Facing the mysterious man's question, Yang Qingyuan was thinking of a reasonable reason.
Since you can’t say you’re lost, you can’t say you came for a night run, right?
"If I said that I was here to collect medicine, would you believe me?" Yang Qingyuan asked tentatively. It is true that he came to look for the remnants of the Blood River Sect because of the strange movements of the Gu insects, but the person in front of him was not the Blood River Sect.
The demons of He Zong don't want to cause trouble.
The mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat couldn't help but laugh and said, "Looking at the way I'm dressed, I don't think I'm from Southern Xinjiang. Do you think I can't bully you when I'm collecting herbs in the middle of the night?!"
Yang Qingyuan's reason obviously made the mysterious man very dissatisfied. It's not like there are no herbal collectors in southern Xinjiang.
Southern Xinjiang's own industries are underdeveloped, and their single-cultivation agriculture leaves them with a shortage of living materials, and they need to frequently trade goods with merchants from the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Therefore, it is very common for there to be herbal collectors or merchants in southern Xinjiang.
But these people never enter the deep mountains surrounded by miasma, let alone travel at night. Not to mention the strange and poisonous miasma, the evil insects and poisonous snakes hidden in the vegetation and woods are enough to take away the lives of ordinary people.
And Yang Qingyuan was walking here at night, and his clothes were not damaged or dirty in any way, so he was clearly doing well.
The key is that the mysterious man himself is also a master, but Yang Qingyuan is right in front of him, but he can't lock this man's Qi. This is something the mysterious man has never encountered before. If it weren't for the magic of this miasma, it would be difficult for the mysterious man to discover Yang Qingyuan in advance.
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This made the mysterious man extremely afraid of Yang Qingyuan.
While the mysterious man was observing Yang Qingyuan, Yang Qingyuan was also observing this man. The fact that this mysterious man was able to detect his existence in advance and appear behind him was enough to illustrate the martial arts cultivation of this man in a bamboo hat.
Although Yang Qingyuan was confident in his martial arts, he would not make enemies without reason. Especially since the poisonous insects in the glass bottle in his hand did not react at all to this person's arrival, it was obvious that this person was not a demon from the Blood River Sect.
As long as you're not from the Blood River Sect, it's okay to talk about it.
"I'm actually here to ask for a meeting with the master of Twelve Cave." Yang Qingyuan had some guesses about the identity of the mysterious person. The mysterious master wearing a bamboo hat in front of him is probably a master of Twelve Cave. In this case, it is better to be honest and say it directly.
achieve the purpose.
After listening to Yang Qingyuan's words, although the man in the hat did not react, Yang Qingyuan could still feel the man's surprise.
After a few breaths of silence, the man in the hat said, "Since you know the name of Twelve Cave, you should know that Twelve Cave is the most mysterious place in southern Xinjiang. Ordinary people in southern Xinjiang can't see it, let alone you."
Zhou people."
Although the man in the hat's tone was still emotionless, it was obviously much gentler than before.
Yang Qingyuan's truthful confession made the man in a hat lower his guard a little, but only a little.
How can I trust someone who is not of my race?
"I am recommended by Zhu Rongxue from the Zhu Rong clan. I believe the seniors at Twelve Cave will give me a chance."
The Zhu Rong clan belongs to the lineage of ancient barbarian kings in southern Xinjiang, so even the people in Twelve Cave have to give up some face.
The man who didn't want to wear a hat shook his head, "Although the Zhu Rong clan is a major clan in southern Xinjiang, as far as I know, the weight of Zhu Rongxue alone should not be enough to make an exception for Twelve Cave."
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"You also said that Zhu Rongxue is not enough for you to make an exception, so why did you join forces with Yang Qingyuan!" Hearing this, the Lord of Jiudong naturally knew that the two had reached an agreement last night to cooperate to explore the secrets hidden in Twelve Cave.
A member of the Blood River Sect.
But the Lord of Jiudong still doesn’t understand why the Lord of Zongtong would cooperate with Yang Qingyuan.
Ever since the war between the Tang Dynasty and Southern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang has always been extremely wary of the Middle-earth Dynasty. At that time, Prince Mu’s Mansion in Zhennan was so powerful that the tribes in Southern Xinjiang did not surrender.
migration.
How could it be possible that in just one night, the master of the cave could let down his guard and cooperate with him?
Yang Qingyuan smiled, "Of course I don't have such a great reputation or ability, but others do!"
The Lord of Jiudong looked at Yang Qingyuan with doubts in his eyes. He was a high-ranking member of the Twelvedongs and knew all the secrets of the Twelvedongs. If there were people from the Central Plains who could impress the Lord of the Second Dongdong, he would
It is believed.
It is normal for the Second Cave Master to be a descendant of the Li Tang royal family and have all contacts with the Central Plains. However, the Chief Cave Master is a native of Southern Xinjiang with upright roots and has no connection with the Central Plains. Who can make the Chief Cave Master
Let down your guard?!
The Lord of Jiudong and the rest of the people in Southern Xinjiang all looked at the Lord of General Cave.
The owner of Jiudong is not the only one who is curious.
However, the master of the cave did not respond. Instead, Yang Qingyuan said, "It can't be regarded as a person, but a token of one person."
Yang Qingyuan's words make people even more confused. What kind of person can impress the chief of the cave.
Under the curious eyes of everyone, Yang Qingyuan took out a wooden box from Tie Shou.
"When I came to Southern Xinjiang, I took into account the discord between Southern Xinjiang and the Great Zhou Dynasty. I was afraid that the heroes in Southern Xinjiang might misunderstand us, so I went to Yizhou to obtain this thing."
The wooden box was opened, and Yang Qingyuan took out the token from it. When everyone saw this item, they were stunned for a moment, and then their hearts skipped a beat.
The Lord of Jiudong also closed his eyes in despair.
A goose feather fan was held by Yang Qingyuan with both hands.
"Have you ever forgotten the thousand-year promise in Southern Xinjiang!?" Yang Qingyuan's cold voice echoed in the mountains of Twelve Cave.
Everyone, including the head of the cave, could no longer stand and actually knelt down on one knee towards Yang Qingyuan.
"My lord, Grandpa Zu, our tribes in southern Xinjiang will never forget this thousand-year promise!"
The person they were kneeling on was not Yang Qingyuan, but the owner of the feather fan in Yang Qingyuan's palm - Prime Minister Ji Han and Zhongwu Hou Zhuge Wolong.
Thinking about the northern expedition, it is better to go south first. Therefore, we crossed Lu in the fifth month and went deep into the barren area.
The Prime Minister quelled the rebellion in Southern Xinjiang and taught the people of Southern Xinjiang the art of farming and smelting iron from the Central Plains, allowing them to move from slash-and-burn farming to civilization.
Including the writing, culture, costumes, festivals of today's southern Xinjiang... there is the shadow of Zhuge Wuhou behind them.
The merits of enlightenment and the virtues of enlightenment cannot be repaid.
Meng Huo, the king of the barbarians at that time, was grateful for Wuhou's great kindness, so he united the eight most powerful tribes at that time, made a feather fan with eight gems of different colors, and presented it to Wuhou.
It's just that Marquis Wu was poor and self-respecting, and he didn't like this luxurious fan, so he didn't use it for a long time after receiving it.
It was not until the death of Wolong that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty built a temple and a shrine for him, and then the fan was used to create a sculpture of the prime minister.
The feather fan, which was originally an ordinary feather fan, was nourished by the awe-inspiring aura of the Prime Minister's statue and has survived for thousands of years, just like a new fan.
Before this, Yang Qingyuan was not sure whether this thing was effective, but he still got permission from the descendants of the Zhuge family and invited this fan from the Wuhou Temple.