The worship of ghosts and gods in this era was unimaginable piety in later generations.

"Cut down outsiders!" Hita Muki didn't want to give a command, and continued to climb up.

The leader of the guards is called Chihuo, and he is responsible for the day-to-day safety of Rabazi.

But today's Laba Qiang is shaking Xiqiang, how can anyone dare to break ground on the head of Tai Sui? So, I was entangled in Hita Muji every day, wanting to learn a trick and a half.

Of course, Lord Hidamaki was very generous, and although he was annoyed that he had lost a lot of memory, he still remembered a channeling technique and taught it to Chihuo, and this guy was like a kraft candy, and he followed him more diligently.

In Chihuo's heart, the adult is the first, and as for the leader, Labazi, he must be ranked second.

The instructions of the adults should naturally be conveyed as soon as possible, and the implementation should be supervised.

It was not far from the top of the mountain, and as soon as he delayed like this, it seemed that the adults were about to reach the top, and Chihuo hurriedly trotted a few steps to catch up.

The top of the mountain is overgrown with weeds, and you can still faintly see the shadows of the ancestors who once worshiped the gods here.

One by one, the slaves also reached the top of the mountain one after another, and began to clean up without waiting for orders.

At this time, Chihuo walked up to the adult and whispered.

"What? Han Chinese, and literati? Bring it on! Hita Muki was a little surprised.

Xiqiang itself is in the western part of the Han Dynasty, and it is a barren land, and many places are desertified.

Labaqiang is located in the west of Xiqiang, and further on, it is the end of the Hexi Corridor, entering the vast desert.

The Qiang people have their own language, but they do not have a national script. Those in the tribe who can read Chinese characters must be revered as gods.

It is a pity that the Han people themselves discriminate against the Xiqiang people, and the scribes disdain to come here.

In the past, Laba Qiang was so small that no one could speak Chinese, let alone understand Chinese characters.

Usually few people come, and suddenly I see a Han scribe, which is really surprising.

When the slaves had cleared the top of the hill and the altar was almost ready, the Han scholar was taken to the top of the mountain.

The man looked to be in his thirties, with a somewhat round face, and the most obvious thing was the eyes, which shone with wisdom.

His scribe's shirt was washed white, but he was as confident as if he were wearing a dragon robe, and the Qiang people did not abuse him at all, and it seemed that someone was carrying him on his back.

"Be careful, we adults want to see you!" Chihuo said softly for no reason.

My lord? The scribe was stunned. In the Xiqiang tribe, the leaders are all called swords, when did the title of adult appear?

Of course, he is a wise man himself, and he will not dwell on this issue.

"Wuwei County Gu Zang entered Jia Xu Jia Wenhe after learning to meet the adults," the scribe lifted his clothes, and did not care about the dirt on the ground, and bowed his head: "I wish Laba Qiang a thousand generations and a unified Xiqiang." ”

"Get up and speak," Hearing this man's flamboyant tongue, Ridamu frowned, and asked lightly: "Why did you trespass on my clan's sacred mountain?" ”

Jia Xu was shocked, it turned out to be Chinese, and it was a more authentic official dialect.

He was stunned and forgot to stand up, and looked at it stupidly, how to look at it and think that this person was a Qiang person.

It is not uncommon for people in Xiqiang to occasionally speak Chinese, and it is the first time that they can speak such a slippery but authentic official dialect.

It's normal if it's in the land of Liangzhou, but here he has walked dozens of miles, and he hasn't even seen a single Qiang person, let alone a Han person, who will come to this place where birds don't.

"Your Excellency asks you!" Chihuo saw that the adults were displeased, and quickly pulled Jia Xu up.

Probably having never experienced a war with the Han people, Chihuo has a lot of respect for the Han people, especially the Han scholars, and gently helps to pat the dust on his knees.

"Tell your lord," Jia Xu heard the question at first, and quickly replied when he came back to his senses: "Xu saw the sign in front of the door of the house under the mountain, and knew that there was a sick person in that house. ”

"So, I had to take a detour from the back of the house, but I didn't know that the mountain road was rugged, and I unknowingly broke into the mountain."

"Capital sins can be forgiven, but living sins are unforgivable." Zhidamu was noncommittal: "Pull it down, beat the blood according to the rules and let it go." ”

Bleeding? My mother, Jia Xu's body tightened, and when he saw two soldiers coming over and holding his arms, he shouted repeatedly: "Don't fight, I'm the grandson of Lord Duan Ying!" ”

Duan Ying, this name is so familiar! A memory popped into Hidamu's mind.

"Big brother, who is that majestic general?" These are his own words, a group of soldiers running around a general, galloping across the steppe.

When the general army travels, there are flags with them, and whatever the surname is, they write whatever they want. If you go to other countries, there will always be a big Chinese character on the flag.

"That's the pride of our big man, Duan Ying Duan Jiming, one of the three Mings in Liangzhou." The eldest brother said enviously.

He frowned tightly, and the eldest brother's appearance was very floating, as if it was his late father-in-law, Lu Foji.

I remember when I was a child, my father's majestic voice: "Learn martial arts well, my man will definitely be able to martial arts." ”

He is often naughty, and every time he is beaten, his eldest brother will always be by his side to receive a few whips.

But who is my eldest brother, and who am I? Thinking about it, Hidamu felt a splitting headache.

The soldiers pulling Jia Xu were at a loss, Duan Ying's prestige, even if it was in the extreme west, the Labaqiang people had heard of it.

If such a god-like character beats his grandson, will it arouse the hatred of the Han army, and bring people to destroy the tribe, or even exterminate the Xiqiang tribe.

"My lord, he said that he is Duan Ying's grandson." Seeing the adult's trance-like eyes, Chihuo knew that he was wandering out of the world again, so he had to remind him on the side.

"What a fool," Zhidamu came to his senses, and he couldn't help sneering: "How old is Duan Ying this year?" His grandson Dingtian is only a teenager. ”

"This ???" Jia Xu was dumbfounded.

Originally, he didn't want to tell this lie, because Duan Ying had committed suicide this year, and he had helped the eunuchs kill many scholars, I don't know if he was uncomfortable or afraid of revenge.

But I never dreamed that in such a frontier place, there was actually a Xiqiang person who still knew something about Duan Ying.

"My lord, he has a letter here!" Inadvertently, the letter written on silk paper slipped from Jia Xu's cuffs.

As a scholar in the frontier, Jia Wenhe is still very thoughtful, and he is ready to devote his pen to Rong and establish meritorious deeds like Ban Gu.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled to Xiqiang, just because he didn't know anything about it when he had the opportunity to bring people to recover this side in the future.

"Brother Wenhe, Brother Yun Suwen is a great talent, and he is on the side. The younger brother is really ready to be drunk and wait for the brother to drink. ”

The letter was very short, and when he saw the word Zhending, Zhidamu's eyes could no longer be taken off, and he always felt that he thought of something important, but he didn't understand why.

"Who is this cloud?" He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked softly.

"It is said that Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong are the true people of Changshan Country, and they were praised by Zhao Wen of Shu County as 'my Zhao family Qilin' in the past, and they are the leaders of a new generation of scholars." Jia Xu was overjoyed and busy introducing.

Zhao Yun? Zhao Zilong? Ridamu trembled and untied the longevity lock from his neck, and the word Zhao of dragon flying and phoenix dancing was written on it.

Is he my son? No, if you are in exile in Labaqiang, how can your son be able to get ahead?

"Take the longevity lock of a certain to Zhending," Zhidamu's voice trembled: "Give it to that Zhao Yun." ”

As he spoke, he turned his back, and the tears could no longer be contained.

After silently descending the mountain, Jia Xu couldn't help but ask the soldier who led the way: "What is the name of your family?" ”

"Hmph, listen well, my family is the first warrior of Xiqiang, Zhidamu!"

The warrior reflexively went up the mountain, and Jia Xu looked at the longevity lock engraved with the word Zhao in his hand.

Hindamu? Really sure Zhao Zilong?