[Shadow Guardian] The Wind Rises from the Wild West

The fat man with red ears snorted and said, "Then what are you going to do?" He thought very simply, no matter how much the other party opened his mouth, he had the right to agree. They drowned.

Honghan felt that these prairie barbarians were really not suitable for conspiracy and trickery, and he could see what they were thinking with his belly button.He smiled, and began to speak loudly: "What I want is very simple. First, your tribe of barbarians can no longer come to Yanming Pass to rob; second, of course I want some cattle, sheep, horses and furs, not many. You count as much as you have; third, I want iron and stone from the desert."

When he said the first point, those leaders thought it was quite normal, but the second point felt that it was shameless, and when it came to the third point, their faces changed drastically.

Cattle and sheep come out of the grassland, and minerals come out of the desert.The iron stone in the Northland Desert is very famous and of excellent quality, and it is the raw material for making weapons and armor.Iron stones and the like have never been easily sold to southerners.

The fat man with red ears slapped his legs furiously, and several other people also said that this condition was impossible to accept, and they were noisy for a while.

Honghan turned to Huerte and said, "It seems that you are not worth it!"

Huerte was also angry with himself, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly felt sad.These patriarchs have always been loyal to him, and they don't care about their own lives at critical moments.No, this must be the instigation of the cunning southerners. This matter is so important that it is impossible for anyone to agree to it.Just as he was struggling with himself, suddenly the rope on his body lightened, but it was Hong Han who cut it open for him.

A group of noisy people suddenly fell silent, and the barbarians clenched their knives tightly, as if they were about to rush up to snatch them in the next moment.

Hong Han hypocritically patted the dust and grass on Huerte's body, held his hand and said, "They don't care about you, but I still have a very good conscience."

Huert looked at him in astonishment, only to hear the general who looked like a bandit say very sincerely: "Let's start a business!"

"I don't want your cattle, sheep, horses and fur ore for nothing." Honghan said: "I set up a barter point at Yanming Pass, and exchanged grain, cloth and silk for cattle and sheep fur, iron utensils, salt tea for horse ore, and silk and fine wine. Gold, silver and precious stones."

These words sounded like an understatement, but in the ears of Huerte and several patriarchs, it sounded like thunder.

Although the grassland is rich in cattle and sheep, it is difficult to survive in snowy and famine years.Although the desert produces ores, the ironware craftsmanship is far behind that of the Central Plains.There are gold, silver and precious stones in the north, but silk and wine from the south are rare.

A few fluttering words actually pointed at the vital point.If grain from the Central Plains can be exchanged for storage in good years, livelihoods on the grasslands will no longer be so difficult.If the ore is exchanged for a well-made cavalry, then the tribe will surely become stronger quickly.If gold, silver and precious stones are exchanged for fine silk wine, it will definitely benefit the nobles very well.In less than ten years, the tribe will inevitably become stronger.

What's even more frightening is that the conditions he proposed were fair and beyond reproach.Basic materials are exchanged for basic materials, strategic materials are exchanged for strategic materials, and luxury goods are exchanged for luxury goods.No one takes advantage of anyone, and no one can trust anyone with confidence.

The cattle and sheep exchanged by Xi Yanbo can also be used for people's livelihood, and the horses are also military resources. The ore obtained can be used to make weapons, and luxury goods such as gems and furs are also very popular in the southern aristocratic circle.

He must have thought carefully before he could propose such a plan.That's what he's here for.

This is a historic meeting.

Huerte sat up straight and re-examined the unshaven guy in front of him. He was very young, with eyes as bright as a falcon.He shook hands vigorously, and said, "I am the fourth son of the Great Khan, Huerte. What's your name?"

The other party smiled with a slanted mouth, "Uncle Xi Yan, Hong Han."

***

A real feast started on the prairie, and the original tense atmosphere disappeared.Hundreds of bonfires were lit, hundreds of fat sheep were squatting on the fire, and countless wine bags were passed around among the men.

Honghan and Huerte, as well as the heads of the various ministries, started a formal meeting to discuss various details.

The heads of the ministries were still rational, and the head of the Blackwater clan said: "Set up a border town and strictly prohibit trade with our wolf clan. No one dares to do anything except smuggling. Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

People in the grassland may not know it, but everyone in the pass understands it very well.The emperor's power has been declining year by year, and the princes have grown up individually, and they have long been unable to control so many.Xiyan is located in a remote place, so there is nothing to worry about.Hong Han said, "I have my own way of doing this."

The fat man with red ears said: "Aren't you afraid that we will get all these things and enter the pass in the future?"

Hong Han felt that he was too naive, so he laughed: "Don't we get anything? If you can improve by one point, we will also increase by one point. You can try it."

A leader said angrily: "Don't listen to him! The southerners are cunning, this guy is ambitious, he'd better kill him later!"

Hong Han sneered: "Anyone has ambitions. After you got these things, wouldn't you go to unify the clan? Don't think that I don't know that you are fighting each other now. You barbarians are now..."

The leader said angrily: "It's the wolf clan! We are the noble wolf clan! Who is fighting each other like the southerners!"

Honghan said: "Yes yes yes. You are noble, your whole family is noble! Even if your noble family enters the customs, will you be intriguing? Are you planning to use the land for grazing? Do you know how to farm? Can you raise silkworms? You like fine wine, silk, food, and cloth, none of which you are good at. Just like the southerners are not good at herding. Running horses in the customs is often full of ditches, or rivers. Your noble wolf clan will not like it. .Similarly, we don’t like to go out of the customs for nothing, and we don’t like to eat too much mutton.”

After confronting each other back and forth like this, it finally came to an agreement that they could have a feast with peace of mind.

In the evening, Ji Kan ran over and said, "Master, it's not good, Yun and others are fighting."

Men on the prairie drank wine and wrestled with others, which was a very common thing in feasts.At this time, there were a few people making noise around it, and the atmosphere was very lively.

But Yun is different, the boy in black has always been alone and never messed with others, how could he fight with others?

***

When he felt someone coming, Yunzheng sat alone in a corner twenty steps away from Honghan.He stood up and walked out.There is a certain feeling among masters.Like a firefly in the dark, or a moonlight in the mist.As the man approached the camp, he felt it.

When he reached the edge of the camp, he saw a person walking alone from the wilderness.The man's back was facing the setting sun, and his silhouette was very strange.As he got closer, Yuncai could see that it turned out that the man was carrying a wolf's head on his shoulders.He was wearing an old wolfskin waistcoat, with a broken wine bag hanging from his waist, barefoot, leaning on a crooked cane, and gray and messy hair—like an old beggar.

"It's you?" the man asked, the Central Plains dialect was of an unexpected standard, with some Tiandu accent.

Yun knew he was asking himself.This is not only confirming that the fourth prince was captured alive, but also confirming that he is the person with the highest martial arts in the camp.He replied indifferently: "Yes."

With just one glance, and seeing the way the other person walked over, he knew that this was the person with the strongest martial arts he had ever met.

The old beggar glanced at him and said, "You are injured."

Yun didn't answer.How could he not be injured.Capturing the enemy's leader alive from the chaos army, even if his skills are profound, he can only protect the vital points.When he came back, he found that there were seven or eight wounds on his body.

He had already dealt with it by himself, carefully applied the medicine and bandaged it, and completely covered it under the black clothes.But it was still seen by the old man at a glance.Yun's body tensed slightly, ready to fight at any time.

"It's nice to be young!" The old beggar put his crutches on the ground, thought for a while and untied his wine bag, then rolled up his sleeves and walked over. "When I was young, I also went to the Central Plains. I don't know how the martial arts in the Central Plains are now."

The desert, the solitary smoke, the setting sun and the setting sun.

The desolate old man and the boy in black were fighting silently at the edge of the camp.

Hong Han walked over from the camp and saw such a scene.Whether it was in Qishan or after he left, he had seen Yun make moves several times, and he had personally confronted him a few moves, but he had never seen the boy in black go all out.

The fight between the two doesn't look so dangerous, it has a strange light feeling.The old man's fists and feet looked sloppy, like an idler on the side of the road.The boy in black seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, even with his profound internal strength to protect his body, he still dealt with it cautiously, never showing any flaws.They didn't touch each other for a long time, as if they were sliding and fighting on the grass, but whenever the two fists collided, with the two at the center, the tip of the grass within a few feet would tremble slightly.There was a strange sticky feeling between the moves, but there was no sound.

Without sound, they fought quietly and menacingly in the dusk.

Ji Kan doesn't quite understand martial arts masters' competitions, he just feels that his previous 20 years of life have been wasted.Even though he had never systematically practiced martial arts with a teacher, he was diligent in training his muscles and bones. He always thought that even if he met a real martial artist, he could resist two or three moves.Now he put out this thought, determined to be a good scout in peace and order.

Jing Qujiang is different, he is a serious descendant of Ba Dao Sect, his aptitude is not high, his martial arts practice is not hard, he has always claimed to be an orthodox martial artist.He watched the battle between Yun and the old man, his expression became more and more serious.

He could see the sticky feeling when the two fought each other.That's because the bang, bang, bang bang, blunt and brief contact can't counteract the strength, so it must take a longer time and a longer distance.That's why fighting is so quiet.

Because of this, fighting is even more dangerous.As long as there is a slight mistake, it will cause serious injury or death.

It turned out that whether it was the first fight at the foot of Qishan Mountain or the daily sparring after leaving Majiapu, the young man was giving way to himself.And I didn't realize it at all, and I was always complacent about a little progress, thinking that I would catch up soon.

No, even if he practiced for another ten years, even if he could equalize in terms of moves, his internal strength would still be far behind.

Hu people also gathered around, they didn't care about the boy in black, but they all noticed the old man's attire.Wolf skin waistcoat, wolf head and shoulders, bare feet and gray hair, he is such a master of martial arts.Someone exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, great witch!"

In the grasslands, witches are very transcendent.Every tribe has witches, who cure diseases, divination, and teach children. They are mysterious and respected.The great witch is the most noble of all witches, and only he can adorn the wolf's head on his shoulders.The big witch has always been casual, his whereabouts are erratic, and he has been wandering on the grassland for many years. No one can tell where he is.

Some people knelt down, and more and more devout Hu people knelt down. The people gradually formed a big circle, and the whole camp became quiet.

The sun is setting in the west, the setting sun is like blood.

There were only two people in the center of the circle, fighting like no one else, silently fighting.

The first person to stop was Da Wu. After throwing out a punch, he slowly withdrew his fist and did not continue.

Yun's palm stood half an inch in front of the fist, and slowly retracted.

As if there was a strange tacit understanding, the beginning of the battle was a matter of course, and the end was also a matter of course.

It's just that other people can't understand it, and just feel inexplicable.

Yun opened his mouth and said: "I have accepted it." This old man is the only master he has ever seen in his life, he knows that the other party has reservations, otherwise he would have been defeated.

The great witch continued to say: "Your wound is open, it's not fair to continue the fight." The young man's wound is bleeding, his physical strength will be lost faster, and his moves will gradually lose shape. Prolonged fighting is bound to be disadvantageous.

Yun said: "Thank you."

The big witch groped inside the broken vest for a while, and said, "I'm very good at healing wounds, do you want medicine?"

Yun nodded, "OK."

The big witch just laughed and threw him a paper bag.Then he turned his head to look at the believers kneeling on the ground, and the big and small leaders not far away, and raised his voice: "Just passing by here, I heard that there is excitement, so come and have a look. Is there any wine?"