Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

Fengzhou, Yunnei and Tumaochuan area, is the Xianbei herdsmen sang loudly in the year of the Eilechuan, here in the south of the Yellow River several zigzags bend the northernmost section of the river, the north is towering Yin Mountain blocked the wind and sand blowing from the Shuo desert, the land is fertile, the water and grass are abundant, just as the Eile song sings, the sky is vast and wild, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

For two thousand years, whether the grassland heroes should rise from time to time, or the men of the Han family went out to the north, this is the place where the soldiers must fight, both witnessed the sound of the Xiongnu Shan Yu and the Turkic Khan, and the bow and eagle of Genghis Khan, and also left the legend of Wei Qing and Huo Quai, who broke the Xiongnu wolf Juxu, Xu Da and Lan Yubei chased Mengyuan into the Shuo desert, and the 150,000 Ming army drank horses and fished in the sea.

The vicissitudes of the sea have changed several times, the huge Mongolian Empire in the past collapsed at the place where the Ming army sword pointed out, and now the Eilechuan has been the pasture of the Mongolian Tumut Department, since Altan Khan descended to the Ming Dynasty to be named the king of Shunyi, and paid tribute every year to the Hajj, this steppe is submerged, and the sound of drums has not been heard for ten years.

In late summer and early autumn, the water and grass are fertile, the yellow sheep and hares run in the waist-deep grass, and the large white sheep move like white clouds on the grassland.

The shepherd flicked the whip freely, looking at the caravan coming from the border market in the distance, and his black and red face was full of smiles: the iron pot at home is broken, this has to be replaced, and the woman should wear a new dress after working hard for more than half a year...... After the ten years of peace after I answered the tribute, the people of the Central Plains did not sigh "poor and uncertain riverside bones, still like people in a spring boudoir dream", and the grassland herdsmen did not have to sing a sad song "Die my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals will not rest; I have lost my mountain, and my women have no color."

Many herdsmen flocked to the caravan, exchanging the specialties of the grassland for good things from the Central Plains and Han land, cloth, tea, and iron pots were all very marketable goods.

Since 20 years ago, Zhao Quan and Zhao Hengbei built a city (Hohhot) for Altan Khan, and as many as 100,000 Han people moved to Saiwai, and caravans appeared more and more frequently on the grassland, and in the eyes of herdsmen, these caravans were hated and loved.

Love is that they can always bring much-needed goods, and hate that the bosses can always try their best to take out every copper in your pocket.

However, today's caravan was particularly talkative, and the variety of goods was more varied, and the prices were cheaper than usual, and the herdsmen were happy to laugh and laugh, so the caravan men and interpreters repeatedly asked them for something, and they would never be impatient.

A few big girls to be married fell in love with the handsome offspring who was the leader of the caravan, and deliberately turned around in front of him, yo, why is the young man of the Han people so white and so good-looking?

There was even a girl who played the horse-head fiddle, enthusiastic and unrestrained, singing loudly: "Guests from afar, where are you going?" The eagle spreads its wings in the blue sky, and finally returns to rest, it is better to stay in my yurt~ There is sweet mare's milk wine, and crispy cheese ......"

The shopkeepers, men, and bodyguards of the caravan wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, even the old man with a bitter face and drooping eyebrows also endured extremely hard, and his brows jumped a few times.

The handsome posterior did not give Hei Li Qiao any response, her face was as cold as frost, she snorted lightly in her nose, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "Prairie girl, why are you so shameless?" ”

He, or should I say her, is the White Lotus Sect's Divine Skill Shengde Bright Supreme Sage Sect Master, and all his subordinates came to the Saiwai Grassland in disguise as a caravan, and of course the silver mask could not be worn, so he disguised himself as a man and became a young owner.

Ai Kuzen, who pretended to be an old leader, couldn't help but smile and walked over.

The White Lotus Sect Leader bowed slightly: "The right envoy Ai has done a good job, the idea of pretending to be a caravan is very good." ”

The various tribes on the grassland often fight each other, rob and kill each other, but the caravan is the safest, because any tribe understands that iron, salt, medicine, and tea are all necessary materials to gain a foothold on the grassland, if you offend the caravan and scare the merchants into not coming, the tribe will decline, if you treat the merchants well, the caravans will come one after another, and the tribe will prosper.

Therefore, the attitude of the Mongol tribes towards the caravan was so good that there was even an unwritten rule that if the caravan was robbed in the territory of a tribe, the ministry must compensate for the loss of the caravan!

The White Lotus Northern Sect was destroyed under the blow of Qin Lin, and a small number of fish that escaped from the net fled back to the head sect, and the Northern Sect had close ties with the Mongolian tribes from the beginning of Zhao Quan, and there were a few of them who often came and went outside the Saiwai, this time they were going to Bansheng City, and Ai Kuchan took them as guides, pretending to be a caravan to come to the outside of the Saiwai, and sure enough, the road was smooth.

"The young owner has won the prize!" Ai Kuchan replied loudly, and then lowered his voice: "Qiqi Holy Sect Master, I asked the herdsmen just now to understand that thirty miles to the north is Bansheng City, and Huang Taiji and the three ladies are camped outside the city. In addition, the spies reported that Qin Demon's team was fifteen miles east of us, and they were advancing hand in hand with us. ”

The White Lotus Sect Master nodded, and a few cold stars flickered in his beautiful eyes: "Welling Old Thief, last time I was protected by the imperial army in the Jingshi, and this sect leader is only one step away...... Hmph, the vast grassland outside the sea is the place where he buries his bones! ”

Ai Kuzen praised: "The Holy Sect Master is wise! The old thief pretends to be a ghost, let's call him come and go. ”

Although Qin Lin ordered Lu Yuanzhi, A, B, C Ding and other insiders not to leak the background of the Welling Law King, it was difficult for the clever Asha to divide the words by two to find out the details of this guy.

It turns out that the so-called King Welling, the dignified Tsogyada Varpindi, known as the second master of the snowy plateau after King Weide, does not know martial arts at all!

Ai Kuzen thought for a while, and then said: "Holy Sect Master, there is something unknown to his subordinates, since King Willing is a charlatan, why should we chase and kill thousands of miles?" ”

"The real is the virtual, the virtual is the real, are we still less on the Qin Devil? If the old thief of Welling didn't have the true ability to do three points, how could the imperial court and the Jinding Temple be so important? The White Lotus Sect Leader said with a stern face, hesitated slightly, and hesitated: "And in the past three or four years, the astrology has become very obscure, the pseudo-vitality luck has grown and waned, and the recent changes have become more and more drastic, so this sect leader is suspicious ......."

"Providence has never been the most unpredictable, and the sect leader doesn't have to be too tired, until the day when the lifeless old mother descends Maitreya, the light will defeat the darkness and shine on the earth forever!" Ai Kuzen said, his hand pressed to his chest, and his expression was extremely pious.

The White Lotus Sect Leader smiled: "This sect leader is not just to kill the old thief of Welling, when Zhao Hengbei defected outside the Saiwai, it was not without a little benefit, he preached in Bansheng City, and finally laid a little foundation for us, just imagine if we can defeat the old thief of Weiling with dignity and kill the Dharma King who is believed in by the Mongolian nobles on the spot, the Holy Sect may be able to blossom and preach outside the Saiwai!" ”

"Sect Leader Shengming!" Ai Kuchan was overjoyed, and Mu Ne's face also showed a trace of cunning: "I heard that the three ladies believe in Buddhism, and they worship Maitreya Buddha all ......."

The White Lotus Sect leader smiled like a flower, and the White Lotus Sect also worshiped Maitreya Buddha.

"The third lady takes care of the overall situation, maintains the tribute, and makes the Great Wall not burn the beacon fire, and the sect must try to fight for her, as for Huang Taiji, she wants to raise troops and cause chaos in the Central Plains, if there is a chance, she will be slaughtered!"

After speaking, the White Lotus Sect Master frowned again: "As for the Qin Demon Head, the line of Asha's undercover agent cannot be broken, let's not move him for the time being-tell all the hall masters and helmsmen that this trip will punish the old thief of Weiling, and then assassinate Huang Taiji, let the Qin Demon Head stay away for a few days, and in the future, the sect leader will personally clean him up!" ”

"Do the Holy Commandment!" Ai Kuchan was about to leave, turned around and asked, "Let's go north, Gao Zuo envoy the white jade lotus there?" ”

The White Lotus Sect Master's heroic eyebrows raised: "Urge him again, send him to Bansheng City as soon as possible, the big battle is imminent, and this sect leader will use it immediately!" ”——

"Oops, not good!" In the midst of the white glazed roof and crimson gold embroidered Sanskrit Dharma Tent, the body of Venerable Welling was shaky.

"Master, Master, are you not feeling well?" Kong Qingzi and Yun Huazi hurriedly grabbed it to help him.

Venerable Welling rubbed his chest and said in a mysterious voice: "I just have a whim for the teacher, I am afraid that there will be a great evil thing......

"Cut, pretending to be a ghost, who are you fooling?" Asha touched the oily and slippery fur of the big yellow dog and stuck out his tongue at the king.

The reason for dragging the oil bottle and begging for nothing to follow Qin Lin is that rhubarb is used many times - the poor saint has to borrow a dog to follow.

Thinking that the oil bottle was born as a little beggar, sleeping in the open was not a problem, and rhubarb was indeed very useful, so Qin Lin stuffed her into his carriage.

Although Qin Lin's carriage was wide, it was much smaller than the chariot carried by the thirty-two lamas of Venerable King Welling, so Asha took Rhubarb and moved into the old liar's chariot.

King Welling himself has no children, and the two apprentices are extremely stupid, and when they see Asha's cleverness, they like it very much.

Now it was exposed again, the Dharma King was not annoyed, and sneered: "Every time the old man changes greatly, he must have a whim, this is not a joke, cultivate to the realm of Da Luo Jin Xian, and if you have a whim, you will commit a murder and ......robbery in the red dust."

Cut! Asha didn't believe it at all, in the past, the master wanted to kill the Dharma King, so that he wanted to continue the national fortune for the puppet dynasty, but now he knows that he is a Xibei goods, who cares about him?

One old man and one after another, Kong Qingzi and Yunhuazi gag, but the lamas who were raising their steps below couldn't hear a word.

For four or five thousand horses' hooves trampled the earth, and the rumbling of hooves rattled the eardrums, and it was difficult to hear the speech at a little distance.

Under the red flag of "Minister Xuanfu of Qincha", Qin Lin rode on the snow and walked with Xu Wenchang, who was sitting in the chariot.

"Mr. Xu, how do you feel about revisiting your hometown?" Qin Lin asked with a grin.

Xu Wenchang pulled his goat's beard and sighed: "After thousands of years, the lonely lamp is this night stand, the old man really didn't expect that the rest of his life would be unfinished and he could still set foot outside the plug when it rained at night in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Qin Lin smiled, and looked a little farther away, where was a team that belonged to the Qincha brigade and was a little farther away, and the Great Lama Nyima and Huo'er only stayed in the team.

Several horsemen scouts rode their horses back: "Qi Qi Qincha, Bansheng City is thirty miles ahead"

Qin Lin put up a pergola in his hand, looking at the distant horizon in the north, and a vague black shadow appeared.

(To be continued)