There is no ornate funeral, no expensive coffin, a pile of dry wood, a fire, that's all there is to the funeral; At the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, next to a tributary of the Panlong River, the body of Lao Dao is cremated here, the raging fire has ended everything in the world, this is the place where Lao Dao picked up Xiao Yi, and now it has become a place where Xiao Yi sent farewell to Lao Dao, back and forth, maybe this is the fate of two people!

The ashes of the burning river flow into the distance, and will eventually reintegrate into the land, without tears or crying, no joy in life and no pain in death! Xiao Yi took off his blood-stained black robe, and bathed in the autumn river water here again under the starlight, which should have been refreshing, but at this time it made people feel bone-chilling......

Xiao Yi, who was cleaned, put on a mixed yuan gossip robe again, and his face returned to the kind of warm smile he used to have, which was completely different from the bloodstained appearance when he broke through, no one would believe that at this time, this amiable little Taoist priest with a smile on his face was a black-clothed warrior who wore a 'Chiyou ghost face' on the battle formation during the day, holding a phoenix wings and gold boring, and killed like hemp! But the cobbler, Da Niu and others on the side felt that his smile was so terrifying, as if the sunny Xiao Yi had flowed away with the river, and it was only a demon wearing Xiao Yi's human skin that walked onto the shore......

Lao Dao was sent away, and the children were also sent away, and the shopkeeper Cao Fatzi took a handwritten letter from Xiao Yi, and took the remaining dozen guys to escort the children to Jixian County overnight, where Liang Xiaoyu would take good care of these children.

Everything that should be gone is gone, and the next step is to wash blood in blood!

On the top of Crouching Tiger Mountain, Xiao Yi carefully observed the situation under the mountain, the Huns' camp was like a tiger, lying at the foot of the mountain, and the 'Panlong Pavilion' on the other side of the river was like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf, using intrigues and tricks to devour the flesh and blood of countless women......

Da Niu and the other three people stood around behind him, the right hand of the leathersmith Zhang Ji was wrapped in a thick wound cloth, and the sharp arrow cluster broke the main tendon of the palm.

What the Condor Shooter needs is the full cooperation of the hands, arms, eyes, heart and body, all of which are indispensable!

In the face of such a big trauma, the cobbler was indifferent, he believed that the demon in the heart of this young man who had awakened at the cost of countless blood would make all his efforts unexpected.

"Xiao Lang, the enemy is huge, we only have four people, how can this big revenge be avenged?" Da Niu asked with blood-red eyes on the side.

Among all of them, Xiao Yat has always been known for his resourcefulness and has created countless miracles for everyone, and now all hope is pinned on him.

Looking back at the three people around him, and then turned around and looked at the Hun military camp under the mountain and the Panlong Pavilion on the other side of the river, Xiao Yi stretched out his tongue, licked the remaining blood stains at the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, smiled and revealed two deep dimples, and then touched his nose and said, "Drive the tiger and devour the wolf!" ”

After a whisper, Xiao Yi walked towards the Hun camp below the mountain with a smile on his face, leaving behind three people who were stunned by the crazy plan......

At the foot of the mountain, on the wasteland next to the military camp, the Huns are burning the corpses of the war dead in piles, the atmosphere of the whole military camp is low and depressing, from time to time there are wounded soldiers who make painful screams, a battle during the day, it can be said that both sides are defeated, once these strong men are lost, those wives and children who stay in the grassland mountains are unable to survive the cold winter, for a while, the sad and low grassland songs began to sound everywhere in the camp......

Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, was sitting in the big tent and drinking a big wine, the helmet that was shot off the hairpin was placed at his feet, and a roasted hare was placed on the fire in front of him. The Huns have a proverb: "As long as there is a handful of salt, the real Huns will not starve to death in the wilderness!" "It can be said that the birds and animals in the wilderness are their greatest granary.

After the fire-like wine entered the throat, a burst of warmth rose in the stomach, this kind of wine was one of their goals, although drinking wine, but Liu Bao was depressed, today's bloody battle paid a heavy price of hundreds of casualties, but the gains were very limited, those tenacious Han people would rather burn their homes into ruins than become their slaves...... the low singing voice in the military camp made him very irritable, the Huns only recognized the victors, this plunder of their own soldiers and generals, I don't know how much blame I have to face after I go back, I am afraid that the throne of King Zuo Xian will also be crumbling, and the advice of the Aries King echoes in his ears again, Han people, is it really invincible? No, he is an eagle on the grassland, a warrior of the Great Huns, and he has to gamble again!

When his subordinates came to report that there was a Taoist priest in front of the camp gate who asked to see him, Liu Bao, who was already slightly drunk, was stunned for a moment, because of the perennial attachment to the Han family, the cultural exchanges between the two sides are frequent, so the Southern Xiongnu tribe still knows something about the Taoist priest and shaman's similar profession, which is also one of the reasons why the camp gate guards are willing to come in to spread the news, and the grassland people have special respect for the messengers of the gods.

"Please come in with that immortal master!" Obviously, Liu Bao is also a devout worshipper of God.

At the door of the big tent, the guards searched the comer, and after making sure that they did not carry any weapons, a little Taoist priest wearing a mixed yuan gossip robe, holding a dust, and smiling little Taoist appeared in front of Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor Dao see His Royal Highness the Great Hun Zuoxian King! Your Highness Hail! ”

I thought it was an old Taoist who was a fairy wind and bones, but I didn't expect that it was a young Taoist priest who came in, who was eight feet tall, with a slightly dark face but also beautiful eyebrows, a mixed Yuan gossip robe, holding a dust, extremely standard Taoist etiquette, but very much like a monk.

"No need to be polite, little immortal master, please take a seat!" No matter how big or small the Taoist priest is, he is the messenger of the gods, Liu Bao is also looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him with a sharp gaze as he speaks, and when his gaze sweeps to the slightly dark face, perhaps it is the effect of the spirits, he actually has a sense of déjà vu......

"What do you call the little immortal master? I don't know what I'm doing here? Shaking his head and shaking off the hallucinations caused by alcohol, Liu Bao asked.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! The poor road law is called 'no worries'! This is for His Royal Highness King Zuo Xian to give gifts. ”

Hearing the gift, Liu Bao was a little interested, but seeing that the other party had nothing to do except the Buddha dust in his hand, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "I don't know what the little immortal master wants to give me?" ”

"King Zuo Xian is a famous warrior among the Huns, as an eagle on the grassland, is he only satisfied with a small hare?" Looking at the hare on the firestand, the little Taoist priest pointed to the south and continued in a seductive tone: "There is a huge fat sheep on the south bank of the river, far more than a hundred times the hare, don't you have the intention of hunting it?" ”

"The south bank of the river? Panlong Pavilion! ”

Liu Bao had long heard of the richness of the Panlong Pavilion on the south bank and the caravans coming and going through the grassland, but ......

We Huns have an ancient saying: "A thousand sheep are in sight, it is better to have a rabbit in hand!" Saying that, Liu Bao pulled out a scimitar, cut off a fat rabbit leg from the fire and stuffed it into his mouth, and continued: "What you see is far less practical than eating in your mouth. ”

"The king is worried about the fast-flowing Panlong River, right?" The little Taoist priest seemed to smile even brighter.

"That's right, our warriors of the Great Huns are the best hunters on the grassland, but no matter how brave the wolf king is, he can't go into the water to catch the prey on the other side of the river; What's more, the Panlong River is turbulent and full of reefs, and small boats can't pass at all, and this king doesn't have time to wait here to build a big boat. ”

"Poor Dao has a plan, so that the king and your soldiers and horses can cross the river safely overnight!"

"Oh? I don't know what the little immortal master wants? Liu Bao was very smart and didn't ask for a plan first, he knew that there was no prey in the world for nothing, and everything had to be priced.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! King Zuo Xian is really a smart person, the king should know that after the Yellow Turban Uprising in the Han Dynasty, the court was angry with my Taoists, and hunted down Taoist priests everywhere, and countless innocent people were killed. ”

Liu Bao still knew about the Yellow Turban Uprising, and the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao used the name of Taoism to bewitch the people and raise the banner to rebel.

It is reasonable for the other party to want to take refuge in the grassland and seek refuge for himself...... Moreover, the south bank is extremely rich, if you can grab a handful before Han Ting can react, and then return to the grassland immediately......

"Okay, this king promises you, if you really have a way to let this king's soldiers and horses cross the Panlong River overnight, then I will not only take you back to the grassland, but also build a Taoist temple on the grassland for you and fund to support you."

"So much thanks to the king, the poor road strategy is very simple, although there are no big boats on the Panlong River, but there are many small fishing boats in the various tributaries, the king can send people to collect small fishing boats, and at the same time cut down trees, make wooden planks, and then use iron cables to connect the fishing boats into one, lay wooden planks on them, so that people and horses can sit on it, from the slowest water in the upper reaches of the river Longshou Slope area downstream, the chain boat is huge and not afraid of wind and waves, even if it is hit by the reef in one or two places, it will not hurt much; As long as you cross the river, with the courage of the Hun warriors, take the Panlong Pavilion as if you were exploring the bag! Lying in Liu Bao's ear, the little Taoist priest began to tell his plan with a relentless tongue.

Liu Bao's eyes became brighter and brighter the more he listened, and after listening to it, he pondered for a while, and after thinking about it repeatedly, after finding that there were no loopholes, he slammed the scimitar in his hand into the ground and said, "This plan is feasible!" ”

"This king crossed the river to hunt on the south bank, I don't know what about you, the immortal master?" The cunning of the grassland hunter made Liu Bao ask the last question.

"Poor Dao is willing to stay in the king's tent and wait for the triumphant return of the army!" The little Taoist priest's gaze was extremely sincere, and it seemed to be very joyful.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest in front of him, who seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, was willing to stay in his military camp, Liu Bao's last doubt was also put down. "Order the three armies, send cavalry to collect fishing boats, prepare iron cables, build chain boats, and cross the river to loot Panlong Pavilion tomorrow night!"