Chapter 1291: Eyes as Deep as the Sea Until Old Age

The sky and the earth are all white, roaring in the vast distance.

There is a man standing alone in front of the wind and snow, separated from the world by one hand.

Wuyan Lanzhu will never forget this scene.

Looking at the back of the cloaked Mai, I felt the power and unshakability before the natural disaster.

She actually thought of the Holy Mountain, and her eyes were dazed for a moment.

Throughout the Chaha tribe, herders who were about to flee or wait for death came over one after another. They all came behind the man in cloak and sackcloth, chanting words such as "God Cangtu protects you", and knelt on the ground devoutly.

In front of the miracle of the vast blizzard being intercepted by powerful forces, the herdsmen sang an ancient song——

"The majestic Qionglu Mountain supports the sky of the grassland. The great Cangtu God shines on your good people. From the plains of the east to the wilderness of the west, eyes like the sea till old age..."

These herdsmen have no extraordinary power, and there is nothing magical about this song. Just being chanted religiously has the power to soothe people's hearts.

Jiang Wang faced the wind and snow directly. In front of his right hand, the frosty white wind was quietly rotating.

In the blizzard that blocks the sky and the sun, this wisp of wind looks so weak, but it is like a candle lighting up the long night, preventing the wind and snow from entering in the blizzard.

Buzhou Feng, who is said to be the most lethal among the eight winds, can even tear apart the violent scenery of the yellow relic, and it is no problem to fight against a sudden snowstorm.

But the scope of this "white-haired wind" is too wide. At least Jiang Wang cannot sense its limit now. He can only protect the small tribe he can see. But it is impossible to trace its roots and cut off its source.

In the vast snowstorm, a figure came slowly.

Saying "slowly" is actually not accurate. This person is very fast, but within the coverage area of ​​​​the white-haired wind, there is an illusion that he is struggling and appears to be slower.

Jiang Wang guessed that he should be a strong man sent by the Supreme Court to "relieve disasters".

Because the other party's goal was very clear, he was coming straight to this tribe. From a distance, he saw that he had protected this place, and he immediately turned around.

Only a white round card shot out in the wind.

"Come Moye, after the white hair wind dissipates, you can take this card to the Supreme King's Court to receive the reward, just look for Cang Yu!"

The sound fell into Jiang Wang's ears in the wind and snow.

Cangyu is not the name of a person, but the organization responsible for public security in the Pastoral Kingdom. It is similar to the Inspection Office of Qi State, but its functions are more complicated. It also has to regularly inspect the grassland, arbitrate herdsmen disputes, etc...

These two words are the feathers of the goshawk, which means "wings of God".

The extraordinary monk Cang Yu belongs to is called Feiya.

Jiang Wang glanced at the round card in his hand and saw that it seemed to be made from animal bones. It was completely white, except that there was a floating feather engraved on the front, which was indeed the symbol of Feiya.

He turned his hand and put it away without paying much attention.

However, the appearance of this Feiya made Jiang Wang more aware of the suddenness of this white-haired wind. Obviously, even Cang Yu couldn't predict it in advance, so he reacted hastily now.

If Jiang Wang hadn't happened to be nearby, it would have been hard to say what would have happened to the Chaha tribe.

Considering the High Court's control over the grassland, such a thing should not happen. No matter what evil thing or disaster it is, how can the Supreme Court allow it to easily affect ordinary herdsmen?

However, Jiang Wang didn't intend to investigate. There were many capable people in Mu Country. He was just passing through the grassland to meet old friends and wanted nothing more.

This white-haired wind comes and goes quickly.

It only lasted about half a quarter of an hour and then dissipated. The sky and earth are clear and vast, and there is a fresh smell after the rain in the air.

It seems that Cang Yu has already controlled the source.

Jiang Wang calmed down and turned around to see hundreds of herdsmen, men, women, old and young, kneeling behind him. Excluding those who are missing and those who have not returned from the trip, probably the entire Chaha tribe is here.

The old man kneeling at the front came forward with trembling knees and said: "Your Majesty the Envoy of God!"

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss Jiang Wang's boots.

Jiang Wang refused to accept the gift, so he quickly stepped away and bowed in return: "Everyone, please get up quickly. I just did something within my power, and I don't deserve such a great gift. Moreover, I am not your envoy. "

As the largest Shinto country in the world, Cangtu God is not stingy with miracles. Going back to the present day, countless divine envoys have become famous and spread songs for the grassland.

But one generation after another, in today's grassland, when the word "god envoy" is mentioned, it only refers to Cang Meng.

This strong man who failed to take action on the river viewing platform wears a cloak all year round and wanders alone on the grassland. Fight against disasters and protect herdsmen. His reputation spread throughout the grasslands, and his statue was enshrined by many herdsmen.

But not many people know his true appearance.

It is not unusual for the people of the Chaha tribe to have this misunderstanding.

The old man kissed the ground devoutly, then stood up, turned around, spread his hands and said, "Go back, go back! We, the envoys of God, don't want to reveal our identity!"

Obviously he didn't believe that strong outsiders would help them. The strong man wearing a cloak who would save them from the white-haired wind could only be a living divine envoy.

Hundreds of herdsmen saluted Jiang Wang in unison. Their piety and solemnity could not be interrupted at all. With expressions of gratitude or awe on their faces, they dispersed.

Jiang Wang shook his head, not intending to correct anything.

He patted the bay-red horse that was lying limply on the ground, and with the help of the Xingsi Staff, he comforted it slightly, making it energetic again.

Then he got on the horse and waved to the old man: "Old man, see you again when we are destined!"

The bay red horse spread its hooves and floated away like a red cloud.

The old chief of the Chaha tribe knelt down again, touching the ground with his forehead, and sent the messenger away.

He was a little surprised in his heart - this messenger seemed different from the priests in the temple. He couldn't tell exactly where the difference was. He just felt that it didn't seem that high or that far.

When he raised his head, he saw a short horse whizzing past and galloping in front.

"Wu Yanlanzhu!" he shouted angrily.

The horse and the girl on the horse did not stop.

...

Going east, not long after walking, the sound of horse hooves was heard again.

Jiang Wang gently pressed, and the chestnut horse stopped obediently. Looking back, it was indeed the grassland girl with freckles on her face. She waved to him from a distance, riding her little yellow horse and galloping over.

"What's the matter, girl?" Jiang Wang asked.

"I'm here to thank you!" Wu Yanlanzhu said.

Jiang Wang smiled softly: "You have already thanked them."

"No, no, no." Wu Yanlanzhu shook her head quickly: "They are thanking the messenger of God, thanking Cangtu God, but I know that you are not a messenger of God! I am not here to thank God, I am here to thank you!"

This girl has a healthy and fresh breath, which makes people feel close to her.

When the herdsmen knelt down to thank her, she was the only one standing.

Jiang Wang had played with her in "debating scriptures" before, firstly because he was in a rare state of emptiness, and secondly because he saw that she was straightforward and interesting.

At this time, he also asked with interest: "Why do you think so?"

Wu Yanlanzhu said directly: "The messenger of God will protect us, just like the herdsmen will protect cattle and sheep. But the messenger of God will not tolerate me scolding him, just like we herdsmen will not tolerate cattle and sheep that are arrogant to us."

Under the cloak, Jiang Wang's expression became serious.

This girl's attitude towards God is different from others, probably because she has read a lot of books.

But these words are not safe words, and the "god" may not be happy to hear them.

"Okay." In order to protect the other party, Jiang Wang changed the subject: "I have received your gratitude."

Wu Yanlanzhu looked at him boldly and smiled brightly: "Moyela, why don't you take off your cloak? Under the light of Cangtu God, we don't need to cover up too much!"

"The light of God can't shine on everyone." Jiang Wang smiled: "Especially for someone like me who covers myself."

Wu Yanlanzhu said a little depressed: "I just want to know what my benefactor looks like."

Jiang Wang tapped his heels, and the chestnut horse trotted again. He just shook the book in his hand to the girl: "Read more books, the answers you want to know about this world... are all in the books!"