"Here I'm back!"

Then he returned to the Meerqi camp. Fang Zhi, Hu Xiaoshan, Zhou Shi, Zeng Niu and Baole, who were eager to see him, all liked to shout.

Especially when he saw Tian Wuniang, who was originally dying, riding on the horse with a calm and calm expression, a huge rock in everyone's heart finally landed on the ground.

As for the young man who was leaning in her arms...

If you don't die, you will succeed.

"Eggqi! Eggqi! My dad is really here!"

Baole, who had suffered a drastic change and was like a quail who had suffered a storm, now turned into the cheeriest lark on the grassland. Before Tian Wuniang could stop the horse, she ran forward and cheered.

Tian Wuniang glanced at everyone, nodded slightly to Baole, then hugged Lin Ning, who was still "unconscious", and left the horse and handed it over to Zeng Niu who was eager to meet him.

Perhaps it was because the smell of armpits was too pungent and it was really frightening. When Zeng Niu stretched out his arms towards Lin Ning, he suddenly "wake up slowly", and then frowned and covered his nose to avoid the stupid bull.

"Hey, he woke up?"

When Baole saw Lin Ning wake up, he said with disgust in his eyes.

Despite Fang Zhi's explanation, she had heard too many of Lin Xiaoning's evil deeds before.

Those evil deeds were not what Tian Wuniang said, but were heard by the Meierqi tribe sent people to Canglan Mountain.

So, even if Lin Ning was rescued by "blind cat hitting a dead mouse" today, she didn't feel much grateful.

Without waiting for the answer, Baoleer hugged Tian Wuniang's arm and said, "Egeqi, let's go to see Emu and Dad! Dad has long wanted to see you, thank you very much. This time, you saved Emu and me again!"

Tian Wuniang looked calm. She looked at Lin Ning, who was standing still as if nothing had happened, and said, "It was Xiaoning who saved us today."

Baole pouted when he heard this and said unhappyly: "Thank you." He didn't care whether someone understood the grassland language or not, and then wanted to pull Tian Wuniang to the golden tent.

Tian Wuniang looked at Lin Ning and said, "Go and take a break."

Lin Ning replied calmly: "No need, go and go back quickly. It's a turbulent time. We can't wait too long outside... remember it?"

Fang Zhi, Hu Xiaoshan, Zhou Shi and others were twitching their mouths.

Can you pretend like this?

However, to everyone's surprise, Tian Wuniang nodded slightly!

Then, he and Baole, who was also stunned, went to the golden tent.

Lin Ning did not watch, but looked at Fang Zhi, Zhou Shi and the others, frowned and scolded, "What happened before? Did the Canglan River flood your family pour into your mind? Are you Wu Niang's personal guard or herdsmen of the Meerqi tribe?"

Fang Zhi had no choice but to explain: "It's the boss..."

“What is it?”

Lin Ning interrupted: "You should stop calling Fang Zhi from now on, forget about calling Fang Shi. It's stupid like Shi Tou!"

Fang Zhi felt aggrieved, and Zhou Shi was even more aggrieved.

What does your grandma mean?

Zhou Shi wanted to defend himself, but Fang Zhi shook his head and stopped him, admitting, "This is our fault, so I won't be the case." He said strangely, "Xiao Ning, why are you here just in time?"

Before Lin Ning could speak, Hu Xiaoshan and Zeng Niu were proud of each other:

"It was Xiaoning who said she didn't want the boss to ask for someone for a few bags of salt, so she came to pick her up home overnight."

"Oh! Fortunately, we are here today, otherwise you will suffer!"

"Yes, yes, we will work with Xiao Ning to help the boss kill the King of Rausz Greser and save you! No thanks, no thanks..."

"Hahaha, I expected it to be today!"

Fang Zhi and Zhou Shi became darker the more they listened.

Although the younger generation is harmonious with each other, it is impossible not to compete.

Fang Zhi has always been regarded as the first among the younger generation of Qingyun Village. Zhou Shi and Hu Xiaoshan have been competing for the second person. Although Zeng Niu is still close to the second-rate master, he is naturally powerful and is not willing to be inferior.

It is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom of the game on weekdays. In fact, Hu Xiaoshan is slightly better than Zhou Shi, and Zeng Niu.

I didn't expect that today I was saved by Zeng Niu.

Fortunately, both of them are open-minded people. Although they are depressed, they still thank them.

Seeing that they could do this, Lin Ning was not impatient, because his attention was not on them, but on the heavenly flag erected in the vestigial courtyard of the golden tent.

The so-called God Flag is actually a silver giant wolf flag.

The difference between it and the King's Banner is that the King's Banner is a golden giant wolf flag, and a huge Sulu ingot spear is embroidered on it.

In contrast, it seems that the God Flag is more kind...

But everyone with power on the grassland knows what the meaning of this god flag is.

Looking at the God Flag, Lin Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed rapidly...

...

The atmosphere in the golden tent is not as celebrating victory as imagined outside, and is joyful and joyful.

On the contrary, the atmosphere in the tent was extremely solemn and sad.

The reason is very simple. Tumen Khan's two princes, one was the leader of the rebels, committed suicide by defeat, and the other was killed by the rebels.

The Hanha Wanhu rebelled was not just him, but he united five of the twelve Beicang tribes, as well as several important officials from the royal court.

Even the Shaman Temple has their eyes.

And Huchar's retreat this time was indeed extremely dangerous and almost failed.

Even in the end, the rebels sealed the secret room where he was in seclusion with huge stones, burning and flooding, and there was no movement.

Then Feiying sent a letter to Hanha's army to take action.

But the rebels did not expect that Huchar took the last step in desperate situation by relying on the power of fire and flooding...

With decades of accumulated background, you will become a saint!

This is why the turnaround is coming.

But it was a miserable victory...

After three hundred years, the holy shaman who was born again on the grassland first picked 508 heads as soon as he left the seclusion.

These people are all the best tigers and wolves on the grassland.

More important officials of the Dacang Wang Court.

Many of them were even promoted and reused after being humble from their original background.

But they could not understand Huchal's painstaking efforts. If the saint shamans were not released from the grassland, the royal court would not expand south for a day.

Otherwise, who can stop the three martial saints of the Central Plains from heading north?

These people did not know the power of the Martial Saint, and just wanted to invade the Central Plains with their wolf nature, and did not hesitate to rebel.

What a pity these grassland talents!

If they had not killed Prince Kim Il-jeong, they would have no room for redeem, and they would be allowed to redeem their sins.

But now, they must die.

In this way, even though Huzha had already had a great power and quelled the rebellion, what was left was the vast royal court, which was greatly damaged.

Coupled with the sorrow of the two princes, Huchar felt ashamed of facing Tumen Khan.

After all, this Khan gave him unprecedented trust and support from the entire royal court.

If it weren't for the resource support of the entire royal court, even if he was extremely talented, he would not have been able to reach his current level.

However, Tumen Khan entrusted his royal court affairs, but such a big rebellion occurred, even Tumen Khan's two sons died.

In this way, Tumen Khan was a terrible one.

For the Beicang King Court, this harm is no less than the tragedy of this rebellion.

At this moment, Tumen Khan and Huning Yan were both crying, and Mei Ke Dun was sighing and comforting.

When Tian Wuniang and Baole entered the interior, the atmosphere in the golden tent was extremely sad...

The cheerful smile on Baole's face was also stagnant. After looking around, he became obedient and only led Tian Wuniang to a middle-aged grassland man with a graceful face, and whispered: "Bad, this is E Geqi."

The middle-aged man's eyes were so gentle, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint fluorescence.

This person is the Dinghai Dinghai Sword Needle of the Beicang King's Court. Huchar, the saint shaman in the grassland who is now turning the tide.

Huchar looked at Tian Wuniang, and his eyes gradually became surprised.

Seeing him like this, Baole was even more surprised.

You know, her father was a god on the grassland, and she thought there was nothing else in the world that could move him.

But now...

"It is a peerless sword embryo with a clear sword heart! Your qualifications are the only ones I have seen in my life."

Huchar sighed softly, Zhongyuan was extremely skillful, and then his eyes fell on the ancient sword beside Wu Niang's waist. After his eyes narrowed slightly, he said lightly: "Last year, Emu and Baole were saved by you. Emu said you are a good sword, so Baole came to the royal court and gave it to you this Heavenly Punishment. Now it seems that it is indeed a sword for heroes. According to your qualifications, as long as you practice diligently, twenty years later, you can reappear as a sword saint who was called a sword saint a thousand years ago."
To be continued...