MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 6 Witch boy

Chapter Six: South Xinjiang Witch Boy

When Wuxi entered the gate of the capital city, he couldn't help but secretly lifted the curtain.

After walking from the southern Xinjiang to the Central Plains for a few months, he learned that the legendary Central Plains had such a large place and so many people.

The city and the country are connected, the road is full of traffic, and the road looks as if it can't finish walking in a lifetime.

The dense forests in the southern Xinjiang that are filled with fog all day long, and the villages held up by the mountains, seem so insignificant in the face of such a good river and mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, and even a bit shabby, what attracted the Central Plains Is it necessary for the human army to attack their people?

Wuxi asked the big wizard. The big wizard is the most authoritative and wise person in the tribe. What he said represents the will of the Great God of Xi. Wuxi will also be a big wizard in the future, but he is still a child and there are many Do not understand something.

The big wizard told him: "This is the test of the great God of Xi, who is everywhere. He looks at everything that everyone does. He buried the cause today and will reap the results later. But mortal life is too It ’s short, so it ’s like a little bug that pops out on the ground and is going to die soon. You do n’t understand the will of God. When you grow up, you wait until you have seen many, many people, and you know many, many things. You will dimly understand. "

When the big wizard said this, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were involved. His eyes calmly looked at the misty mountains in the distance, dark, like a pool of standing water that would not move.

Wu Xi looked into his eyes and suddenly felt particularly sad. The shaman patted his head and said to him, "You are ten years old, and you have your own mentality, and I have taught you a lot of things, and you may not remember them, and you should go out and have a look. It's time. "

Wuxi reached out and grabbed the long wizard's long robe tightly, pouting his lips tightly and didn't speak. The big wizard sighed: "The Central Plains is a trap-like place. It has the excitement and wealth that you can't imagine. People, the most exquisite things, you may feel that compared to the Central Plains, southern Xinjiang is a broken place isolated by the mountains. You will be reluctant to leave there and forget who you are. "

"I won't." Wu Xi looked at him with a raised face, solemnly raised a small white hand, "I swear to God, I will definitely come back, and I will never forget my people in my life. I Will take my tribe back, I will remember who bullied us, and make those people die! "

The big wizard laughed. He didn't look like a condescending deity, nor was he the same leader, just like an ordinary old man, with a little kindness and exhaustion, watching the day grow up Child, there is an inexplicable expectation, and because of that too diligent expectation, gradually worrying: "Remember what you say today, remember your hometown, no matter how far you go, remember your people Still waiting for you. "

The Central Plains dazzled him. Wuxi was curious. When he walked over a place, he couldn't hate to have a pair of eyes to look carefully. But he was curious and mixed with anxiety. When he went to bed every day, he had to bring the big wizard The instructions to leave were repeated silently in my heart. But in so many places, no one is as prosperous as Beijing, so prosperous that he feels unreal.

Through the opened curtain, a special scent came to his face, Wuxi discerned it carefully. It was the smell from the shoulder-shoulders and the carriage. It was very sticky, and there was a touch of very light aroma in the middle. , With some kind of confusion.

He looked up, and there were people standing on both sides of the road, with bird cages and baskets. Everyone watched them as if they were watching strange animals.

The car slowly stabilized and passed on a large, flat bluestone road. The city also passed a winding river. Several very large and fancy boats were quietly moored on it, and the water rang loudly. As I walked by, the note hanging down from the willow on the bank of the river seemed to be reaching in front of Wuxi. He reached for it, but didn't catch it.

At this time, the car stopped, and the footsteps of some people approached. Wuxi lowered the curtain and sat upright. The door opened from the front. He saw the accompanying tribe, Ai Lai, standing side by side, trying to think Makes himself look taller, behind him is an old man full of laughter. The old man wears a strange tall hat, the wide sleeves hang down to the knee, his hands are covered inside. The voice in his mouth was sharp and thin: "Oh, this is the Lord Witch, isn't he? It's polite."

The accompanying Lu Baichuan quickly explained to him in southern Xinjiang: "This is the father-in-law of the emperor, the first-class celebrity. The emperor specially sent the father-in-law to the outside of the Xuande gate to meet you. The banquet in the palace for you to wash the dust is a big favor. "

Lu Baichuan was a Han man on the southern border. He was one of the guides levied by Feng Yuanji when he fought. He was very proficient in official and brutal language, and he cleverly climbed up. He became a half-red in the army. The visitors from Nanjiang were limited to simple conversations with Chinese. They were a little bit complicated and did n’t understand, so they were specially assigned to serve as translators for witch children.

Wuxi's face was covered with black cloth, only a pair of extremely dark eyes were exposed, sweeping across Lu Baichuan. The smile on Lu Baichuan's face froze. He always felt that the child's eyes were not like a child, so dark, so wild, and the godless old immortal wizard was carved in a mold coldly. It always looks chilly when you look at it.

Wuxi stood up slowly, Lu Baichuan stretched out her hand to help, and was slapped by Adai Lai.

Lu Baichuan was furious, turned his head, but saw the fierce southerner glaring at him in anger, and the colorful tattoos exposed on his naked / exposed upper body made the young warrior look a little hesitant. Suddenly, Lu Baichuan's anger It was cold in his stomach, and he slumped aside, watching Aya Lai bend down, using a very humble gesture to let Wu Xi grab his forearm and carefully help him get out of the car.

Wuxi raised his eyes and looked at the screaming and hilarious father-in-law, hesitating a moment, remembering that the wizard had told him that when he came to Central Plains to consolidate himself, he was supposed to protect the people of the whole family, so he was still slightly low. Look down.

The father-in-law immediately turned to one side and said that he did not dare to be polite: "This can kill old slaves, never dare!"

The imperial city is in the center of the capital city. The palace is connected to the palace. If you accidentally lose it, you will be lost in this golden splendor, as if you have been in the clouds. Wuxi looked up and thought, really high ...

He was a little scared, but he couldn't show it, because there were Amalays behind them, and the soldiers of the enemies watching, he couldn't lose the face of the people.

Wuxi quietly took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and walked in with the father-in-law.

When the samurai soldiers of the southern Xinjiang arrived at the hall, the civil and military officials were quiet and watched this team of south brutal men came in line. The perennial wild life made them look particularly broad shoulders, and the men's shoulders were all There is a totem-like tattoo, honey-colored skin is exposed, and the shawl exudes.

Emperor Jing Qicheng, sitting on the side of this great Buddha, was sitting on the side of the Buddha, yawning secretly while he wasn't paying attention, only halfway through, hearing the newspaper, he stunned back, and tried hard to tears in his eyes Blink out.

He vaguely remembered that in the last life, he only heard that Nan Man bowed his head, and the emperor satisfied his vanity, and there was no other moth. There was no such thing as a proton entering Beijing, and it really happened again. Some things were different.

I can't help but feel a little curious, looking away, wanting to see what the sturdy Nanman who had folded all the 400,000 elites in Daqing looked like.

But at a glance I saw a child surrounded by those warriors. The small body was wrapped in a black robe, and his face was invisible, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he looked very ghostly. The waist was very straight, and he seemed to accept everyone's eyes without fear.

But Jing Qi didn't know why, and thought the child was a bit pitiful.

The military officers in Daqing knelt down and shouted long live, long lived. The Nanman warriors glanced at each other and knelt down together. Only the witch in the black robe was still standing there, looking lonely.

The Book of Rites Jian Shangshu raised his eyebrows, cleared his throat, and said angrily: "Be bold, wait for the two who have obeyed me Daqing, take the Holy as the honor, see the father, and perform the ritual of three knees and nine feet, why not kneel? "

Ai Lai said loudly: "Emperor of Daqing, we lost the battle, we should bow to you, kneeling is also the right thing to do, but the witch boy is the future great wizard, the messenger of the great God of Xi, and does not kneel to anyone! "

Adele's voice was so loud that he let out a voice, and the whole hall echoed his voice.

Jing Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at the past. The man looked at the big round waist, but listening to the sound of speaking, I am afraid that he is still a child. There is such a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

Jian Shangshu's face was cold, and his beard was glaring: "My emperor is the true emperor and the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. It is because the little **** on the border of your barbarian has come down in person. "

Alai Lai stared at him with a pair of Tongling eyes, but Jian Shangshu was not Lu Baichuan's unsuspecting product. Although the old man looked like Eguanbo was weak and fragile, although he was the most disciplined in the ceremony, it was real. An old mule donkey is best at two things in his life. One is scolding, and the other is glaring. He even Peel hides from him a little, and grows old with Alan Lai, with big eyes and small eyes. No one will let anyone.

Jing Qi bowed his head slightly, and pressed the corners of his raised lips back.

Wuxi suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed on Alai Lai's shoulder, and then took a step forward, kneeling squarely: "Wuxi Wuxi, Southern Xinjiang, meet His Majesty the Daqing Emperor."

He hadn't changed his voice, but his voice was clear and clear, with no milk at all. He put his hands on the ground, exposed some pale fingertips, and then leaned down, nodding his head respectfully. Jing Qi noticed that he The fists of the Nanman warriors behind them clenched for a moment, and the young man who had just fought against Jian Shangshu seemed to be beaten by frost, and his eyes were red.

He Lianpei shook his hand and waved his hand: "Fasten up." He turned and stared at Jian Shangshu again. "Jane Aiqing, it's not you who say you, my Daqing is a kingdom of heaven, and there should be plenty of people. He ’s a kid, and he ’s come a long way. How old are you? What can you do for him? Come, give the witch boy a seat. ”

Waiting for someone to kneel and scratch their heads, and then complained about the old Shangshu, making the family completely bad, so as to set off their love, Jing Qi felt that his emperor was absolutely terrible.

Seeing also the emperor Living Treasure leaning forward slightly, looking at the little witch child of southern Xinjiang curiously like a child, he opened his mouth and asked: "Southern witch child, I ask you, since you are called a witch child, what have you done? Does anyone have the ability? "

He stretched out his hand for a gesture: "After practicing your witchcraft, you can become immortals and immortals? Will you be able to guard against the wind?" Oh ... yes, can you pass through the wall?

There was a quiet moment in the hall. There was a dignified ninety-fifth honor to receive the surrendered minister. The first sentence was neither appeasement nor threat, nor was it that Daqing Guowei said that the other party was unjustly lost, and he should be obedient in the future, but asked Will the other party penetrate the wall?

It is estimated that many people are in the same mood as Jing Qi. They want long-sleeved masks that don't exist, or they are like Jianshangshu. Although there is no speech, their beards are awkward, and they will be drawn on the spot.

The author has something to say: It ’s raining today, thunder, and I just unplugged the network cable == I was delayed buying a yoghurt for a minute, and was almost caught outside by heavy rain