handed over Handan's home to Han Ce, took Xu Jie and 10,000 Hu's grain and a salted fish convoy of 4,000 stones, all the way north, entered Daijun and then went north.

Originally, Zhao Xing was going to show off on his own territory this time, but Xu Jie stopped his ambition to return to his hometown: "It was a state affair, but the lord entered the fiefdom halfway, and he would be seen by the countrymen and doctors as the lord and the public for personal gain." Since the lord wants to pretend, then simply pretend to be generous, the county can't run, and the Xingjun can't run the fiefdom, why bother to ruin his reputation for a moment of greed to show off? ”

Zhao Xingshen thought so, so he pretended to be a businessman and continued to move forward. But when he arrived in Junqiu, he wanted to remember, Xu Jie said again: "Here, the beginning of the feudal monarch has been achieved, and there are 300 famous Junqiu scholars, but if the lord takes care of the old feelings and delays the advance, he will be considered by the people as Xingzi is not specialized in state affairs." ”

Zhao Xing thinks so.

When he arrived in Daijun, Zhao Xing was about to enter the city, and pointed fingers at this Daijun county guard, Xu Jie said: "He is your vassal, that is, your subordinate, as long as you come back, check his arrangements, just inspect it, and then it's over, why bother him at this time, disrupt his arrangement to fight against the locust plague and prepare to resist the attack of the Lou Nu clan, that can't test his ability, and second, it may also interrupt his train of thought, and the boss who points fingers is not a good boss." ”

Zhao Xing thinks - this guy is so annoying.

When Zhao Xing's convoy passed the water control and entered the vast grassland, Zhao Xing knew that he was like a saint, and he passed through the door three times without entering. himself, under Xu Jie's misdirection, is already a saint.

Standing on the north bank of the water, Zhao Xing sneered: "Now, you and I are in the land of barbarians, and life is no longer yours and mine, do you regret it?" ”

Xu Jie smiled indifferently: "If you take over the jade pendant of the lord, you are the lord's retainers, one is prosperous and the other is lost, and if the lord's life is gone, then I will not have everything." Fortunately, if the Lord can come back alive, I have spread the Lord's virtues along the way, and we will be of endless use. ”

Zhao Xing laughed: "The intersection of the covers you admire is just a kind of artistic conception, just talk about it." The relationship between you and me should actually be summed up in a more appropriate sentence. ”

Xu Jie immediately yearned for the solemn salute of infinite worship: "It must be a quatrain for the ages, and the disciples will listen to it." ”

Zhao Xing laughed: "Fox friends and dog friends." Then he walked into the depths of the prairie with his big sleeves fluttering.

"The sky is vast and the grass is blown by the wind and the cattle and sheep are low, who said that? Ask him to come out and see that I don't kill him. ”

Xu Jie admired the five-body throw to the ground again: "Xingzi Dacai, sure enough, every sentence is a famous song through the ages, how can you say that it is not what you said." ”

"If you saw the grassland in person, would you be able to say such bastard words?" Xu Jie was dumbfounded.

Because looking at the vast grassland, it is indeed not in line with the beautiful psalm, where is this the grassland where the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low, is this the wheat field after the wheat has been cut?

Looking at it, there is not even a blade of grass, just like the harvested wheat field, which is shocking, and a few lean cows, sheep and horses are struggling to find a little bit of grass in the cold wind to fill their ribs and stomachs.

Ao Bao in the distance, not at all angry, let alone a fierce warrior.

Xu Jie and Zhao Xing glanced at each other, and then raised their hands and hit each other: "It's done." ”

The deeper you go into the grassland, the more serious the disaster becomes, and even if you are deep in the enemy, you have to feel sad for the Lou Nu tribe of the grassland.

But the two of them felt more worried. The more serious the disaster, the more serious the harm of the grassland peoples to the Central Plains peoples, don't talk about morality, it's all for survival.

Xu Jie said worriedly, "Such a locust plague will wipe out a clan." ”

Zhao Xing said compassionately: "The suffering nation was also a descendant of Yan and Huang, how can I bear it." ”

Xu Jie also said compassionately: "They are all common people, why innocent." ”

Then the two looked at each other for a moment: "We must come to the rescue, at least let them harass the Yan Kingdom before extinction." Or exterminated by us. ”

Then the two of them raised their hands again and high-fived each other, and sighed together: "You and I are close to each other." ”

A crumbling yurt, with no life outside and inside, Zhao Xing stood at the door of the yurt and asked softly: "Is there anyone?" ”

There was a deathly silence in the yurt, and after a long time, a weak voice replied, "Where did the guest come from?" ”

Zhao Xing hurriedly replied: "A merchant who walks the grassland desert." ”

After saying a word, there was silence in the yurt again, and slowly a muffled voice came out, followed by howling and crying. Then, the tent door opened, and a dry hand grabbed the corner of Zhao Xing's robe: "Master Merchant, is there any grain, is there any, is there any?" ”

The corners of Zhao Xing's eyes moistened, and he turned to Xu Jie and said, "It seems that we are not benevolent, so we quickly sell what we eat now to the herdsmen." Then he ordered the servants to hurry back and bring over the 10,000 pieces of grain that we had left in Daijun. ”

Xu Jie's eyes flashed with tears: "What kind of price do we need them to pay?" ”

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and said: "Loyalty, forgiveness and benevolence, this is the way of being a man, didn't your teacher, Zi Xia, the founder of the Xihe School, teach you?" ”

Xu Jie replied solemnly: "Zixia taught us that what we learn is used and sold to the emperor's family." Teach us to do whatever it takes to achieve our ends. ”

Zhao Xing began to enter the role of a soul engineer, and patiently taught Xu Jie, who was led by the Xihe School and the blind Zi Xia: "It is not advisable for Confucius to be blindly gentle, but it is not advisable for Zixia to be blindly pragmatic, and it is the royal way to be a man who combines rigidity and softness, so we should have compassion for all life in this world." You don't know what compassion is. Ah, by the way, the Buddha has not yet been born, or has not yet attained enlightenment. Okay, then this is my sect, I call him Buddhism, in the future, I will be called the three religions together with Confucius and Laozi, to educate the world, eliminate all the evil in the hearts of the world, and cultivate all the good in the world. Then, with his hands open and his eyes squinting towards the sky, Zhao Xing felt that there was an infinite holy light behind his head.

A few simple words made Xu Jie thunderous, and the heavenly spirit covered his mind, and he was prostrate on the ground at that time, crying bitterly for joy to become the first disciple of a generation of Enlightenment Grandmasters.

"Merchant, is there any food?" The herdsman holding his other thigh pleaded.

The holy light behind Zhao Xing was extinguished: "Yes, but, exchange cattle and sheep, especially horses, each horse, half a grain." ”

When the herdsman heard this, he howled sadly: "Immortal God, I have finally opened my eyes." ”

The night on the grassland came alive again, and countless herdsmen drove horses, cattle and sheep to gather by a lake that Zhao Xing could not name. The bonfire was lit, the monotonous pastoral songs were sung, and the breath of life spread through.

An old shepherd, on behalf of his ethnic group, presented his most beautiful girl to Zhao Xing, thanking Zhao Xing for the food he brought, as well as salted fish: "Xingzi, you are the benefactor of the grassland, you are sent by Changsheng Heaven to save the grassland, please accept the offering of the pearl of the grassland people." ”

Zhao Xing's humble return: "As people, the grassland people and the Central Plains people used to fight in estrangement, but the gods told us that we were all from the same ancestor, we were brothers, and we should watch and take care of each other." Let's give up fighting, let's sing the same song, eat the same rice, and drink the same cup of mare's milk. ”

Xu Jie leaned on Zhao Xing's ear and whispered: "There are all old men and women gathered here, and there are no strong men. This is enough to show that a new war of plundering the Central Plains is imminent, and we have come at the right time. If you come half a step late, you may be the first to be robbed by our Daijun, and then the hinterland of our Zhao Kingdom. ”

Zhao Xing, who was in a heavy mood, nodded: "This locust plague, I really didn't expect it to be so serious, and it will wipe out a serious family." And Lou Fu and Lin Hu, who were cornered by natural disasters, will surely destroy our clan in order to survive. In any case, we will meet the king of Lou Fu as soon as possible, and guide the chariot they have already started to the kingdom of Yan. ”

"Can't we extinguish this war, after all, the people of Yan are also our Zhou people."

Zhao Xing shook his head lightly: "There is no way to stop a chariot that has been started, and the emotions that are stirred up by survival must be vented." From the perspective of the nation, why don't I want to make this war invisible? After all, the Yan and Zhao people are both Zhou people. But I'm not a saint, at least not yet. Then, I can only do a strong man to break his wrist, make a trade-off, and lead the trouble to the east for Zhao Guo. Then try to minimize the loss of the Zhou people. ”

Xu Jie arched his hand: "The disciple has been taught." ”

Zhao Xing held a cup of mare's milk, no longer had the heart to watch the singing and dancing by the bonfire, no longer had the heart to watch the beauties in front of him, and set his eyes on the deep sky. The stars are not constant, the stars are scattered, where is the true peace?