On the fourth day, the contradiction between the Xiongnu and Tiele finally came to an end.

The leaders of both sides let go of cruel words, and the city of Dima was clean. Even if the shrimp soldiers and crabs below hate each other, they can only let the fire burn in their stomachs.

The shops that closed their doors a few days ago to avoid strife have opened their doors to accept customers, and Dima seems to have returned to the bustle of the past. It's just that there is a danger behind the excitement, how many people can see it clearly?

Ali changed into a set of clothes that best showed his identity, and early in the morning, together with Tang An, he set out for Jechile's felt bag with a full load of gifts.

Regarding Tang An's request to go together, Ali did not refuse. Although he was very curious about why Tang An was interested in this peerless murderer, but with the experience of the previous time, he didn't dare to ask, and could only let a series of question marks rot in his heart.

Tang An sat in the carriage with an unfathomable expression.

Jechile was the number two of the Xiongnu, the absolute real power. Of course, even if the Great Elder of the Shenwu Sect wanted to choose someone to cooperate with, it could only be the city lord of Dima City, not him.

With Tang An's status, it was impossible to easily meet the city lord, so Jechile became a bridge between him and the city lord.

Jechle wasn't a fool and wouldn't introduce Don for no reason - he needed a reason to impress him. This reason made Tang An think hard for a long time, and after thinking about it, the blind worship of the unknown in the nature of the people of the Western Regions became Tang An's final choice.

Divine stick, this identity should be enough to move Jerchal, right?

It didn't take long for Ali's carriage to enter Jechil's camp. The guards outside the gate obviously knew the purpose of Ali's coming, and they didn't even stop it, allowing the carriage to enter and exit freely.

After getting out of the carriage, Ali said with some trepidation: "Your Excellency, this person is simple and rude, he can smile and put his arm around your shoulders and call you brothers, or he can make your head fall to the ground with his bad mood, so when you go in later, please be sure to pay attention to proportion." ”

Tang An smiled and said, "What to say, I know it in my own heart." Rest assured, I won't let you suffer. ”

Ali swallowed his saliva, and to be honest, he was nervous. On the one hand, he is begging for food and clothing to live in Dima, and on the other hand, he is a killing god of unknown origin, will there be any changes when these two people meet? If there is a conflict, which side should you stand on?

Ali didn't dare to think about it, he could only pray silently, hoping that the true God would bless him, the most tragic man in the world.

"Hahahahaha."

A hearty laugh came, and a burly man with black as iron pushed open the heavy curtain of the felt bag and strode forward. He looked to be less than forty years old, with triangular eyes, a flat nose, thick slightly blackened lips, and a raunchy beard, which made it easy to tell at a glance that he was a typical Hun.

"Guess who's coming? The smartest young merchant on the steppe, my dearest friend, Changshengtian must have heard that I missed you, and that's why he sent you here. ”

Jechile, with his big yellow teeth, laughed and gave Ali a bear hug, and he did not hesitate to praise and smile at the person who came to give gifts.

Ali said with trepidation: "Being remembered by the bravest warriors of the Huns is the most glorious thing in Ali's life." ”

Jerchle laughed and said, "It's rare that you remember that you have an old friend of mine, come, come in and have a few drinks with me." ”

This guy was obviously pretending to be confused, knowing Ali's intentions, but he deliberately put on a polite corporal.

Ali didn't break it either, took his hand and said, "Lord Jechile, Ali has been to the Tang Kingdom for a long time this time, and has collected countless rare treasures. However, I know very well that my current wealth and status are all due to the support of the Lord of the City and you. I brought you two some Datang specialties, be careful, don't dislike it. ”

How could Jerchal, who knew Ali's generosity, believe that he was only "small"? smiled: "Since we are friends, what are you doing so politely?" But... Since it was a gift to the lord of the city, I will first send him the felt bag on his behalf and another day. ”

Ali laughed and said, "It should be, it should be." ”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled heartily together. One of them was rich, the other was sheltered, and they made a good deal with each other.

Smiling and smiling, Jechile suddenly glanced at Tang An on the side.

Tang An, who has black hair and black eyes, can tell his identity at a glance. Jerchile's smile froze, and he said displeasedly: "Ali, I regard you as my good friend, so I allow you to enter and leave my camp freely. But you should know that the proud Huns never liked to make friends with the Han Chinese. ”

During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Wei Qinghuo went to the sick and broke the Xiongnu and expelled the most powerful nomads on the grassland for more than 2,000 miles.

This incident was regarded as the greatest shame by the Huns, and it was also the reason why they had always hated the Han Chinese. Why did King Xia guard against the Xiongnu like a thief? Why did you want to hold up Tieler, who was not originally powerful? Tracing back to the source, the hatred of the Huns for the Han people is the main reason.

Ali shuddered, obviously hearing the anger of the deputy city lord, and hurriedly smiled: "Lord Jechile, please don't doubt Ali's determination to bring friendship. My respect and adoration for you has never diminished, and I am honored to have your friendship. ”

Yechile's face did not improve, and Dao pointed to Tang An's nose and said, "Hmph, then why did you bring this Han man to me?" ”

Tang An patted Ali's shoulder, who was at a loss, although he couldn't understand what the two said, but looking at Yechile's movements and listening to his angry tone, it was not difficult to feel the hostility in it.

"Tell him that I am the noble person you met on your journey, and it is because of my guidance that you have avoided many losses."

Elegant? Ali grinned bitterly and sighed that you were my calamity.

Boldly translating Tang An's words into Xia language, Jechile laughed after hearing it, and said, "Listening to your tone, could it be that he is still a shaman?" I heard that such a person is called a 'wizard' in Datang, and he is not recognized as an alien, this guy must not be able to get along in Datang, so he came to the Western Regions to try his luck. Unfortunately, I don't think he'll be better than the Shaman of the Huns. And... As my friend, you should know my attitude towards the Han Chinese. ”

The Xiongnu originally did not have a strong religious belief, they simply had to kill people for wealth, until after being integrated by the Xia State, the spiritual rule of the Shenwu Sect over many tribes made the Huns realize the horror of faith.

They regained their original shamanism and learned to use the power of religion to influence their people. In the midst of war, a large part of the population found spiritual sustenance through teachings, especially soldiers who put their heads on horseback.

Jechile, apparently, was one of them.

He is a believer in the "Great Xiongnu Ideal Empire" and maintains the pride of a Hun in his bones. There is only one stain on this pride, and the creators of the stain are the Han people.