The weather in Saibei is really cold, the snowflakes are flying, and the Huns have returned to their former birthplace.

The new generation, they often gather around the elderly, listening to them talk about the beauty of the Han family, the richness and beauty of the Central Plains, and the women of the Central Plains are all fine skin and tender meat, which is not comparable to their own girls.

However, all this is gone forever, because a small tribe of Hukou drove the Huns away.

In fact, even the Huns themselves do not know if this is their birthplace.

According to legend, the Central Plains was always the world of the Han people, who built the Great Wall to defend against some ethnic groups on horseback, including the Huns who later went south.

On the shore of the North Sea, there is a mountain called Mount Kinabalu, where the messenger of the wolf god lives.

There was more than one messenger, and it was they who taught generations of Huns how to raise horses and herd cattle and how to fight the enemy.

Every tribe of the Xiongnu has a holy woman, and every generation of the holy woman will be sent to the sacred mountain. As for what happened to them, the Huns never worried, it was the territory of the gods.

There were also some holy women who had returned to the tribe that had raised them, and that tribe was destined to be glorious because they had learned so many strange things from the gods and from the messengers.

Legend has it that when the Huns first started to go south, they didn't know how to fight at all, and when they shot arrows, they all swarmed up, sometimes shooting their own people.

The messengers of the wolf god have reappeared, and this is the first time that ordinary Hun people have seen the messengers of the gods.

Of course, it can't be seen by all the Huns, and those who are lucky enough to be summoned are all big people.

The envoys scolded the so-called Hun king for being a pig, and he didn't even know how to shoot arrows, but he even shot his own people, which seemed to be no different from pigs. Besides, what is a pig?

Under the teachings of those messengers. The king of the Huns knew that we could sound the arrow and the arrow was the target. He shot his first arrow at his father, because he dared not listen to the wolf god.

Later, he became the king of the Huns, and his name became a legend of the Huns, because his name was Maudun.

In those days. It was the heyday of the Huns, and even the emperor of the Han people was surrounded in Baishan Mountain, what a majesty?

No one wanted to have a Emperor on his head, and neither did Mao Dun, and he began to weaken the influence of the Wolf God.

The Huns galloped freely in the north of the Great Wall, and when they were provoked, they went south to the Central Plains and enjoyed themselves in the world of flowers and returned to the grassland.

It's a pity that today all this is no longer there, and the prairie is full of praise for the prestige of sandalwood locust. Huns. What is that? It's just a race on the verge of extinction.

On the sacred mountain, there are no luxurious, ordinary thatched huts that no one imagines, and it is difficult to imagine how they would be in such a snowy day. He was dressed in a short shirt and barefoot.

At first, the Xiongnu were just a small tribe on the shores of Lake Baikal in the North Sea, and one day, the head of the tribe arrived here.

What did he see? Oh, my God. Someone is riding a wolf, what kind of wolf is that? Compared to ordinary war horses, they are almost as tall as they are, and they look at them casually. The horse under his crotch was on his knees and did not dare to get up.

What in the world can conquer wolves? It is a very troublesome species for nomadic tribes, and often attacks the pastures of herders in groups, and the horses and herders are the targets of attack.

That's right, that's the wolf god, and only the gods in the sky can conquer the unruly wolf.

Immortal Heaven is known to the people of the grassland, but no one knows exactly where Immortal Heaven is. So, from that time on, the mountain, which was not too tall, became a sacred mountain, and it was the closest place to the immortal heaven.

The proud and complacent Huns tasted defeat and never thought that the small tribes who had been driven to the land by their ancestors would be able to turn over and slaughter their own tribes.

Those Huns who had forgotten their ancestors, they were unworthy, and they actually surrendered to their former opponent Han Ting.

The Huns are proud, and if they fail, they fail, and we return to the wolf god, and one day, we will come back.

As a result, the people of the tribe knelt down at the foot of the Wolf God Mountain, hoping to be forgiven by the Lord Wolf God's messengers.

Since Maudun, the big tribes no longer pay tribute to the holy maidens, and they should all be enjoyed by their own kings.

Only some small tribes around the sacred mountain, as soon as they see a red strip of cloth raised on the sacred mountain, will send the holy maiden to the bottom of the mountain for the messengers to choose.

Some of the bold ones found that the messengers seemed to be not much different from their own and others.

However, they speak Chinese, my God, only people with very high status and status have Han staff around them.

This time, the messengers did not show up, leaving the losers on their knees.

The Huns who returned to the north were frightened, and they knew the legend of the wolf god from their ancestors, but who wants to have someone with more status than themselves to offer on their heads?

Mao Dun once said: Immortals are made by mortals, and wolf gods are just people, people who are stronger than ordinary people.

There is a long stream of water flowing all year round on Mount Kinabalu, and it freezes in winter.

The thatched house at the top of the hill has a door that slowly opens, and a middle-aged man slowly walks out of it.

He is a Hun alive, but with an indescribable charm.

"Say, this time you went down the mountain, what information did you get?" the middle-aged man's voice was faint, just like his people.

"Juzi, subordinates and other disguises, like ordinary Huns, are not barefoot." The man looked very young: "Fortunately, the people on the grassland don't know how to guide, and we actually touched the royal court of the Xianbei people."

"Those people are not willing to lie dormant on the shore of weak waters, and they actually support behind the Xianbei people. It is said that many of the Xiongnu bigwigs of the previous generation were killed by them."

"There's nothing strange about this," Juzi turned to look at the northeast: "They were also defeated by Confucianism, so naturally they are not willing to be in the bitter cold all the time, not as good as our Mo family."

"When the Huns went south, do you think that our ancestors did not kill anyone? Whoever dares to stop us is the enemy of the Mo family, whether it is a foreign race or a Han Chinese."

"But Juzi, these people are not satisfied with the current situation, and the connection between them and Tanshi Huai is even closer."

"The warriors of the Central Plains made a move, and those people didn't send wine bags and rice bags, but they all returned with feathers, and they all seemed to be damaged."

"The Central Plains is vast, and there are many people who have learned the art of channeling, so there is nothing strange." Juzi's voice was still so ethereal: "We are hindered by the oath of our ancestors, and we are not allowed to take action in person, and those people don't pay attention to the rules."

"However, Juzi, the Zhao family in the Central Plains has made a move. The great son of Zhao was the first to betray us, and he was the enemy." The young man was worried in his heart: "They are now leading the army to start a war with Tanshi Huai.

"Besides, we ourselves are regarded as demons by the people of the Central Plains."

"No! Juzi shook his head resolutely: "The law of the ancestors is immutable, and this matter is not to be mentioned!" ＂

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart, and a dagger pierced through his back at some point, revealing a piercing tip from his chest.

"Maybe you're right," Juzi's face was joyless and sad: "Don't call the Mo family in the future, otherwise I won't have the face to see the ancestors and ancestors."

"Humph! The young man's heart couldn't help but be extremely happy, and the sprinter waved his hand to let him go down: "You heard that the Central Plains martial artists asked me to investigate. Still suppressing us today? ＂

"Do we still dare to call ourselves Han Chinese? What is the difference between appearance and the Huns under the mountain? The people of the Central Plains say that we are demons, then we are demons! ＂

"I didn't insult the Mo family, the pronunciation is still the same." He slowly took out the Juzi order from Juzi's arms: "You can go with confidence, we are not called the Mo family, we are the Demon Sect!" I'm the first generation of sect leaders! ＂

I don't know if Juzi heard it, his eyes looked at the sky, and the blood in his chest quickly coagulated, turning into a strange black and red. (To be continued.) )

PS: Well, I was wrong at first, and today there are still only two chapters, so I'll go to work right away. Sorry, didn't post it