This small tribe located at the foot of Cedar Mountain has also suffered greatly from the beasts. A pasture with rich water and grass was turned into a wasteland full of poisonous swamps by the beasts. Many tribesmen and livestock died from the plague. Now it is known that the beasts have died.
, the tribesmen burst into tears of gratitude, and came together to thank Zhao Shu and Taiyimen.
However, most of these herdsmen do not know what a cultivator is. In their eyes, the monks flying around like Zhao Shu and Taiyimen are messengers sent by the gods, similar to the shamans who priest the mountains and rivers.
It is customary to worship and offer the fermented milk and wine used in sacrifices.
The Taiyi sect did not kill evil spirits for the sake of gratitude. In fact, they had been fighting the beasts for so many years, mostly out of revenge for the death of their fellow sect members. However, Han Zhenren did not refuse, and the part he accepted could be used for cooperation.
The magic of medicine.
At dusk, bonfires were lit in the camp, sheep were slaughtered and roasted, and men and women sang, danced and laughed around the ham. While Zhao Shu was tasting milk wine, he also transformed into a clone and went to the capital of Xuanming Kingdom, carrying the Ming mirror to spy on the place.
The true face of King Zuo Xian. Now Zhao Shu not only has thousands of incarnations, but he can also appear in various places in Kunlun Continent at the same time.
While Zhao Miao was deep in thought, he saw an old herdsman approaching. He looked troubled and wanted to speak, but he did not dare to approach and hesitated.
"What's the matter, old man?" Nowadays, Zhao Shui hardly shows his immortal magic power in front of ordinary people, and just walks around the northern border as an ordinary person.
The old herdsman stepped forward cautiously and asked, "I wonder how long the envoy plans to stay?"
"Three to five days, we have things to do elsewhere," Zhao Shu replied.
The old herdsman smiled stiffly and just nodded with some difficulty. Zhao Shu asked: "If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly. Although I am not as good as others, I may still be able to help you."
"My, our horses were snatched away by others." The old herdsman quickly explained: "I either want the envoy to snatch it back, or I hope he can make the decision for us."
Zhao Shu was not surprised. The various tribes in northern Xinjiang have always competed with each other for pasture livestock. When these herdsmen saw the Taiyi Sect monks coming and going, they naturally looked up to Zhao Shu and considered him someone they could rely on.
"Which tribe robbed your horse?" Zhao Shu asked casually.
The old herdsman pointed to the southeast and said: "It's the group of Chiqiu tribe. They relied on the strength of their numbers. When we were forced to move here, they insisted that we occupied their pasture and insisted that we use our horses to offset it."
.We didn’t agree at that time, so they sent people to rob us at night!”
The old herdsman looked distressed, but Zhao Shu just took it indifferently. It was not that he didn't believe it, but this kind of thing happened every day in the vast northern border. It was so common that it was impossible to say who was right or wrong.
There are no clear boundaries in the pasture, and unlike the imperial government in the south, which established land deeds for properties and houses, many conflicts here cannot be brought to court.
Since we can't talk about principles and laws, we can only rely on our abilities, and the result will naturally be that there are more people and more strength.
Zhao Ming was still thinking about how to politely refuse, but the old herdsman couldn't help crying and complained: "To be honest, my son and daughter were also captured by the Chiqiu tribe and used as slaves!"
Seeing the other party like this, Zhao Shu had a change of heart. Since he was walking as a mortal, he should naturally deal with the world as a mortal, so he nodded and said: "Okay, I will go with you to see what is going on.
"
After exhorting Han Zhenren and others, Zhao Shu followed the old herdsmen alone to the southeast. Two days later, he saw a high and raised red hill, surrounded by a large tent camp. In the distance, he could see the smoke raised by countless galloping horses.
, the sound is like rolling thunder, the momentum is earth-shattering, and it is spectacular.
Zhao Shu and his party were soon discovered by the Chiqiu tribe's rangers. They were caught by the enemy without any excuse and escorted all the way to the big tent.
"Your Majesty, these guys are sneaking around outside and we captured them!" You Qi rudely threw Zhao Shu and others to the ground.
Looking up, a woman in red clothes sat elegantly on a high chair, holding a horn cup in her hand, looking over with interest.
"Hey, isn't this Old Dragon Head? What gust of wind brought you here?" The female queen in red grinned, showing the scars on her face, looking very ferocious.
There are few women who make the decision in Rongdi in Northern Xinjiang. The Chiqiu tribe does not seem to be a small tribe, but this female queen in red can subdue everyone around her. It is not easy to imagine.
The old herdsman stood up, patted the soil, and said solemnly: "This time I am here for no other reason than to get our tribe's horses back and take my children home!"
"The horse of your tribe?" The female queen in red raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Are you old and confused? Those big demons were fighting in the north and the sky was dark. Your tribe had no foothold, and I was still naked.
Qiu Bu gave up a piece of land to you. We agreed at that time that we would give horses in exchange."
"You're talking nonsense!" the old herdsman retorted in a hoarse voice: "That pasture was not yours in the past. We took refuge there, but you took advantage of the large number of people to come here without saying that we occupied your territory.
Seize the horse!"
The old herdsman seemed submissive in front of Zhao Mi, but in front of the female queen in red, he was full of courage. If there were not a dozen strong men holding scimitars in the tent, the old herdsman would probably pounce on the female queen.
The king started fighting.
The female queen in red lost her smile and asked: "Old dragon head, you came to my place just to talk nonsense? Are you really not afraid of death?"
The old herdsman stood next to Zhao Shu and said confidently: "Don't be arrogant! This is the messenger of God from Baima Mountain. He makes the decision for me. Do you dare to attack me?"
Zhao Shu didn't know when he got the reputation of the messenger of Baima Mountain. He thought it was the old herdsman's bluff, but he didn't expect that he had such a skill.
"Baima Mountain?" The female queen in red frowned slightly, stared at Zhao Shu for a while, and then said: "I tentatively believe that you are the envoy of Baima Mountain, but I don't understand why you want to speak for this old leader?"
Zhao Shu pondered for a moment, and then he secretly deduced, trying to understand the cause and effect of the matter. Suddenly he felt that the secret of heaven was confusing, and he hesitated for a moment.
"Why don't you speak?" the female queen in red urged: "Although your Baima Mountain is well-known and is responsible for mediating conflicts between different tribes, you can't ignore the truth and make your own decisions at will, right?"
"The truth?" Zhao Shu saw that the deduction was ineffective and did not insist on it, so he asked: "Does the king want to say that the act of robbing the horse is justified?"
"I've said it before, it's not robbery!" The female queen in red snorted coldly: "It was the Chiqiu tribe who set aside a piece of land for them and used horses to compensate for it. Isn't this normal?"
"That land was not yours in the first place!" the old herdsman said, stamping his feet.
"Why do you prove that it's not ours?" The queen in red looked calm, and she was still enjoying cutting meat and tasting it.
The old herdsman was speechless for a moment and looked at Zhao Shu blankly. The other party said: "Your Majesty, that's not what happened. Unless you can prove that the pasture originally belonged to the Chiqiu tribe, you cannot let others testify."
"What kind of stinking rules are these? Is this the case for all of you in White Horse Mountain?" The female queen in red said impatiently: "Most of the people in our tribe can testify, so you can just ask anyone."
"This doesn't count!" the old herdsman retorted: "Of course the people in the Chiqiu tribe will say that the pasture was originally yours! Envoy, don't be deceived by them!"
Zhao Shu sighed softly. He had expected this situation, and said: "It seems that neither of you can prove who owns the pasture at the foot of Cedar Mountain. So let's not talk about the pasture first, but talk about horses and
His children."
"Yes, yes! Please return my children quickly!" the old herdsman said impatiently.
"Old dragon head, you have gone too far!" The queen in red kicked open 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 children, and we caught them because of your incompetence, why do you want us?
Go back?"
"Didn't you 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 female queen was not polite: "We have the ability to seize the pot, but if you don't have the ability, you deserve to eat horse dung!"
Seeing the two people talking to each other, Zhao Shu couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, so he had to separate the two people and dissuade them: "Okay, don't argue for now. If you both think what I say is effective, then listen to me.
"
Zhao Shui has also heard of Baima Mountain. It is actually not a mountain, but an altar. It is a place where shamans in northern Xinjiang worship the heaven and earth.
The customs of various tribes to mediate conflicts are now temporarily replaced by their own names.
Seeing that the two sides were silent for a while, Zhao Shu said: "If you go according to your respective opinions, the quarrel will never come to an end. If you really intend to fight with swords, what good will it do except fighting to the death? Of course, the Chiqiu tribe
There is a large number of people, but compared to the three thousand iron cavalry of King Zuoxian of Xuanming Kingdom, it is probably difficult to cope with it, right?"
"Baima Mountain has also learned to threaten?" the female queen asked.
"I'm just giving advice." Zhao Shu looked at the two of them and said, "If we cooperate, we will both benefit, but if we fight, we will both be hurt. I think it is better for the Chiqiu tribe to just hand over the pasture and horses to the other party."
"What?!" The queen screamed and was about to draw her sword on the spot.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Zhao Shu turned to the old herdsman and said: "You have obtained the pasture and horses, how about forming an alliance with the Chiqiu tribe?"
"Ah? But can the people of 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 they don't want to, let them go to the north." Zhao Shu said: "Now that the big demon has been killed, the grassland polluted by the turbid air will be more abundant in water and grass next year. Your tribe can also return to its old place without being restrained.
At the foot of Cedar Mountain.”
The old herdsmen hesitated, but the female queen in red said: "They have benefited, but what about us? Baima Mountain is too partial!"
Zhao Shu then said: "Then what if I can get you a trade certificate with Xiong Country?"
As soon as these words came out, the expression of the female queen in red couldn't help but change. Most of the tribes in northern Xinjiang lived in pursuit of water and grass, and they seemed to have hundreds of livestock at every turn. However, after all, the products were scarce, and even iron tools were in short supply.
When Zhao Shu heard that they were going south to plunder the iron pots, he knew that the Chiqiu tribe was not very wealthy.
After the battle of slaying the dragon in the emperor's capital, the Xiong Kingdom once pursued him to the north, severely damaged the Xuanming Kingdom, and burned Beiludu to ashes. However, he still retreated to the south and did not conduct long-term operations in the northern border.
Regarding the Rongdi in Northern Xinjiang, the Xiong Kingdom would not only use troops to fight against them, but would also open up trade and customs markets, firstly to obtain northern Xinjiang livestock, and secondly, to subdue the large and small tribes and make them gradually annex, in preparation for a large-scale conquest of Northern Xinjiang in the future.
It's just that the Guan City established by the Bear Country has a fixed location, and requires a Guan Certificate to enter and exit. If you don't get a tribe trusted by the Bear Country, you won't be able to get the Guan Certificate.
"How can people from Baima Mountain obtain a trade certificate?" the female queen in red said, "It seems that you have colluded with the Xiong Country for a long time?"
"Whatever you think." Zhao Shui's words were ambiguous, but he did have a way to obtain the trade certificate.
The queen in red paced back and forth, and then said: "Okay, I will trust you once. As long as you bring me the trade certificate, I will return the horses right away."
"Where are my children?" the old herdsman asked.
The queen smiled and said: "They committed a crime and were caught by me. This will be dealt with separately."
"They are just a pair of ordinary slaves. With the status of the king and the family background of the Chiqiu tribe, there is no shortage of these two people." Zhao Shu said.
The queen's eyes rolled: "Well, as long as you get me a piece of brocade, I will give them both to you. By the way, I want the red one."
"Yun brocade?" Zhao Shu frowned and said, "Where did the king know about this thing?"
"Do you think I don't understand anything?" the queen said: "Decades ago, someone from the south brought a whole cart of Yun brocade here, saying they wanted to borrow a Yinquan."
Yunjin and Yinquan, these two things immediately brought back Zhao Shu's memories, and they were almost certainly related to the time when his teacher Zhang Duanjing refined the Gangfengyi flag for Yang Liujun.
"Has your Majesty ever seen that man?" Zhao Shu asked.
"I was young at the time and had never seen it with my own eyes." The queen spread her hands and said, "But I have touched Yunjin, and it feels...much smoother than my leather jacket! So I have made up my mind since I was a child.
I want to get a Yun brocade dress!"
"So, the Chiqiu tribe still has a Yinquan?" Zhao Shu asked again.
"There is a cave dozens of miles away to the east, but it has been exhausted a long time ago, so you don't have to bother to check it out," the queen said.
"Sir, this..." The old herdsman was a little worried, fearing that Zhao Shu could not do it.
Zhao Shu had no choice but to laugh. Even though Yuyi Pavilion was destroyed in the drastic changes in Dongsheng City, he still had a way to get Yun Brocade. After all, all things are made of Qi. Today, Zhao Shu can make something almost out of nothing as long as he thinks about it.
The method directly condenses a piece of cloud brocade.
What's more, when Zhao Shui was still the deacon of the Jinding Division, he had carefully studied the weaving of Yun brocade in order to refine the talisman armor. It is not difficult to reproduce this thing.
"Yes, I promise you." Zhao Shu thought to himself that this female queen was also a sweetheart. At the same time, he secretly created a clone and went to Xiong Country to ask for a trade certificate.
It is thought that trade with a large tribe will allow the Youxiong Kingdom to gradually extend its influence deep into the northern border, allowing He Qingchen's wish to unify Kunlun to be realized.