Reincarnation of the powerful minister

According to what this said, the soldiers came to the Central Plains for a personal reason that has nothing to do with the well-being of the people in Beimo, and has nothing to do with their own ambitions?Regarding Altan's answer, Su Yan may not believe it, nor may he believe it completely.

He really wanted to tell the other party that the nomadic culture could not replace the farming culture, and even if it was defeated by force for a while, it would not survive for long.Bei Mo wants to survive and develop better, relying on invasion and looting of the Great Ming, and even wanting to overthrow this huge empire that is still on the rise, is simply not feasible, and has to go another way.

If Altan asked him along the Huatou: what is the other way?Su Yan is at least [-]% sure that he can persuade him.

This is a trick that counselors have used since ancient times-to catch people first. "My lord's actions will bring about a catastrophe!" Once the lord asks "Where is the disaster", it will be regarded as a trap.

Su Yan coughed, just about to make a head start.Altan quickly broke away from the pondering, and spoke first: "Do you know why I named you 'Unig'?"

Why did you suddenly digress?Su Yan blinked, decided to seize the opportunity first, and replied: "I read in the book that there is a custom of naming people after various things in Beimo. The wolf' is tenacious, and the name 'Haitongqing' is brave. Another example is the name 'Altan' of the Holy Khan. I think it means 'gold' which is incomparably precious? So the name 'Fox' is probably because of the holy khan's name. Khan thinks I'm a smart guy."

"It's just the word 'smart'. It's too simple." Altan looked at him carefully. "The fox has beautiful fur and often shows weakness in the face of danger, but it is cunning by nature, good at calculating situations, and good at charming people's hearts."

What?Leaving other things aside, what the hell is 'charming people'?I'm such a big man, who charmed me?Su Yan was upset, and immediately said that he would never agree with this evaluation.He has never been associated with "beauty" since he was a child. When people saw him, they would say "Young man is really handsome".This is slander!

Altan did not argue with him, but took out a bronze mirror that was worn as a shaman's cassock, and put it in front of him.

White jade is the skin, the bones are molded by wind, the lips are full of love with a silent smile, and the spring is full of peach blossoms... Su Yan looked at the face in the mirror with disheveled hair that couldn't hide his complexion, and felt completely strange, but also inexplicably had a strange feeling of déjà vu, Can't help but startled.

After a while, he complained: "What kind of calcium gas looks like... Take a knife and shave my head bald."

The bald head was not shaved, and Su Yan finally shaved the messy hair into a refreshing short hair similar to the previous life.On the invisible part of the back of the head, Shenghan of Beimo condescendingly helped him, repairing it in a better way than before, and carefully avoiding the wound.

After this huge blow, Su Yan only wanted to mourn his past life, and no longer proposed any plans.

And Altan didn't take the words of "give you 50 years of life" seriously, thinking it was just another trick to escape, just like Su Yan deliberately bumped into Hu Guyan in order to escape from Hu Guyan.

——If it wasn't intentional, why did you hold on to his leg?Why did he spray him with coughing up blood twice?The sacred tree tattoo was polluted by irrelevant people, but he didn't directly break the opponent's hand and even took off the opponent's head. Looking back, I was really a little obsessed.

Altan suddenly asked: "Have we met somewhere before?"

Su Yan kicked the "Demon Reflecting Mirror" to the corner of the bed, and wrapped the woolen blanket tightly in lovelessness: "Have you lost your memory? I didn't see you for the first time by the river a few hours ago."

Altan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only suppress his doubts temporarily, and wait until he figured it out.

At night, heavy snow fell outside the dome tent, and the sound of the wind tightened and passed, and as expected, the blizzard came again.

Su Yan caught a cold, and the internal injuries of the lungs flared up again, and he was out of breath from coughing.The amount of blood coughed up was not much, but the three times and two times were endless, and the sleeves of the newly changed Zhisun robe were stained red.What's more uncomfortable is that the vibration caused by frequent coughing pulled the wound on the back of the head, causing head pain and dizziness, and I felt like vomiting when I was so faint.

He didn't want to vomit on other people's beds, and he didn't want to affect others' rest, so as not to wear down this meager kindness—although it seems that Altan did have some kindness towards him, feeding and healing wounds, But it always feels like raising a cat and taming a dog, so he doesn't take the current situation lightly.

"How about... I go to another tent?" Su Yan asked between coughing.

Altan was leaning against the bedside, and by the faint light of the ointment lamp beside him, he carved a two-foot-long bone with Su Yan's iron-sharpening dagger.Hearing this, he replied without raising his head: "You want to escape? You can't run far in this kind of weather. You will freeze to death in the snowdrift, and then be dragged out by the hunting wolves to eat. You know that wolves don't kill people. Eat too clean, usually only eat the internal organs and limbs, and the remaining bones and meat will be helped by the vultures?"

Outside the tent, the wind and snow howled like wolves howling, Su Yan shuddered, his pores stood on end.

"By the way, you wanted to escape by jumping into the river this morning. It's really hard to catch up. But with your body, even if you don't freeze, you will be knocked unconscious by the rapids downstream within a few miles, and drown in the Helin River. However, the food of fish is better than that of wolves, and it will eat you up little by little."

The wind came in through some gap, and washed away the warmth brought by the only stove in the tent.Su Yan wrapped the blanket tightly, stared at the long tube-shaped bone in Altan's hand, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you carving?"

Altan blew on the bone chips, and continued to carve: "Shaman scriptures. After the carving is finished, it can be used as the handle of the magic weapon pole bell. I have a pole bell, which was given by my master, but I want to make it myself. make one."

Su Yan: "... What animal's leg bone is this?"

Altan: "Human leg bones."

After Su Yan was stunned, he climbed out of the bed on both hands and feet, and got back into the pile of wool felt on the ground. He tried his best to hold back his coughing as much as possible.

This Holy Khan Altan looks very civilized, but he is still a barbarian in his bones!He thought with horror, whoever likes to spread the fire of civilization, I'd better find a chance to escape from the northern desert and go to the warm south!

Altan stopped the tip of the blade, glanced at the raised curvature of the felt, and felt that it was quite like a hiding cave, and a trembling fox could be peeled out by digging deep.If you don't frighten it, the fox will soon return to its nature, turn around and go out of the hole again, and continue to tease and plot against him boldly.

This seems to be... interesting?Altan smiled, put the camel leg bones on the bedside table, and extinguished the anointing lamp.

In the barracks, he slept vigilantly, and fell into a fog between half-dream and half-awake.

An evil shadow faintly swayed in the mist, and soon turned into black and sticky tentacles entwined around him, tightening their grip, trying to drag him down into the abyss.

The tattoos on the skin were as hot as charcoal fire, and the branches of the sacred tree were also shaking and struggling under the erosion of the black shadow, but they were still unable to break through the restraint.

The sky was spinning and convulsing, the ground was shaking and trembling, and an unfamiliar voice exploded in the sky like muffled thunder:

"——he was poisoned in the last pass, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive!"

Beimo language was heard around, and it was the voices of the guards: "Altan will not die, he is the golden prince, the son of the sacred tree!" "God bless Oirat, God bless Altan!" "God bless Altan!"

Indeed, since he was born, he was recognized by the elders of the clan as the son of the sacred tree, possessing innate dignity and holiness.He has always abided by the responsibilities brought by this honor. He has studied literature and martial arts desperately since he was a child, and led his tribe to hunt and fight.

He was willing to accept the pain brought by the sacred tree—for such a large tattoo, someone else would have to do it for at least half a month, breaking the pain into pieces and sharing it with each time.Surrounded by five tattoo artists, he completed the full picture in half a day.

He wasn't sure if he could live until he was 19 years old, and escaped from death many times in various harsh environments, whether it was because of the blessing of the sacred tree tattoo.But he was bound by this identity without hesitation. In order not to let anyone touch the tattoo, he had to resist his desire at the most youthful and restless age, waiting for the destined partner in the shaman's prophecy to appear.

The destined person finally appeared in front of him—even though the fog was surging, the face of the other party could not be seen clearly.

But he could feel the temperature and weight of the other party, just like the snow-covered Wulan Mountain in winter, like the Zhamengmeng flowers blooming in summer, pressing solemnly and lightly on him.

He could feel that the other party was pressing his convulsed limbs hard, whimpering almost desperately, and hot sweat dripped on his bare skin.

He could feel another person's blood flowing from his abdomen, and that blood seeped into the texture, like a spring moistening the cracked ground, stimulating the medicinal power contained in the tattoo dye, and locking the exhausted vitality at the last moment of death in his body.

His heart started beating again, one by one, from light to heavy, gradually clear.

There was a lot of voices around, exclamations, prayers, or thanksgiving, but he couldn't hear them clearly.He tried his best to open his eyelids and see the destined person who brought him back to life, even if he only took a look——

The man was stroking the hair band wrapped around his arm, the end of the hair band was hanging down, and the jade pieces in the shape of bamboo leaves knocked each other, making a very slight clear sound.

He still couldn't open his eyes, but he heard a soft voice in his ear, like a pleading, and like an order:

"Altan, live."

At that moment, he burst out with an unprecedented strong desire - to live, to open his eyes, to see that face clearly, and to hug tightly the partner bestowed by the Divine Tree.

His heavy eyelids finally opened, and he saw a face in the mirror: white jade skin, bones molded by wind, affection on lips, peach blossoms in eyes... Su Yan's face.

—Altan opened his eyes suddenly.

In the dark and spacious dome tent, coughs came from the ground at the corner of the bed, muffled by the felt blanket, but still could not be covered by the whistling wind and snow outside the tent.

The violent coughing stopped abruptly when it reached its peak, followed by a death-like silence.Altan suddenly jumped out of bed in shock, rushed to a pile of blankets with bare feet, picked up his little fox nest together, and hugged him tightly.

Half of Su Yan's frowning and closed eyes emerged from the gap in the felt blanket.Altan clasped his palms and patted his back a few times, but there was no movement. He exerted some strength under his impatience, and finally heard a panting sound, followed by another series of coughing, and his heart was finally relieved. land.

Su Yan pressed his forehead against his chest and coughed violently, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the half-asleep and half-comatose state.

Altan felt the skin on his chest was cold, and quickly wrapped another layer of fur quilt made of snow fox fur, and sat on the bed with Su Yan in his arms.He has a burly body, Su Yan nestled between his chest and abdomen, as if sleeping on a bed of flesh, soaked in the hot and fresh breath, and leaning his upper body, the cough gradually eased.

"...go home...want to go home..."

Altan heard the ravings of the man in his arms, holding a knife and arrow, a heart covered with armor, the softest part of the heart was stabbed by the weakest dagger.

Long white hair studded with gold and jade fell down, Beimo Shenghan lowered his head, touched Su Yan's forehead with his lips very lightly, and said in a deep voice: "My Unig...where Altan is, It is your home."

Is the person in his arms the man who gave him the hair tie in the dream?Is it the destined person who can cure his blood poison?Will the time of death in two months really come?These looming questions suddenly became less inspiring.

Crossing the Yin Mountain to the west, it must be too late to go back to the distant Wara headquarters, and the nearest large tribe... No, there may not be enough medicinal materials there, so you have to cross the Helin River and go north to the place where the Tatar king once lived. The seat of the court, the capital city established by the Han people - Qilehelin.

The journey takes about seven days. If you march in a hurry, you can reach it in three days and nights, but it is extremely difficult to travel through the snowstorm.I can only pray that the wind and snow will stop or weaken after dawn.

Altan looked up at the dome.The night sky could not be seen in the yurt, but his eyes seemed to pass through the wind and snow, praying to the gods in the Longevity Heaven, and muttering the shamanic song.