Chapter 1290 Snowstorm

"You call this a 'debate'?!"

When Jiang Wang turned his head on horseback, he saw a young scholar with a pair of different-sized eyes.

This man came from a golden distance, wearing a Confucian robe and carrying a book box, a typical Confucian scholar's outfit, and was looking at him with a frown.

It was really embarrassing for Li Gui to meet Li Kui.

Fortunately, Jiang Wang was wearing a cloak, so he didn't expect people to see his face. He snorted coldly and rode away arrogantly to show that he didn't care about this man.

"Hey!" The man swayed and stopped in front of the horse: "Don't go, you just teased the girl, didn't you feel very excited? You want to debate, don't you? I'll debate with you!"

He sneered: "But I have to teach you what 'debate' means first!"

Jiang Wang thought that he didn't seem to tease the girl, and he was "debating" seriously, but the other party had an excessive sense of justice, so he let him go.

He didn't say a word, continued to turn the horse and turned.

The scholar's figure flashed, and he stopped in front of the horse again, smiling: "We Confucian scholars, when we go out, should not be afraid of learning. Why do you always want to leave? I wonder which academy you are from? Which great scholar did you learn from? Which classic is this?"

What is the classic or not, I don't understand.

Jiang Wang was annoyed and said casually: "I am from Qingya Academy, okay? I don't have time to argue with you today, so I'll say goodbye!"

"Ah~ What a coincidence!" The Confucian scholar said proudly: "I am Fang Zongwen, a disciple of Qingya Academy! Why don't you take off your cloak so that we can get to know each other as brothers?"

He emphasized the word "brother", obviously believing that Jiang Wang was a treacherous person who ruined the reputation of Confucian disciples, and reached out to lift his cloak.

Jiang Wang stepped back on his horse: "Fellow Daoist, just talk, don't touch me!"

"Ha! Fellow Daoist again? You should at least call me 'brother' or something like that, it would be more like that." Fang Zongwen pressed forward aggressively: "You are not willing to take off your cloak, is it shameful? Where did this monster come from, pretending to be a Confucian disciple!"

Jiang Wang couldn't argue with him, and began to roll up his sleeves: "Do you really want to debate with me?"

"Oh, what?" Fang Zongwen also rolled up his sleeves with full momentum, sneering: "You want to fight when you can't argue? You are guilty? Do you know what the six arts of a gentleman are...ah!"

As he spoke, he was punched in the right eye.

Bang!

Then it was the left eye.

When his eyes went black, he was punched in the abdomen again, and his whole body arched on the ground, as if the whole world began to bend. He was hit in the chin by a hook punch, and the world became flat again...

There was a lot of crackling.

Fang Zongwen was lying on the grass with a bruised face and nose, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. The bookcase was completely broken, and the books were scattered all over the floor.

There was also a book "Spring and Autumn Fanlu" in it, which was the book that Jiang Wang didn't buy, so he picked it up.

He said casually: "Junior brother, I won the "debate", I think you don't have much to say. I will lend you this book and return it to you after reading it."

These engraved books can be bought anywhere, and they don't involve any cultivation knowledge, so they are not expensive.

Fang Zongwen didn't say anything, which seemed to be his tacit agreement.

Jiang Wang nodded with satisfaction, jumped on his horse, and went east.

He didn't hit him hard. The other party looked miserable, but in fact, they were just flesh wounds, and he would be alive and kicking in a while. Now he was lying there and refused to get up, purely because of his self-esteem.

It was easy to return the book. Since Fang Zongwen was also a disciple of Qingya Academy, he would return it to Xu Xiangqian later.

Read books, ride horses, and beat people.

Life is so happy!

The Mirror of Heaven, also known as the "Mirror Lake of God", is the center of the entire eastern grassland. The Supreme King's Court of the Mu Kingdom is right next to the Mirror of Heaven.

Starting from the Xiyue Bamboo Forest, Jiang Wang first entered the southwest of the grassland, so he had to go east at this time.

Speaking of which, the war between the Mu and Sheng countries in the front seemed to have never affected the grassland at all, and the lives of the herdsmen were still peaceful. To a certain extent, this also reflects the gap in national strength between the Mu and Sheng countries.

I am afraid that this boundless grassland may become tense only when the Jing Kingdom actually sends troops to enter the battlefield.

And how much troops the Jing Kingdom can invest in the Sheng Kingdom, and the attitude of the Qi Kingdom are very important...

Jiang Wang put these thoughts behind his head and continued to gallop forward.

On the way, he also passed the home of the girl with freckles on her face-it was a large felt house. It looked quite conspicuous in this tribe, which meant that her family was not bad and was one of the best in the tribe.

At that time, the herdsman girl was brushing the horse in front of the yurt, looking at the red horse running by with eager eyes.

However, since the previous "transaction" failed, she didn't say anything at this moment.

There was no idea of ​​gathering the tribesmen to rob, although many young and strong men were at home at this time, which was enough to teach people a lesson...

The grassland people are direct in character. They speak when they like and say what they want, but at the same time, the grassland people have their own rules.

Those who wantonly rob and do evil are horse bandits, not the children of Cangtu God.

The feeling of riding a horse on the grassland is very refreshing.

The sky is clear and golden, and the mood is also open.

Jiang Wang was thinking about what to do after meeting Zhao Rucheng and Uncle Deng, with a smile on his face, and suddenly his vision darkened, and the whole sky darkened!

In an instant, frost clouds pressed down, and in an instant, snow fell from the sky.

The temperature dropped sharply.

At the same time, there was a roar that shook the world.

In the distance, there was a vast expanse of white, and it was difficult to see one’s fingers when one stretched out one’s hand. The falling snow was swept by the strong wind, howling.

White hair wind!

"White-hair wind" is a winter storm with strong winds and snow, often sweeping across the sky and the ground.

It is one of the disasters that herders fear the most.

But it is autumn now, how can there be white-hair wind?

And the snow fell so suddenly, and the wind blew so abruptly!

The red horse under his crotch trembled. The last moment, its mane was fluttering, majestic and vigorous, but now it was kneeling on the ground, intimidated by the power of heaven and earth.

Jiang Wang lifted it up and turned around and flew away.

There must be a reason behind the sudden appearance of such a large-scale white-hair wind.

There are strong people on the grassland, and Jiang Wang, who hides his identity, does not want to cause any trouble.

But the small tribe that just passed by has no extraordinary power, and it is obviously impossible to withstand such a sudden white-hair wind.

With spare strength, he can't ignore it.

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Wuyan Lanzhu is the legitimate daughter of the patriarch of the Chaha tribe. Their tribe belongs to the Huerlian tribe.

The Tu clan above Huerlian is the noblest true blood tribe on the grassland.

She was brushing the horse well, and after brushing the horse, she had to continue to feed the cows.

These are her cows, her horses, and her dowry, and she has to take good care of them.

But suddenly, the sky was dark, and the fields were white!

How could she not know that the white-haired wind was coming!

But the white-haired wind only appeared in winter. In her memory, it was the first time it appeared in autumn, and she was not prepared at all.

Moreover, before the white-haired wind came in the past, most of the monks in the Supreme King’s Court would give advance notice so that they could settle all the cattle and sheep.

Wu Yanlanzhu was stunned in front of the yurt, motionless, and her heart was as cold as ice.

The cows were gone, the sheep were gone, the dowry was gone, and the tribe was gone!

In extreme fear and powerlessness, she suddenly saw a figure holding a big red horse in his hand falling from the sky and blocking the snow!

The person was actually holding the horse.

It was the weird man who showed off his knowledge to her.

Seeing him now, she just put the red horse behind her and stretched out her hand to press forward——

The snow and wind in the sky actually stopped for him!