At night, Qianli Village lit lights, and many people were busy packing their tables. Today, they returned from collecting food. According to the rules, a banquet was held in the village. It was not very big, but it was just a habit. The leader Wu Kui and the second leader Hu Yue left the scene first. As soon as they walked out of the hall, they broke the tranquility with a fast horse.

"Qi reported to the village leader, the young village leader was ambushed by Xianbei people on Shilipo, and suffered heavy casualties..."

This was the person Wu Li arranged to come to communicate with, and one of the few horse thieves who were not seriously injured, but his blood and ragged outfit was still shocking.

Wu Kui was joking with Hu Yue. As soon as he heard the news, his face suddenly turned pale before he could finish his mouth. He was about to speak, but he started coughing as soon as he opened his mouth, covering his chest, and coughing violently.

Hu Yue hurriedly supported Wu Kui, gently stroked Wu Kui's juniors, looked at the person who came to inform him for a long time, and said urgently: "How is the young master of the village?"

Wu Kui raised his head, his eyes fluctuated, and he was eager to know the result.

The communication horse thief immediately said, "The young master met a Xianbei master and almost got into trouble. Fortunately, a young man who had passed by took action and killed the Xianbei master with one sword. He also slaughtered dozens of Xianbei people in one breath and saved the young master."

This time, the thief who was communicating said the words in one breath, which made Wu Kui and Hu Yue’s hearts fall and he breathe a sigh of relief.

Hu Yue asked: "Tell me what the specific situation is."

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There is a kind of tree that is very proud. Even in the cold winter, it is still green and verdant. The tree is called pine trees. There are very few such trees in the Niudong Mountain area. However, when you are close to Qianlizhai, you can see such a pine forest. The green leaves fall from the branches and slowly fall on the snow, without any sound.

Gu Qingci rode a horse and followed the Qianlizhai people slowly forward. Suddenly, he saw a few pine needles falling down, and caught one. He looked at the woman next to him. The more he looked, he realized that Bai Ling was very pure and not stunning, but he felt beautiful as he looked at him, especially his eyebrows, eyes and eyelashes, which were like a pot of carefully cultivated famous flowers. The petals bloomed in the winter wind, and sometimes they were shy.

Bai Ling, who was depressed because Gu Qingci ignored him for a long time, suddenly raised her head in surprise, and happened to meet Gu Qingci's unconcealed gaze. Her cheeks turned red and she said, "Young Master Gu, you..."

Gu Qingci saw Bai Ling's faint and vague expression, and waved his hand and said, "Your father, why did he say that Qianlizhai is the guardian god of the Han people?"

Gu Qingci's face was unrest, and he had no emotions. He could not tell whether he was angry, joy or doubt. He just seemed to ask a question that he didn't care. However, his slightly raised eyebrows made people see that he seemed to be thinking.

He was indeed confused because he felt that the horse thief in Qianlizhai was very different from what he imagined, but he saw the horse thief in Qianlizhai entering the village to grab grain, almost killing people, and even threatening to steal women. This is the norm for horse thief, and there is no difference.

The only difference is that the Qianlizhai horse thieves are very organized and disciplined.

He left the small village and came in the snow to kill the horse thief.

But, it was precisely because he saw a different horse thief, which made him wonder, and Bai Ling's words surprised and puzzled him even more.

Bai Ling pursed her lips slightly and said, "I don't know much about it. I only remember that it was last year. My father was still there. One day when he came back, he told my mother that Zhuangmatun was slaughtered by Xianbei people in the village and almost killed everyone. In the end, the people from Qianlizhai rushed over and saved a few people."

"My mother didn't believe that Qianlizhai people would come to save people. My father said that when Qianlizhai did not appear, many foreign races oppressed us Han people because there were very few Han people in the 100,000 mountains. Until Qianlizhai appeared, the Han people were not oppressed much. At that time, my mother had not gotten married to my father, so I didn't know."

Gu Qingci raised his eyebrows and suddenly became stunned. To put it this way, the existence of Qianlizhai is a good thing for the Han villages in the 100,000 mountains!

However, Gu Qingci shook his head and still refused to agree with Qianli Village. After all, he saw how Qianli Village oppressed the Han people.

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When the dark curtain fell, the snow that had been flying for a day gradually subsided. At a glance, even the darkness could be seen vaguely with white mountains covered with steep mountains.

Gu Qingci and his party climbed over a mountain and walked up the mountain for a stick of incense. They saw clusters of flames on the top of the mountain in the distance, flashing, first they saw a few points, getting closer and closer, and more and more, swaying in the dark night, like the ghost fire in the old man's story, stretching continuously in this night.

This is Niudong Mountain, and you will enter Qianli Village.

Wu Li, who was chattering and noisy next to Gu Qingci, suddenly looked shocked, an excited smile appeared on his face, and he shouted: "Brother, that's my father here, he's here to pick us up!"

Gu Qingci was already drowsy when he rode on the horse. When he heard Wu Li's shouting, his eyelids tightened and slowly formed a line. It was already a cold weather, and it seemed even colder. He looked at Qianli Village in front of him, then looked at Wu Li next to him, and sighed slowly.

After all, Wu Li grew up in a bandit's nest since he was a child, and he has long been commonplace for the death of people. He was ambushed in the daytime and died many people. Although he still felt uncomfortable, he did not seek death. In these 100,000 mountains, the rule of the strong is the survival of the weak. As the young master of Qianli Village, he understands this truth more than anyone else.

What really made Gu Qingci speechless was that Wu Li was so thick-skinned that he pestered him all the way and insisted on becoming a disciple. In the end, after being rejected by Gu Qingci many times, he bowed to his elder brother, regardless of whether he agreed or not, and insisted on calling him that.

"Brother, brother, my dad, hehe, my dad is here!"

Wu Li twitched his horse's butt and rode forward.

Gu Qingci moved slowly behind him, but he was not in a hurry. Bai Ling next to him suddenly smiled and said, "Young Master Gu, this Young Master Wu Li is really like a child!"

Gu Qingci let out a long sigh. During this cold season, a white mist was particularly clear. Then he whispered: "He is a man and a child, but I don't know Qianli Village, haha, is it really a thousand miles of gathering? What is the meaning of gathering?"

At that moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, blowing Gu Qingci's hair, as if it was still as mountains. His face was dry, but it was stained with hair and the wind did not move. Bai Ling raised his head in surprise, because Gu Qingci had ignored her. Suddenly, he heard Gu Qingci's voice and said in surprise: "Mr. Gu, what did you say?"
Chapter completed!