The fat woman was taken aback, although she was very fat, but she was extremely flexible. Seeing the golden cymbal flying towards him, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the soft whip "snapped" on the right golden cymbal, and the golden cymbal swirled and flew to the side. The golden cymbal on the left really couldn't be removed, so she had to roll on the ground, and the edge of the golden cymbal flew past her scalp, and countless strands of hair were cut off by the roots, flying down.

"Uswan, are you blind, and you are holding your broken cymbals and beckoning to the old lady?" The fat woman got up from the ground in embarrassment, jumped to her feet and cursed.

The red-hatted lama had a gloomy face, took the double cymbals in his hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and a pair of golden cymbals swirled and flew towards the fat woman.

"Uswang, old lady......" The fat woman's eyes were about to split, and before she could scold the following words, she suddenly realized something, her water tank-like waist twisted, and a jet-black blade ran out from her shoulder blades, and bright red blood flowers flew everywhere, shining dazzling colors in the candlelight.

The fat woman screamed and jumped away like a wounded rabbit.

The golden cymbal swept in front of the strange man in black, swirled and flew back.

"Uswan, you deal with him alone, the old lady will not accompany him." The fat woman said this sentence in a sharp voice, and ran towards the exit of the lobby like a ball of meat, although her body was bloated, but she ran fast, and "whew" out of the door, so that the door curtain could not help fluttering.

Yang Muyun was dumbfounded, glanced at Yuan Qi'er, and said in his heart that the partner that this lama master was looking for was really righteous enough, and when he saw that the wind was not in the right direction, he left him and ran away.

The corners of Yuan Qi'er's lips hooked, and she shook her head slightly, "This Uswang, where did you find such a living treasure, it's good now, the two of them can't help each other when they join forces, and now he is the only one left, how can it end?" ”

The strange man in black glared at him coldly, "Aren't you running?" ”

Uswang's face was terrifyingly gloomy, his high cheekbones trembled slightly, and a pair of eyes stared at each other for a moment, "If you return the things to this seat, this seat will leave immediately." ”

"Give it back to you?" The strange man in black glanced at him contemptuously, "Why, is it just you?" ”

"You must know that if you hurt me, you will be the enemy of the entire Red Sect, and then you will ......," Uswan's deep voice roared like a whetstone.

"Really?" The strange man in black interrupted him, "This is not Mobei, and the Ming Dynasty will not support your Red Sect like the Mongolian Khan's Court." ”

"You......" Uswan's eyes glowed like a falcon's.

"It's still too late for you to run after that fat pig." The strange man in black said to him with a calm face.

"Boom" Two golden rays of light swept towards the black-clothed monster again.

"It's this trick again......" The black-clothed strange man shook his head, and with a "bang" sounded, a pair of golden cymbals broke into four.

Just as he was still in the sheath, a figure pounced on him like a great peng spreading its wings, and instantly struck him with seven palms.

"Bang" The right palm of the black-clothed monster has also been struck, and the palms intersected, and Uswan flipped upside down in the air and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood with "wow".

"What other tricks do you have?" The strange man in black held the knife in his left hand and put his right hand behind his back, and said leisurely.

"You...... You ......" Uswan couldn't breathe, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

The black-clothed strange man frowned, and his clenched right hand was withdrawn in front of his eyes and slowly stretched out, his palms had turned lead-colored, and they were still slowly turning black.

"Tantra Heart-Destroying Seal." Yuan Qi'er said in a lost voice. Although the voice was soft, it was still heard by the strange man in black, and he looked at her sideways in surprise.

Uswang's body was shocked, and he also looked at Yuan Qi'er, "This girl actually knows my tantric technique?" "I just think she is very familiar, but I just can't remember who she is.

"You actually use poison?" The strange man in black swept towards Uswan with a fierce gaze.

"Yes, do you think the name of this Tantric Heart-Destroying Seal is called for nothing?" A smug smile appeared on Uswang's thin face, "If you are lucky now, the poison will go straight to your heart along your blood, and even the Great Luo Golden Immortal will not be able to save you at that time." ”

Dressed in black

The strange man snorted, took a deep breath, and his fingers were like the wind, connecting several acupuncture points from his right arm to his shoulder.

"It's useless," Uswan laughed strangely, "unless you cut off the entire right arm, it will be difficult to stop my palm poison from spreading all over your body......" Seeing that he didn't speak, his eyes rolled for a moment, "If you give that thing back to me, I will give you the antidote." ”

"For you, I'll do it with one hand." The black-clothed strange man said slowly, his left hand holding the knife tightened, and he took a step towards Uswan.

"You, you don't want to die." Uswan took a step back in horror, and in his desperation, his breath diverted, and he coughed repeatedly.

"I can cure the poison without your antidote." As soon as the black-clothed strange man finished speaking, the knife was unsheathed, and a black light flashed in Uswang's pupils, and then he felt a chill in his throat, and everything in his eyes had become blurry and blackened......

"I hate it in my life when people try to blackmail me," the strange man in black said in a low voice, not even looking at him again, "I didn't want to kill your ......"

The last trace of anger in Uswan's eyes had disappeared, and the whole person fell straight down like a stake.

"Kill ......" A shopkeeper quickly covered his mouth as soon as he said these three words, because he saw the cold gaze of the strange man in black, which was like an invisible hand that could hook away people's souls.

Several shopkeepers glanced at each other and quietly retreated. The chubby shopkeeper with two beards simply bowed down and lay on the ground behind the counter......

The lobby is quiet now, and the blind father and daughter have left at some point, leaving Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er, Lao Fang, and the thin boy and his companions. The old room sat with his eyes closed, as if the old monk had settled down. The thin boy and the strong man lay on the table, sleeping unawakely.

The strange man in black turned around and came to Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er, and said lightly, "Now it's your turn to make a move." ”

Yang Muyun was slightly stunned, stared at him, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine, and held it in front of him with both hands.

The strange man in black looked at him coldly and didn't pick him up.

"You think there's poison in this wine?" Yuan Qi'er smiled faintly, got up and took the wine glass from Yang Muyun's hand and drank it all. His eyes rolled, "We're just spectators, don't be too careful." ”

"Good!" The black-clothed stranger's gaze softened a little, lifted the wine jug and poured wine into a wine glass, gently raised it and saluted Yang Muyun for a moment, then drank it all, put down the wine glass, turned around and left.

"Why don't you sit down and talk for a while?" Yuan Qi'er said to his back.

"If you want to live longer, it's better not to talk to people casually." The strange man in black didn't look back, and threw down a sentence hard.

The table he was sitting at had been blown apart, so he came to sit down opposite the old room, glared at the old room and said, "You...... Why don't you do it now? ”

The old man still sat quietly with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard what he said.

The strange man in black glanced at the thin boy and the strong man who were still sleeping in the corner, and slowly put the knife on the table, his left hand still holding the handle tightly, and his right hand drooped, slowly closing his eyes.

The entire lobby is quiet again.

Yang Muyun looked at Uswang's corpse on the ground, frowned, and said to Yuan Qi'er: "He is a member of your Mongolian Khan's court, do you just watch him fall here and no one takes him away?" ”

"He is a subordinate of the emperor around him, and he is not my person, why should I give him a funeral?" Yuan Qi'er's words made Yang Muyun stunned.

"Don't you also respect Tokh for not sweating?" Yang Muyun said with some puzzlement: "Do you have a grudge against that emperor?" ”

"It's not that I have a grudge against the emperor, but that I have a grudge against the people who have a grudge against us, what does it matter to me if his subordinates die?" Yuan Qi'er said lightly.

"Muts?" Yang Muyun said strangely: "Aren't you Mongolian?" ”

"Who said I was a Mongol?" Yuan Qi'er gave him a blank look, "When did I say in front of you that I was a Mongolian?" ”

A series of rhetorical questions made Yang Muyun fall into the fog, "Then you are not a Mongolian, and you are ......"

"Well, now I tell you, I'm a Zerthian,

Not the Mongols, do you understand? Yuan Qi'er smiled at him and said.

"The Ots, the Mongols, this ...... Does it make any difference? Yang Muyun said.

"In the eyes of you Han people, of course you can't tell the difference," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "There are many tribes and ethnic groups on the grassland, how can you Han people tell the difference?" ”

"But you keep saying that you want to restore the Great Yuan world, how can you explain this?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"If you don't say that, how can you tie all the tribes on the steppe together," Yuan Qi'er's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "In the eyes of Tokhtarbuhua, we Zarats are just a group of Turkic barbarians, how could they treat us as real Mongols?" ”

"I didn't expect that the infighting between the various tribes on the grassland was as fierce and complicated as the party struggle in our Ming Dynasty." Yang Muyun said secretly in his heart.

"When I was down, I was supported by my Eberg as the Great Khan...... Seeing that Yang Muyun didn't understand, he explained: "Eberge means grandfather in Mongolian, he was supported by my grandfather as the lord of the whole grassland, and he also married my aunt to him, and now he just has some power, so he wants to put our Rakites aside, and use the power of the Red Sect to bring all tribes under his command, what a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed......"

Yang Muyun gradually understood that Yuan Qi'er's family had become a prominent tribe on the steppe because of the support of Totobuhua as the Great Khan of Mongolia. After the power of Toktobu gradually grew, he was unwilling to be controlled by the Yuan Qi'er family, so he tried every means to take back the power that belonged to the Mongol Khanate, and this power struggle would only intensify until the situation was the same.

"If there is disagreement within the Mongolian Khan's court, it will not be possible to form a joint force to deal with my Daming," Yang Muyun's heart moved, and he lifted the wine jug and poured a glass of wine into Yuan Qi'er's cup, "You said that Tokh Buhua uses the power of the Red Sect, so is the power of the Red Sect very great?" ”

"The Red Sect is a branch of Tibetan Lamaism," Yuan Qi'er explained in detail: "Since the founding of the Great Yuan, Lamaism has been designated as the state religion, and the leader of Lamaism worships as the emperor, and the Bas-pa beside Kublai Khan was the first emperor of the Great Yuan......" Her voice paused, "Later, your Ming Dynasty was prosperous, and the power of the Great Yuan returned to Mobei, and the Lamaism was split into the Yellow Sect and the Red Sect, and the Yellow Sect regarded itself as the orthodoxy of Lamaism, and their leader was named the national teacher and the Great Mercy King by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. They constantly crowd out the Red Sect. In a fit of rage, Saqaba, the leader of the Red Sect, led his followers to the grassland, and now he has joined the tent of Tokhtar Buhua......"

"It's just a group of monks, how much power can they have?" Yang Muyun was a little puzzled.

"To you Han people, they are nothing, but to us steppe people, they are different," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him and said: "Many of the tribal leaders and herdsmen on the steppe are devout followers of Lamaism, and Saqapa considers himself the spokesman of the Buddha, and he wants all the people on the steppe to be loyal to Tokhtar and not to spend ......."

"More and more people on the steppe are loyal to Tokhtar without sweating profusely, which is naturally not good for you Rakots." Yang Muyun interjected.

"That's right," Yuan Qi'er sighed, with a hint of dazedness in her eyes, "On the surface, Totobuhua respects my father as the Taishi, and is named the King of Huai, and one person is above ten thousand people, but in fact, he secretly accumulates his own strength and wants to be unfavorable to my father." ”

"But isn't your aunt his wife?" Yang Muyun said: "You have become a family, why should you be too suspicious of each other? ”

"It's not that we are suspicious of him," Yuan Qi'er's voice raised a little, "If you treat us sincerely, why don't you set up the son born to my aunt as the heir to the throne, and also make eye contact with the Horqin people and the Jurchens, and his heart is already clear." ”

"But after all, he is the co-lord of your steppe, and no matter what he does, he can be unrestrained in the name of the Great Khan."

"So we have to attack his prestige first, and we must first weaken the influence of the Red Sect." Yuan Qi'er said.

"How can people's belief in Lamaism be weakened by deep-rooted beliefs?" Yang Muyun frowned, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Yuan Qi'er with wide eyes, "Shakya Gyaltsen, the reason why you asked Shakya Gyaltsen to go to the grassland with you is to use the power of the Yellow Sect to counteract the influence of the Red Sect. ”

"You're very smart," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him appreciatively and said, "If you go to the grassland with me, my father will definitely appreciate you." ”