Summary of the previous chapter: Hu Yanquan sent his own warriors to compete with Ma Xiaoquan. Ma Xiaoquan was not in a hurry to start a fight with these strong men immediately. He asked Cao Cao for the hardwood and Heavenly Sword, and dealt with it calmly...
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Hu Yanquan was very dissatisfied and said: "What kind of purple is purple?"
Bartol pointed at Ma Xiaoquan, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Hu Yanquan looked in the direction of Bator's finger and said doubtfully: "Eh? Master Shangxian, where is the Yitian Sword in your hand?"
Cao Cao glanced at Huyan Spring with disdain and pointed to the pool of molten iron underground.
Hu Yanquan looked down and was stunned.
"What's going on? Could it be that the Yitian Sword was melted? I didn't see it, so it doesn't count!"
Ma Xiaoquan threw away the hilt of the Yitian Sword in his hand, spread his hands and said: "You see, what can you do when you see it? Come on, come on, I am ready, come on, let's fight!"
Huyanquan didn't know why, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, then let's fight, Narathu, you guys... go to the school ground..." Huyanquan turned around and found Narathu waiting for seven people.
Not only did the eight big men not move forward, but they all took a step back. Their expressions were very solemn, as if they had met the gods in their hearts.
"What's wrong with you?"
Narathu swallowed his saliva, shook his head and said: "Chanyu, that immortal master can control fire. I suspect that he has something to do with our god..."
"God?" Hu Yanquan's heart tightened.
Baatar then said: "Have you forgotten, Chanyu? There is a legend in our tribe: If you can meet a fire-bending person in your lifetime, then that person is the messenger of the gods, and we must send the best
A brave man follows his side and never betrays him."
The Southern Huns worshiped gods, and Huyanquan’s tribe happened to worship the God of Fire. Fire has always been a sacred and inviolable existence in the hearts of the Huns. There is a legend passed down from generation to generation by the Southern Huns, which refers to fire.
The scene when God’s messenger comes.
Hu Yanquan shook his head and said: "There are many talented people in the Central Plains, and there are some tricksters who can also play tricks. Bator, you are too nervous..."
"No!" Bator shook his head before Hu Yanquan could finish his words, "Chanyu, the flame of Master Shangxian just now... was blue. My Anda once told me that our
God is a god with a blue flame in his hand..."
"What, blue?" Hu Yanquan was surprised. Bator is his most powerful and loyal confidant, and Bator is a very honest person and has never lied in front of him.
Baatar nodded affirmatively and said: "Yes, it is blue. Narathu and the others have seen it."
Hu Yanquan looked towards Narathu and the others, and saw that everyone's expressions had changed from solemn to pious, and he couldn't help but become serious as well.
"Sir Shangxian!" Hu Yanquan said, "Can you please ask Shangxian to use fire control again?"
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips and said, "You just use it as you say?"
"Just think of me as begging you!"
"Oh, I thought you were begging me. Why, you don't mean to beg me sincerely?"
Hu Yanquan became anxious and shouted: "Then tell me, what should I do to make you agree to me?"
As soon as Hu Yanquan said those words, he immediately regretted it.
If this purple-haired Immortal Master asks him to stay now, wouldn't he be fooled by someone who has no competition?
Ma Xiaoquan saw Hu Yanquan's thoughts and said with a smile: "Huyan Chanyu, don't worry, I do everything according to the code. Since you are so anxious, I can't refuse, but...
.I think if you give Xiao Cao 100 war horses, I might consider showing it to you once..."
Hu Yanquan was stunned for a moment, looked at Bator and the others, and saw that everyone nodded at him, Hu Yanquan agreed: "Okay, 100 horses, 100 horses, I will give it now!"
After that, Huyanquan gave an order, and 100 Huns warriors came out leading 100 Mobei war horses.
Cao Cao was overjoyed when he saw those war horses. You must know that the war horses in the Central Plains are relatively short, but have good endurance; while the war horses in Mobei are not only larger in size, but also have stronger impact than the war horses in the Central Plains.
Cao Cao once asked the horse herders, and he also knew about the eugenics and breeding of horses. If the Central Plains horses and the Mobei horses could be bred to produce a fine horse, wouldn't it combine the endurance of the Central Plains horses and the strength of the Mobei horses?
...
Thinking of this, Cao Cao sighed and said: "Hey, okay, okay, thank you, Lord Shangxian, thank you, Lord Shangxian..."
Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Cao Cao angrily, this old boy is really... If it weren't for the fact that he would leave this era soon, Ma Xiaoquan could have taken these 100 Mobei horses into his own pocket.
Seeing that Cao Cao had accepted the horses, Hu Yanquan said to Ma Xiaoquan, "Master Shangxian, is that all right now?"
Ma Xiaoquan is not a hypocritical person. Since Hu Yanquan is so cheerful, he cannot be left behind.
After concentrating for a moment, a light red flame immediately appeared in the palm of his right hand.
"Light red?" Hu Yanquan's eyes widened and he asked Bator next to him, "Didn't you say blue?"
Baatar was also surprised. What he saw just now was blue flames, why did it turn into light red now?
Cao Cao smiled and said: "Don't you know that Master Shangxian can control several kinds of flames?"
"What?" Hu Yanquan and Bator exclaimed in unison, "Several kinds?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and took two deep breaths. The light red flame in his hand instantly turned into light green. As time went on, the light green also turned into turquoise.
"What...what?" Hu Yanquan and others were stunned.
Ma Xiaoquan's eyebrows kept twitching, looking very proud. When Cao Cao saw Ma Xiaoquan's appearance, he not only curled his lips and said to himself: This stupid demon can really put on a show...
In Ma Xiaoquan's left eye, Yuan Ye said with disdain: "Ma Xiaoquan, can you stop being so pretentious?"
Ma Xiaoquan responded: "Pretending to be yi3? Oh, you said you were pretending to be b, hehe, don't mention it yet, I've really pretended to be b, haha..."
"Shameless, simply shameless..."
Ma Xiaoquan pursed his lips, stretched out his left hand, and concentrated again. A flame also rose in the palm of his left hand, but this time the color of the flame was light blue.
"It has appeared, it has appeared..." Bator and Narathu shouted excitedly, "Chanyu, look, the blue flame, the blue flame... God of Immortality
, he is definitely the messenger of the Flame God, definitely..."
Hu Yanquan swallowed hard. He could still doubt it before he didn't see it. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but not believe it.
With a "pop" sound, Hu Yanquan suddenly knelt down, facing south, and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Changshengtian, thank Changshengtian. During my lifetime, Huyanquan, I was able to see the messenger of the Flame God...Thank you Changshengtian...Thank you Changshengtian!" Huyanquan said and kowtowed again.
It sounded six times.
Huyanquan kowtowed nine times in total, which represented the highest level of etiquette in their tribe and was only used when worshiping gods.
While Hu Yanquan was prostrating, thousands of Huns warriors also knelt down. At what time, thousands of people knelt down, and the pious prayers slowly came out. The scene was really solemn and solemn, and Ma Xiaoquan, Cao Cao and others were very reserved and grand.
They didn't dare to come out.
After the ceremony, Hu Yanquan stood up first, followed by Batornaratu and others.
"Crash..."
Then...thousands of Xiongnu warriors stood up.
Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at Ma Xiaoquan. The piety in their eyes made Ma Xiaoquan feel uncomfortable all over.
Hu Yanquan said: "Master Shangxian, do you know about Changsheng Heaven?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head.
There was a slight regret in Hu Yanquan's eyes, but he quickly recovered: "It doesn't matter, God once told us that his messenger might not know his identity..."
Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand: "Don't mention me, tell me carefully, what kind of messenger is not a messenger? I shouldn't be the messenger of the gods you call me, right?"
Bator answered: "No, you are, Lord Immortal, because you can control the blue flame... Only the messenger of the gods can control the blue flame and point out the way forward for us...
....”
Ma Xiaoquan was very depressed. The original purpose of using his fire control ability was just to defeat others without fighting. But now, Cao Cao's Heavenly Sword has melted, but it is considered by these Huns to be the messenger of the gods. It makes sense.
There’s nothing to say!
"Ahem..." Ma Xiaoquan winked at Cao Cao, meaning you came out to smooth things over for me?
Cao Cao raised his eyebrows, but did not stand up. Instead, he grinned and gloated.
When Ma Xiaoquan saw Cao Cao's character, he was so angry that he simply said: "Then I am what you say I am!"
Hu Yanquan was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Great, then this competition is unnecessary. I, Hu Yanquan, agree to stay in Yecheng."
This time, Huyanquan's decision was not opposed by the Huns, and even several small leaders headed by Batornaratu nodded in agreement with Shanyu's decision.
Cao Cao was very happy after hearing Hu Yanquan's words, but then he became worried again.
If Huyanquan is left behind, it is impossible for the Southern Huns to be leaderless, right? Who will inherit Huyanquan after Huyanquan?
Cao Cao looked at Ma Xiaoquan for help. This time, Ma Xiaoquan also came to take pleasure in his misfortune.
Anyway, it's you, Cao Cao, who conquers the world, not me, Ma Xiaoquan. Hey, are you deflated?
Cao Cao pursed his lips and smiled, and asked Huyanquan: "Huyan Chanyu, if you stay, who will lead the Southern Xiongnu side?"
Hu Yanquan laughed loudly: "I have already appointed the candidate, haha, I won't bother King Wei to worry about this."
