Chapter 52: The Optimistic Mughutures

The biggest totem in the Khitan steppe is actually the blue wolf.

The general language of the shepherd's poetry describes the wolf in this way.

"He came from a glimmer of light in the darkness as a great pale wolf."

The next episode is naturally the combination of humans and wolves, and then the creation of the fierce race of the Mughal tribe.

Tie Xinyuan naturally knew that this was nonsense.

Not to mention whether there will be children after the union of humans and wolves, even if there are children, what will the children look like?

It's hard for people like Ah Da and Ah Er to accept, let alone a child with a wolf's head.

I am afraid that as soon as such a child is born, he will be strangled to death by his mother.

Tie Xinyuan couldn't blame the shepherd in front of him who liked to sing, because the origin of the Han people themselves was also very strange.

Especially the various **** hybrids written in the annals of history, it is unbearable to read.

As for the miraculous claim that she got pregnant when she stepped on the footprints of a giant in the wild, Tie Xinyuan would not believe it when he killed him, he would rather think that it was a pregnant wife who was cheating and lying to her husband.

As Muguls, they naturally look down on the Khitans, and in real life, they are oppressed by the Khitans like a dying old dog.

Spiritually, the wandering singer of the Mughal people in front of him is very contemptuous of the legend of the Khitan people's green ox and white horse.

Tie Xinyuan reminded this guy more than once that the Khitan people don't have such a heavy taste, and they are immortals riding green oxen, and fairies riding white horses have bred a huge and ferocious Khitan.

This fellow, who was covered in a rotten sheepskin and wrapped in two rotten sheepskins on his feet, and was about to freeze to death in the snow, except for a huqin made of a yogurt spoon covered with cowhide made him look like an artist, the rest of his outfit made him look more like a sloppy beggar.

This guy has the characteristic of an artist's expression of love, and when Quack kindly picked this guy up from the snow and threw it on the edge of the fire to roast it and wake up, his mouth never idle for a moment.

The artist's stubbornness made him firmly believe that the Khitans were born of the green ox and the white horse, and the two immortals on the back of the green ox and the white horse were artistically omitted by him.

In this way, the beautiful ancestral legend in the legend of the Khitan people has become a curse.

At least, Tie Xinyuan heard someone say more than once in Qingxiang Valley-you yak-born cub!

It was a bit of a bargain to discuss the theory of the origin of mankind with a Mughal savage, and Tie Xinyuan, who had been riding on a horse for a whole day, began to eat.

In cold weather, a lot of calories must be supplemented, so tsamba, butter tea, and mutton are all indispensable.

Only oily lips can keep them from cracking in the cold weather of the prairie.

The prairie people in autumn have always been hospitable, but in the cold of winter, even if you are about to starve to death, you will not be able to get any help.

Therefore, the hospitality of the prairie is actually a kind of thing that only happens on the premise that you have extra food to eat.

The Mugyu seemed to be following this principle as well, and did not open his mouth to ask Tie Xinyuan for food, even though he was very hungry.

Tie Xinyuan has always been careless in gnawing bones, and there is always a lot of meat left on the bones that are not easy to eat.

Whenever Tie Xinyuan threw a bone, the Mughal would pounce like a hound, snatching the flesh and bones, and would look at the people around the fire with a wolf-like gaze, lest they come and grab it.

When Tie Xinyuan was full, the Mugwu looked at Tie Xinyuan, who couldn't eat anymore, and he hadn't eaten yet.

There are a lot of white sheep bones piled up in front of him, and there is not a single bit of meat shredded on it, this guy has a very high level of gnawing bones, seeing that Tie Xinyuan really has no intention of continuing to eat, he carefully approached the fire, and put the clean sheep bones without a trace of meat on the fire to bake, the fat in the bones was forced out by the flames, flowing on the surface of the bones, sizzling sound, as long as the Mughul people saw a drop of grease, they would greedily **** off the grease.

He carried out this behavior all night, and Tie Xinyuan listened to the chirp of his tongue licking on his bones almost all night.

When the day dawned, the fire was still burning very vigorously, and the Mughal sat cross-legged on the edge of the fire, staring at the fire for a moment, and if the flame on the fire was not high enough, he would immediately add firewood to it with great skill.

Especially when Tie Xinyuan woke up, he became more focused, adding every piece of wood to the fire, like a rigorous painter adding brush and ink to his paintings, which seemed to have a sacred meaning.

He was trying to prove to Tie Xinyuan that he was a useful person.

Tie Xinyuan's team was very large, there were one hundred and thirty people, and when he went to see Yelu Chongyuan, he had to carry a lot of property, so the horse team of fifteen camels and two hundred war horses made the Mughal man unable to figure out where Tie Xinyuan came from.

At least he could tell the difference, this group of people would definitely not be a caravan, and there would not be so many fierce warriors in the caravan.

As it turned out, he was rewarded for his hard night's labor, and while he was having breakfast, Tie Xinyuan instructed Ga Ga to fill the Mughal man's wooden bowl with a bowl of rice porridge.

Although the Mughal people very much wanted to get some meat, when they saw that everyone was drinking rice porridge and eating dry food, he drank the rice porridge very rarely, but hid the dry food in his rotten skin jacket full of lice.

After walking in the desert for ten days, walking on the Gobi for two days, and then walking on the grassland for five days, Tie Xinyuan did feel a little lonely.

Seeing that the Mughurs had hidden the dry food, he asked, "You are a Mugyu, how did you come to your territory with the Khitans?"

As far as I know, the attitude of the Khitans towards the Muguls was not friendly. ”

"Honorable nobleman, I am Uliger (storyteller) Salig of the Murbeg tribe, and this time I am going to Xijing to play the hubug (huqin) for His Majesty the Venerable Khitan Emperor, hoping that the benevolent Khitan Majesty will allow our people to migrate to a warmer place to graze, even if it is only in winter.

Just this year, Haizi (Lake Baikal) froze over, and many of my people froze to death, and even more so cattle and sheep froze to death.

If we can't leave Haizi before the next winter, there will be no more Murbeg tribes in the world. ”

After listening to this Mughu's answer, Tie Xinyuan gasped, he really didn't know where this guy's courage came from, so he walked thousands of miles to meet the Khitan Emperor, who was known for his coldness, and put forward such conditions that were not in the interests of the Khitans.

Tie Xinyuan could even imagine that even if this guy saw the Khitan Emperor, when this request was exported, he would immediately be chopped into pieces by the Khitan warriors and fed to the dogs.

What's more, this guy only finished saying last night that the Khitans are the sons of the cows, and if he said the same in Xijing, which is full of Khitans, the possibility of him going back alive is infinitely close to zero.

In later generations, Tie Xinyuan has seen this kind of idealist, who either ask for their country's life, or run for the environment in which people live, regardless of their own gains and losses, let alone whether they are weak or not.

I always thought that I could light a spark and end up on a prairie fire.

There may have been successful people in his time, but in this era, he was only ridiculed, teased, and finally slaughtered.

Society has not yet developed to the point where everyone has rights, so what is the difference between doing so and looking for death?

As the Uligar of the tribe, the Mughal Saligh should be the most learned person in the entire tribe.

Knowing a little bit about the outside world.

In the Khitan population, the emperor will always be the most benevolent and benevolent person, and this propaganda may have affected Salig, who may simply think that the benevolent people that everyone is praising will not let all his tribes freeze to death.

Just like the Mughal hero praised by everyone, he will definitely be a man as vigorous as an eagle, there can be no fake!

"You may not have a chance to meet the Khitan Emperor, the emperor lives in a large military camp and will not come out to meet outsiders."

Tie Xinyuan couldn't bear to tell him the real consequences, and told him very tactfully that he was doing something that was simply impossible.

Salig didn't see it that way, and the extremely optimistic guy patted himself on the back of his Hubs and laughed, "I'm the best Uliger, and everybody likes me." ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled and shook his head, and ordered the team to continue their journey, and after walking for two days, they would walk out of the grassland and come to Xijing, a semi-animal husbandry and semi-agricultural Liao.

As long as you go out of the grassland, you will see the so-called official roads of the Khitan, which are actually the roads left by the Tang Dynasty.

The Khitans did not have the habit of building roads, they believed that as long as they rode on war horses, there were roads everywhere, and even if there were no roads, after the cavalry passed, there would be roads.

Tie Xinyuan and Xu Dongsheng are still discussing the matters that need to be paid attention to when meeting with Yelu Chongguang.

Capriciousness is the nature of this person, Xu Dongsheng hopes that at the beginning, he will go to see Yelu Chongguang alone, and the reputation of a cloud should be able to arouse the interest of this imperial brother.

Meng Yuanzhi, who was wearing a mask, whispered: "I will sneak into Yelu Chongguang's mansion and protect you in the back." ”

Xu Dongsheng said with a smile: "No need, if it is discovered, it will be self-defeating, and this vest is enough for Lao Tzu to go back to the sea of swords." ”

Tie Xinyuan saw Xu Dongsheng patting the package behind his war horse's buttocks, which contained a thick vest filled with gunpowder.

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said, "Don't expect this vest to be too much, once it explodes, it has the highest chance of killing you." ”

Xu Dongsheng looked at Tie Xinyuan strangely and said, "Does Lao Tzu have to wear a vest to light it?"

God's punishment is for Jerod to regain light, but it is not reserved for me, when I want to get someone, I will take it off and light it and throw it over! ”

Tie Xinyuan was stunned for a long time before he said, "I really overestimate your character." (To be continued.) )