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A towering snow-capped mountain stands majestically in the place of twenty miles west of Datong, which is the junction of Dongshengzhou, Fengzhou, and Fengshengzhou.

Dongshengzhou is located at the junction of the Western Xia Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom, and when the power of the Jin Kingdom had not yet been extended here, it originally belonged to the Great Song Dynasty. Cai Jing led his troops out of the west, and had a very fierce confrontation with the king of Western Xia here, of course, the end ended with Cai Jing's defeat and withdrawal, but the footsteps of the king of Western Xia to the east also stopped.

The current Western Xia King Chongzong Li Qianshun's mind is not something that a small Dongsheng Prefecture can stop. Originally, he had already formulated a plan to join Jin and enter the Song Dynasty, and after taking over Dongshengzhou halfway, he became the master of Datong, and at that time the relationship between him and Jin was no longer a master-slave relationship.

But overnight, there was an insurmountable snowy mountain here, and all his wishful thinking came to naught.

Unlike Fengzhou and Dongshengju, they are considered outside the Great Wall, while Fengshengzhou is inside the Great Wall. Even when the Northern Song Dynasty was at its peak, it did not completely belong to anyone, so the "saint" enshrined in the holy state has always changed, to put it bluntly, whoever is strong will be served. The sudden appearance of this snow-capped mountain made Du Zhixian, the governor of Fengsheng Prefecture, unable to sleep peacefully for dozens of days and nights in a row, and years of experience in the troubled times told him that a new "saint" may appear again.

Toyosu is a special case.

The dream of the Jin Kingdom to enter the Central Plains has been a long time, but after all, it is still a slave-based country, the composition of this country is still dominated by tribes, and the differentiation and balance between the tribes has always been a headache for the various gold owners, otherwise they would not occupy the Central Plains, but handed over to the Han people to govern, not that they have any high wind and bright festivals, but they really don't understand.

The White Tatars were the most marginalized of all the tribes of the Jin Kingdom, and from the perspective of tracing their roots, there is no dispute that they belong to the Jin Kingdom, but their geographical location determines the seamless connection with the Central Plains culture.

Therefore, during the reign of the largest Wanyan Ministry of the Jin State, the existence of the White Tatar Department was a special case, and he was a bit of a point that no one relied on, and when the Jin State was strong, it was far away from the center of power, and there was no shadow of the White Tatar Department in the tribal balance. Of course, when the decree of the Jin State arrived here, it basically had no effect. The White Tatar Ministry has its own set of governance methods, but both the official system and the people's livelihood are the same as those of the Han people in the Central Plains. Therefore, in this White Tatar tribe, there is no fundamental difference between the Han and the Jin.

Because of this, countless Han Chinese came to settle here one after another, because they could escape the double oppression of the Jin and Song people, and the loose settlement policy of the White Tatar tribe also provided them with great convenience.

Sanguer, who was already in his fifties, had recently sent away an extremely important friend, Yelu Dashi, a former important minister of the Liao State.

"Immortal Chief, will Yelu Dashi really make a difference in the future?" Sangul pulled out the charcoal fire in front of him, and the smoke and dust swirled up with the iron fork in his hand, and the warmth was thicker again.

In front of him, a Taoist in Tsing Yi stood and slowly turned around, "Does the patriarch regret it?" ”

"The fairy chief laughed, but at this time I thought of him again." Sanguer laughed dryly twice and said, he didn't have a good impression of the Taoist priest in front of him, who pretended to be deep.

When the Taoist priest turned around completely, his face was revealed under the fire, but it was Fahuazi who had just blocked Wan Linggen in Lin'an Mansion.

"Patriarch, you must no longer have doubts at this time, the celestial phenomena are about to appear, and the critical moment that will determine the life and death of your clan is at this time, are your army ready?" Fahuazi frowned slightly, he also hated this old stubbornness.

"It's been ready for a long time." Sangul glanced at him and said, "They had already set off an hour ago. ”

"Good!" Fahuazi said, "I act on behalf of the heavens, if this time is successful, your White Tatar Department will be blessed by the heavens, not to mention the luck for a long time, the outstanding disciples in your clan can also worship me as a teacher and seek the Great Dao, which is what countless people dream of!" ”

"Immortal Chief, the old man is a little tired, please rest Immortal Elder earlier!" Sangul didn't want to listen to him anymore, he had heard this kind of thing at least ten times, and he was tired of it.

The so-called words are not speculative, and Fahuazi is not willing to talk more with a "log", he still has extremely important things to do today.

Seeing Fahuazi push the door and leave, Sanguer coughed lightly, "Come out!" ”

The curtain behind him moved, and the meditation leader turned out from behind.

"Immortal Chief, can I believe what you said?" Sanguer's slender eyes suddenly widened, and he asked directly at Jing Xin.

"You can trust me!" Another low and clear voice sounded, and the figure of Wan Linggen suddenly appeared.

Sanguer was stunned for a moment, "Where are you from?" ”

Wan Linggen pointed to the top of his head, "Coming against the sky!" ”

"Against the sky?" Sangul stood up, his face slender, but his waist was already bent.

Although Wan Linggen and Zhao Tianci pretended to be the young patriarch of the White Tatar Department when they were in the same body, he had never seen this big leader of the White Tatar Tribe, and his heart trembled when he saw it today, this was actually an old man with a short life.

Sangul came up to him, eagle-like eyes staring at him, "Can I trust you?" ”

"Yes!" Wan Linggen said heavily.

"My two sons and three daughters all died in the age of the weak crown...... "Sangul's voice trembled a little, "how do you make me believe in you?" ”

Wan Linggen did not hesitate to put his knees on the ground, "From now on, I am your third son, your sixth child!" ”

Sanguer was stunned suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and after a long time, he said hoarsely, "You...... Don't regret it? ”

"No regrets!" Wan Linggen kowtowed heavily.

"Good! Okay......" Sangul reached out and pulled him up, "it's as it should be, it's just ...... You're late! He took out a white jade talisman from his bosom and handed it to Wan Linggen, "Can you become the young patriarch of my White Tartar tribe, let them speak, I ...... Old! With that, he staggered back down.

Wan Linggen tightly held the jade talisman in his hand and dodged deeply, "I will not fail in my mission!" ”

"Go ahead!" Sangul waved his hand weakly, "I'm tired! ”

Wan Linggen and Jing Xin glanced at each other, understood each other, and withdrew.

Sangul leaned limply back in his chair, his eyes already losing their brilliance.

"Sir!" An old woman with a gray mane came out from behind and hugged Sangul, "Master, what's wrong with you?" (To be continued.) )