C11

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the mountain was gloomy. At the top of the cliff, there was an ancient cypress tree with twisted and rugged trunk, its branches swaying in the wind, looking like a ghost with bared fangs and brandished claws.

"Young Patriarch, we're here!" Ba Heng laughed sinisterly, his face becoming even more sinister as the shadows of the leaves and branches fell upon him.

When he looked over Ba Heng's shoulder, he saw a crudely built sentry post standing on the edge of the cliff. The branches of the tree were built and tied with rattan rope, and a lamp was hanging obliquely from the entrance of the wooden fence. The yellow light was like a fog, drifting along with the wind.

Just as he reached the rooftop, the wind howled furiously and surged towards him like a tidal wave. Zhoushou hurriedly supported himself on the swaying fence. Outside the fence, there was a cliff that was over a hundred thousand feet high. It was thrilling.

"Young Patriarch, be careful. If you fall down, you won't even be able to find the corpse." The triangular-eyed man deliberately kicked the fence, causing it to vibrate violently. The triangular-eyed man led the way, causing the triangular-eyed man to waver.

The branch manager gripped the wooden fence tightly, clearly flustered. These people would not act tonight. It would only be a moment of life and death when the clansmen that delivered the supplies left tomorrow.

"Young Patriarch, you will stay here to guard tonight. "If there's any mistake, Lord Wu will never forgive you!" The triangular-eyed man chattered for a bit and then left as he could not stand the cold.

He leaned against the railing and sat down, his cold dagger pressed against his elbow. As he walked along the steep cliffs, he caught a glimpse of a narrow path winding through the weeds and vines.

The faint voices of the crowd came from the room below. Although the wind was strong, his sharp hearing was able to catch their voices.

"I told you to watch the junior family head, why did you come down by yourself?" This was Ba Heng asking a question.

"Let me have a drink of hot water and take a rest. Don't worry, Brother Heng, I won't be able to run away, it's a cliff outside. Just his frail body, hehe … " It was the triangular eyed man's voice.

"The junior family head used to sing and shout, but now he has become a stuffy gourd."

"I think he's scared silly!"

"Hahahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter and was torn apart by the wind.

On the second day, more than a dozen clansmen carried a load of food to the back of the mountain. Later on, more and more clansmen came and brought over some of the items from the real bamboo houses. During the entire day, the Branch Chief really slept soundly in his quilt, causing his clansmen to shake their heads.

"The mud can't support the wall!" When the sun set, the oldest of the pack, Abel, dropped the sentence and walked away huffing and puffing.

"What are you talking about? Look at the back of the mountain!" I thought he had a change of sex and understood things, but who would have thought that he was playing another game! "

"It must be because I feel bored staying in the village that I've come here to cause trouble! How did our clan produce such a heartless kid? "

"F * cking disgrace the ancestors! I truly lost face for his father!"

The wolf stood at the head of the bed, listening to the discussions of its clansmen as they walked away. Its ugly face was expressionless. The branch Shou really did catch a cold during the night on the sentry post, and the clansmen did not have the time to know about it.

The wolf bared its teeth as the corner of its mouth revealed a trace of a mocking sneer. You are a man, not a man-eating wolf. Only a fool would eat a human. Back then when he entered the stronghold, he was also hated by his clansmen. The she-wolf who had raised him in the mountains had snuck in to see him, and had been beaten to death and skinned.

"Ba Lang, go back to work. My uncle said that I will guard the junior family head. From now on, you don't have to worry about it! " Ba Heng walked over and gave him a demonstration glance. Normally, his uncle would just use this wolf cub as an excuse. If he was going to do something big, how could he be as reliable as his own family?

Ba Lang's eyes stared coldly at Ba Heng, who trembled in his heart, trying to put on a brave front as he screamed: "What are you trying to do? "My uncle personally said it himself!"

"Keep an eye on him, don't let this son of a bitch cause trouble." The Ba Lang was silent for a moment, then walked away from Ba Heng, his arm lightly brushing against the other's wolf fur coat. After all these years, he could still feel the soft, thick warmth: he remembered grabbing her by the hair and running up and down it; he remembered the cold mountain cave where they snuggled together; he also howled at the moon with her, awoo …

He walked down the hill, the pale moon rising to the top of the cliff. He wanted to scream, but no one joined him. And the road from the back of the mountain was narrow and steep, with stone steps stacked on top of each other.

In the end, he just stepped on his own shadow and walked back like a silent ghost.

"The stronghold is filled with cheers." The merchant caravan of the wind media is here! " The pup saw his clansmen rushing to the gate, shouting in joy. The women hurriedly took out their tamed hides and dried herbs, and the children followed in a fawning state. They were overjoyed. The wind-borne caravans always brought some colorful candies, sugar-mask people, and they also knew magic tricks.

Variables! The Ba Lang's heart trembled as he quickly rushed over.

More than twenty wind vectors straddled the wyvern, passing through the crowd. The three toes of the lizard bounced vigorously on the ground, jumping over the protruding rocks. They ran quickly, had endurance, and dared to run into tigers and leopards. In the Eight Desolations, only the wandering Wind Agent Race could tame the unruly wyvern lizard.

Several kids rushed over. There were heavy baskets hanging on both sides of the lizard and they were wrapped with tarpaulin. The children lifted the tarpaulin and peeked inside.

"Don't squeeze, just be careful. There's plenty of sweets." The wind carrier who was riding at the front bent down and patted the forehead of a bald child. It then shook its multicolored cloak on its body, and a bunch of bright red flowers appeared out of thin air. He rubbed his hands together. "Pa pa pa!" Petals flew in all directions, and bright red hawthorn candy sprouted out like raindrops, causing the children to scream and snatch wildly.

They were small and thin, all in colored cloaks and pointy boots, their pale silver hair braided with ribbons of coral, white tribulation, turquoise. Their eyes were gray, their ears long and angular, the tips of their ears quivering with the wind.

"Brother Feng Yu, long time no see!" Barley's hearty laughter came from afar, and the surrounding clansmen all opened up a path.

The wind agent at the front stopped the lizard and lightly jumped down, like a leaf falling with the wind. He had a gentle face. He looked to be in his eighties, and he was in the prime of his life.

"Hello, Barley friend." "I wish you and I would follow the footsteps of the wind."

"Haha, may you and I follow the footsteps of the wind. Brother Feng Yu, this time, you must stay with me for a few more days, at least until the beginning of winter, during the 'brazier festival' before you leave. " Barre embraced Wind Speaker enthusiastically. This group of wind vectors really came at the right time. First, the people of the tribe were terrified and desperately needed consolation. Second, in case the horses came to cause trouble, the wind media would not be able to escape and would have to fight the enemy together with the village. These air vectors all had unique abilities on their hands.

Feng Yu smiled, "When the wind leaves, when it stays, it does not listen to others' wishes."

"All right, all right, I know that you wind agents are not used to staying on the same land. But the children of the village look forward to the moon and stars, just waiting for you to come, so that you can watch a few days of vaudeville! Brother Feng Yu, you won't let the kids down, will you? " As soon as Barre's voice died away, the children began to clamor, and the bold child grabbed the wind agent's cloak and shouted and jumped.

"Then accompany the child and have a good time." One of the agents blinked and jumped up, rolling dozens of times on the lizard's back; another spread his cloak, and six colored balls rolled into his palm and tossed up and down, causing the child to scream; another opened his basket, took out his sugar noodles, and picked up the colorful candy. Many women also rushed forward, anxious to trade the goods that they had stored for a long time.

"Start a bonfire, slaughter the pigs and sheep, and everyone will have a good time tonight!" Barley shouted, "Come on, Wind Brother, come and have a few drinks with me. Ba Lang, watch out for us. Guard the stronghold well. "

When he looked up, Barley and Wind Speaker had gone a long way. He narrowed his eyes and looked around the caravan for a moment.

"What's going on?" His expression slightly changed as he pointed to a large basket that he had just unloaded. A person was huddled up inside. His head was lowered and he was unconscious. His ribs were tightly wrapped in a white cloth and blood was seeping out of his body.

"We met him near the village. He fell at the entrance of the mountain. He must have been scratched by a wild beast." The wind agent explained as he carefully picked up the man. "We gave him some medicine, but it didn't work. You Maguspriests have great medical skills, so you might have a way."

"What a coincidence!" "Pak Lang grabbed that person's messy hair and pulled him up." Hmm — "The man let out a faint groan. His skin was dark, his eyes narrow, and his nose bridge was especially high." Ba Lang's gaze shifted down, falling onto the opponent's slender palm. His heart skipped a beat.

"Friend, what are you doing? His injuries are severe. " The wind agent frowned.

"You wind agents are famous for being good people." The pup released his grip and snorted as he walked away. He spun around to avoid the crowd and stared at the man from a distance until the wind carrier carried him toward the shelter.

"Aeolus has always traveled the world and was kind to others." It was unknown when Prince Qiao floated over, as he said to Manchu while looking at the direction where the wind agent had left.

Ba Lang laughed sinisterly, "People who meddle in other people's business will get into trouble sooner or later. "Sir, is that right?"

Prince Qiao smiled but did not answer. The person rescued by the wind agent must be Wu Qi. Even from a distance, he could sense the strong scent of the Feathered Race.

Which show was he going to sing? Prince Qiao secretly pondered. Beside him, Ba Lang's eyes flickered, as if his mind was not in control.

The Witch clan members had already started a bonfire. The roasted pigs and sheep were sizzling oil, and piles of them were burning as they rushed into the night sky. One after another, the wind agents began performing juggling tricks. Some of them pulled up the zither with the tail of a horse and the head of a tiger, causing cheerful music to float all around. More wind vectors and witches, arm in arm, danced and sang around the fire.

"Are you Prince Joe? Prince Qiao, the number one warrior of the Eight Desolations? " At this moment, a wind carrier came over, its eyes wide with a trace of hesitation. He was still a teenager, and the tips of his ears had just grown a little bit of fur.

Prince Qiao smiled and nodded.

"It's really you!" "Five years ago, we met you when we were performing juggling in the Great Jin Yongning Estate. You've offered a congratulatory gift to the Marquis of Yongning by revealing the skill of 'Peaches Core Formation'. I'm so impressed. "

Ba Lang's expression changed, and he continued, "That's right, the junior family head here is also one of your loyal fans. He even allowed me to search through many of your biographies."

"Oh? This is interesting. " Prince Qiao was slightly stunned, but immediately smiled meaningfully, "You can sing for me, then I will go onstage, and look at my makeup." Little friend, why don't you tell us about the young master's matter? "