At that moment, Li Guanyi felt that the atmosphere had solidified. The people wearing Western-style costumes around them all put their hands on the handles of the knives at their waists, their faces full of vigilance. Li Guanyi looked at the ancient artifacts that were shattered into powder under his feet.

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How much does it cost to pay compensation...

Li Guanyi looked at the knives in the hands of the Western Region warriors over there, with a smile on his face. He stood firm, holding Yao Guang in one hand, and holding the Tiger Roaring Heaven War Halberd in his right hand. This exaggerated and heavy weapon glowed in the moonlight.

A cold light flashed below, and Li Guan said:

"We are traveling merchants from the Central Plains. We were swept into a tornado. The desert sandstorm stopped and all the goods were lost. The two of us were thrown here."

This is a Tuyuhun dialect in the Western Regions. Li Guanyi's powerful soul was taught by Badu.

The people from the Western Region tribes over there looked at each other and talked for a while, but Li Guanyi couldn't quite understand. Li Guanyi twitched his forehead. There are many dialect variations in the Jiangnan area, but the people in the Central Plains

At least I can understand Mandarin.

Here in the Western Regions, even language is a problem.

Li Guanyi realized that he had underestimated the complexity of the Western Regions.

Many of the great heroes of the Western Regions were sung in ancient epics. They did not have their own writing and records for a long time. Three hundred years ago, Tuyuhun unified the Western Regions, but they failed to unify like the Central Plains.

of imprints.

Neither writing nor language can be completely unified.

Li Guanyi felt a pat on his palm and lowered his head. The silver-haired girl patted his palm gently. As soon as Li Guanyi let go of his hand, Yao Guang jumped slightly and landed firmly on the ground.

Then he turned around and went behind Li Guanyi.

Stepping on a big stone, standing on tiptoes, she pressed her fair and cool fingers on both sides of Li Guanyi's temples. The girl murmured in a low voice, and a cool feeling flowed from Li Guanyi's eyebrows.

The sounds of conversations in the Western Regions that I had only felt before became clearer all of a sudden.

Li Guanyi understood these words.

"What did this Central Plains man say?!"

"He seems to say that he is a god who came down from the sky?"

"Nonsense, could it be said that people from the Central Plains can already fly? He flew from the Central Plains?!"

Li Guan said: "Everyone."

When he spoke, his voice had the characteristics of thaumaturgy, allowing everyone to understand what he meant. The people of this tribe were all startled, and the scimitar in his hand made a clanging sound. Li Guan faced the hostile crowd with a tiger in his hand.

Xiaotian's halberd was swept directly on the ground, leaving a trace.

Then he pointed to the broken ancestral artifact over there.

The young man had an arrogant expression. He said those two words in an unreasonable but strong manner.

"I'll pay!!!"

Then the hostility was resolved.

…………

"Here, please drink..."

There were some not-so-standard Tuyuhun Mandarin. Li Guan thanked him and took a rough pottery with milk from cows and sheep. He took a sip and it tasted a little salty. Opposite him were Li Guanyi and Yao Guang, who were older than him.

A younger girl.

Wearing Western-style clothing, with a scimitar on her waist, her skin is bronze, and her black hair on one side is tied with blue and red thin threads. This girl is one of the few people in the tribe who can speak Tuyuhun Mandarin. She said:

"Where are you from?"

Li Guanyi replied: "Zhongyuan, we are businessmen."

"It was just a storm."

The little girl named Saatanti said oh, and the expression on her face clearly showed that she didn't believe it. Li Guanyi used the Mo family's mechanism to set off a flame to tell the rest of the Tiance Mansion his location.

When the ancient red dragon leaves people behind, it sends them off with the flowing wind.

It just ensures that the whole is within a rough range, but it's not precise enough.

Yao Guang took out his small wooden cup from the package and poured some goat milk from the Western Regions to taste. Over there, a big man with a big beard and two scimitars at his waist strode over and said with a menacing look: "What do you mean?

, I want compensation, how to compensate?”

Saatanti wanted to say something, but this big man held her shoulders down.

The man raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "These are our ancestral utensils. They are the things our ancestors used when they walked on this land. When Tuyuhun was still a slave of the Buddha, these utensils were born from water and fire."

."

"For us, it has great meaning and value."

"You broke them into pieces. This is very important to us, just like our relatives and ancestors..."

Li Guanyi thought about it, took it out of his arms and took out a small bag.

The eldest lady in Changfeng Tower had left something for Li Guanyi. The small pocket was opened, and inside was a handful of golden beans, which glowed golden under the moonlight.

Li Guanyi asked: "Is it enough?"

This man's name is Batur, which means warrior or hero.

Li Guanyi's behavior directly sunk him.

The man with a big beard and two scimitars held it in for a long time, and his rough face turned red. Then he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, reached into the pocket in Li Guanyi's hand, and took it out.

He reached out and grabbed a third of the golden beans that Li Guanyi expected.

I counted it, and then put some of it back, leaving only a little bit.

He said in a muffled voice: "Enough, enough!"

Li Guanyi looked at the golden beans and grinned, feeling very distressed. He had just arrived in the Western Region and had already suffered such losses before he could do anything. He put away the remaining golden beans and gained this tribe.

of great favor.

"People from the Central Plains, traveling merchants, gold beads!"

Batur counted the golden beads and asked the old people who were supposed to be left in the lake to come back. He lowered his voice and said: "The Central Plains people who dropped the golden beads from the sky are a blessing from the gods. He brought them

Jinzhu, you can walk on this land for a while longer."

"With this gold, we can go to the city to exchange for some dry food, cattle and sheep, and we can also get some water blessed by gods and Buddhas. If we cure the disease, we can still survive."

With a cold face, Batur asked the old people to put on their own clothes, and then asked them to get food with a cold face. Only when everyone went back, he stretched out his hand to hold the gold, raised his hand,

He turned his back to everyone and wiped his eyes.

"Tiangeer, the hero bestowed upon the earth by the gods."

He thought of the legend from his childhood.

I thought of my grandfather who touched his head when he was a child and walked to the holy lake and never came back. He held a scimitar and made a clanging sound.

Soon, everyone in Tiance Mansion came back based on their Qinggong skills. As for Qilin, he had already been lying next to him and started licking the milk from Li Guanyi's side. He smashed it with his mouth and commented that the taste was just average.

Then gulp it down.

Although so-so.

However, the gentleman Qilin will not waste all the food!

When Shi Dalin and Changsun Wuchou came back, this small tribe prepared food for them, which was served in rough pottery. It was a kind of coarse wheat-like food cooked with milk, sheep, etc.

The milk was stirred together, as well as dried figs and raisins. Li Guanyi's group of people in Tiance Mansion also received roasted dried meat.

Together, this is the best reception this small tribe can give to this caravan that falls from the sky.

As soon as Li Guan took a bite of the dried meat, he saw that Qilin over there had taken out a small porcelain bottle from nowhere, poured out fine chili powder and five-spice powder, and then ate the barbecue elegantly.

Li Guanyi's forehead twitched.

What did Old Qilin teach him?

Batur also used cow and goat milk to make tea for them to drink. However, this kind of milk tea was a bit salty, and the people who were used to Jiangnan tea were not very used to it. The farmer Xu Tiange ate the food crunchily, and ran over to talk to everyone and asked about the food.

seed.

Pan Wanxiu, a Mohist master, was very interested in the tribe's mobile residence and the wooden structures created by the people here to hold things and luggage, so he ran over to communicate.

Fan Qing took the initiative to talk to the tribal martial artist holding a scimitar.

Lei Laomeng touched his chin and looked at the horses, cattle and sheep of this tribe.

For a while, Li Guanyi was the only one with nothing to do. He sighed and took a sip of salty milk tea to calm down. The sky in the Western Region seemed especially empty and distant, and the stars were quiet. Suddenly, someone pulled Li Guanyi.

Turning around, he saw Nangong Wumeng who had finally returned.

Li Guanyi handed over the food prepared by the tribe and said, "Why did it come so slowly?"

"Your Qinggong is just worse than mine here."

Nangong Wumeng rolled her eyes and muttered: "Your Excellency the Ancient Divine Dragon was too careless. I was thrown quite far away by him. When I fell, I was burned by stones in the branch of this lake.

Suddenly, my back turned blue."
To be continued...