on the ground laughed, probably rejoicing that Wia, who had escaped from the scary grandmother, greeted Chao Luomen one after another, thinking that they would be taken care of like a good buddy.

Then Chao Luomen used actions to tell them what psychological trauma is.

The medicine had an analgesic and sleeping effect, and soon the wounded calmed down, and Miao Xuan was finally able to recover from the tense first aid, so he had the time to say hello to Chao Luomen.

It's just that when he raised his head and looked back and forth, he inexplicably found that this scene was very strange. It was okay when Wuyun Yada was around, but now it's the three of them...

Miao Xuan: It's weird, but I can't tell what's wrong.

*

The grassland in autumn is full of vitality, and the vegetation and wild animals are crowded all over the sky, taking advantage of the last trace of warmth before winter, they grow wantonly.

At this time in previous years, the Tar tribes were already preparing for winter, and everyone had to get busy and work for survival.

This year's camp was as lively and busy as ever, but this thriving enthusiasm was not for resisting the severe cold, but for attacking the Southern Dynasty.

Compared with the cold winter that can never be overcome, Nanchao is really a tempting opponent. She is so rich, with endless salt and iron, mountains of gold and silver, no snowstorms all year round, no need for grazing. Harvest countless grains...

It seems that everyone is looking forward to it, and everyone is eager to try. Miao Xuan walks between the camps, and what he sees and hears is full of joy and laughter. No matter men, women, old or young, almost no one will feel worried or anxious, let alone fear and anxiety. Back off, as if war were a cozy gathering where no one would die.

Is this abnormal?No, this is not abnormal. The Tartars have too much reason to look forward to war. War is the fastest way for them to get rid of the status quo. grab, go kill...

If you don't plunder, you will wander in the wilderness, if you don't fight, you will fight with the world.

This is such a familiar scene. The disrespect reminded Miao Xuan of Ba Gen's wedding, which was about ten years ago. In the autumn after the Mozhgrad Division broke up, Ba Gen and Uzhina officially got married. On the same day, the groom brought a huge box, all showing off the jewelry in the wooden box. There are many styles, and none of them are produced in the grassland.

On the other hand, Uzhina's father also brought a cartful of furniture and utensils. Those high-quality sandalwood beds and stools were styles familiar to southerners. They were rudely piled up and sent to the newcomers. wedding room.

Perhaps these two people still robbed things from the same place, the son-in-law took away the treasures of the daughter-in-law, the father-in-law swept away the utensils in the house, and the bride manipulated the stolen goods amid loud applause, and they made a rich and lively wedding.

These things should not be green and green, they came from Mozhgrad, and before that, they came from the wealth of the old Khan, and earlier... Then no one can tell clearly, but those who can explain clearly Already all dead.

Today is the past, Dargachi has unified the Tartars, he is the supreme king of this nation, he will no longer allow any form of internal struggle, he wants to expand outward, and his people will work together with him!

This is no longer the wish of Dargachi alone. All the Tartars have seen the re-establishment of the royal family and the unity and unity of the nation. The determination to yearn for a strong nation cannot be suppressed by individuals unless the king The court fell apart again, and the internal struggle among the Tartars began again, otherwise the road to hegemony would not stop.

At this moment, no matter who will be the Khan, the Tartars have only one way to go south. The barrenness and danger of the grassland are real. If this threat cannot be resolved, the only way left is to pass the problem on. up.

As long as the meeting is held and the order is issued, the grassland will immediately become agitated, and the bloodthirsty wolves will no longer have any scruples. The iron cavalry will trample on the mountains and rivers, and the horsewhip will point directly at Hangjing...

*

hangjing.

Shantu, the capital of the Southern Dynasties, is a place of romance in the world. The singing and dancing here seems to never stop. Even in the middle of the night, it is full of people looking for fun...

Rather, late at night is the best time for pleasure-seeking, while daytime is the time to waste.

As the sun was setting, Huo Yuhuai was sitting in the side room, surrounded by several beauties with their own characteristics. They were fat and thin, but none of them were the best here. Pulled into the rear wing—His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who is visiting in a micro-clothes is more willing to give money than his father.

The ladies were laughing and playing, comparing who could defeat this prudish guest first, but Huo Yu was as immobile as a mountain, with his eyes emptied, as if there were no disturbances around him, and calmly captured the heartbeat of the room behind him.

This was really not an easy job. Although the oiran would ask Huo Yuhuai the questions he had prepared long ago, His Royal Highness's heartfelt voice was really unbearable, to the extent that just listening to one sentence would make people want to wash their ears.

Huo Yuhuai endured great pain, and finally caught some reliable news, so he was forced to listen more seriously——

【...Why do you ask this?What can military households do? Isn’t it common to report empty pay? Otherwise, why does the Ministry of War repeatedly delay military expenditures?How can there be such a fool, anyway, the salary will only be reduced, and this is waiting to starve to death. 】

【It's really troublesome, hum, whether it's looking for the old general or the old princess, they are both rebellious and unruly, so they must be hidden dangers. 】

[This ploy is quite knowledgeable, much smarter than the princess concubine, yes, the next step is to deploy troops, but it seems that there is no one for the new supervisor sent to the border...]

[A mere Yanguan pass, every year it is said how difficult it is to defend, I think it is exaggeration and boasting, but in fact, it is not a tall city on the border, and the father is wise? 】

……

Huo Yuhuai remembered every word in his heart. Although he had expected such a heartbeat, he felt really disappointed when he really heard it.

Then soon, His Highness the Crown Prince finished it with satisfaction, while the Lady Oiran didn't feel it, she was full of shock.

Huo Yuhuai: ...

Huo Yuhuai withdrew Shengren, and was finally willing to give his attention to the kabukis in the small room. At this time, these beautiful sisters were discussing who is the number one in the building, and they all wanted Huo Yuhuai to be the judge, booing Let Huo Yuhuai speak out his heart.

Huo Yuhuai had a gentle expression on his face, and a set of cloud and mist masks coaxed everyone to be well. It just so happened that His Highness the Crown Prince had finished changing his clothes and came out with a big belly. Emphasizing "you worked hard" and "it's all my recklessness".

Huo Yuhuai: ...

If you only look at the scene in the gold-selling cave, it is really hard for people to imagine that this guy is the heir of the Southern Dynasty, but the fact is that it is so psychedelic. Today, the prince is the only son of the official family, and he grew up doting on him since childhood. I don't know the sufferings of the world, and when I grow up, I become more absurd and extravagant, arrogant and arrogant.

How ridiculous, just because the borders have been safe for 20 years, an empire with a strong enemy can get used to peace, and even its next successor is unwilling to think about the possibility of war!

Not only that, but this prince can't see the hard work of the frontier army, he just naively thinks that any general can guard the country...

What is even more desperate is that the ruling class in the Southern Dynasty was coerced by each other. The prince's thoughts were the voices of the officials in the capital, and the prince's negligence was the arrogance of the civil and military officials in the whole dynasty.

In the official circles of the Southern Dynasties where there are many factions, no one is truly selfless for the country. Everyone acquiesces to this stupid heir. They regard him as a symbol, a symbol that can be robbed by factions and can be used as a symbol of wealth and hegemony.

The tail is too big to lose, and the accumulation is hard to return.

Huo Yuhuai smiled gently and kindly, showing admiration, watching the prince's dancing and dancing patiently, listening to those disgusting and lewd jokes, all the tricksters in the room were jokingly cheering, laughing at the words that insulted them The flowers are trembling...

Everyone has thrown their human dignity under their feet and is still trampled by the powerful.

After the frolicking was over, the prince was already a little tired. He pressed his fat head on the thin body of a slender girl. The girl immediately dared not move, and couldn't even show an expression of patience and pain.

Huo Yuhuai lowered his eyes, and in this cozy atmosphere that only targeted one person, he asked soothingly: "Your Highness, I have already answered your last question."

The prince squinted at him, turned his head nonchalantly: "Oh? Tell me."

"Zhao Yuanqing, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, Qian Xun, a minister in the Ministry of War, and Sun Xiaoyun, a deputy clerk... are all good candidates."

Huo Yuhuai spat out a string of names with a smile. These people are either fools or cowards, and there are even a few soft-legged shrimps who faint when they see blood. It must be a stern and soft-hearted grasshopper, who will be easily suppressed by the princess.

"As for looking for the old general..." Huo Yuhuai made a disdainful look, and said contemptuously, "Lian Po is old! He is just a reckless man with half his foot buried in the ground, and he has no children. Is it possible that we have to fulfill our responsibilities on behalf of our nephews? Should he be raised in the blessed land of Hangjing? It’s fine to send him to the border town, at most give him some worthless things, and give him a false job, that’s the best of benevolence.”

That's the way it is said, but what about false jobs?The respect you get from looking for the old general is not all brought about by power, as long as the old general returns to Shangzhou - as long as he can go back!Then it would not be difficult for him to lead the army to fight again and regain the military power.

As long as Hang Jing is willing to let people go...

"Oh..." The crown prince was squinting his eyes in a daze, and nodded without knowing what he heard, "Oh... As expected of Huo Jixiang, he really covers everything, so let's do it."

【Let’s do this, I’ll tell Dad tonight, the list is too long, I’m so sleepy...】

The sound of his heart sounded, and with the final word, Huo Yuhuai's heart suddenly let go. He picked up the cup of tea in his hand as if nothing had happened, half covered his face and took a sip. The sweet taste made people sick to his stomach.

The crown prince doesn't know how to use his brain. Since he agreed to his request, he will do it in all likelihood. Huo Yuhuai's purpose of this trip has been achieved, but he can't help but want to sneer—how ridiculous and sad, ten years of blood and tears The bitterness of frontier fortresses is no match for an absurd dream of painting a building.

Huo Yuhuai only felt that the smell of blood seemed to fill his mouth, but after he calmed down, the smell dissipated again, leaving only the annoying sweet smell.

After Wei Jinghuan and Princess Mistress go south, their rescue should go much smoother...

Obviously everything was going well, but Huo Yuhuai's heart was inexplicably ominous. He raised his head, concealing his irritability, and looked at the only open window in the room.

From here, he could see the Hangjing Grand Canal not far away, which used to run through the blood of the Southern Dynasty, but now it has been cut off as the territory converges.

Dusk has come, and the setting sun has dyed the river golden red. The river is like a mirror, reflecting infinite sparkling light, which is cast on the bodies of traffickers, pawns and common people in the market.

At dusk, the soft warm light leaks in from the flower window, carrying the last blaze of heat before dying, the waiter carefully lowered the window screen, lest the halo disturb the master's sleep, so the setting sun can no longer enter the gentle land, Can only wander in vain on the smoky pink silk curtain, inch by inch, helplessly dissipated.

As night fell, the lights of Wanjia were blazing, and Huo Yuhuai quietly walked out of the small building, looking up at the gray sky.

In this world, nothing can keep the dusk.