The north wind roared, sweeping across the snowy fields and mountains.

In the endless wilderness outside the towering pass, the snow has not melted with the arrival of the New Year.

On the ridge, a blind old wolf fell into the group of wolves, staggering forward alone in the vast world, and came to a place where there might be food in my memory.

The old wolf stopped high in the mountains, and looked at the heroic pass of soldiers and generals in the distance, with scarlet eyes filled with blood due to hunger, swept across the snow-covered earth, revealing a little confused.

The cold wind was mixed with the aroma of wine and meat coming from behind the city wall. The old wolf was salivating, but it was not for this, because the "Stone Mountain" that appeared at some point could not be crossed and could not get close to it. One of its eyes was led by the aroma of wine and meat coming nearby and was blinded.

The reason why the old wolf came here was because when he was a child, he followed the wolves. Whenever he was snowing and he could not find his prey, the head wolf would bring them here to see it. He said that the ground was full of meat, and the meat could be eaten directly without catching it or killing it. The fresh flesh and blood were all over the ground. A hundred wolves could not finish it for a year.

It’s a pity that every time the wolves come here, they see the vast snow field in front of them, and the head wolf’s eyes will also show its confusion as it is now.

Lao Lang always thought that this was fake, and maybe the head wolf thought that it was the case in his heart. After all, the head wolf did not know about this news from his father and had never seen it with his own eyes.

However, after it became the leader of the wolf, it would still bring the wolf pack here. Because there was no food on the snow field, it was the same as it is now, and if it didn't believe it, it would have to come and take a look.

Unfortunately, the scene I saw was exactly the same as before, with nothing.

The old wolf was so hungry that he couldn't stand his limbs, so he lay on the mountains and stared at the white snow field below. The only thing he thought about in his last moment was when this news passed down from generation to generation began, and was there really a wolf who had seen fresh flesh and blood all over the ground below...

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"Master, where is there a wolf? Will it bite us?"

"It's dead, don't bite."

The sun shines on the desolate ridge, and wherever you see, there is not even a tree, only white snow.

The girl with a braid was holding a wooden stick as a hiking pole in her hand, climbing up in the wind and snow with difficulty. Her little face was so cold that it was red, she was wearing a red jacket she had just changed into during the Chinese New Year, and a leather water bag was hanging around her waist.

Maybe he rarely climbed mountains and was timid. The little girl looked a little clumsy and kept walking behind the adults. After seeing the old wolf lying on the ground and frozen into an ice sculpture, she hid on the other side of the adults.

The adult was wearing a white fox fur and a felt hat. The long hair under the hat was scattered on his back. He was tall and had a very elegant face. He was not much different from Confucian scholars in the Central Plains. However, living on the grassland since childhood, he made his temperament look a little more indescribable.

The adult stopped beside Lao Lang and admired the beautiful scenery behind the pass that he had never been involved in. The fox fur fur on his body moved with the wind, and his body was as stable as a mountain, as if it was more solid than the mountains below, and was enough to support the entire sky.

The girl with a pigtail stood next to the fox fur man, and was still a little afraid of the old wolf next to her. Seeing that the old wolf was lying in the snow, she poked it with a long wooden stick, hurriedly hid back, raised her cheek and said curiously:

"The wolves I encountered on the grassland are so fierce, in groups of people. Was this wolf abandoned by his family?"

The man in the fox fur stared into the distance, his voice casually:

"Wolves are different from humans and will not leave their family members behind. When the wolves are rushing, the old wolf will always lead the way, the strongest ones will follow closely, young women and children will walk in the middle, and then the strongest wolf will guard the back. Finally, the head wolf will stare at the entire team so that the playful little wolf will not be lost. The wolf blinded, and it may be because it was windy and snowy days."

The girl with pigtails said, thought for a while, squatted down in front of the old wolf, turned her head and looked carefully:

"Why did it come here?"

"All living things in the world have spirituality. Fish will migrate, not because they miss home, but because they are easily surviving in their birthplace. Remember that place, carved in their bones, and they can't forget it. Wolves will come here because they used to have food here and can help them survive the difficult winter. So wolves come every year, and they are also passed down from generation to generation."

The fox fur man sat down cross-legged on the snow in front of Lao Lang, took out the water bag and took a sip, and said with a smile:

"The same is true for people. The further they go, the more desolate they go, the more they will miss the goodness of their hometown. There is no shortage of salt, no shortage of iron, good mountains and rivers. You can plant grain by throwing down seeds and eat fruits all year round. Wherever their ancestors have lived for thousands of years, they have been carved into their bones, and even where they want to die."

The girl with pigtails seemed to understand and nodded, "Master is talking about Jiangnan? It's not better than where we live. We are everywhere. We used to eat steamed buns and rice, but I still thought about eating meat every day. Now I really eat meat every day, and I think about steamed buns and mom wants it too."

The man in the fox fur laughed and looked at the faraway gate: "Just think about it, I'm afraid that I will forget the real good things."

The girl with a pigtail sat cross-legged in front of her and looked at her for a while:

"Today's first day of the first lunar month, there should be lion dances, magic tricks, candied haws, candy people, steamed cakes, dumplings..."

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva and his face turned a little red.

The man in the fox fur fur also swallowed and nodded: "The master is greedy. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

The girl with pigtail bit her lower lip, the chicken nodded as if she pecked at the rice, and then said with a frown:

"That city gate is closed and can't get in. I don't know when it will open."

The man in the fox fur chuckled: "Master just open it for you."

As he said that, he raised his left sleeve robe and a carrier pigeon flew out and flew north.

The girl with a pigtail was a little puzzled and stared at the south for a long time:

"Is the door not open? Master lied to me."

The fox fur man looked calm and didn't say anything, but just looked calmly.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

I don’t know how long it took, and the clear sky suddenly sounded in the north, with a wave of muffled thunder, as if a ferocious beast that had been exiled for thousands of years was roaring in a low voice, even the earth was trembling.

"Master, why did it thunder..."

The girl with pigtails was a little confused, got up from the ground, ran to the other side of the high ground, and looked at the north when she came.

At the end of the vast snowfield, black clouds rose out of thin air, reflecting a strange luster under the winter.

That's a knife, a battle knife!

The blade was like endless waves, spreading to the end of the sky, and the iron hooves of the horse in the north of the desert shattered the land frozen by the frost.

The man with disheveled hair roared like a hungry wolf, staring at the quiet and peaceful world in the south.

Where have ancestors grown up for generations, they have been exiled for a long time. Since their birth, they have never been able to take a look at the words of their parents.

The mountains and waters belong to them. They were driven out that year and their hair was loose for a long time.

In the past sixty years, they endured humiliation, slept with firewood and tasted gall, and in the wild land they despised for thousands of years, they snatched food with wolves and joined cattle and horses. They had enough. Their descendants could no longer stay there, and gradually became barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood. Even if they died, they had to stay at home. People pay attention to falling leaves returning to their roots and dying on their own land, which was better than staying in the north of the world as a stray dog.

They are all men in the Central Plains, so why should you die!

"kill--"

"Enemy attack--"
Chapter completed!