[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The severe winter has come to an end. At noon, it is the time when the sun is at its best, which is very suitable for pointing to the map.

Wei Jinghuan put his hands behind his head, looked down at the guide's sand table, thoughtful.

On the vast grasslands, the Tars are divided into large and small tribes, living by water and grass. Among them, the two largest tribes are Mozhgrad and Zhalun. The former inherited the former royal court of the Tars, and the latter The traitors from the royal court are two tribes that are naturally opposed.

Gegen Khan* of Mozhgrad was once the prince of the Golden Royal Court. His noble background allowed him to inherit his father's inheritance in a legitimate way, and it also gave him a very high reputation.

This khan is quite different from his talented and strategic father. He is a relatively conservative person, has never presided over any important events, and does not seem to have the ability to unite the Tartars.

Hasen Khan of Jalon was once the Kexue of the Great Khan of the Royal Court. After the death of the old master, he rebelled against the royal court and took away part of the troops, which accelerated the internal division of the Tartars and had a bad reputation on the grassland. .

But the reputation does not affect the rapid development of the Jalon tribe. Hasen Khan is known for his cunning and viciousness. Now he has merged many small tribes, greatly expanding the Jalon tribe's sphere of influence.

In addition to these two big tribes, there are many small tribes on the grassland that are worth recording. The most notable one is the Qilu Company. They have developed rapidly in the past few years. It is said that just last winter, they defeated and annexed the Turks department……

Since we want to go deep into the grassland, we must remember these common senses related to the Tartars. The guide explained it very carefully, and his students listened very carefully.

Although he has not set off yet, Wei Jinghuan already has a considerable reserve of knowledge. From the language of the Tartars to the customs of the grassland, from the distribution of tribes to the history of the nation, he has absorbed all the knowledge he can come into contact with, which is even faster than his own. Huo Yuhuai, the boy's cousin of Tongsheng——this shows how this big cousin struggles in troubled waters on weekdays.

Huo Yuhuai carefully flipped through Wei Jinghuan's excerpts, and was very impressed: "If you put this heart into your studies, you should be admitted to the exam by now."

"I don't want to take the test, those things..." Wei Jinghuan leaned back in his chair, and said with great disdain, "It's all hypocritical things, such as monarchs, ministers, fathers and sons, it's useless at all, after learning it, you can protect your family Protecting the country? Or can it help the world and the people?"

Huo Yuhuai sighed, and didn't try to persuade him any more. He probably thought so in his heart, but as long as he could realize his ambition of self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace, he was still willing to take some detours—even the road of no return.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Wei Jinghuan put down the pen in his hand and flipped through the picture scroll brought by the guide, "I really want to go to this so-called holy mountain, the snow-capped Mount Everest, the belief of the Tartars... ...Probably the same reason as Taishan Fengchan?"

The guide hurriedly warned: "Xiao Ya Nei, this is not the same! The Holy Mountain has a very high status in the hearts of the Tartars! It is far more than Mount Tai to the southerners. If you go to the grassland, you must not insult the Holy Mountain, otherwise it will be stronger. Even the caravans can't save you!"

Wei Jinghuan immediately raised his hand and made an apology: "We know, I was just joking with my brother..."

The guide glared at the two teenagers and stopped pursuing.

The guide was an old man who was still strong and strong. He looked like he was of Western descent. He claimed that his surname was Ma, and he was a southerner who spoke both Chinese and Tartar languages ​​very well.

This horse guide is proficient in the ways of the grassland, so it is easy to teach the two teenagers, and the caravan he is in is also found by the two after thousands of choices.

It is not easy to join a mature caravan. Fortunately, this caravan is in a special situation. They have decided to stop after a few more trips to the grassland. From then on, they will go to Hangjing to develop. Because they have no connections, they are accepted by Huo Yuhuai. Persuasion, coupled with the fact that Wei Jinghuan's Shengren is really powerful, made the leader of the caravan unable to refuse as soon as he made a move.

Of course, as a two-way choice, Wei Jinghuan and Huo Yuhuai can also accept the behavior style of this caravan—they don’t seek wealth and murder, and they rarely commit crimes. Although there are some minor problems, but in the caravan It is already considered a rare decent.

The guide obviously didn't want to come and serve the two small yamen, he quickly finished teaching today's language class, muttered to himself after the business trip, and then retreated to the second line, from then on, he went to Hangjing to retire and enjoy some peace and tranquility days...

Wei Jinghuan was full of helplessness when he heard that, he didn't think there would be any good life in Hangjing - in that place where the rich and powerful are drunk and dreaming, everything is absurd and upside down, you might be able to build a tall building overnight, entertain guests, and even have a Officials swim with their arms and play circuses, but peaceful days?

Only peaceful days are the most impossible to achieve.

"Wei Yanei, Huo Yanei, let's talk about it first. You two must not act without authorization during this journey. Last winter, the grassland was hit by a cold disaster. The number of bandits who robbed caravans will definitely increase greatly. We are going The tribe will also become more unfriendly, and the border has banned the transportation of slaves and food, although our tea is also good, but... oh..."

After repeatedly emphasizing it, the guide shook his head and sighed: "It's time to stop a long time ago, and I shouldn't leave this trip."

The guide left full of thoughts, but the cousin's studies were not over yet. Huo Yuhuai repeated the newly acquired vocabulary as if reciting the name of an enemy, but Wei Jinghuan had already memorized it by heart, and even imitated the pronunciation of the guide. vivid.

This time, no one will disturb them anymore. Wei Jinghuan's family thought that the child was enlightened and wanted to learn from his cousin, but they didn't know that the two of them jumped into the pit together. Instead of reading the Four Books and Five Classics, they went to Learn the savage language of the Tartars.

In Huo Yuhuai's dull pronunciation, Wei Jinghuan leaned lazily on the back of the chair and started to be dazed. There is not much time left for them. The Wei family and the Huo family will soon go south together. That day was the time when they ran away from home.

Wei Jinghuan actually understood his parents' thoughts very well. They had always hoped that he could go to Hangzhou to live. Whether he could start a family and start a business, or pay money and donate to officials, as long as he, the only son, could stay in the capital and not have to guard the frontier like a clansman...

But this is not Wei Jinghuan's ambition.

What Wei Jinghuan admired was the old general Zhao who was guarding the border of Shangzhou. What he yearned for was his clan uncle and clan brother who could already lead the army. The future partner can be like General Zhao's first wife, Princess Xiaolie, who can fight side by side with him.

As for the cousin... Huo Yuhuai and Wei Jinghuan's ideals are very similar. They both desire to conquer the lost ground, but Huo Yuhuai desires to be an extreme minister. His ultimate goal is to assist the king and open up a peaceful and prosperous Southern Dynasty. Defeating the Tartars was only a necessary step on this road.

The afternoon sun was just right, and Wei Jinghuan felt drowsy. It can be seen that the lingering prestige of winter is about to dissipate, and the good time of spring sleepiness is coming.

It's great that the weather is getting warmer...

*

The weather is getting warmer.

The deadly winter that lasted for several months finally came to an end. The heavy snow was no longer common, the icy lake gradually melted, and even streams and waterways leading to Haizi appeared, trying to draw away the snow accumulated throughout the winter.

The weather is finally getting warmer, new shoots can be vaguely seen under the snow, the elderly and children who have been bored all winter can occasionally see the wind, and the most rare thing is that the sun finally appears in the sky again.

If you don't experience the cold winter on the grassland, you don't know the value of the scorching sun.

When the first qualified sunny day really comes, almost everyone has to stand and walk under the sun. The sky is no longer gray and white in winter. Returning early, casting shadows on the sky, on the vast clouds, you can still faintly hear the crowing of eagles and falcons.

Youying disappeared as soon as the weather was fine, and the horse with a big handle was quite exaggerated. Miao Xuan was afraid that it would break its leg in some unmelted snow pit. Fortunately, this black horse was very clever. Circle around the road stepped on by humans, and from time to time harass the little mare on the side of the road.

However, the coming of spring does not mean that the danger will no longer exist, and Wuyun Yada immediately began to worry about the epidemic in spring.

Epidemics are not only a hidden danger to humans, but also natural enemies of livestock.

When the Tartars raise livestock, they are quite dense, and the livestock of the same tribe will inevitably come into contact with each other. If no precautions are taken to allow the disease to take advantage of it, then these livestock herds that have just survived the cold winter will face a large number of deaths, which will directly lead to The huge shrinkage of tribal property threatens the survival of human beings.

For this reason, Wuyun Yada's preventive measure is to prepare to hold a sacrificial ceremony.

On the grassland at the foot of the holy mountain, sacrifices are not just feudal superstition activities, but magical measures that can truly achieve extraordinary effects. Priests can spread the power of heaven's grace through sacrifices to achieve different purposes, such as improving The preventive capacity of people and livestock against disease.

For example, when Darigachi gathered at the Snow Mountain Holy Meeting every five years, he deliberately brought his two eldest sons with him, just to get a boost and blessing in all aspects.

According to Miao Xuan's understanding, the sacrificial activities in this world are equivalent to some kind of conversion ceremony. Different priests input the power of heaven's grace through the same system, and then this system transforms the power while completing compatibility, and then it is like a coating. Brushed on all the participating people, it finally showed a relatively good effect.

Of course, the small sacrifices of small tribes do not have too magical powers, far inferior to the big battles in the holy mountains. They can only take care of one aspect at most, such as resisting epidemics.

Moreover, the sacrifices of small tribes also have a large proportion of psychological comfort function. The winter that has just passed is a severe and bitter cold that has not been seen in a hundred years. Consolation.

Miao Xuan understands the truth, but the problem is——

"Huo Erlanle, come to officiate!" Wuyun Yada suggested with a holy face, "Nayan, we can unseal the relics of old Boja. I remember that all the sacrificial utensils that Boja needs are inside."

Miao Xuan:? ? ?

Dari Gachi also had a pious expression on his face, and he just put his hands together to thank Changshengtian. He praised: "Yada is right, I'll go get ready."

"Wait a minute!" Miao Xuan quickly interrupted, "I'm not Ba Ya, should Wuyun Yada preside over this sacrifice?"

Wuyun Yada held Miao Xuan's hand like a grandma holding her grandson, and asked kindly: "So, did Huo Erlanle learn to preside over sacrifices when he was on the holy mountain?"

Miao Xuan: "I have learned it, but—"

Wuyun Yada: "Great! Then can you ring the bell?"

Miao Xuan: "Yes, yes, but I—"

Wuyun Yada: "That's great! I remember that Muren Boja is the best at ritual dances. Since Huo Erlanle was raised by Muren Boja, it must be okay, right?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

The answer is of course no problem. The priests on the holy mountain are very keen on preaching and teaching. Miao Xuan is their best student. It is indeed a perfect graduation...

Darigachi immediately understood the little brother's acquiescence, so he made a decisive decision: "That's great! Huo Erlanle, I will leave the sacrifice to you."

Miao Xuan finally struggled: "But after all, this is the sacrifice of Qilulian, I am not qualified to host..."

"Oh——" Wuyun Yada lowered his head and sighed, "Since Huo Erlanle is unwilling, then I will not force it, and let me preside over it. Although the weather is cold and the ceremony is difficult, my old man Bones are also able to survive the cold wind in early spring, persist for a whole day, and pray for the blessing of Qilulian."

Miao Xuan: "..."

"Ah——" Darigachi looked sad, "You are old, you have worked so hard this winter, and now that spring has finally started, you still have to bother you. I heard that other tribes are all led by disciples. And the students do it for you, how can a priest do all the work?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Wuyun Yada covered her face and sighed: "I can't, I can't force Huo Erlan to do it?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan wiped his face: "No, I am willing, I am not reluctant at all."

*

Miao Xuan soon received the sealed relic of his predecessor Bo Ya, and Wuyun Yada almost couldn't wait to hold his hand, earnestly exhorting, caring, hinting repeatedly, and almost said the invitation——

Come be a paw!

Miao Xuan didn't promise, but he didn't object any more, he just acquiesced in the reserve status.

This year has passed, and Huo Erlanle is about to be 16 years old. It is a very good age to urge marriage. The two wives of Darigachi look at him with terrifying eyes every day, as if they are ready to introduce their nieces at any time. The niece's natal tribal daughter has an indescribable determination to win, which makes Miao Xuan sweat down her spine every time they meet.

You must know that the Tartars are a nation where polygamy is legal!

By default, there must be more than one man with high authority, He Dun. Miao Xuan has every reason to suspect that these two sister-in-laws have already allocated the position next to him, and they may have left him a caring pit for free love. bit...

For this guess, the little system agreed and sympathized: [Brother, don't doubt it, it must be like this. 】

In addition to the radish pit threat from the terrifying sister-in-law, Miao Xuan was also surprised to find that he was very lucky. Perhaps because of his contribution in this cold winter, his prestige in the tribe has increased unprecedentedly. The girls are already casting burning glances at him.

Miao Xuan: ...

No matter what, Miao Xuan will definitely not marry a wife, and for the Tartars, only after becoming a priest can they have a legitimate reason to become a widowed king, and they will completely stop urging marriages...

So let's do this first, Miao Xuan thought sadly, he really didn't want to announce "I can't do it" in public again.

*

The weather is getting warmer, the wild geese are returning, and the green company is finally about to start the usual migration. This time the sacrifice is arranged to be held at the Spring Festival Ranch. Miao Xuan hurriedly took advantage of this last time, while flipping through the notes left by old Bo Ya, While asking Wuyun Yada for advice, he hugged Buddha's feet temporarily to learn the process of offering sacrifices.

When Kuoluan Haizi was completely thawed, Qilulian embarked on the journey of migration. This is undoubtedly a pleasant experience, because the further you go, the more plants and animals you can see. Suddenly, the grassland awakened all living beings, and even this migration seemed to be some kind of celebration to welcome life.

Finally, Miao Xuan didn't need to wear a thick cloak, and started to wear his four-season robe alone. He rode a shadow alongside Wuyun Yada. It stands to reason that this black horse couldn't be slow and honest, but Wuyun Yada He was riding on a docile little white horse, so You Ying also slowed down and stopped running wildly.

"...Are you really not dancing to pray for blessings? Joelanle, your power belongs to the night, and you will be very suitable for praying." Wuyun Yada gently persuaded, "And praying for blessings is also the simplest, just Just change into something heavier—would you mind wearing a skirt?"

Miao Xuan refused sincerely: "Yada, I don't mind this, but you should come to pray, your grace is more suitable."

The dances in the blessing part all come from the inheritance of the white deer, so regardless of whether the priests performed are female or male, they must uniformly reflect the symbols with the meaning of "earth", "breeding" and "breeding", such as wearing antler decorations on their heads , Another example is wearing Yada-style long skirts, and if men wear long skirts, they have to wear fake breasts.

Wuyun Yada thought for a while, and then asked: "That's okay, there are alternatives, you don't have to wear a shirt - wearing a bell after wearing a ring can also express these intentions."

Miao Xuan strongly objected: "No! I refuse! Please let me solo the decontamination part!"

Wuyun Yada sighed regretfully: "All the Pajas I know like simpler attire, and I thought you would like it too."

Miao Xuan: "..."

Seeing Miao Xuan's expression, Wuyun Yada couldn't help laughing heartily. She no longer joked with this kind junior, but changed the subject and talked with him about herbs on the grassland.

Wuyun Yada has long thought that she will pass on all her knowledge to Huo Erlanle before she dies. No one among her disciples can bear the name of Yada, and the future of Qilulian must be handed over to Huo Erlanle. into the boy's hands.

Miao Xuan was very interested in the topic of herbal medicine, and he listened carefully, and just as the two were getting into the conversation, Alatan rode up to the two of them on horseback: "Little uncle, Wuyun Yada, the latest news——"

"The Mozhgrad and Jalon tribes invited all the tribal ministers to gather after the cold disaster, and all the priests will hold a sacrifice together to drive away evil spirits and pray for blessings. Father has already agreed!"

Miao Xuan was stunned: "Is it led by the two tribes?"

Alatan said solemnly: "Yes, but we don't know which party proposed it first."

Mozhgrad and Jalon are the two strongest tribes on the grassland. They have had a long-standing grudge due to historical reasons, but this time they decided to cooperate. There are many small tribes without priests, and they will definitely go to this party. .

And all along, the relationship between Lulian and Mozhgrad has been very good. It is also because of this ally that Lulian can openly resist the Zhalun tribe. This time, Gegen Khan of Mozhgrad personally sent Darigachi would not refuse the invitation.

However, this kind of joint sacrifice by priests from different tribes has happened before. Generally speaking, it is after a catastrophe, so this gathering can be regarded as an example... But the purpose of the initiator is really like this Is it easy?

Miao Xuan was thinking about the collections he had seen on the holy mountain, but he didn't want to be held down by Wuyun Yada's arm suddenly. At this moment, the always kind old woman was looking at him firmly, and said every word: "Hoelanle, you understand!"

Miao Xuan: "?"

"We are about to sacrifice together with all the priests on this grassland, and the time has come to judge." In Wuyun Yada's eyes, it seemed that a raging war was ignited, "Huo Erlanle, the strongest priest is There will be no disadvantages, do you still only want to dance the obscenity part? It’s still too late to get pierced.”