On the northern suburb pasture, Jia Huan looked stern and rode his war horse all the way.

Whenever a herdsman passes by, the herdsmen will immediately kneel down to the ground when they see it is Jia Huan, and then worship the great ceremony of prostrating their bodies.

Compared to the once distressed and depressed life, the new life that Jia Huan brought them gives them heartfelt respect.

If it were the past, when Jia Huan met such a big gift, he would definitely stop and smile and let them get up.

After all, these people are working hard for him to graze.

These people are different from the maids and servants in the mansion. Although those servants and maids are all slaves, the servants and maids of wealthy families live a better life than ordinary people.

During festivals, or when you encounter a happy event, the rewards given by the master can sometimes be lived for several months.

This is still an ordinary maid. If a maid like Yuanyang, hey, her private money will definitely not be less than that of an ordinary landlord.

Therefore, Jia Huan also received the gift of such a blessing.

But these herders, in the cold winter, in the hot summer, in the wind, rain, frost and snow, all had to grazed him.

For those who are really hard-working, Jia Huan thought it was not easy to bear it easily.

But today is different...

The north wind suddenly rises.

A group of yurts composed of dozens of yurts can be seen from afar.

The prayer flags flutter in the wind, and Hada flies.

Jia Huan and his group's horses gradually slowed down, and everyone's eyes were aimed at the group three hundred steps away.

The two old men in the lead, although they had a white face and had no beard and looked feminine, but they were all astonishing.

The two stood with their hands behind their backs, squinted their eyes, and looked at the rolling riding, with their eyes fluctuating.

"end."

When the group of people opposite him was thirty steps away, Jia Huan held his hand and stopped the back team.

But he himself rode his horse and walked forward slowly.

Although Timur and Borchi and other personal soldiers stopped the horse, Wuyuan and Dong Qianhai were still several steps behind and followed.

However, the three of them finally stopped the horse ten steps away from the group of people ahead.

Jia Huan stared at the group of people in front of him, which were them, hiding behind the scenes, and rolling up the huge waves of the Shenjing City.

The Supreme Emperor passed away and the Tian family was divided into pieces.

They succeeded.

After hiding for thirty years, they finally found an opportunity to "acvenge" the country for the first Rongrong.

But……

They didn't stop and wanted to continue to go crazy.

They killed Ning Zhi, Xie Qiong, and tens of thousands... No, including the old Huangsha soldiers who died in the northwest, they killed nearly 100,000 troops.

them……

Just as Jia Huan was stunned and dazed, Dong Qianhai frowned slightly, and quietly blinked his fingers, and a strong wind flew behind Jia Huan.

Jia Huan was slightly shocked, came to his senses, and looked at the people in front of him with a slightly strange expression.

He turned over and dismounted, walked forward, bowed his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Is there a secret room?"

The two old men in the lead flashed their eyes more and more intensely. One of them nodded, and compared his hand backwards, saying, "Please."

The sound is thin and sharp.

Jia Huan did not leave first, but turned around to Dong Qianhai and Wu Yuan who were about to follow him, saying, "Father-in-law, Uncle Yuan, you can just be here..."

When Dong Qianhai and Wu Yuan heard this, they frowned and looked at Jia Huan.

Jia Huan smiled softly and said, "If... there are dangers here, then the world is so big, where can I see my Jia family?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Dong Qianhai and Wu Yuanquan were farts.

But the other people with faces, especially the several old people among them, were all moved.

Seeing this, Dong and Wu stopped forcing each other and nodded slowly.

Then, Jia Huan turned around, nodded to the old man beside him, and then walked in big strolls. In a blink of an eye, a group of people disappeared into the Mongolian private room.

...

Jia Huan always walked in the front, following the uncontrollable guidance of an old man behind, and opened the entrance to the secret room.

Not in the yurt, but on the edge of a grass valley beside a pen, pulling up a piece of old stone slab that seems to be a foot-cushion, half of the old stone slab buried in the soil, revealing a dark tunnel below.

Without any hesitation or fear, Jia Huan just walked down the steps of the tunnel in a noble manner.

In this way, he completely handed over the back to the rear...

Everyone behind saw it and looked at each other.

At this time, if someone wants to kill Jia Huan, it’s really effortless...

However, in the eyes of the old men behind, there was naturally no murderous intent, but a kind of slight touching and closeness, which would be worthy of them...

Thirty years of waiting!

Without any delay, the group followed Jia Huan and went down the tunnel.

After Jia Huan walked down the last step, he looked at the secret room below.

A few big sheep horn lanterns were lit in the secret room.

This is a secret room similar to a cellar, very crude.

But there were several secret passages on the walls and soil around the secret room.

It can be seen that they have made a lot of preparations.

I just don’t know how long these secret passages are and where they lead to…

But it is obvious that it is difficult if someone wants to surround them.

There were not many people in the secret room. In addition to Jia Huan, there were also the two old men in the head, as well as four other old men, six middle-aged men, and three young men.

Among the young people, there is even one girl.

However, it can be seen that these people are all very skilled.

Jia Huan walked in front and walked to the innermost part of the secret room. He looked at the exit of a secret passage beside him, but he couldn't see clearly what was dark.

He stopped looking at the crowd behind him, turned around slowly and looked at the people behind him...

"Huang De (Zhan Chao), see the young master!"

The two old men in the lead had extremely moving faces, their voices were sharp but extremely excited.

It seems that I have been waiting for this day for a long time...

The two of them celebrated a great ceremony.

Behind the two, four old men with long and beautiful faces also knelt down and worshiped: "We will meet the young master!"

Behind the four old men were six middle-aged men who looked about forty years old, all of whom looked quite calm. Six people followed behind the four old men and bowed together: "We will meet the young master."

Three young men behind the six middle-aged men saw the elders all over the floor kneeling there, their faces changed, and they hesitated, but finally they bowed: "We will meet the young master!"

This scene was not beyond Jia Huan's expectations...

However, his expression was still moving. He looked at the two old men led on the ground and murmured: "Wang Li Guo Zhao Sun, Yu Zhou Gu Hai Yang, Dong Zhanhuang...

Thirteen generals of the cloud flag, thirteen generals..."

An old man in the lead raised his head and said tremblingly: "Young Master also knows us?"

Jia Huan laughed bitterly, feeling very bitter. I don’t just know you...

However, on his face, his clear eyes looked at the old man named Huang De, and said slowly and emotionally, "Thirteen Generals of the Cloud Banner have disappeared for a full thirty years. Grandpa Huang, where have you been?"

The three words "Grandpa Huang" pierced the heart of the old man Huang De like a sharp sword. In his sharp eyes, tears rolled down instantly. His sharp voice choked and said, "Young Master, Young Master..."

There are so many bitterness and blood and tears hidden in this call.

Thirty years, thirty years!

Hidden name, no light of day...

For the old master, for revenge!

They even spared no effort to harm themselves!

Now, Huang De's heart is filled with all kinds of tastes that can be heard by the grandson of the old master.

Not only him, Zhan Chao, who was standing by, and the four old men behind him, were all crying and looked at Jia Huan with great excitement...

Seeing this scene, even though Jia Huan had other plans in his heart, he was still extremely moved.

If not...
To be continued...