Jin Yangzi took a look inside and saw that the warrior was surrounded by a close enemy. He was somewhat staggered in the flash of swords, so he shook his head and didn't want to look any further.
"Roar--"
An inhuman roar and a faint fishy wind shocked everyone present.
Jin Yangzi said "Huh" and stared over. He saw a team of five people rushing out of the tent. Their faces were all filled with scarlet. While the enemy's attention was attracted by the warriors, they danced with swords and killed more than a dozen people.
An enemy snatched the horse and fled toward the exit.
"Alang" the crowd in the open space shouted in surprise, a girl stumbled out and looked at the young warrior who rushed out: "Alang, take me away"
Jin Yangzi remained silent and did not stop, but just stared. There was a "pop" sound, the girl was knocked to the ground, and the horse's hoofs trampled over her body.
"Alang..." She screamed in pain and incomprehension. A bit of white spiritual light rose up from her body and fell on the young warrior. Jin Yangzi's eyes froze. This situation...
The young warrior's eyes seemed a little painful, but in an instant they turned blood red. The heavy cavalry were all elites in many battles, but they were still intimidated and hesitated for a moment, unable to stop him and rushed out freely.
The centurion galloped over on horseback, watching the situation take a turn for the worse. This group of fierce enemies was like a sharp arrow that came off the string, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Great Shaman, be careful!"
"Master..." the young disciple who had just retreated behind shouted and began to hold the divine spell.
The dozen or so inner disciples were calm and watched the development of the situation calmly.
The cold wind hit his face, Liangju jumped in surprise, Jin Yangzi comforted him, and bore the brunt of the impact alone. He only stared at the people rushing in front of him, raised his hand and pointed at the young warrior, and asked with a smile: "Extraterrestrial evil spirits?"
The young warrior's eyes fell on the old man, his blood-red eyes were clear, and he smiled: "Taoist?"
A layer of yellow light flashed across his body, and the long knife was drawn out, flashing a trace of green light. As soon as the knife appeared, the faces of the people around him changed drastically. It could be seen that the knife was almost invulnerable. In the blink of an eye, it reached the old Taoist body.
forward.
"That's it." Jin Yangzi nodded clearly, stretched out his hand, and the cold and sharp energy made his opponent fall into an ice cellar. It was like a punishment from the sky. He collided with the long knife, gold and stone, and there was a clang of fire and even a trace of it.
The sword was crushed to pieces, and then, like an understatement, it was slapped on the young warrior's head. The protective yellow light was extinguished in a flash, and the whole head shattered and exploded like a watermelon.
The man's headless body struggled forward, and a stream of yellow gas spewed out from his neck, trying to escape. But as soon as it came into contact with the air, it started to simmer and burn, revealing a painfully twisted face. Just one breath, and everything was gone.
Turned into ashes and never existed again.
The yellow gas went out, the headless body fell from the horse, and a bright white spiritual light flew out, revealing the girl's delicate face, circled around the old man, and disappeared into the ground.
"Hmph, you kill the demons outside your territory and receive the protection of heaven. But if the devil outside your territory breaks away from your body, won't you be turned into ashes by the heavens here?" Jin Yangzi sneered, and was about to kill someone else, but suddenly said "Eh"
With a sound, it turned out that the young warrior died, and several warriors followed him. They were stunned for a moment, and their expressions seemed to wake up.
Seeing the Taoist in front of them, these people had pale faces. They all laughed miserably, drew their swords and committed suicide. They immediately fell to the ground, motionless.
These people were not demons from outside the territory, but warriors who were possessed by demons and trained in blood-refining secret techniques. In other words, they were brutally injured and had their life span increased. Even if they could break through the armored knights with their swords, they only had a few years of life.
After the raids subsided, Jin Yangzi asked. The centurion answered all questions, but his level was not high and he knew very little. He only smiled excitedly and said: "This small tribe collided with the Great Khan, so they were destroyed."
"Collision?" Jin Yangzi was speechless. King Wei not only had elite soldiers, but also had golden tent magicians close to him. This was a protector as famous as the magician. He had not been able to please him in the past. How could he be attacked by such a small clan?
"Forget it, just go and ask and you will know." On the horizon ahead, smoke was everywhere, and the noise was gradually heard.
It is generally cold on the grasslands, especially in Mobei. There are no distinct seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, only dry and rainy seasons. However, it is midsummer and it is still much warmer when the sun rises.
Compared with the ice fields farther north that remain frozen all year round, the ice fields are not really ice and snow fields. In midsummer, the climate is mild and not hot at all. It was a summer resort for kings of the Wei Dynasty.
As the cavalry approached, they saw a grand settlement with white and red tents. They were all dignitaries, officials and leaders of small tribes from Mobei who came to listen. They were divided into areas according to their status and closeness. There were two groups in total.
Most of the 100,000 people were scattered for hundreds of miles, while a small number gathered near the golden tent.
There was a loud noise of people and horses, and a woman got up early to push away the frost at the door and let the cattle and sheep out of the thick self-sealed tent. These animals, which were clinging to each other to keep warm in the small space, screamed happily in the sun, and many men were pulling them.
Ice pry, go together to cut ice on the Qiqi River, or pull up the fishing nets buried at night, or use fishing gear to hook fish, and bring back the crystal ice cubes. This is enough domestic water for the family for a few days, and a half-year-old child.
Hold the ax to chop firewood into long, short and thick pieces, making it easier to burn...
The disciples turned a blind eye to this, as this was the ecology of the Northern Desert. They had even done some of the work themselves, and had long regarded it as normal.
In a bitter and cold place like the Northern Wei Dynasty, Taoist priests were far more respected than in the Central Plains. There was a reason why even the lowest magician could become a guest of a small tribe.
On the one hand, for the herdsmen who are struggling to survive, the Taoist skills of the "Shaman Master" can play a greater role. On the other hand, the rough political structure of the Northern Wei Dynasty makes the role of gathering and absorbing character resources far less than that of Da Cai, so the Taoist sect has to let go.
It is very hard to lower your stature and go into the herdsmen to solve some practical problems, but it is very training and at the same time it solidifies the foundation.
This is the cohesion created by the environment. The Baidi lineage itself is endowed with the way of fighting between heaven and earth. It really competes with each other in combat effectiveness. Regardless of the reputation of some small and medium-sized sects in the grasslands, many famous sects in the Central Plains have suffered losses when seen on the battlefield.
It’s hard to tell the difference between loss and gain.
At this time, Taiping is like the high and cold air mass that accumulates at the beginning of summer. All storms and clouds are still hidden in the vast desert north, just waiting for the arrival of autumn and winter.
"Stop... uh, Venerable Shaman." Some Haka troops were patrolling along the way, and they let him go as soon as they saw Jin Yangzi.
Jin Yangzi responded with a smile. He was born a herdsman. He suffered many hardships in his early years. He entered the immortal sect and experienced ups and downs. He can be regarded as a legend on the grassland.
The inspections in the outer area of more than ten miles are not strict, and tribes of different sizes are scattered. Most of them are ordinary gray and white tent bags. Each camp is a mixture of people, horses, cattle and sheep. The closer to the inner camp, the white tent bags become less and less, and the red tent bags become more and more.
There are gold-inlaid felt tents, and inspections will be stricter, and the layout will be neater and cleaner. This is the area for the rich and powerful.
Walking to the last inner circle, you can vaguely see the continuous golden color. This golden piece is not a felt tent, but a nearly ten-mile-long wall surrounded by special cold iron spirit wood. The wall is built into a palace, which is the symbol of the palace of the King of Wei.
Because of its huge shape, a small golden felt was put up on the wall of the village to cover the guards from the snow. From a distance, it looked like a huge golden tent, so it was called the Golden Tent.
The Golden Tent moves throughout the four seasons every year and is known as the "Four Seasons Nabo". Nabo means palace in the grassland language. Such a large palace with hundreds of thousands of core tribes is a large mobile city. It follows the nomadic style.
During migration, the length of stay in Nabo at four o'clock varies, ranging from about two months to less than one month.
In spring, Nabo flies eagles on the Hun Tong River, in summer, he escapes the summer heat in the white ice fields, in autumn, he hunts bears and deer in Qiu Mountain, and in winter, he sits in tents on Beimang Mountain... In essence, Hantie Lingmu's wall is a mobile protection
The great formation has high requirements on underground spiritual veins. No matter who is the king of the North, they will be fixed in four places for thousands of years until the spiritual veins are moved in the future.
In addition to the protection of this magic circle, there is also a whole set of fixed and inherited shapes. The inner fortress is the palace, the outer tent is the camp, the relatives are the close servants, the noble relatives are the external servants, the close soldiers are the palace guards, the military ministers are the resident guards, and the concubines
The princess followed, and hundreds of officials took turns to serve as governors, and the entire internal and external military and political system followed suit. This also gave powerful political and military influence to the surrounding tribes, large and small, and helped to clear away dissatisfaction in the periphery every year.
"This is quite similar to the idea that the successive dynasties of China built capitals, took turns, and expanded outside the Kyushu. It was condensed into one dynasty. Wei Shizong, who created this method after moving north to the grasslands, was considered to have a unique idea..." Jin Yangzi
Thinking like this, I jumped off the horse. My skills were not as agile as those of an old man.
The sound of lively drum music came from the wall of the Golden Tent, and the aroma of wine and meat was fragrant. It seemed that a grand banquet was being held. Heavy troops of the Haka Army were guarding the door to check. Some nobles and their servants dismounted and lined up. A red-robed Taoist priest came up to greet him: "
Uncle, Master, Uncle, and all my brothers are coming with me. King Wei deliberately did not go out hunting today, so he waited for you inside..."
The grassroots tribes on the grassland all use the title of Great Khan. At the middle and senior levels, especially the senior levels, King Wei is the official title. The five virtues are transferred according to the rules. Heaven only recognizes one emperor.
Jin Yangzi nodded and dismounted first and went in.
Separated only by a wall, the sky was still the same blue sky, but a noisy heat wave hit us. Small tribes gathered inside to have a feast, each lighting a bonfire, drinking and eating meat.
In the square inside the wall of Jinzhang Village, pretty and lively women can be seen dancing cheerfully everywhere, accompanied by the drum music of the grassland and the heat wave of the bonfire. At this time, there is a real summer atmosphere.
Some people gathered on the road, discussing the ongoing war with the Southern Dynasties, and mocking the tribes in the southern China that were becoming less and less advanced: "They are all corrupted by the life of the southerners..."
"A lot of big livestock died during the winter last year... Ah, Venerable Shaman." Someone's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he greeted loudly: "Thanks to the Venerable's spell, otherwise our tribe would have been doomed by the snow, and it is getting colder this year.
Yes, my ministry is willing to contribute a hundred gold and thirty spiritual sheep as offerings, and also ask the Reverend to help us survive the winter."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Jin Yangzi responded with a smile, not looking down on such a small thing at all. If more tribal nobles came around, these were greeted by his junior disciples.
Accumulating a little into a big thing and starting from the bottom is the way for the Beidi Immortal Sect to survive.
Near some bonfires at the core, some middle-class nobles were gathered around and laughed: "What the princess said is so kind, the world is full of fights, let alone saying that you can't survive the winter without grabbing some things, just say that the Southern Dynasty will let go
Pass us? This time, half of them still have to face the challenge of their so-called Northern Expedition..."
"Hey, how can the southerners ever invade the Northern Desert? Dare you claim to destroy us? How ridiculous are you?"
"They have a good dream. They imagine that 30 million of us will be compressed in this cold place before winter. Even if the people can be saved, the shaman's magic can't support much, and most of the livestock will definitely die. What will we eat next year?"
"How can it be so easy to drive us back to Mobei..."
The innermost part is a large pure purple tent, which is open at this time, with many small and medium-sized nobles looking at it. However, the Northern Wei Dynasty came from the Wei Dynasty, which brought a complete set of strict official systems.
Even though the thousand years of adaptation in the grassland have been dispersed, the majesty of the royal tent is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one dares to enter it rashly.
The music inside has elegant tones and a prairie style, which is very beautiful.
Another white-robed magician came over. This was the same training from the White Emperor's lineage. Just like the magicians trained by the Taoist sect for the imperial court, this training was not in vain. The so-called "cost price" can be calculated. Except for Da Cai Zhengshuo, all the magicians in the world
Among the vassals, only the Northern Wei Dynasty could afford it.
At this time, he stopped the outer disciples and said respectfully to the inner disciples: "The King of Wei has invited you."
A dozen inner disciples followed Jin Yangzi in, entered, and saluted the man in purple at the head of the throne: "I have seen the king."