The Barbarian Tribe had been living in the beautiful prairie for generations. They were a passionate and heroic race, living with elephants, cows, and horses.
To the people of the Grand Xia Dynasty, the Barbarian Tribe was evil beyond redemption. To the people of the Barbarian Tribe, they were a family. They were united and loving, not evil at all.
As far as the eye could see, there were patches of tender grass growing everywhere. There were elephant demons, cow demons, and horse demons. Each of them occupied their own territory and lived in peace. The Barbarian Tribe was able to coexist peacefully among them because they were born with a sense of kinship with these tribes. This was especially true for the Meng Tribe. They could even order these tribes to attack and defend against the enemy.
Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue rode on the noble Dragon Blooded Horse with Huangfu Zhanxiong as they toured the Barbarian Tribe's military camp.
The Dragon Blooded Horse was a special horse demon of the Barbarian Tribe. It had amazing horsepower and could travel thousands of miles in a day. It was rumored that it had the blood of the Dragon Clan flowing in its veins. Its body was quite sturdy, and its crimson fur, as well as its four powerful limbs, made it look very mighty.
When Meng Bingxue saw the Dragon Blooded Horse, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Therefore, Huangfu Zhanxiong decided to give the Dragon Blooded Horse to her as a mount.
The Dragon Blooded Horse was extremely arrogant. How could ordinary people sit on it? When Meng Bingxue and Yang Wu sat on it, the Dragon Blooded Horse wanted to intimidate them. However, before it could do that, it was slapped to the ground by Meng Bingxue. The Dragon Blooded Horse neighed in pain.
It was frightened. It was only a Demon General. How could it withstand Meng Bingxue's strength? If it wasn't for Yang Wu's persuasion, Meng Bingxue would have killed it.
The two of them brought Blacky with them to the army camp. The other four Heavenly Demons stayed where they were and did not follow them.
It had to be said that Yang Wu was skilled and daring. Even Huangfu Zhanxiong gave him a thumbs up.
If this scene was seen by the people of Grand Xia, they would definitely label Yang Wu as a traitor. But why would Yang Wu care? Earlier on, he was a prison slave and was almost killed by someone. Although he wouldn't betray Grand Xia, it didn't mean that he would continue to be loyal to the Grand Xia Royal Clan. Their actions had already bitterly disappointed him. He had to give a domineering response and tell the Grand Xia Royal Clan that he, Yang Wu, wasn't someone they could easily bully.
All of this was for the sake of seeking justice and returning his Yang Family's status.
The barbarian army had a deep impression of Yang Wu. In the battle not long ago, it was this young man who had come out to mess things up. He had even killed their barbarian king. Now, he had brought a Heaven Demon to show off his prowess to the barbarian army. It was really detestable.
Unfortunately, they had to carefully accompany their own clan leader, so where would they find the courage to challenge Yang Wu?
Fortunately, Yang Wu and his group didn't stay in the barracks for long. They went straight to the Huangfu Tribe with Huangfu Zhanxiong.
Along the way, Yang Wu was completely mesmerized by the grassland scenery.
In spring, the grass was lush and full of vitality. When the breeze blew, the tender shoots would bend slightly, as if they were bowing to a guest from afar.
The oxen and horses were galloping freely, their cries echoing endlessly in the air. It was so joyous.
In the distance, the melodious sound of a shepherd's flute could be heard. There was a child sitting on the back of a cow, leisurely herding the cows and sheep. He was carefree and only had eyes for the vast and boundless grassland.
There were also young men galloping on their horses, chasing the girls they liked. The girls' smiles were like flowers, and the bells on their clothes were tinkling, adding a thick and bright color to the spring scenery.
Meng Bingxue's face, which looked like it would never melt for a thousand years, became more lively. It was as if she was infected by the beautiful scenery. She softly leaned on the back of the horse, and the broad and warm chest was filled with endless satisfaction and happiness.
Yang Wu looked at everything here, and all the worries in his heart disappeared. The shackles on his back seemed to have broken in an instant. The Divine Court was peaceful, and his chest was relaxed. The spiritual force of the Divine Court and the Xuan Qi in the peach core dantian began to circulate throughout his body. The two forces were mixing. The Divine Court's Dao Flower was thriving, and the Xuan Qi in the peach core dantian was surging. His soul and body were incomparably joyful, as if they were merging with the world.
Yang Wu hugged Meng Bingxue's slender waist and laughed loudly to the sky. "Let's gallop on the horses and step on the boundless grassland!"
A man, a woman, and a dog sat on the Dragon Blooded Horse, galloping on the grassland to their heart's content. They were in an incomparably good mood.
Huangfu Zhanxiong looked at Yang Wu's group in the distance and didn't say anything to stop them. He smiled and muttered to himself, "No matter who comes to the Great Grassland, they will love everything here."
He led the dozens of riders behind him and slowly followed from behind.
This was their territory, and even Yang Wu dared to enter. There was no reason for them to be afraid that their guest would do something out of line here.
Yang Wu's group galloped to their heart's content. They didn't know how long they had run, but they stopped when they saw the land of a tribe in the distance.
The barbarians were still very hostile to the people of the Great Xia. Even though Yang Wu wasn't afraid, he didn't want to cause any trouble. He dismounted from his horse and planned to wait for Huangfu Zhanxiong's group to arrive.
At this moment, Yang Wu suddenly heard the crisp sound of iron being struck.
Clang! Clang!
Yang Wu curiously looked in the direction of the sound. In the distance, he saw a solitary tent far away from the tribe. In front of this tent, there was a large stove, as well as other auxiliary stoves and tools for forging weapons. In front of the stove, there was a middle-aged man with a bare upper body, holding a sledgehammer and hammering away. Beside him, there was a tanned youth running back and forth, as if he was the middle-aged man's assistant.
Yang Wu's eyesight was extraordinary. Even though he was far away, he could still see that the bare-chested middle-aged man wasn't a barbarian.
"Could it be him?" Yang Wu was puzzled. He led the horse and led Meng Bingxue toward the black-chested man.
When Yang Wu and his party approached, the young man immediately noticed them. He was holding a red iron rod and had a vigilant look on his face.
The young man could see that Yang Wu was different from the barbarians. That was why he was afraid that he might be an enemy.
"Water!" The middle-aged man was concentrating on hammering. He suddenly shouted at the young man.
"Oh, I'll water it!" The young man came back to his senses. He trembled and soaked the red iron rod in the bucket.
Sizzle!
Sizzle! A burst of white smoke immediately rose from the water.
The young man handed the iron rod back to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man handed the other iron rod to the young man. He continued hammering the iron rod with water.
Clang! Clang!
This was a very rhythmic hammering sound. Bursts of red sparks kept splashing. The thick iron rod gradually became thinner, revealing the smooth iron back.
At first, Yang Wu didn't care. He was just curious to see how the middle-aged man hammered. However, as he watched, he found that the middle-aged man's movements were somewhat strange.
The middle-aged man's horse stance was very stable. The iron hammer in his hand was the best weapon in his hands, and he was hammering at a moderate frequency. His arms were raised at the same height, and his body did not move at all. His other hand that was holding the iron slab was like playing with a toy, spinning it back and forth. His palm and the iron slab were not really held together, but were controlled by a strand of profound Qi. His profound Qi flipped the iron slab at will, and everything about the iron slab was under his control.
After a series of hammering, the iron was hammered into the shape of a knife. This knife didn't look special, but if one looked closely, they would find that there were almost no flaws on the knife's body. It was incomparably smooth, like a mirror that could reflect everything. Moreover, it took less than a quarter of an hour to complete, which was really shocking.
Even though Yang Wu was an outsider, he still felt that the middle-aged man's hammering skills were miraculous.
Ordinary blacksmiths wouldn't be able to do this without one or two days of hard work. Even the blacksmiths wouldn't be as good as this middle-aged man.
This was a great blacksmith's skill!
When he couldn't finish hammering a knife, he took the iron rod from the young man's hand and continued hammering. He acted as if he didn't see Yang Wu and the others.
Only the young man's eyes kept flickering. He was looking at Meng Bingxue. His tender face blushed from time to time.
Yang Wu watched for a while. When he was about to leave, the middle-aged man threw the iron rod in his hand onto the shelf behind him. He then looked up at Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue and said, "You are our guests. Xiao Fan, give the guests some horse milk wine."
"Yes, father." The young man hurriedly replied. He then turned around and ran back to the tent. Soon, he took out three bags of horse milk wine and handed them to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man patted the young man's messy head and said, "You should toast the guests first. Don't you know this etiquette?"
"I'm sorry, father!" the young man apologized and ran to Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue with the wine. He handed the two bags to them.
Meng Bingxue didn't take it. Yang Wu took it for her. He opened it and smelled it. The smell of the milk wine drifted out. He couldn't help but praise, "Good wine!"
The young man took the last bag and gave it to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man took it and waved it at Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue, "Drink!"
Yang Wu also raised his wine cup and drank it in large mouthfuls.
Meng Bingxue didn't drink. Little Hei opened the bag under Yang Wu's spear and drank it.
"Woof! Woof! This milk wine tastes so good!" Little Hei couldn't help but stick out its tongue after drinking it.
Only Yang Wu could hear it. The others couldn't.
"Haha!" The young man looked at Little Hei and couldn't help but laugh.
The middle-aged man hit the young man's head again and scolded, "Who told you to laugh at the guests? You have no manners. Apologize to the guests!"
The young man lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Yang Wu waved his hand and said, "It's okay. My spirit pet doesn't know manners."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Hei spat a mouthful of horse milk wine at Yang Wu's face.
"Haha!" The young man couldn't help but laugh again.
[Ouch!]
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