Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 360 [Son of Tuoba Bodhisattva]

Xu Qianqiu suddenly called him by his name: "Huyan Guanyin."

Hearing this, the grassland shepherd girl froze immediately.

A pair of watery eyes stared at him, blinking, not knowing why.

It seems that he can't figure out why he knows his name.

Xu Qianqiu smiled and said nothing, pretending to be a mystery.

He said curiously: "Tuoba Bodhisattva, Huyan Guanyin, these names are quite interesting.

I wonder if there are Yelv Maitreya and Murong Puxian? "

She only heard her soft voice: "Yes."

Xu Qianqiu rarely rolled his eyes, angry and funny, flicked her forehead lightly, and said:

"Yumu's head doesn't know how to read words and colors at all. If you really go to the emperor's tent in the imperial city, you can't be a princess and princess with a lot of twists and turns."

She raised her voice slightly and protested, "I wasn't originally."

Xu Qianqiu squeezed her chin and joked:
"You said no, didn't you?
If I say I am the emperor of Beimang, am I the emperor of Beimang? "

She blushed and retorted solemnly:

"His Majesty the Emperor is a woman."

Xu Qianqiu sighed with emotion, and no longer reasoned with her.

With her, enter the nomadic tribe.

Xu Qianqiu seems to have been regarded as a god by everyone.

The move in the canyon has already convinced the entire tribe, and they are grateful to Dade.

Knowing that he entered the tribe, regardless of age, they all knelt down devoutly.

The old patriarch was crying even more, as if the grievances of the people who had migrated thousands of miles were swept away at this moment.

The folk customs of Beimang are simple and simple, and what they say is true.

Only Huyan Guanyin in the clan knew a little of the language of the Southern Dynasties, so she passed on the message.

Knowing that this young Bodhisattva will stay in the tribe for a few days, everyone was overjoyed.

Those young children and teenagers cheered even more.

In addition to Huyan Guanyin, who was rescued by Xu Qianqiu to the top of the mountain, there are also several young girls, all looking forward to it, hoping that this handsome Bodhisattva, who is not like the usual shepherd, can live in his tent.

Grassland household registration is based on one account.

At the beginning of Beimang's establishment and proclaiming the emperor, the emperor's palace was not a tent.

Even if it is the previous king, every time he hunts, he must live in the same hut with his confidants and close ministers.

Therefore, the Liyang Dynasty secretly slandered that when the Northern Mang Empress was still the empress, she had an affair with several contemporary power ministers while the king was sleeping soundly.

Xu Qianqiu is not interested in whether the empress of Beimang had an affair with powerful ministers, but he knows that the princess of Beimang has three hundred faces.

The patriarch's name is Huyan Anbao.

Personally welcomed Xu Qianqiu into the spacious tent in black and white.

The little girl followed and never left.

Sitting in the tent, Huyan Guanyin told her that her tribe did not migrate blindly.

Huyan Anbao's father died during the migration.

He believes in ghosts and is a well-known divination teacher. He is good at using wormwood to burn sheep's blades and see the cracks to predict good or bad.

Back then, it was the old man who, against all odds, took in the baby girl in her infancy.

At the end of this winter, before the old man died, he also drew the conclusion of divination through the curse sheep, and ordered his son to move the whole family to the southeast.

Xu Qianqiu is dubious about this kind of prophecy and witchcraft.

Huang Sanjia is one of the best, and he is very naughty.

Knowing that Huyan Guanyin lives in the adjacent yurt, Xu Qianqiu glanced at her.

That little action out of habit made the girl blush as delicately as a peach blossom.

The old patriarch saw it in his eyes and didn't say anything, just smiled in relief.

This girl has been lonely and helpless since she was a child. In the final analysis, she still needs to marry a man with broad shoulders who can stand upright. Only then can she truly settle down.

The old man was very convinced of this young master surnamed Xu who claimed to be from Gusai Prefecture.

The old man still remembers that there was a legend on the grassland, a hundred years ago, that nine swords broke ten thousand riders.

Although it was the feat of the swordsmen of the Wu family in the Central Plains, at the moment, he only felt that the white-clothed young man sitting in the same tent in front of him was enough, comparable to those nine sword immortals.

Xu Qianqiu drank in a big bowl and ate meat in large pieces.

After eating and drinking enough, he walked out of the tent.

Huyan Guanyin and the little girl in a black robe covered her body and followed behind her.

Xu Qianqiu slowly walked onto a small soil bag, lay down on the grassland, and enjoyed the cool breeze.

Looking at the sunset, he squinted suddenly.

In the sky, a yellow eagle hovering leisurely, suddenly wailed, flitted across the sky, crumbling.

To the northeast, a hundred miles away, a yellow eagle fell to the ground.

There is a small sparrow with claws like iron hooks, nailed into the eagle's back.

I only hear eagles catching birds,

There are sparrows riding eagles in the world?

The handsome and extraordinary bird flew to the shoulder of a young man with a sword and a knife hanging from his waist on the left side, singing crisply.

Beside the young man in fox fur and wolf hat, stood two followers.

A middle-aged man, as strong as a lion, with a voice like a bell, said:
"Young master, you have killed no less than 600 people and [-] bison during this journey. Have you ever enjoyed yourself?"

Another old man in a brocade robe said sternly:
"The top ten devils, except for you and me, are all slaves to the little master, and the other eight have not seen any of them, how can they enjoy themselves?"

The young man sneered, with a strong smell of blood, stretched out his hand to tease the little sparrow on his shoulder, and said:

"The devil? It's actually boring to kill. It's exciting to kill that Buddhist sage."

The old man who claimed to be a figure in Beimang Demon Dao, nodded and said:
"The monk Nagarjuna of the Liangchan Temple is said to be the master of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin. If that's the case, he should see it."

Hearing the name Li Beware, the young man's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand to hold it gently.
Xiaoque suddenly exerted strength, her hands were covered with blood.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "They should all be killed!"

The young man in fox fur and wolf hat casually threw away the falconer, twitched his thumb, and sniffed the thick blood on the tip of his nose.

Obviously, this is a fierce and wild person in the city mansion.

His fingers wiped the fox fur.

Along the way, he collided and fought with the herd of cattle, but still failed to enter the King Kong.

One of the devils paused for a moment and said:

"Only the three of us, going to intercept and kill monk Nagarjuna, can we get some benefits?"

Another said:
"What's so difficult about this, you can let the young master find a few chiefs of the big tribe at will, gather one or two thousand cavalry, fight with wheels, crush the old bald donkey to death.

When the time comes, the little master will cut off the head himself.

In this way, the little master is the only hero who kills the land gods in today's world. Just ask, who would dare not submit? "

The old man said disdainfully: "If a saint wants to go away and avoids fighting, even if he has one or two thousand cavalry, can he catch up?"

The middle-aged strong man crossed his hands and his fingers crackled, and said with a sinister smile:

"The old bald donkey eats vegetarian food, recites Buddhism, and is compassionate. When the time comes, we will threaten the lives of hundreds of herdsmen. If we dare to escape, we will kill one person in one step. Let's see how many steps he can escape?
Hundreds of people died because of his cowardice, and word spread that Nagarjuna, the old bald donkey, is just a holy monk!
What face does he have, and then go and talk about the Dharma with my national teacher Qilin Zhenren. "

The brocade-robed old man surnamed Tuoba has a feminine demeanor, like a water snake, making one feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

The middle-aged man with a strong physique seems to be more upright, but in the words between the two, it is the latter who is more flattering.

Also more vicious.

The young master took off a pitch-black iron plate from his waist, and ordered:
"Huihui, you go to the camps of several major tribes nearby, and pass on my order to gather [-] string-controlling cavalry in three days, meet at the Yellow Eagle Valley, and intercept the monk Nagarjuna together.

Whoever dares to refuse, I promise you to kill first and play later.

This young master does not believe that there are eagles on the grassland that are not afraid of me, the Tuoba clan. "

Duan Boer went back to accept his orders.

As for the identity of this son...

To make two of the top ten demons willingly become house slaves, in the Northern Mang Dynasty, only those two families could do it.

The royal family of the empress, the family of Tuoba Bodhisattva.

And this person is the son of Tuoba Bodhisattva.

As the two servants said, the little master.

Known as Little Tuoba!

(End of this chapter)