With the passage of time, the footprints of the Jurchens spread all over this vast fertile land, most of the Jurchens lived on both sides of the Heilongjiang River by fishing and hunting, and only some tribes along the Nenjiang River in the south slowly learned some farming after a long contact with the Han people.

We Jurchen men are brave and good at fighting, good at hunting large beasts, and the dense forests of Changbai Mountain are the world where they gallop, and the Jurchen girls are also industrious and brave.

At that time, the Jurchen ministers belonged to the Great Liao Dynasty, and paid tribute to the Great Liao Emperor on time for the specialties of their land, and in the upper reaches of the Yalu River in the east combined with the Tumen River, there lived a clan surnamed Wanyan, and their leader was the Wanyan Aguta, who gradually became powerful under his leadership and ruled the Jurchen tribes.

In the spring of about eighty-six years ago, the most mediocre emperor of the Great Liao, Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi, came to the 'Spring Bowl' in Chunzhou to hunt.

"I do know that since ancient times, there have always been three major ethnic groups here, Donghu, Zhan and Shen. These three lineages have a long history and run through ancient times. Among them

"Su Shen clan", since the name of Su Shen thousands of years ago, later changed to Lu Lou, and then Beji, hundreds of years ago for the Yan Ya, you Jurchens are all from this, right? Sabal said thoughtfully, looking thoughtfully at his fading red eyes.

"Spring bowl?" Sabal interrupted her abruptly, apparently unheard of the word.

"Then your clan seems to be the most noble Wanyan clan in the Jurchen clan?" As he said this, Sabal remembered what she had questioned him this morning, and he looked at her in bewilderment.

"This tea has a sweet smell, and the entrance is first hot and then bitter and then sweet······"

"I didn't expect you to know a lot, you basically speak well." Bai Yin nodded slightly. 23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; Grinding Iron Literature

"This tea has a sweet smell, and the entrance is first hot and then bitter and then sweet······"

"There was a tribal leader in our Ulinda tribe, in order to save the danger of his tribesmen, he led a son and a daughter to the far north to hunt eagles at the end of the Xiangpian River, but the old man and his son were frozen to death on the mountain in a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in a hundred years. Later, his surviving daughter touched Shenhuo Gege with tears, and under the guidance of Shenhuo Gege, she used the colorful divine light of the sun to melt the ice and snow on Eagle Mountain, so that the Xiongkulu on the mountain moved south, so that the eagle household who hunted the eagle was easier to catch, and the daughter of the old patriarch also died in an avalanche and became a high-flying bird. Bai Yin hadn't told these stories for a long, long time, and as she spoke, a thin layer of mist faintly appeared in her eyes.

"In fact, there is a difference between the Xiongkuru enshrined in the Jurchen clan, what can you see if you look carefully at the Xiongkuru on the hanging statue?" Bai Yin asked him, pointing to the statue on the wall.

"There was a tribal leader in our Ulinda tribe, in order to save the danger of his tribesmen, he led a son and a daughter to the far north to hunt eagles at the end of the Xiangpian River, but the old man and his son were frozen to death on the mountain in a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in a hundred years. Later, his surviving daughter touched Shenhuo Gege with tears, and under the guidance of Shenhuo Gege, she used the colorful divine light of the sun to melt the ice and snow on Eagle Mountain, so that the Xiongkulu on the mountain moved south, so that the eagle household who hunted the eagle was easier to catch, and the daughter of the old patriarch also died in an avalanche and became a high-flying bird. Bai Yin hadn't told these stories for a long, long time, and as she spoke, a thin layer of mist faintly appeared in her eyes.

"Then what else did they do to the Jurchens?"

"What do you taste?" She asked.

"Why not, don't you know this!"

"In order to make the eagle households catch more eagles, they even took their wives and children as hostages, and as long as the eagle households did not pay a sufficient amount of Xiongkuru on time, they would arrest them and kill them, and what was even more hateful was that even if the eagle households paid enough amounts, if they were not in good condition, they would still not let go of the hostages. Known as the King of Ten Thousand Eagles, the male Kuru is already scarce in number, and he lives in extremely high and cold places, so many eagle households are forced to risk their lives in Huangquan! Sabal listened to Bai Yin's narration, and he listened calmly without speaking.

"I do know that since ancient times, there have always been three major ethnic groups here, Donghu, Zhan and Shen. These three lineages have a long history and run through ancient times. Among them

"Su Shen clan", since the name of Su Shen thousands of years ago, later changed to Lu Lou, and then Beji, hundreds of years ago for the Yan Ya, you Jurchens are all from this, right? Sabal said thoughtfully, looking thoughtfully at his fading red eyes.

"There was a tribal leader in our Ulinda tribe, in order to save the danger of his tribesmen, he led a son and a daughter to the far north to hunt eagles at the end of the Xiangpian River, but the old man and his son were frozen to death on the mountain in a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in a hundred years. Later, his surviving daughter touched Shenhuo Gege with tears, and under the guidance of Shenhuo Gege, she used the colorful divine light of the sun to melt the ice and snow on Eagle Mountain, so that the Xiongkulu on the mountain moved south, so that the eagle household who hunted the eagle was easier to catch, and the daughter of the old patriarch also died in an avalanche and became a high-flying bird. Bai Yin hadn't told these stories for a long, long time, and as she spoke, a thin layer of mist faintly appeared in her eyes.

"Then didn't you Jurchens later overthrow the Liao Dynasty, which had been established by the Khitans for two hundred and thirty years, under the leadership of Wanyan Aguta?" Sabar suddenly became strongly interested in the historical feud between Liaojin and Jin, and he didn't know as much as Bai Yin did.

"Why not, don't you know this!"

"Didn't you say that Xiongkuru belongs to your most noble clan, then the Wanyan clan is the royal family of your Dajin Kingdom, so it can be inferred that only the clan surnamed Wanyan is qualified to worship your Xiongkuru!" Sabal played with the gold medal in his hand, his four eyes in good spirits under the beating firelight.

Outside, there was a faint roar of beasts in the wind, and Sabal's alert ears moved, and he looked sideways at the closed wooden door.

With the passage of time, the footprints of the Jurchens spread all over this vast fertile land, most of the Jurchens lived on both sides of the Heilongjiang River by fishing and hunting, and only some tribes along the Nenjiang River in the south slowly learned some farming after a long contact with the Han people.

We Jurchen men are brave and good at fighting, good at hunting large beasts, and the dense forests of Changbai Mountain are the world where they gallop, and the Jurchen girls are also industrious and brave.

At that time, the Jurchen ministers belonged to the Great Liao Dynasty, and paid tribute to the Great Liao Emperor on time for the specialties of their land, and in the upper reaches of the Yalu River in the east combined with the Tumen River, there lived a clan surnamed Wanyan, and their leader was the Wanyan Aguta, who gradually became powerful under his leadership and ruled the Jurchen tribes.

In the spring of about eighty-six years ago, the most mediocre emperor of the Great Liao, Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi, came to the 'Spring Bowl' in Chunzhou to hunt.

"Good eyesight, Xiongkuru means god of eagles, it is divided into many colors, there are natural blue, reed, snow white, sky blue and jet black several coat colors. Among them, the whole body black feather color without miscellaneous hair is the best, the whole body snow-white feather color is the top grade, the reed color status is second, and the miscellaneous hair color grade is the lowest. Our ancestors of the Ulinda people believed in the black Xiongkulu, but later they were disallowed by the gradually powerful and dominant Wanyan tribe, forcing us to change the totem to white Xiongkulu. Sabal noticed that when Bai Yin spoke, there was a faint sadness in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

Bai Yin kept watching his every move, and seeing him pretending, she couldn't help but laugh: "Pretend, if you have the ability, let me continue to pretend!" ”

"In fact, there is a difference between the Xiongkuru enshrined in the Jurchen clan, what can you see if you look carefully at the Xiongkuru on the hanging statue?" Bai Yin asked him, pointing to the statue on the wall.

"Yelu Yanxi let go of Wanyan Aguta, which is destined to be equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain and digging a grave for himself, it can be seen from this incident that Yelu Yanxi is a complete fool!" Sabal said this unconsciously.

"Spring bowl?" Sabal interrupted her abruptly, apparently unheard of the word.

"Spring bowl?" Sabal interrupted her abruptly, apparently unheard of the word.

"It's hot!" After he said this, Bai Yin said angrily: "It's better to give Tasha a drink, do you drink tea like this?" Bai Yin's keen eyes suddenly caught what was in his eyes, and at this moment, Bai Yin suddenly had an elusive premonition in his heart.

She faintly felt that the Mongolian young man in front of her, who was less than eighteen years old, must have a confusing entanglement with the Jurchen Dajin Dynasty in his life, of course, this was just a feeling that she could not describe.

He is a mystery in himself, he hates the Jurchens so much, from the information she knows, she actually already knows the interests of the two of them behind the group, and they must belong to the power of fire and water in the future, although the grassland tribe is still firmly controlled by the imperial court, but the impermanence of water paper can't contain the truth of fire, she understands, once the seeds of national contradictions are planted, sooner or later, they will take root and sprout.

But she interrupted her train of thought again, at least, there are only three of them in this primeval forest with a harsh environment now, if she kills him, she can think of dozens of ways, but if she will be even more lonely in that way, she doesn't know what her heart is thinking, maybe at this moment Sabal thinks of Wanyan Aguta, she thinks of Yelu Yanxi.

"Hai Dongqing on the hanging image, in addition to his eyes are as strong as electricity... It seems that the color is also very special! Sabar looked at the Haidong Qingdao on the wall, in fact, he had seen that picture during the day, but he didn't think too much about it.