Ashig Khan suddenly asked Xu Qing to slap him for some unknown purpose. Perhaps it was because he was already terminally ill and wanted a young man of the same age as his son who had never met him to slap him. Sometimes, he felt in his heart
Missing and guilt may hurt a bit
Xu Qing froze on the spot, looking at the pale and haggard face across from him, feeling a dull pain in his heart. If a son hits his dad, he will be struck by lightning, but this guy opposite is my dear dad. Hitting you? Isn’t this hurting me?
Longevity?
Ashighan looked up at the sky and murmured: "Damn, I'm an incompetent father. If my son were here, he would be your age. He was also born in Jiangcheng, so it would be impossible in this life."
Wait until he comes back to beat me.”
Xu Qing gritted his teeth, slowly raised his right palm, blinked his eyelids, and penetrated part of his father's lungs with his clairvoyant eyes. If possible, he would do his best to save this irresponsible father, no matter what.
all costs
"Uh" Xu Qing made a stifled sound in his throat. He saw two lung lobes riddled with holes, just like the large loofah flesh that used to be hung under the eaves in the countryside for seeding. It was covered with small mesh holes and large areas of cancer.
The cells have eroded almost the entire lobe of the lung. My dear, are these still lungs?
Zhengyang Qi combined with the positioning of the clairvoyant eye is more effective than the gamma knife in removing various tumors, but the prerequisite is that they are all extra attachments. However, seeing these two cheating lung lobes, he felt a surge in his heart.
I feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Is it possible to remove the entire area where the cancer cells have spread? Is there still a lung?
Ashig Khan has been looking at the sky for nearly ten minutes, but the slap he was looking forward to has yet to fall. When he lowered his head and looked down, he couldn't help but laugh. This kid was standing there stupidly with his palm raised, staring blankly.
Staring straight at his... chest
"Is it difficult to give a slap? Forget it, in order to express my gratitude, I sincerely invite you to stay in the city for two days. If possible, I will have someone arrange to transfer the gold discount into your account, but it will take a while."
Ashig Khan had calmed down and politely invited Xu Qing to stay in the city for a while, as a landlord.
Xu Qing nodded with a serious face, pursed his lips to Daleng beside him and said: "Daleng came with me, and it was his intention to send the key to the imperial mausoleum."
Ashighan smiled knowingly and said: "Of course, I invite you two to come together. From today on, you will be the distinguished guests of my Chahara tribe, please"
The two Mongolians dismounted at the right time and led their mounts beside them. Xu Qing turned to Daleng with a forced smile and said: "Let them bring their things and get on the horse."
"Wait a minute, if you hurt Bova, you'll have to taste my whip." A shout came from the city gate, and five horses were seen galloping towards them, followed by a tall double-peaked horse.
Camel, it is more eye-catching than all horses, because this camel is pure white, and its body is at least twice as big as an ordinary camel. At first glance, it looks like a moving hill.
The riders on the five horses were old and young. In a blink of an eye, they were approaching. Sitting on the white camel behind was a skinny old man wearing a white linen robe. The white beard on his chin was very long, and it had reached the hump.
On top, his head was wrapped in a piece of white linen, his eyes were half-closed as if he was dozing, and he was walking slowly on a camel, swaying.
Ashighan saw the face of the visitor clearly, frowned, raised his hand and waved lightly, the horse team that came with him lined up in a row, and the horses' hooves did not move, waiting for the visitor to come forward.
The five horses that were running towards us purred and stopped less than five feet away from the team. In the middle was a tall middle-aged man, and on each side of the horse sat a young man with dark skin.
On the other two horses were two elders, Liejian and Chahartai. Only the old man riding the camel was dangling a hundred meters behind, as if he was afraid that he would fall off the camel's back if he walked too fast.
similar
The middle-aged man has a majestic appearance, with a broad forehead and a square face, but he looks older than Ashiq Khan opposite him. His temples are already gray, and his eyes are blazing. He is full of energy and energy.
Ashiq Khan sat firmly on his horse, with his upper body slightly tilted back. As the lord of the royal city, his momentum would never be weaker than others even if he was suffering from a stubborn illness.
The middle-aged man is Asiga's half-brother Chahala Wushu. Eighteen years ago, he was expelled from the tribe by the old Khan for violating clan rules. He also ordered the sheepskin scroll not to return within fifteen years, otherwise the Khan would
He can be executed according to the clan rules. In the royal city, the Khan represents the supreme authority and has the power of life and death over his clan members. Even the Mongolian rulers have no right to interfere.
In a way, Asiq is an incompetent Khan. He is more than kind and decisive in dealing with others. It is precisely because of his character that he has led to today's situation.
Fifteen years passed in a blink of an eye, and Chahala Wushu returned to the royal city with his wife and children. In the first year, he behaved very low-key, as if he was a wanderer returning to his hometown. But in the next two years,
The situation suddenly changed. Wu Shu began to use his wealth and beautiful White Russian women to recruit the royal family's children. Even two elders were bribed by him without knowing when. However, all of this was directly related to Ashiger's tolerance. You must know tolerance.
If it goes too far, it becomes indulgence.
When Ahige, who was terminally ill, suddenly realized that it was already too late. His body was getting worse day by day, and he no longer had much energy to curb the expansion of Wushu forces in the clan. The defection of two elders brought him almost to the brink of desperation.
Fortunately, the mausoleum guards in the royal city only obeyed the orders of the Khan. Although Wu Shu had planned for a long time, he still did not dare to act rashly until he had legitimately ascended to the throne of Khan.
The mausoleum guards are the most loyal and brave guards in the royal city. Their loyalty is passed down from generation to generation. It is the kind that is passed down from father to son and then to grandson. No one can convince them except the supreme Khan King in the tribe, and every
The guards who protect the mausoleum are absolutely powerful, and they are all brave and loyal soldiers. It is precisely because they are worried about the skills of this elite soldier that they dare not openly usurp power. They can only use the fact that King Khan has no heir to pressure the two elders and force them to
Ashig gives way to sweat
Seeing that there were only two days left for Chahara Wushu to ascend to the throne of Khan as he wished, needless to say, he was very high-spirited. Just now when he was having a drink and celebrating with the two elders, he suddenly learned that his beloved daughter was being summoned to see Axi at the gate of the city.
He was spanked by an outsider in Gege, and in anger he rushed over with his two sons and two elders, and of course the old man with a white camel behind him. This was also a trump card he used just in case.
Chahala Wushu looked at Ashig Khan across from him with a gloomy face, slapped his chest with his right hand in vain, lowered his head and saluted, and whispered: "Wushu pays homage to King Khan." This guy didn't even get off his horse to salute.