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The morning light came to the world again as promised, filling the universe with light, as if to drive away the unknown things in the night.

Another ordinary night passed.

But the vast grassland has undergone a great change in this night that has just passed, the corpses are all over the field under the Sheephorn Mountain, the eagles and birds are looking for food from all over the place, and the last place of battle has become a paradise for wild wolves.

The Khan Court at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains has also changed owners, and Jinhuer is living on the Khan Throne, listening to the battle situation of the generals of the clan for the pursuit of other tribes.

After a long time, Jinhu'er, who was frowning tightly with thick eyebrows, retreated from the people around him, and paced back and forth in the wide dome of the Khan King with his hands in his hands.

Once, when he was a prisoner in Yangqu City, when he meditated and thought about it for nothing, Jinhu'er would walk back and forth slowly, because it would make him feel that he was still alive.

Since he is still alive, there will be a way.

After a few reincarnations, Jin Hu'er looked at the low couch above the dome, his eyes were full of reminiscence, his father Khan was there, scolding Fang Xuan, talking and laughing like a tiger; At that time, he was still a child, and he didn't know how to fight for power and power, but he knew that the elders and young were orderly, and the throne of Khan would naturally be inherited by Muzat, and he would be a happy and happy king after all.

It's a pity that there can be such a satisfactory thing in the emperor's family, Yangqu City made Jinhuer understand a truth, enjoying the glory and wealth that ordinary people can't touch, that is, to endure more suffering, so he didn't feel too much self-pity in the days when he was a prisoner, what really made Jinhuer change the idea that he had rooted in his heart since he was a child was to see the downfall and embarrassment of the Bart family, if so, an unspeakable unwillingness in his heart was just the green grass on the grassland that couldn't be suppressed.

That's why today he has tried his best to defeat dissidents and ascend to the throne of the Great Khan, since God let him get this opportunity as he wished, how could he waste it in vain?

Every time he thinks of this, Jinhuer's heart will spring up with an inexplicable surge, even if he tries again and again to calm down, and he doesn't show it to anyone, but his chest is still like a newborn lamb, jumping around vigorously.

After taking a few more deep breaths, Jinhuer finally collected his thoughts, sat quietly on the sweat seat, and once again thought about another thing that made him sleep.

How to deal with Liu Xi and others?

From the debacle of Yangqu City to the current grassland changing hands, Jin Hu'er felt more and more that Liu Xiwen's weak scholarly face hid shocking means, and there was even a fear that spread in his heart at some point, like a violent wind, sweeping away his proud conceit in the past, leaving no trace behind.

For Liu Xi, he seemed powerless to resist.

"It's really hateful!"

Jinhuer's huge fist smashed against the armrest of the sweat seat, and his eyes were full of ferocity, and now his heart once again welled up like a volcanic eruption of unwillingness, which once made him willing to moth to the fire, and the fierce Muzat and almonds as enemies, but now this unwillingness made him firm again, and removed the scruples that had made him worry all day.

A person who can change the grassland with a raise of his hand, and re-disrupting the situation in the grassland is just a matter of will.

As the king of the grassland, Jinhuer naturally can't keep such a person alive.

Naturally, Jinhu'er has already planned for this important matter, but fortunately, Liu Xi has not appeared in the past few days, so that he has more preparation for a good life, and everything is already in place now

Just as he was thinking, the sound of broken footsteps outside the dome came, and after a while, the parchment curtain was rolled up, and the tall and thin figure of Shunbuling walked in.

Compared with the previous days, Shun Buling's cheeks were even more withered, as if he had suffered a great deal in these days, even his thick brows had gradually thinned, and he was still frowning together at this moment, as if he had to be careful about something very important hidden in his heart.

Walking on thin ice, it's like walking between cliffs all day long.

Seeing Shunbuling, Jin Hu'er hurriedly stepped forward, and the words were just about to be spoken, but he looked around a little nervously, and only came back to his senses a little before he realized that he was in the sweat tent, and no outsiders had leaked the secret, but he still lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, is it okay?" ”

Nodding, Shun Buling's voice was a little hoarse, "It has been explained, as long as Liu Xi and the others come, the Comer master and apprentice will make a move, so that they should be able to kill them." ”

The Wadesi of the Huns also have lifelong enlightened people who serve the gods, they do not ask about the world, they are entrenched on the Tianshan Mountains all the year round, they feed on the wind and drink the dew, and they only seek to cultivate the fruit of the Tao.

Comer is one of the few Wadsey members of the Bart family.

Wadsey's divine power comes from the gods, and the people on the grassland also believe in the gods, and the Wadsey who went into the mountains to practice all made a vow not to go out of the mountain again, so Shunbuling can persuade Komer to go down the mountain, and this kind of hardship is also unimaginable to ordinary people.

But even so, Shun Buling still felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, even though he knew that Liu Xi had lost that terrible cultivation.

A hint of worry flashed in his deeply reddened and swollen eyes, and Shun Buling took a deep breath again, even for a few days, only this could make him feel better.

And, of course, the Balt clan's status as lord of the steppe.

"How will the other ministries react?"

Hearing this, Jin Hu'er snorted softly, obviously this kind of thing is much easier than dealing with the mysterious Liu Xi, "Except for Tumoang who is resisting to the death, Khalkha, Naxi and Korche have already belonged to the child, as for Pingpan and the others, they are just waiting and watching, and they can't make big waves if they think about it." ”

Shun Buling nodded slightly, his eyes were full of confidence, and his rickety body also stood tall inadvertently, "Naxi, Pingpan and other departments are originally wall grass, and following Muzat and almonds is just for fame and fortune, but Tumoang is a supporter of Muzat, and he must have a grudge against Muzat's death, but the overall situation has been decided, and there is really nothing to worry about." ”

As he spoke, Shun Buling's brows suddenly curled, and his words also changed, and there was more ruthlessness in his words, "If you want to sit firmly in the sweat position, it is always a hidden danger to stay in Sidon to live." ”

The Khan's king Nuhar had four sons, of whom Muzat and Almond had been killed, and only Jinhur and Sidon survived.

Although Sidon is only the result of drunken sex between Nuhar and a Han woman, he is also looked down upon by people on weekdays, and no one will even notice that he has disappeared one day.

But now the situation is very different, the Xiongnu chaos, it is very likely that there will be a generation of yang and yin, the Central Plains has been in war for thousands of years, and sometimes there are princes who take advantage of the momentum of the Son of Heaven for their own selfishness.

Sidon was not guilty, just because he was in the emperor's house.

Shunbuling's words in the meaning of Jinhu'er can't be understood, for this young brother who is always negligent on weekdays, he can't talk about a bit of brotherhood, if this son really affects the situation on the grassland, Jinhu'er is by no means a pretentious person, and will quickly cut through the chaos to get rid of the troubles.

However, such plans should not be rushed, otherwise it is easy to fall into the mouths of others.

In the busyness and restlessness, two more days passed, and finally, when the slightly cool evening breeze blew away the scorching heat, a group of people with masks and cloaks dancing lightly came to the Xiongnu royal court at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

As the new owner of the royal court, Jinhuer knew about it early, and of course, he also started the planning that he had carefully prepared for many days.

Sitting on top of the sweat seat, the swarthy beard covered the entire cheek of Jin'er, and this time, the thick eyelids covered the eyelids.

His chest rose and fell, and beads of sweat formed on his palms.

For some reason, the fear that disgusted him but could not erase it welled up in his heart again, and Jinhu'er, who closed his eyes, even stopped breathing, and his ears were stuck there, as if he was trying his best to hear the footsteps of people.

Hear where Liu Xi has gone.

Finally, the sound of footsteps reached her ears, and Jinhu'er slowly opened her eyes, and wiped her hands on the tiger skin mat on the sweat seat as she waved her hand.

Beside him, the golden mask was also taken off, and it was still Zhang Junxiu's face.

"What does it feel like to sit in the sweat seat?"

Hearing this somewhat joking remark, Jin Hu'er frowned slightly unconsciously, and then hummed, "Ben Khan is adhering to the will of heaven, and naturally he is also following the heavens. ”

"Bang Bang ......"

Liu Xi patted his hands lightly, looked at Jin Hu'er with interest, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with a hint of a smile, "However, what King Khan said is indeed reasonable. ”

But this smile made Jin Hu'er very uncomfortable, especially the sound of King Khan made him even more disgusted, and he also thought that Liu Xi was deliberately laughing at him.

The sweat-soaked hand clenched and let go, but at this moment, Jin Hu'er lost his previous apprehension, but he couldn't suppress the hurry, and he couldn't wait to change someone to come in and take Liu Xi down.

Eyes filled with crampedness looked out of the vault, and it was clear that Jinhur was eagerly waiting for Comer's master and apprentice to strike.

The water that seemed to be out of the embankment poured down, and the inexplicable silence spread in the dome in the blink of an eye, and the cool breeze of the night swayed the wolf totem curtain painted with which the Barts were proud, and also stirred up the flames in the brass lamps.

Finally, the sound of thin footsteps approached from afar, like clear rain sliding on the fluffy green grass, falling and falling, far and near, as if there was nothing.

As if waiting for the most anticipated support, a smile appeared on Jin'er's tense cheeks, and the black beard also stretched out.

"What happy event can make King Khan so happy, could it be that someone is a great man?"

"Humph!"

With a sneer, Jin Huer flicked his sleeves, he really wanted to be the king of the superiors, and he could decide the life and death of the person in front of him in the next moment, but in the end, after snorting coldly, Jin Huer still found that he could never do that kind of talk and laugh to take life and death.

Therefore, Jin Hu'er stared at his copper bell-like eyes, afraid that he felt that the momentum was not enough, so he stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Xi.

In this way, he finally found the overlord posture as the king of the steppe, and immediately a hearty pleasure surged in his heart, "Hmph, don't think that Ben Khan doesn't know your tricks, but since Ben Khan has mastered the situation, I can't let you and Xiao Xiao trouble my people again." ”

As he spoke, Jinhu'er jerked out the dagger in the meeting, and the lights flickered with a dazzling light, and a chill swept through the dome.

At this moment, the sound of the wind outside the dome protruded, and the curtain rattled, followed by more and more biting coldness, if it were not for the continuous sound of insects, it seemed to have reached the windy season of late autumn.

In between, Liu Xi was still standing quietly, but he didn't look at Jin Hu'er, just stared at the jumping lights quietly.

It struggled among the wind shadows, but in the end it was extinguished, turning into a thin wisp of invisible smoke.

"Alas......"

A soft sigh sounded, Liu Xi's eyebrows were full of regret, as if he couldn't bear to see the things in front of him, but he was helpless.

Naturally, all this aroused Jinhuer's great dissatisfaction, and Comer cast a spell outside the dome, so to speak, those other guards who were in the way were afraid of being captured, and Liu Xi, who had lost his cultivation, was just a caged bird for him, so what was there to fear.

Gathering the scimitar, Jinhuer instantly felt that he was about to do something earth-shattering, which was no less important to him than dominating the grassland.

However, before he could take a step, the whole person lost consciousness, and the scimitar in his hand that had been grabbed out of the residual temperature also smashed to the ground with a thud.

Jinhuer's mind was blank

A trace of heat came from his ears, and the regretful voice sounded again, a little distant, but it really sounded in Jinhu'er's head.

"Actually, I never wanted you to be the king of the grassland......"

Jinhu'er was a little unwilling, but the voice kept ringing in his head until it became more and more distant, and he couldn't hear anything.

In the dome, Jin Hu'er was holding a knife-like stalemate, and not far away, Liu Xi stood quietly with his hands in his hands.

"Poof!"

The burly figure fell to the ground suddenly, Liu Xi sighed lightly, then shook his head, and said softly outside the dome, "Today, can't you even fight this Wadsey?" ”

When the words fell, Ma Xiu, who was shaking the folding fan, jumped into the dome, and glared at Liu Xi with some dissatisfaction, "He has been suppressed by you, and it's boring for me to clean it up." ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Liu Xi ignored Ma Xiu, he was once sealed by Wadsey to cultivate, so when he met this Hun master with strange moves, Liu Xi would definitely not give the other party any chance.

Not long after, Huyan Qingshi and others pressed Shunbuling in, and the leader of the Balt tribe, who was originally with a high head, saw Jinhu'er lying on the ground, his face immediately changed, his emaciated body trembled, and he stared at Liu Xi who made him lose twice for a long time, and his red and swollen eyes were full of naked hatred, if it wasn't for Huyan Qingshi and others to bind him, I am afraid that he would have pounced on Liu Xi like a beast.

After several struggles, Shun Buling was half-lying on the ground, roaring out of the anger in his chest, and said in a cold Central Plains dialect, "Even if you kill Jinhu'er and me, you can't imagine that you can get the entire grassland!" ”

Another modest and warm smile appeared on Liu Xi's face, took a few steps forward, and leaned down, "You people who eat mutton on the grassland have no taste in their mouths, I naturally don't like it, but someone will come to be your king, doesn't Nuhar still have blood, right?" ”

"Impossible, how could that hairy boy of Sidon let everyone obey him!"

Liu Xi blinked meaningfully, "Many times, even humble bloodlines can create miracles......"

After saying this, Liu Xi walked out with his hands down, and when he reached the curtain, he stopped and turned around, "If I were you, I would be worried about the fate of the ** clan in the future, after all, you have colluded with me and other tribes to form a blood feud." ”

"You, you ......"

Hearing this, Shun Buling was so angry that he couldn't speak, his face turned pale, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then fainted.

stepped forward to probe Shunbuling's breathing, and Young Brother Hou swiped his hand across his neck and signaled, "Childe, but do you want to?" ”

Putting on the mask, Liu Xi shook his head, "Leaving his life will make him more uncomfortable than killing him, and with him, he can also lead the ** clan to hide in Tibet, hold on for a little longer, and let other tribes vent their lives, otherwise it will not be a good thing to hold back those hatreds for a long time." ”

Seeing Liu Xi walking out, Ma Xiu closed the Qiankun fan, looked at Shunbuling lying on the ground with some unbearable eyes, and put on the mask and went out.

The night was blurry, the lights of the Khan Court were hissing, and dozens of figures quietly left.