Kunlun one millet

Chapter 361

This small tribe at the foot of the Cedar Mountain was also deeply affected by the beast. A pasture with rich water and grass was turned into a poisonous wasteland by the beast. Many people and livestock died of the plague. Now it is known that the beast died. , the clansman was grateful, and came to thank Zhao Mi and Taiyimen together.

However, most of these herdsmen don’t know what cultivators are. In their eyes, monks flying around like Zhao Mi and Taiyimen are envoys sent by the gods, similar to those shamans who priest mountains and rivers. It is customary to worship and offer the milk wine and daigo used in the sacrifice.

Taiyimen's killing of evil spirits is not for the reward of gifts. In fact, they have been fighting with the monsters for so many years, more out of revenge for their dead fellowmen.But Zhenren Han didn't refuse, and accepted some of the Daigo that could be used in the medicine.

At dusk, bonfires were lit in the camp, sheep were slaughtered and roasted, and men and women danced and laughed around the ham. While Zhao Mi tasted the milk wine, he also transformed into a clone and went to the capital of Xuanming to spy on the place with the great mirror. The true face of Zuo Xianwang.Now Zhao Mi does not say that he has thousands of incarnations, but he can also appear in various parts of Kunlun Continent at the same time.

Just as Zhao Mi was meditating, he saw an old herdsman approaching. He looked embarrassed and wanted to speak, but he dared not approach him, hesitating.

"What's the matter, old man?" Nowadays, Zhao Mi hardly reveals the magic power of the fairy family in front of ordinary people, and just walks the northern border as an ordinary person.

The old herdsman approached cautiously and asked, "I wonder how long the envoy intends to stay?"

"Three to five days, we have business elsewhere." Zhao Mi replied.

The old herdsman smiled stiffly, but nodded with some difficulty. Zhao Mi asked, "If you have something to say, you may as well just say it. Although I am not as good as others, I may still be able to help you."

"My, our horse was taken away by others." The old herdsman quickly explained: "I don't want the envoy to take it back, or I hope to be the master for us."

Zhao Shu was not surprised, the various tribes in northern Xinjiang had always competed with each other for pastures and livestock. When these herdsmen saw the high-ranking Taiyimen monks, they naturally regarded Zhao Shu as a high-ranking monk, thinking that they could rely on them as a backer.

"Which tribe robbed your horse?" Zhao Mi asked casually.

Pointing to the southeast, the old herdsman said: "It's the Chiqiu tribe. They rely on their numbers and power. When we were forced to migrate here, they insisted that we occupied their pastures and insisted on taking out horses to fight against them." We didn't agree at the time, so they sent people to snatch it at night!"

The old herdsman looked heartbroken, Zhao Mi just took it lightly, he didn't believe it, but this kind of thing happened every day in the vast northern border, it was so common, it couldn't be said who was right and who was wrong.The grassland has no clear boundaries, and it is not like the imperial government in the south, which has signed title deed documents for the land and houses. Many conflicts here cannot be brought to court.

Since it is impossible to reason and discuss laws and regulations, each can only rely on its own ability, and the result is naturally that the number of people is more dominant.

Zhao Mi was still considering how to decline, but the old herdsman couldn't help weeping, complaining: "To tell you the truth, my son and daughter have also been arrested by the Chiqiu tribe to serve as slaves!"

Seeing the other party like this, Zhao Mi changed his mind, since he was walking as a mortal, he should also deal with the world as a mortal, so he nodded and said: "Okay, I will go with you to see what happened. "

After a few words with Han Zhenren and the others, Zhao Mi followed the old herdsman to the southeast alone. Two days later, he saw a high red hill surrounded by a large tent camp, and the smoke and dust raised by countless galloping horses could be seen in the distance. , the sound is like rolling thunder, the momentum is earth-shattering and spectacular.

Zhao Mi and his party were soon discovered by rangers from the Chiqiu tribe, and they couldn't tolerate their excuses, so they were directly caught by the other party and escorted all the way to the big tent.

"Your Majesty, these guys were sneaking outside, and we took them down!" You Qi rudely threw Zhao Mi and the others to the ground.

Looking up, a woman in red was sitting on a high chair with a big horse and a golden sword, waving a horn cup in her hand, looking over with great interest.

"Hey, isn't this the old dragon head? What gust of wind brought you here?" The queen in red grinned, touching the scar on her face, looking very hideous.

In Rongdihan in northern Xinjiang, there are women in charge. The Chiqiu tribe does not seem to be a small tribe, but the queen in red can conquer the people around her. It is not easy to imagine.

The old herdsman stood up, patted the dirt, and said in a deep voice, "This time I'm here for nothing else, but to get our tribe's horse back, and take my children home by the way!"

"The horses of your tribe?" The queen in red raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and said with a smile, "Aren't you confused? At the beginning, when those big monsters fought in the north, your tribe had no place to stand. Qiubu gave up a piece of land to you. It was agreed at the time that I would exchange it with horses."

"You're talking nonsense!" The old herdsman retorted hoarsely: "That pasture was not yours in the past. We went there to take refuge, but you took advantage of the large number of people and insisted that we occupied your territory. If you couldn't say it, you came here Grab the horse!"

The old herdsman seemed submissive in front of Zhao Mi, but he was full of courage in front of the queen in red. If there were not more than a dozen strong men holding machetes in the tent, the old herdsman would probably pounce on the woman. The king fought.

The queen in red lost her smile and asked, "Old dragon head, you came to me just to talk nonsense? Are you really not afraid of death?"

The old herdsman stood beside Zhao Mi, and said confidently, "Don't be arrogant! This is the messenger of the God from Baima Mountain. If he decides for me, do you dare to do anything to me?"

Zhao Mi didn't know when he gained the title of envoy of Baima Mountain. He thought it was the old herdsman's bluff, but he didn't expect him to have such a trick.

"White Horse Mountain?" The queen in red frowned slightly, stared at Zhao Mi for a while, and then said, "I believe you are the messenger of White Horse Mountain, but I don't understand why you want to speak for this old leader?"

Zhao Mi pondered for a while, and he secretly deduced, wanting to understand the cause and effect of the incident, suddenly felt that the secrets were confusing and he hesitated for a while.

"Why don't you speak?" The queen in red urged, "Although you Baima Mountain is well-known and responsible for mediating conflicts between different tribes, you can't ignore the facts and make your own decisions, right?"

"The truth?" Seeing the futility of deduction, Zhao Mi asked, "Does Your Majesty want to say that the act of robbing the horse is justified?"

"I've said it before, that's not robbery!" The queen in red snorted coldly: "At the beginning, the Chiqiu tribe set aside a piece of land for them and paid for it with horses. Isn't this very common?"

"That piece of land is not yours!" said the old herdsman, stomping his feet.

"How can you prove that it's not ours?" The queen in red put on a calm attitude, and she still had the time to cut and taste the meat.

The old herdsman was dumb for a while, and looked at Zhao Mi in a daze, but the other party said, "Your Majesty, that's not the case. Unless you can prove that the grassland originally belonged to the Chiqiu tribe, you can't let others testify."

"What kind of stinky rules are these? Are you all like this in Baima Mountain?" The queen in red said impatiently: "Most of the people in our tribe can testify, just ask anyone."

"That doesn't count!" The old herdsman retorted: "Of course people in the Chiqiu tribe will say that the grassland originally belonged to you! Envoy, don't be fooled by them!"

Zhao Mi sighed lightly. He had expected this situation a long time ago, and said, "In this way, neither of you can prove who the grassland at the foot of Xuesong Mountain belongs to. Let's not talk about the grassland, but talk about the horses and the land. His children."

"That's right! Hurry up and return my children!" the old herdsman said impatiently.

"Old dragon head, you are going too far!" The queen in red kicked the low table in front of her, raised her finger and shouted: "Then you come to steal the pot in the middle of the night for your sons and daughters, and you are caught by us if you are not good at it. Go back?"

"Didn't you also snatch those pots from the south?" The old herdsman said with his hands on his hips, "You just don't like us and think we are easy to bully!"

The queen was also polite: "We have the ability to take the blame, but if you don't, you deserve to eat horse dung!"

Seeing the two talking to each other, Zhao Mi couldn't help putting his hand on the forehead, so he had to separate the two, dissuading him: "Okay, please stop arguing, if you all think my words are useful, then listen to me. "

Zhao Mi had also heard of Baima Mountain, which was not actually a mountain, but an altar, a place where shamans in northern Xinjiang offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, where Xuan Ju once commanded hundreds of Rongdi.There are shamans stationed in Baima Mountain all the year round, and there is also a practice of mediating conflicts for various tribes. Now I am impersonating myself.

Seeing that the two sides stopped talking for a while, Zhao Shu said: "If according to your respective opinions, there will never be a result in the quarrel. If you really plan to fight each other, what good will it do except fight to the death? Of course, the Chiqiu tribe There are so many people, but compared to the three thousand cavalry in horse harness of the Xuanming Kingdom's Zuoxian King's Department, it is probably difficult to handle, right?"

"White Horse Mountain has also learned to threaten?" the queen asked.

"I'm just advising." Zhao Mi looked at the two of them: "Cooperation will benefit both, and fighting will hurt both. I think it's better for the Chiqiu tribe to hand over the pasture and horses to each other."

"What?!" the queen yelled, and she was about to draw her sword on the spot.

"I haven't finished yet." Zhao Mi turned to the old herdsman and said, "You have got pastures and horses, so how about forming an alliance with the Chiqiu tribe?"

"Ah? But can people from the Chiqiu tribe tolerate us?" The old herdsman was obviously unwilling: "Besides, other people in our tribe may not be willing to form an alliance with the Chiqiu tribe!"

"If you don't want to, let them go to the north." Zhao Mi said: "Now that the big monster has been killed, the grassland polluted by the turbid air will be more abundant next year, and your tribe can return to the old place without restraint. Under Cedar Mountain."

The old herdsman hesitated, but the queen in red said: "They have benefited, how about us? Baima Mountain is too partial!"

Zhao Mi then said: "Then what if I get you a trade agreement with Xiongguo?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the queen in red couldn't help but change.Most of the tribes in northern Xinjiang live by water and grass. It seems that there are hundreds of thousands of livestock at every turn, but after all, there is a shortage of products, even iron tools.

Zhao Mi heard that they were going south to plunder the iron pot, so he knew that the Chiqiu tribe was not very rich.

After the battle of killing the dragon in the imperial capital, Youxiong Kingdom chased death and chased north for a time, severely damaged Xuanming Kingdom, and burned the northern reed capital to white ground, but then retreated to the south and did not manage for a long time in the northern border.

For the Rongdi in northern Xinjiang, Xiong Guo will not only use troops to fight, but will also open up trade and customs markets, firstly to obtain northern Xinjiang livestock, and secondly, to use this to subdue tribes of all sizes and make them gradually attached to prepare for a large-scale conquest of northern Xinjiang in the future.

It's just that the location of the Guanshi established by Xiongguo is fixed, and you need a pass to enter and exit. If you don't get the tribe trusted by Youxiong, you won't be able to get the pass.

"The people of Baima Mountain can actually get the certificate of trade and customs?" The queen in red said, "It seems that you have colluded with Xiongguo for a long time?"

"Think what you want." Zhao Mi's words were ambiguous, but he did have a way to get the customs certificate.

The queen in red paced back and forth, and then said: "Okay, I will trust you once. As long as you bring the customs certificate, I will return the horse."

"Where are my children?" the old herdsman asked.

The Queen laughed and said, "They committed a crime and were caught by me. This is another matter."

"It's just a pair of ordinary servants and servants. With the status of a great king and the family background of the Chiqiu tribe, I think there is no shortage of these two people." Zhao Mi said.

The Queen's eyes rolled: "Well, as long as you get me a piece of brocade, I will give you both of them. By the way, I want the red one."

"Yunjin?" Zhao Mi frowned and said, "Where did the King know about this thing?"

"Do you think I don't understand anything?" The queen said, "A few decades ago, someone from the south brought a whole load of brocade brocades to the south, saying that they wanted to take a sip of the Yin spring."

Yunjin and Yinquan, these two things immediately brought back Zhao Mi's memories, and it is almost certain that it was the matter that his teacher Zhang Duanjing refined the Gangfeng Post Flag for Yang Liujun.

"Has your Majesty ever seen that man?" Zhao Mi asked.

"I was young at that time, so I didn't see it with my own eyes." The queen spread her hands, "But I touched the brocade, and it felt... much smoother than my leather jacket! So I made up my mind since I was a child, I must Get a brocade shirt!"

"So, the Chiqiu tribe still has a Yin spring?" Zhao Mi asked again.

"There is a cave dozens of miles to the east, but it has been exhausted for a long time, so you don't have to bother to check it." The queen said.

"Envoy, this..." The old herdsman was a little worried, fearing that Zhao Mi would not be able to do it.

Zhao Mi laughed helplessly. Although Yuyi Pavilion was destroyed in the upheaval of Dongshengdu, he still had a way to get Yunjin.After all, all things are formed by condensing energy, and now Zhao Mi just needs to think about it, and he can directly condense a piece of cloud brocade in a way that is almost out of nothing.

What's more, when Zhao Mi was the deacon of the Jinding Division, he had carefully studied the brocade weaving in order to refine the talisman armor. It is not difficult to reproduce this thing.

"Yes, I promise you." Zhao Mi thought to herself that this queen is also a temperamental person, and at the same time, she secretly transformed into a clone and went to Youxiong Country to ask for a trade certificate.

Thinking of doing business with a large tribe, Youxiong Kingdom will gradually deepen its influence into the northern border, and He Qingchen's wish to unify Kunlun can be realized.

(End of this chapter)