Three days later, Fang Cheng finally walked out of the primeval forest and came to a grassland.

Judging from Zhou Tianxingchen, this is the border area of Dayang, next to the nomadic kingdom of Dashen.

Dashen is still a new country, because of the characteristics of the nomads, their dynastic change is much more rapid than other ancient countries.

It is not uncommon for monks to change kings in the blink of an eye between retreats and exits.

On this day, he found a green space and was about to drink water, when a team of fast horses arrived.

The more than 40 members of the horse team are all armored soldiers, each carrying a scimitar and carrying an arrow bag, and at a glance he knows that he is a good hand in the army.

"Be's guests from the north, my general is invited. "The first one was a long-faced man in his early forties, and I saw a long scar on his chin that sank into the collar, and he looked like a brave and warlike man.

"Nope. Fang Cheng naturally wouldn't agree to a mortal's request.

"I see that you are toasting and not eating..."The man shouted angrily, and then pulled out a sharp sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Fang Cheng.

The other sergeants on horseback responded, presumably thinking that it was another traveler from the north.

"Didn't your general tell you not to get into trouble?" Fang Cheng sneered, and slowly drew out the green steel sword, like a phantom flashing.

"Ahh

"You...... Is it an immortal?" The man at the head was also stiff, although he lost an arm and sweat was dripping from his forehead, his voice was still calm.

At this time, everyone reacted, why did the general say please...... They also thought that the "please" in the general's mouth meant being escorted and tied.

"Go back and tell your general, the affairs of the royal court, my monks never interfere. Fang Cheng said, turned over and continued to travel south.

The sergeants watched as he seized his horse and fled.

"Chief, how do we get back to the general?" said a sergeant, pale, very weak.

"Hmph, it's not a human fault, the general will definitely not embarrass us. The man tore open his shoulder armor and barely wrapped his severed arm with cloth, but the warm blood still flowed down his waist to the hem of his trousers, staining a small patch of grass red.

It is said that Fang Cheng rode his horse all the way south, rested a little on the way and set out on the road again, and in the evening, he found a migration place.

Herds of cattle and sheep were placed under a steep grassy slope, hundreds of tents surrounded the city in an arc, and bonfires that rose to the sky stained half of the sky red.

As soon as he walked outside the horse barn, more than a dozen shepherds surrounded him.

They looked around at Fang Cheng's dress, and were a little surprised: "The guests are coming from afar, can they ask for something?"

Fang Cheng was riding a military horse at this time, and he didn't seem to be a citizen of Dashen, and the shepherd was a little uncertain about his identity.

"Ask for a glass of water, can you help me feed the horses?" Fang Cheng turned over and dismounted, throwing the reins to one of them.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was the pure official language of Dashen.

"Done. A red hat shepherd led his horse around the barn and toward the back of the tent.

"Guest, come with me. Another shepherd led him to the campfire.

They were cooking around a campfire, roasting whole sheep or boiling beef broth.

Under the bright light of the fire, Fang Cheng found that most of the people in this small tribe were old people, women, and children, and there were very few adult men.

"Brother, is your tribe at war?" Fang Cheng asked directly.

The shepherd shook his head, apparently reluctant to say more.

At this time, a little girl of about seven or eight years old handed him a water bladder.

"Thank you. Fang Cheng nodded at her, took out a handful of candy from his arms, and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl was a little evasive, and glanced sideways at the shepherd beside her, her eyes full of anticipation.

The shepherd bowed slightly, and the little girl happily snatched the candy from Fang Cheng's hand, and her sharp nails even cut through his palm.

After the little girl left happily, Fang Cheng spoke: "Brother, is this your daughter?"

The shepherd nodded as an acknowledgment of this relationship, and it seemed that he was not good at words.

"Guests are hungry, why don't you come and have a glass of wine together?" The shepherd who had led the horses walked from behind Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng turned around and thanked him, and then followed him to the campfire.

Sitting cross-legged, after taking the roast leg of lamb from an old man's hand, Fang Cheng put it to his mouth and took a small bite, and found that the heat was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Come, guests have a glass of mare's milk wine to warm up. The Red Hat Shepherd handed over a wine bag.

It was late autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night on the grassland was huge, and it cooled down after sunset, and the temperature at night was very close to freezing, and the herders wore cashmere coats.

"Brother, let's be honest, I came from the north again, and I have seen a lot of wars along the way, and your tribe is like this, right?" Fang Cheng took a sip of mare's milk wine, and put it down when he didn't feel very appetizing.

"Yes, I don't know when the battle between the royal court will be stopped this time, and the king's sons are all great heroes...... It's a pity for us sheep herders. The red hat shepherd sighed, picked up a roll of dry cigarettes, and began to swallow the clouds.

"The battle between the royal court will have a result sooner or later, but I am afraid that the people's hearts will not be enough to swallow the elephant. Fang Cheng remembered that the Dashen royal court changed its surname every few decades, all because the royal court's Heavenly Khan was so happy and often launched major wars against neighboring countries.

Often, when Dashen launched a foreign war, another battle for the royal court would be set off when the country was empty.

Although Dashen made great achievements in foreign wars, the long-term civil war greatly depleted Dashen's national strength, so the successive dynasties of Dashen did not have the ambition to expand the territory.

"We, we just hope that there will be herds of cattle and sheep in the coming year, and Wang Ting will recruit less soldiers, they are all strong men, and it is a pity to die outside. The red hat shepherd slowly spat out a smoke ring.

In the light of the fire, his face was flushed, and the folds on his cheeks were faintly visible.

Fang Cheng was just indifferent, this was probably the limitation of mortal thinking, they had never considered overthrowing the rule of the royal court, being a group of people outside the world, content to be recruited, and fighting an unquestionable civil war year after year, almost desperately fighting.

"Have you ever thought that the royal court's decision was right, and that they would make mistakes even if they weren't prophets? ”

"The royal court belongs to the Immortal Heaven, and the Immortal Heaven gives us food and well-being. The red hat shepherd suddenly said with some excitement.

Fang Cheng just smiled and didn't refute, as a monk, he naturally didn't believe in the Mandate of Heaven

At night, Fang Cheng led the horse out of the gathering place, and found from a distance that there were several shepherds following him, and it was not until he left for more than ten miles that those shepherds disappeared without a trace.

At this time, he continued to travel south under the guidance of the stars, and after half an hour, when he walked out of a hillside, he could vaguely hear the roars of wolves coming from the north, as if he had found new prey.

When the north wind blew, he could even smell the faint smell of blood in the wind, and it seemed that another killing feast had been set off.