Lanshan Snow

Several blood-stained swords, a piece of jade pendant, and a slender bronze post were spread out together and placed in front of everyone.There are inscriptions cast on the sword body, and several people who know the characters of Zhongyuan in each department can tell that the engraving is the word "Fufeng".Xu Zele was about to say that physical evidence can be forged, but Yan Heyi's expression changed.

"What's going on?" He asked in a low voice.

She pressed her hand tightly on the hilt of the sword, and almost squeezed out a voice between her teeth: "That's the young master's Fusang Jin Wupei."

Xu Zele's eyelids twitched: "Is it fake?"

Yan Heyi looked ugly and said nothing.

Some unassociated details flashed through his mind, and Xu Zele's heart sank slowly.

He has seen the flying boat specially built by the enemy for the young master. It is as majestic as a small town, exquisite and extraordinary. Really no effort?No, really, let the young master fall to the snow field alone?

An inexplicable chill and coldness climbed up his hands and feet.

——Is it really a coincidence?

Xu Zele suddenly didn't have the courage to think about it.

At this time, except for the three tribes that were recruited by the Canglang tribe, and the Kubuteng tribe, the remaining three major tribes have already got up to check the physical evidence-the tribes of Xueyuan advocate force and live by martial arts. I don't know much, but I have a deep understanding of weapons.

After several tests, the tribal elders spoke up.

"It is indeed a famous sword in Dongzhou. The inscription on the sword body is cast in one piece. It is not re-erased and engraved. It has been eroded by blood for a long time, and it was not cast just today."

The big tent was quiet at first, and then there were low whispers.

Compared with the Canglang tribe and the grandiose Shen family, most of the tribal warriors are actually more inclined to believe that the young master of the enemy family who has never said a good word to the Xueyuan tribe from the beginning to the end.

The samurai in the snow field don't need those nice words.

The Shen family spoke better than flowers.But the Shen family is serious, to dissect what they don't understand clearly, and let them know how much they have suffered? ——What made them so vigilant and hated so much was that in the past few hundred years, family members had destroyed too much tranquility.

Shen Fangzhuo sneered.

The young master and wife of the Qiu family are too naive.

He doesn't understand the game of money and power at all!He thought—ha!He thought he would be grateful if he overturned the rules?trust?joke.A dirty game, everyone is wearing white clothes to cover up the darkness, and a really clean person breaks in. Others will only suspect that he can pretend better than others.

Because the world is dirty!

The reputation of the family has been ruined in the snow field for so long. Since you are from a family, and you are the first family, how can you break free from the influence of the family? How can you believe that white phoenixes will fly out of the crows, and flowers will bloom out of the mud? orchid? !

In a place that has been turned into a miasma, those who tell the truth will never live long.

Shen Fangzhuo regained his composure and calmly wiped the blood from his forehead.

He waited, waiting for this innocent young master who was spoiled by the first family and didn't understand what "morality" is, his heart was ashamed.Shen Fangzhuo has seen many such people.A lot of guys who've read enough sage books, their blood pumping, like to do justice once or twice, and then...then they either sink into the muck or never speak again.

The world is dirty, how can you wash it?

The slender bronze letter box was opened, and the letter inside was poured out. After reading it, the clan elders crumpled, put the letter on the tray, and passed it on.

With the gathering of various ministries and the rise of smugglers and merchants, there are more or less acquaintances among the clan elders.Soon the content of the letter was recited one by one and spread.

The letter finally reached the Thule tribe.

When Xu Zele read the letter, his heart sank completely... There wasn't much written in the letter, who was the one who communicated with Young Master Chou, and in the name of his dandy, went out without anyone noticing, and explored the waterway in the southern part of the snowfield from the sky.

Yan Heyi snatched it over and took a look, burning with anger.

"Fart!" She immediately yelled at the table, "The young master came this time to test whether Tianshanxue can make wine, and what kind of taste it produces! It has nothing to do with any business!"

Xu Zele hard-headedly translated.

As expected, the Aoba Kibe samurai who was kneeling in the main hall clenched blood from his fingers: "Wine making?! The young master of your family ran all the way here just to make wine? Ha!" He stood up abruptly , looking around, "The young master of their family came here to make wine!!!"

In the roar of the last warrior in Qingma Kibe, all eyes fell on the well-dressed young man beside Tule Shouwu.

He sat very unruly, half lying on the table, picking up berries from a silver plate to play with, and he didn't have the "politeness" that he had to maintain when he stepped into the snowy field.But he was born too beautiful, his plain white skin was illuminated by the candlelight, and the snow silver on his forehead and the side of his neck shone with fine light.

As beautiful as a slender and brittle piece of china.

He seemed a bit bored, picking up berries of various colors and stacking them up.If there is any color missing, go to the table of the first witch in Tule to pick it up.The old patriarch next to him, and several Tule elders, although they looked solemn, saw him playing, but handed him their own.

A bright red berry rolled out of place.

Thule Wizard picked it up and helped him to the top.Qiu Bodeng raised his head and smiled at him... A young master who is the number one in the Eastern Continent family, and the controller of Dulinguao in the snowy field, none of them really cared about the Kurenza Conference that was about to determine the development of human history .

Facing the sights from all directions, he didn't seem to feel anything.

——I really didn’t feel anything.

Wizard Tule just lowered his head and asked him, are you happy?

Very happy.

He was like a child who was forced to participate in a banquet. He became self-willed and viciously overturned the table. Mutual dislike can only be hidden under the fake smiles, fighting each other.

Qiu Bodeng will not.

He is a very wicked and willful young master.

There has been an inexplicable breath in his heart all the time, which made him almost go crazy, almost shouting - he wanted to smash, smash everything he could see; he wanted to overturn, overturn all the cards piled up with gold and silver chips Table, lift out all the skeletons, bones, rotten water and rotten meat underneath.

So, he just broke in.

He flipped the table over.

Throw the pile of gold-plated and silver-plated dice chips into the fire, let them jingle and collide into one piece, and let the "rule-speaking" gamblers and bankers show unbelievable angry expressions.Throwing, smashing, lifting, laughing... the depression was vented completely.

Smashed, fell, flipped.

He was happy, and had no interest or interest in the rest of the matter—he was just a little dandy, a little villain, and a little lunatic who broke into the adult's power field and caused damage.

Who ever heard of dudes, villains, lunatics, and need to take care of the mess behind them?

He's just here to sabotage!

Facing the hoarse accusation of the Qingma Kibe samurai, Qiu Bodeng only raised his eyelids, looked at him in surprise, and then looked away—it was so boring, similar things seemed to have happened many times, like an old Old plays, prologues and tunes all suck.

Nothing new.

Today's young master doesn't even want to talk about it, so it's better to watch his lover be interesting.

—he was spoiled.

The discussion became louder and louder, and one of the eight major parts that did not participate in the two parties slammed the bronze drum.

As soon as the drums sounded, the scene fell silent.

The chief of the Hanligu tribe threw the drum and pestle on the table: "Just these physical evidences can only show that the matter of the Qingmamu tribe and the Chanan thirteen tribe is related to the Qiu family, but not necessarily to the young master Qiu."

The patriarch of Hanli's bone department is a shadowy warrior with skinny cheeks.

When he was young, he hacked to death three blood brothers who had made peace with foreigners, together with his two sons, with an axe.After that, no one dared to question his decision in the clan.Compared to a brat like Tu Mu, he is the traditional leader of the barbarians who has established his status through military exploits.

No one thought that patriarch Hanligu, who could kill his own son who communicated with foreigners, would favor foreigners.

As soon as he opened his mouth, most of the warriors in the big tent were silent for a long time and nodded slowly.

He spoke neutrally and objectively, but the tribe who spoke next was friendly with Thule, and said directly: "Since the flying boat crashed, it is impossible for the leftovers to be picked up by others to blame."

The samurai Qingma Kibe didn't know how long he held the head of his blood relative all the way, his fingers and nails were covered with solidified blood scabs. Hearing this, his voice trembled with anger: "Swords can be robbed, jade can be cast, and trust can be forged." It’s fake, can people be fake?!—Come in! Get out!”

The curtain of the big tent was lifted, and two warriors from the Kubuteng tribe dragged two people in.

Yan Heyi almost crushed the hilt of the sword.

"Young Master! Young Master, help me, help me..." The two were kicked to the ground, weeping and kowtowed desperately, "We really can't do anything, Young Master! Young Master, please be kind! Miss Yan—— Miss Yan, young master! For the sake of past love!"

"Looking at the love in the past, I want to kill you now," Yan Heyi gritted through his teeth, almost laughing, "How dare you—— dare to mention 'love'—"

Qiu Bodeng, who had been lazily lying on the table, finally raised his head.

"Ah Luo," Qiu Bodeng tilted his head to look at Hu Gecuo, the firelight shining in his black pupils, "they are so noisy."

"Ah."

The howling stopped abruptly.

The two bodies fell silently to the ground.

All the leaders were shocked.

Killing people from a distance, many great shamans can do it, is nothing new.But that requires spells, scriptures, herbs, and secret formations!But the head witch of Tule was useless from the beginning to the end. He just sat there, lowered his eyes, and answered his Arlan in a low voice, and the two died.

Because his Arlan said, "It's so noisy", and even the corpse fell to the ground without making a sound.

Patriarch Kubuteng's expression changed imperceptibly.

"Luo Bo'er really deserves to be the lord of Dulinguao," said Yin Yinyin, the Patriarch of Boshiaga, "this method of killing people is really good."

"Although there are all the witnesses and physical evidence, but..." Han Ligu patriarch said coldly, "It's a bit hasty to make such a conclusion."

"Erdeni hereby submits to the conference No. 13 of "Great Gesa", please fight to the death with the murderer who killed me Ama Apa, my brother and my sister clan," Qingmamu warrior said to everyone again He knelt heavily and kowtowed heavily, "Tuler promised foreigners to hold a joint felt ceremony, but now he doesn't even care about "Great Gesa"?"

This time, even the tribes who were friendly to the Thule tribe frowned and stopped talking.

No. 13 of "Great Gesa" is the revenge trial of Xue Yuan's blood relatives.

Blood vendettas have evidence, but they cannot fully obtain the unanimous consent of all judges. The family members of the murdered have the right to propose a trial with the complete death of either party to prove guilt or innocence.The Pantheon Conference is the supreme place for this trial since the hero king Kurunzaar.

Witnessed by all gods, no one can violate it.

Aoba Kibe samurai, Erdeni's request meets all the conditions of a blood feud trial, and the assembly cannot refuse his request—unless Thule wants to destroy the Golden Code and violate the "Grand Gesa".

"Are you sure?" Patriarch Boshi Aga said coldly, "Blood feud contest, blood relatives can take the place, and in-laws are also included." He glanced at Wizard Thule meaningfully, "You want to challenge him?"

"Yes."

Qingma Kibe Erdeni half-kneeled on the ground.

Wizard Thule stood up.

The head of Hanligu shook his head and looked at the old head of Thule.Looking at Thule together with Shen Fangzhuo and others.No one had any doubts about the outcome of the confrontation.

The young Thule wizard said something to the old patriarch.

The old patriarch was silent for a moment, nodded, stood up and announced that he would accept the challenge only as a warrior.Hearing this, the warriors of all tribes applauded to express their approval—the power gap between the shaman and the warrior is too great, and a shaman power contest can only be an unfair duel.

However, the old patriarch went on to declare:

The first witch of Thule, accept the challenge as a warrior, accept the challenge of the oldest "Blood Alliance"

The scene was suddenly silent, and all the tribes, including the wolf, showed expressions of astonishment at the same time.

At the end of the most chaotic era, in order to end the endless bloodshed in the snowfield, the hero king Kulenzaar said to all the tribes: Come on, let me be your common blood enemy, come and kill me together.If I don't die, from now on, all the hatred will be wiped out.

That is blood alliance.

——The origin of the Pantheon Conference, except for the hero king Kurunzaar, no one has completed the blood alliance!

After a short period of shock and silence, the entire big tent was completely boiling.

Amidst the clamor of all the people, Wizard Thule only lowered his head, looked at the cloak covering him, and quietly looked at his hatred lamp.

"Give me your token, Arlan."

—Let me fight for you.

The author has something to say: Pretend to be Valentine's Day sugar.

Jiaojiao is in charge of flipping the table, and she doesn't care when it's done, A Luo is in charge of ending it for him, he just needs to mess around.

He is Bo Deng, Arlan, Saihanlanta of Arlo.Willful, pampered, wanton Saihanlanta.

As a cookie, I didn't want to nag, but this chapter is quite controversial, so let me explain it a little~

The exact name of the challenge in this chapter is "Blood Feud Trial", and it is set as a judicial duel in the Xueyuan judicial system.The prototype is the duel trial of the Germanic race of origin.

In ancient times, the science of evidence and criminal investigation were not well developed, and judicial trials were full of perjury.When the authenticity of both parties cannot be determined, or the evidence presented by the litigant cannot conclusively prove that the suspect is guilty, a judicial duel can be adopted to determine the innocence of both parties—note that the result of the duel has judicial effect.Also known as "Take your flesh and blood as your witness".Once entering a judicial duel, both sides have to press their lives.

Quoting Professor Li Changsheng's evaluation in "Reason and Justice of Dueling Trials in England" "From today's perspective, this primitive trial method seems extremely barbaric and stupid. However, Europe adopted this trial method at that time. It has its own history. Inevitability. Dueling is a "bad habit" of European barbarian tribes. With the decline of Rome, the disintegrated kings of the states have been unable to control these barbaric tribes. Instead of letting them go, it is better to legalize them by setting dueling rules and bring them into the trial system. With the rise of Christianity, judicial power was "taken back" by God. In the eyes of religious people in the Middle Ages, the gods would bless the righteous to win the duel. The result of the duel is the revelation of the gods, which shows that the oath of the winner is true and the oath of the loser is true. False. False oaths are not only blasphemy against God, but also violate the social morality at that time, so the loser must be severely sanctioned. Therefore, the duel trial is regarded as one of the manifestations of divine judgment, all through the gods intervene to discover the truth and obtain justice. However, compared with water trial, fire trial and other forms of divine judgment, duel trials can give plaintiffs and defendants more opportunities to control their own destiny.”

This article assumes that the Xueyuan tribe is in a complex historical stage in which each division is divided, with the "Grand Gesa" and the Pantheon Festival as the hub, and they are held together through common primitive beliefs.A sound judicial system has yet to develop, and the harsh climate and nomadic life have forged their martial spirit, special shaman culture, and primitive and pious religious beliefs—thus have the soil for the birth of duel trials.

In the specific background setting, the tribal judicial duel has been pushed up to the most chaotic era (the era when no written code was born), and all matters, large and small, were decided by force.Until the hero king Kurunzaar limited it to the scope of "blood feud".

The general "contest duel" to the limited "blood feud duel" is determined by the law of revenge of the nomads: attach great importance to relatives, and attach great importance to blood relationship.The death of one blood relative can only end with the death of the other blood relative.Before the birth of "Great Gesa" and the Assembly of Gods, this law of revenge would often lead to endless wars between tribes.Through statutes, it is bound between the death and injury of any one person on one side, and the witness of all races through the assembly of the gods is used to ensure its judicial effectiveness, which is essentially a judicial progress.

Trial by combat embodies the simple fairness and rationality of tribal justice.In the article, the patriarch of the Hanligu Tribe and others believed that the evidence could not conclusively prove that Jiaojiao was guilty, and had abandoned the prejudice of Shuangyuan, and gave a more notarized determination-suspected, but not guilty.On this basis, there is no solution to the blood feud, and the two sides can only choose a duel, with the death of either party to determine the truth—that is, to give the accused a chance to clear his charges through a duel.The ability of blood relatives and in-laws to conduct trials on their behalf also ensures that the two parties will not be unfairly caused by the disparity in force. Play by yourself - as long as that person is willing to give his life for him.

Emphasis again: the result of the duel has irrefutable legal effect in the judicial system of this background.Starting from the Xueyuan tribe's core value of "martial arts", if the accused blood enemy is willing to accept a trial by duel, he will be innocent until the result of the duel is known.Once the duel is won, even blood feuding relatives will willingly accept the result.Afterwards, if someone pointed out this again, all the warriors who had witnessed the duel would immediately draw their swords to protect the reputation of the winner of the duel.Therefore, before the birth of the new system, the "Great Gesa" and the Assembly of the Pantheon have an important significance that cannot be completely destroyed. It is precisely for this that Aluo forced all the tribes to "sit down and talk" by force: he promised Jiaojiao, Let the Great Gesa be re-established, and the snow field should be restored to holiness, instead of falling into chaos [see Chapter 43 for details]

The special living conditions of the Xueyuan tribe make them both primitive barbarism and simple justice, which is also one of the keynotes of this article.