Hsu Fengnian asked her to take it to the tribal camp. Huyan was a first-class family name on the grasslands, similar to the Tuoba family, second only to the Yelu and Murong royal families. It was bestowed by the Mang Lord who was well-versed in the culture of the Central Plains a hundred years ago. Presumably, this tribe's Siti was a descendant of the Huyan family. However, the family name was prestigious, but it didn't mean that anyone with the surname Huyan was a noble. Beimang had a strict hierarchy, not inferior to the Liyang Dynasty at all. People were divided into four classes. Originally, there were only two classes, the native of Beimang and the remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period. They were fiercely opposed and had countless disputes. The Chess and Sword Music School's Taiping Order proposed to divide the people into two classes, both below the remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period. In fact, they were all sinners or stubborn people who were forcibly brought into Beimang territory by force. Their numbers were relatively small, but even so, the remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period were all grateful. It was their nature not to worry about scarcity, but to worry about inequality. Not only that, but they had also become a person above others. Of course, the people were divided into four classes. The small group of nobles who stood at the top of each class, regardless of wealth or status, were far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Hsu Fengnian muttered to himself, "Tuoba, Huyan Guanyin, these names are quite interesting. Are there Yelu Maitreya and Murong Puxian? "
She said softly, "Yes."
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes and flicked his finger on her forehead. "You don't know how to read people's expressions at all. With your blockhead, even if you really went to the imperial tent in the imperial city, you wouldn't be able to become a princess with a hundred and thousand thoughts."
She raised her voice slightly, perhaps this was the biggest protest in the world. "I'm not."
Hsu Fengnian pinched her chin and teased, "You say you're not? Then if I say I'm the Emperor of Beimang, then I'm the Emperor of Beimang? "
She blushed and retorted seriously, "Her Majesty is a woman."
Hsu Fengnian sighed and no longer reasoned with her. When he went to the herdsmen's tribe with her, he was worshipped as a god. Hsu Fengnian went up and down in the canyon like an immortal, saving more than 20 people, and then he stopped the herd of cows. With the help of a Buddha-like old monk, everyone, regardless of age, knelt on the ground devoutly. The old patriarch even shed tears as if the grievances of migrating thousands of miles had been swept away. Beimang's people were simple and honest, unlike the famous people of the Liyang Dynasty who believed in Huang Lao in prosperous times and escaped to Buddhism in troubled times. Anyway, they did whatever they could to protect themselves. In the tribe, only Huyan Guanyin knew the language of the Southern Dynasties, so she passed the message. When they found out that the young Bodhisattva was going to stay in the tribe for a few days, they were all very happy. The young children and girls were even more excited. Besides Huyan Guanyin, there were also a few girls who were rescued by Hsu Fengnian and hoped that the handsome Bodhisattva who was not like a herdsman could stay in their yurt. The grassland household registration was based on a yurt. When Beimang was first established as the emperor, the emperor's palace was just a yurt. Even the previous emperor had to stay with his confidants and close officials every time he went hunting. Therefore, the Liyang Dynasty secretly criticized that when the Empress of Beimang was still the Empress, she had an affair with several powerful officials while the emperor was sleeping soundly. This really surprised the people of the Central Plains who lived in the imperial palace.
The tribe leader was called Huyan Anbao. He personally welcomed Hsu Fengnian into the spacious black and white yurt. Other than the simple and honest son and daughter-in-law, the old man also had a granddaughter and a granddaughter. The granddaughter was once brought up the mountain by Hsu Fengnian and was extremely happy. The grandson was the child who was always held by Huyan Guanyin at the bottom of the canyon. He stared at Hsu Fengnian's eyes as if he was looking at a deity, full of reverence and worship. When Hsu Fengnian entered the yurt, the child and his sister stood outside the yurt together and looked at the young deity's elegant demeanor through the gap. They only felt that every movement of the young deity was extremely beautiful. They reckoned that when Hsu Fengnian burped and farted, the two siblings would think that it was a great knowledge.
Beimang revered martial arts and was good at horseback archery. They especially revered powerful martial artists who had outstanding strength and strong fists. Tuoba stepped on the bones of his fellow tribesmen to become the Empress's servant. Revenge had never changed in Beimang for thousands of years. The Dang Xiang tribe especially focused on revenge. If they didn't take revenge, they would inevitably be disheveled and dirty. They wouldn't get close to women and wouldn't eat meat. Only after killing their enemies could they return to normal. After both sides reconciled, they would need to fill the skull wine cup with human blood and the blood of three animals. Both sides swore that if they took revenge, they would take the lives of six animals. When Tuoba gradually became the God of War and had outstanding military achievements, the 16 tribes of the Dang Xiang tribe were convinced. They proposed to the number one person in Beimang to reconcile. Tuoba ignored them and the leaders of the 16 tribes committed suicide together. Later on, when the Empress appeared, Tuoba only agreed verbally. Not only did the Dang Xiang tribe not see it as a great shame, they even took it as an honor. Without exception, the valiant and strong young men joined Tuoba's personal army. It could be seen that Beimang had a strong spirit of martial arts.
Sitting in the tent, after listening to Huyan Guanyin's narration, they found out that her tribe's migration wasn't done blindly. Huyan Anbao's father, who died on the way, was a staunch believer in evil spirits. He was a well-known fortune-teller who was good at using wormwood to burn sheep's scapula. Back then, it was this old man who took in the baby girl in swaddling clothes. At the end of winter, it was this old fortune-teller who used the curse sheep to request the tribe to migrate to the southeast. Hsu Fengnian was skeptical of this kind of fortune-telling witchcraft. When he heard it, he didn't take it to heart. When he found out that Huyan Guanyin lived in the adjacent tent, he glanced at her. It was just a small gesture out of habit, but it made the young girl blush like a peach blossom. The old tribal leader saw it but didn't say anything. He just smiled and felt gratified. The little girl was alone and had no one to rely on. In the end, she still needed to marry a man with broad shoulders to truly settle down. The old man had complete faith in this Young Master Xu who claimed to be from Gu Sai Prefecture. At the bottom of a narrow valley, a man could stop ten thousand bulls. It was a miracle that he didn't even dare to think about. The old man still remembered the legend of Nine Swords Breaking Ten Thousand Cavalry that had been circulating in the grassland for a hundred years. Although it was a magnificent feat of the Wu family's swordsman from the central plains, he felt that the young Bodhisattva sitting in the same tent was comparable to those nine swordsmen.
After Hsu Fengnian drank a big bowl of wine and ate big chunks of meat, he walked out of the tent with his head lowered. Huyan Guanyin followed behind him.
Hsu Fengnian slowly walked up a small hill. Other than the young girl, there was also the old tribal leader's grandson sneakily following from afar. He seemed to be called Abaoji by his nickname.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the setting sun and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
A yellow eagle that was originally hovering leisurely cried incessantly. It swept across the sky and swayed as it fell.
A hundred miles to the northeast, the yellow eagle fell to the ground.
There was a small bird's claw that was like an iron hook that was nailed into the eagle's back.
It was only heard of the eagle catching the sparrow. Was there really a sparrow riding an eagle in this world?
The extraordinarily handsome bird flew to the shoulder of a young man who had a sword and a saber hanging from the left side of his waist. Its cry was crisp and clear.
The young man in the fox fur hat had two retainers standing beside him. One of them was a middle-aged man with a strong body like a lion. His voice was as loud as a bell. "Young Master, you've already killed no less than six hundred people and four thousand wild bulls on your way here. Have you enjoyed yourself?"
The other old man in a brocade robe said gloomily, "Of the Ten Great Devils, other than you and I, who are both slaves to the young master, I haven't seen any of the other eight. How can I enjoy myself?"
The young man sneered with a strong smell of blood. He reached out to tease the small bird on his shoulder and said, "Devils and whatnot are actually boring to kill. Killing that Buddhist Saint is more interesting."
The self-proclaimed Beimang demonic old man nodded and said, "This Dragon Tree Monk of the Two Zen Temples is said to be the master of the white-robed monk Li Xiaoxin. We should meet him."
Hearing the name Li Xiaoxin, the young man's eyes turned red. He reached out to gently hold the small bird and suddenly exerted force. His hand was covered in blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "They all deserve to die!"
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