Quan Yutianxia GL

It has not been more than a month since he returned to the tribe, Murong Yao has already clearly experienced the changes in how people around him treat him.

First, his father Murong Chang gave a few words of comfort in a lukewarm manner, and then came the ironic care from all brothers and sisters. In addition, some clansmen who were close to him in the past are now far away from him. How far away, how cold it is, even the two slaves newly assigned to him have some gossip about him in private.

The only one who still cares about Murong Yao is Murong Hu.

"Uncle Hu, tell me, why did Grandpa send me to Chang'an?"

Murong Yao was sent to Chang'an when he was less than ten years old, where he learned Qing language, read and practiced calligraphy, learned some military strategy and resourcefulness there, and spent his entire youth there until three years ago, when he returned to Chang'an. tribe.

Like all his brothers, Murong Yao of the first Hui tribe was valued and reused by his father Murong Chang. Although he was only awarded a thousand riders at that time, he had the right to choose his own warriors and affiliated tribes.

When Murong Yao was at his most energetic, in addition to having his own Qianqi Yiluo, he also made the Wuluo tribe, which had thousands of clan members, surrender to him.

Now Murong Yao, besides himself, only has one horse, one tent, two slaves, two cows and ten lambs.

Looking at such a down-and-out young man, Murong Hu felt extremely guilty in his heart. He knew that Murong Yao was taking it on his behalf—even if he stayed in Husu County to fight against Xiao Hongfei at that time, it might not be able to turn the tide of the battle...

Therefore, Murong Hu was extra tolerant and close to this young man, and personally told him about the past events of the clan: "Yao'er, this matter has to start many years ago."

"Can you tell my nephew?" Murong Yao recalled the attitude of his clansmen towards him, and his expression was gloomy: "If it's inconvenient..."

"It's nothing inconvenient. If Yao'er wants to hear it, just listen to it as a story." Murong Hu thought for a while, then sighed: "Before Yan Bufan led his army to march eastward, my Xianbei wise man had already calculated that Donghu would definitely be defeated. Therefore, a tribe moved out from the secret, traveled thousands of miles north, settled in Xianbei Mountain, and continued our bloodline."

"Xianbei Mountain?" Murong Yao was startled, and asked, "Is this why people from the Central Plains call us Xianbei?"

"Yes." Murong Hu nodded and said, "At that time, Donghu thought he had a strong army and horses, so he didn't pay attention to Daqing, but I, a Xianbei wise man, used my wisdom to win the great situation for our Xianbei people."

"A great situation?" Murong Yao thought about it for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Xianbei has no country, there are Yuwen, Murong, and Duanbu in the east, Tuoba and Rouran in the north, and Tuyuhun in the west... the six tribes are in charge of each other, and there are many. Door... How can this be considered a good situation?"

"Duanbu will be gone soon. As for Yuwen, Tuoba and Rouran...there will be ways to deal with it." Murong Hu said in a deep voice: "As for the great situation that Uncle Hu said, it doesn't mean this."

Murong Hu couldn't help being surprised: "What does that mean?"

"Before Yan Bufan went to the east, the former wise man of our Xianbei clan had already laid out a conspiracy." Murong Hu said: "Since ancient times, the people of the Central Plains have been hailed as the people of heaven. They are good at farming and weaving, as long as they sow seeds in the soil, they will have enough food to weave clothes."

"And what about us? We are born to face the harsh cold wind, and we have to chase water and grass to move and nomadic. Sometimes in the rainy season, it is difficult to even make a fire, so we can only eat half-baked meat, and we are full. Hungry for a few meals... Sometimes there is drought and little rain, water and grass are not abundant, or a heavy snowfall in winter freezes many animals to death... I can only watch the old people in the clan leave the tribe by themselves and walk into the vast grassland deep……"

After these old people entered the grassland, they ended up freezing and starving to death, and finally buried in the belly of wild wolves—the only reason why they did this was to leave the limited food to the young people of the clan and give them a survive.

"When we were suffering from the loss of our loved ones, when we were taking risks to survive the night, the people of the Central Plains were singing and dancing, and they even wanted to take the world for themselves!" Murong Hu sneered: "The former wise man of our clan, I have seen through the ugly faces of the Central Plains people, before Yan Bufan confronted Dong Hu, I sent this wise man to the Central Plains to learn the art of mastering the sky as a teacher of Guigumen!"

"Ghost Valley Gate?" Murong Yao couldn't help being taken aback when he heard that, "But the one who conspired with Mr. Guigu..."

"Exactly!" Murong Hu said awe-inspiringly: "The Guigu Gate is very mysterious, and the patriarch Guiguzi is proficient in a hundred schools of knowledge. He has taught Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan and other disciples, and he has been involved for hundreds of years!"

Murong Yao couldn't help taking a breath, and sighed: "I never thought Mr. Wu You would have such a history!"

Mr. Wuyou is the current wise man of Xianbei. Although he doesn't have many members of the Yiluo tribe, all the six tribes of Xianbei treat him with courtesy.

Murong Hu said again: "As far as I know, the previous wise man took a fancy to two successors at that time, and Mr. Wu You was only one of them, while the other...has never revealed his identity so far."

"That is to say, the former wise man let the two heirs sneak into the Central Plains in order to learn the Central Plains strategy and use it for my Xianbei." For such a wise man, Murong Yao unconsciously used the honorific title: "Then What about us?"

"It's the same with you." Murong Hu said: "Since the defeat of Donghu, the reason why I, Xianbei, can rise rapidly is because I have learned the characters of the Central Plains and understood many principles."

"So, there will be a battle between Xianbei and Daqing?"

The same piece of aquatic plants cannot support two tribes; the same piece of land cannot accommodate two packs of wolves.

"Yes, there must be a battle!" Murong Hu said awe-inspiringly, "This battle has nothing to do with justice, right or wrong, good or evil..."

"Just to survive!" Murong Yao pondered slightly, then said slowly: "I have read the history books of the Central Plains, and the history books say that there used to be many different tribes in this land, but later with the rise of the Central Plains people, these tribes were taken over by them. Conquered, assimilated by them, weakened and annexed by them..."

"Yao'er, we Xianbei people are also human beings, but why can we only struggle to survive in such a desolate place? Why can they occupy the fertile land to have fun?" Murong Hu said angrily: "We also have the right to live!"

"Yes! We also have the right to live!" Murong Yao sighed: "However, with Xianbei's current state of disunity, there is no way to compete with the Central Plains Dynasty!"

Murong Hu was stunned when he heard the words, and then quickly asked: "Then Yao'er thinks, how can we discuss male and female with the Central Plains Dynasty?"

"Six parts in one!"

"...What does Yao'er mean?"

"The six tribes of Xianbei form one clan, respecting the king and building the country." Murong Yao said, "Only in this way can one sect be ordered, and soldiers be directed at one place!"

Hearing Murong Yao's words, Murong Hu's complexion changed immediately, and then he smiled wryly: "Yao'er is a talented person, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Unfortunately, these talents may never be used again.

"It's nothing to be sorry about." Murong Yao seemed quite indifferent: "Isn't that what Grandpa planned too? First destroy Duanbu, then serve Yuwen, the three eastern Xianbei tribes will merge into one, and Murong will establish the country and become king!"

"Yes!" Murong Hu knew that he couldn't hide Murong Yao, and said frankly: "My lord has already led the army to go out. If there is no accident, Duan Bu should have been resolved by now."

"What about after Duanbu is settled? Will Yuwenbu surrender?" Murong Yao looked at Muronghu's eyebrows and said slowly, "Where is Daqing? Will you watch Xianbei become king?"

Murong Hu froze for a moment: "What does Yao'er mean?"

"What is Mr. Wu You's position? Which one will he support to be king?" Murong Yao paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Since the former wise man could send people to the Central Plains to learn strategy, how do you know that the people in the Central Plains will not use it to Conspiracy to confuse Mr. Wuyou?"

"This...Mr. Wuyou has devoted himself to planning since his return..."

"Does Uncle Hu's plan refer to the two plunders of the year before last and last year?" Murong Yao asked back: "According to Uncle Hu's talent, we should be able to see that these two plunders are of great importance to Daqing." It didn't actually hurt the bones, did it?"

"It's natural."

Daqing has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are so many counties and counties. The loss of a few counties is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

"But there is one thing, doesn't Uncle Nu find it very strange?"

"What's the matter?"

"Before the looting last year, according to the plan, the Duan, Yuwen, and Murong departments will jointly send [-] cavalry to Jizhou by boat, and cooperate with the army that plundered the west of Liaoning to attack Jizhou City."

According to Xianbei's plan before the looting last year, it was to take Jizhou City and bring the whole Youzhou under its hooves.But in fact, after just sending two thousand soldiers and horses of Wu Luo and Karasuma, they were robbed and killed by the out-of-the-box Liaodong County Guard, who was forced to change the subsequent plan.

"What does Yao'er mean?"

"The governor of Liaodong County...that is, General Zhaoyi at that time, how could he know that there are soldiers from our family landing in Jizhou?"

As Murong Yao spoke, he couldn't help but think of the young female sheriff—before sending him away from Muyang City, this female sheriff had come to meet him, and during this meeting, she threw out this problem.

After leaving Muyang City, Murong Yao looked back several times. He thought about it, but he didn't understand how the female county guard knew that there were Xianbei soldiers hiding on such a remote coast.

If one had to find an answer, then the only answer was——someone had disclosed the news to her.

Therefore, Murong Yao placed the first object of suspicion on Mr. Wu You.

He grew up in the Central Plains. Although he failed to study in Guigumen, the talents he met were beyond ordinary, and his mental strategies were far beyond the reach of others, so he knew the power of the Central Plains' strategy.

From Jiang Shang, the ancestor of strategy, to Sun Wu, the sage of soldiers, to Su Qin, the scheming sage, and Zhang Liang, the sage of the generation, these amazing and brilliant people emerged in endlessly, shining the history of the Central Plains Dynasty for hundreds of years. Therefore, they saw through the schemes of the previous wise men and used Mr. Wuyou, it is not impossible.

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