"Then according to the wise man's will, we should do so." Patriarch Wanyan obviously thought of this as well, and he asked the other party.

"Since we can't figure out what they're going to do, we're going to go back to the tribe in two ways. The first way is to follow the river that flows down the mountain, and the second way is to go back the way we came. There may be an ambush on these two roads, but the chance of an ambush on the original road is greater, the question is how do we divide the troops into two roads and avoid the ambush of Yelu Qishi and Shuhu Yanjiang? Wanyan Jiushan analyzed.

"You take most of the warriors of the tribe back to the tribe from the river that flows downstream, and I take a small number of men back the way they came. As long as I am present, Yelu Qishi will not suspect anything, Shuhu Yanjiang is not a fool, they have not seen me with the people in the tribe, they will definitely be suspicious, when the enemy is outnumbered, this is the only way to do it. Didn't the Han people have a plan called secretly crossing Chencang, so we would come to a secret crossing Chencang, so that they could pounce on the air. ”

"This is absolutely inappropriate, the patriarch still led a small number of people along the river, and Old Man Yu led most of the people to return the same way. Where would Yelu Qishi and Shuhu Yanjiang see so carefully, as long as our large army returns the same way, they will definitely not be suspicious. Our Wanyan tribe still has to rely on the patriarch to promote the glory, and in the future to unify our Jurchen tribe, our Jurchen tribe has suffered the humiliation of the Khitans, and it is imperative for the tribe to grow. ”

"No, the goal of Yelu Qishi and Shuhu Yanjiang can also be me, and I am the patriarch and do as I say. You lead the young warriors of the tribe to return to the tribe along the river, and if I have any longs and two shorts, the tribe will be handed over to Zhantian, hoping that he can lead the Wanyan tribe to unify the Jurchen tribe, and then overthrow the rule of the Khitans. You are a wise man, and you are still needed to guide you in the affairs of the tribe. Patriarch Wanyan said in a firm tone, he couldn't tolerate any rebuttal from Wanyan Jiushan.

Shuhu Yanjiang's face showed a hint of hideousness, he quietly listened to the news from the clansmen, and there were several people standing beside him who were masked and wearing white cloaks and holding scimitars, and after listening to it, he waved his big hand and said viciously: "Keep up with the patriarch of the Wanyan tribe, and the others don't need to care." This time, we will kill all the people of the Wanyan tribe, and then Changbai Mountain will be our Wuhu tribe's. ”

Stepping on the thick snow, the Wanyan patriarch led dozens of prime-aged tribal warriors to walk forward with difficulty, and several tall horses were protected by them in the middle. These horses were not for them to ride, but for camels to pay tribute to the Khitan.

The vast snow reflected a glare of sunlight, and the sky was as blue as a wash, and it was the first sunny day after heavy snowfall. There were no clouds, and occasionally birds flew by, and the dazzling but unheated sunlight seemed to be rubbed by the cold air emitted by the thick snow, and the biting cold penetrated into the placket of the clothes, making people shiver.

Patriarch Wanyan looked at the thick snow in his eyes, and he couldn't help but pull his animal skin fur, which was not new. They had been gone for more than an hour, and they had not encountered any danger, which made him start to have some doubts about his guesses. Or maybe the wise man Wanyan Jiushan and some of the younger tribal warriors may be in ambush, and he can't help but secretly worry about the other group of people.

"Patriarch, everyone is tired, let's take a rest. This horse is almost tired, and it is okay to exhaust us, but don't wear this horse out. A tribesman came up to the Wanyan patriarch and suggested to him. Patriarch Wanyan thought about it, and finally agreed, he wanted to sort out the ins and outs of the general matter.

A small mountain in front of him, although it is not too high, but after crossing that peak, he is almost to the land of the Wanyan tribe. For this road that I don't know how many times I have walked, Patriarch Wanyan has never felt that it is so long as it is today, and he is cautious and trembling along the way. But they were almost halfway there, and they were not in any danger, except for a few wild beasts that haunted the way and back, and not a single ghost was seen.

"Alright, let's hurry up. After that mountain, we will almost reach our tribe, and then we will return to the tribe and treat everyone well. Patriarch Wanyan let go of the tension in his heart, he knew that he still had some panic in his heart. He knew that he was still afraid of the unknown danger, afraid that his guess would happen, and that another group of people would encounter accidents.

As soon as they heard the order of the Yan patriarch, all the people staggered to their feet, and the tall horse also stepped on its four hooves and slowly walked forward under the guidance of the clansmen. The dull sound of stepping on snow echoed across the field, and there was no sound other than the sound of stepping in the snow.

Lifting his legs from the snow with difficulty, he propped himself up on the trunk of a pine tree covered with ice edges with one hand and took off his boots with the other. The snow was so thick that the snow had already seeped into his boots, and a biting cold poured up from the soles of his feet. A few snow particles poured out of the boot, and he slipped his foot into the boot again. There was still some chill in those boots, but it wasn't so biting anymore.

They let out a long breath, for they were almost to reach the peak, and as soon as they crossed the peak, there was an open snowfield, and Huanglong Town was in the depths of the open snowfield, between the peaks.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a winding path, and there were still footprints left by them when they came. Nothing seems to have changed. Looking at this trail that had not changed at all, Patriarch Wanyan didn't know why, and an inexplicable palpitation surged in his heart, and he hurriedly spoke out to stop the clansmen who wanted to step on this trail.

The crowd looked at him suspiciously, and they didn't know why the patriarch would stop them from moving on. Just when everyone was puzzled, the horses in their hands suddenly raised their hooves and neighed, and the horses seemed to retreat uncontrollably, and the men who were pulling the horses were not paying attention for a while, and almost let the horses break free of the reins.

The sudden change made all the people in the Wanyan tribe feel tight, and they showed the big knives in their hands one after another. Their eyes were wary at the path leading to the peak, but they saw nothing, the trail was still thick with snow, and the footprints they had walked on were still the same and clearly visible.

The horses finally recovered under the anger of the crowd, and there was no such thing as a furious move, but the hooves of the horses kept stepping on the snow, and no matter how much they pulled them, they refused to go up. Seeing this, the patriarch of Wanyan couldn't help but change his face greatly, everything in the world has a spirit, and horses are the same, and their sense of smell is often more agile than that of humans when they are sensitive to danger. Apparently the horses sensed danger ahead, so they did not dare to move forward.

But he felt very puzzled, there was a vast snow in front of him, and there was no human figure in sight, and the peak had no trees or rocks, so it could be said that it was a bare peak. The mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow, not to mention man, not even a wild beast.

Just when everyone was suspicious, they saw a white shadow rising from the snow on the mountain, and the white shadow swept down from the mountain like a ghost, and soon appeared in front of the Wanyan patriarch and others. Everyone looked at it, but it was a man with a masked face and a white cloak holding a scimitar, and two gloomy eyes swept on the body of the Wanyan patriarch like a sharp sword.

Patriarch Wanyan couldn't help but shudder, he never thought that there would be someone hiding in the snow, no wonder they couldn't see any figures. The big knife in his hand couldn't help but shake it hard, and then he glanced at everyone, and everyone immediately raised the big knife in his hand to block the front of the Wanyan patriarch.

There was a look of contempt in the white's eyes, and then he put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly and highly. As his piercing whistle sounded, several white shadows suddenly burst out of the snow on the mountain, the same white cloak, the same white cloth mask, and the same hand with a cold scimitar like a terrifying light. Several white shadows swept down from the mountain, and in an instant, they came to the Wanyan Patriarch and the others.

"Tut-tut, if it weren't for these animals, I'm afraid you would have become their ghosts. You're really big enough, but at most it's just a little longer for you. A slapping sound pulled the stunned Wanyan tribesmen back, and then they heard a very discordant sound. The person who spoke was not the patriarch of the Black Tiger Tribe, Shuhu Yanjiang, who was beside him, in addition to a few white-clothed people like those who had been swept down from the mountain, there were also dozens of warriors of the Black Tiger Tribe.

"Shuhu Yanjiang, it turns out that all this is your conspiracy. Why do you collude with the warriors of other countries to kill our Jurchen compatriots. Patriarch Wanyan heard a voice coming from behind him, and he turned around sharply to see the patriarch of the Black Tiger tribe with a playful look on his face. He shouted angrily, he didn't understand what caused the Wuhu tribe to do such a thing that violated heaven.

"It's also the turn of our Wuhu tribe in this Changbai Mountain, you Wanyan tribe have been in this Changbai Mountain for so many years, it's time to quit. You no longer deserve to have this Changbai Mountain, the gods finally chose the right one for us Wuhu tribesmen, your Wanyan tribe has long been outdated, and our Jurchen tribe must rely on our Wuhu tribe if we want to revitalize and be strong. Shuhu Yanjiang did not hide his crazy ambition at all, and he said sharply to the Wanyan Patriarch.

"It turns out that this is your ambition, and this is the real reason why your Wuhu tribe has always been an enemy of our Wanyan tribe. Do you think that if you drive our Wanyan tribe out of Changbai Mountain, you Wuhu tribe can really own Changbai Mountain. Don't forget, our Wanyan tribe has produced the Khitan Great Teacher, as well as the elders and high priests of the Shamanic Sect. Changbai Mountain is the birthplace of our Jurchen people, do you think that there are only rich natural resources here, you are wrong, Changbai Mountain is far from as simple as you think. ”

"Don't come and tell me about the Khitan great masters, as well as the elders and high priests of the shamanic sect, in the face of absolute strength, all this will disappear. Don't expect Wanyan Invincible to come to help you, he has long stopped thinking of himself as a member of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe, and his heart has long been unaware of where it has flown to. In addition to sending your daughter to the door in order to please the Khitans, what else will your Wanyan tribe do, hahahaha. Do you think that if you engage Wanyan Yan to His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, you can really protect your Wanyan tribe, you are too naïve, you believe in the Khitans too much. This is your sorrow, pinning all your hopes on the Khitans. ”

Shuhu Yanjiang roared angrily, he yelled at the Wanyan Patriarch, and then laughed unscrupulously.

At this time, a high-pitched and earth-shattering dragon roar suddenly enveloped him, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, and a thousand pin-like depression rolled in.