At night, a bonfire was lit in the horse market outside Fushun Pass. From afar, it looks like stars shining in the dark.

In ancient times, transportation was not developed, and the bazaar was opened at the agreed time, so it was not easy to catch a bazaar. Many people come from dozens of miles away with goods, it takes a day or two or even longer, and it is extremely dangerous to walk at night, so many people can't go back and forth on the same day after trading, so they can only stay temporarily.

The Ming court strictly controlled border trade, with restrictions on the number of people, goods, taxes, and trading partners. But who cares about the court these days, as long as it can make money.

In a corner of the horse market, a team from Khalkha Mongolia set up a tent on the spot. Brave Mongol guards were drinking and drinking around the bonfire, and there were a few energetic guys wrestling in front of the bonfire, which attracted applause. Among the Mongolians surrounding the bonfire, Zhou Qingfeng fell asleep on the ground, and Yang Jian was holding a leg of mutton on the side, unable to swallow.

During the day, Yang Jian tried his best in the fight, seeing that the opponent refused to give up and wanted to fight again, Zhou Qingfeng highlighted his strange tricks and had a good relationship with those one-line Mongolian barbarians, which surprised countless onlookers at the scene. Yang Jian herself was shocked and scared, and she was a little ashamed afterwards, but she didn't dare to make another mess.

This is what Zhou Qingfeng said because he was young, and what he said made people laugh happily, and there was absolutely no way to make those Mongolians angry so easily. After all, ordinary Mongolians are relatively tenacious, but Mongolian nobles are more shrewd than the other.

Zhou Qingfeng bought all the mare's milk wine from a wine dealer and invited the Mongolians to drink it, but he fell and fell after a few big sips, and after a while, he fell to the ground drunk and unconscious.

The Mongolian leader who led the team, Mang Guldai, only thought that this child was very interesting, and according to the current words called 'selling cute', he sold very well, not only did not drive them away, but allowed them to stay in his campfire circle and have fun together. However, the Mongolians obviously prefer Zhou Qingfeng, who can speak well, and only ignores Yang Jian, who is timid and doesn't know how to be good.

At nightfall, the Mongolian bald head named 'Batu' brought Yang Jian a leg of mutton, sat down and asked in rusty Chinese: "Your technique is not suitable for fighting, who did you learn it from?" ”

Maybe it's because he fought directly, Batu still has some respect for Yang Jian. And Yang Jian is also a little confident about this bald barbarian. The other party took the initiative to chat, and he took a bite on the oily leg of lamb and said, "Naturally, I learned it from my master." ”

"Who is your master?"

"My master's surname is Gu, and he is a native of Yunshi Dao."

As soon as Yang Jian asked, he revealed his name, and after he revealed his master's name, Batu was suddenly stunned. The bald brute turned around and shouted at his companion a few times, and the Mongolian language was incomprehensible. But after a while, Batu asked Yang Jian in a confirmed manner: "Your master's name is Gu Yuanwei?" ”

"Do you know my master?" Being called by Master's name, Yang Jian felt angry and felt that things were not good. But the master who was able to call the shots in the past is currently fainting to death, and the junior brother who is good at machine change is drunk and unconscious, so he can only deal with everything in front of him.

After confirming the name he had heard, Batu stood up and walked to a tent. Not long after, the beautiful Fujin of Mang Gurdai came over and asked Yang Jian in Chinese: "Your master is Gu Yuanwei, the one who is rumored to have been chased and killed by the Ming Court and fled to Liaodong?" ”

This alien woman is tall and has long legs, and her outstanding appearance also forms a powerful aura under ordinary dress. She was followed by several Mongolian guards, who intentionally or unintentionally surrounded Yang Jian's with great pressure. Yang Jian had never encountered this kind of battle, and he responded with a hesitant 'yes'.

The alien woman asked again, "Where is your master?" ”

"What do you want to do in ......, in ......?" Yang Jian realized that she couldn't talk nonsense anymore.

But the alien woman glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, who was drunk and asleep at his feet, pursed her lips and sneered: "You are far less smart than your junior brother, and you will definitely not be so honest if you change him." After the woman had finished speaking, Batu asked, "Did they come out of that room during the day?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng and others are located in the accommodation area demarcated by Mashi, where Fushun Thousand Households are located, which is actually a vacant land overgrown with weeds. A row of dilapidated houses was rented to barbarians from all walks of life who came to trade as warehouses and accommodations. If you can't get used to living in a house, you naturally set up your own tent. Batu pointed to the room where the conflict had sparked during the day, and the woman of the other race immediately led the team towards the house.

"Wait...... what do you want to do?" Yang Jian quickly stopped at the door of the room, and grabbed the peachwood sword in his hand.

"Your master is inside?"

"My master, it's not convenient for him to meet guests now."

"Get out of the way, it's inconvenient for me to have the final say."

An interracial woman with a pride and wildness that goes deep into the bone marrow. These Northland nobles were slave owners, and they were used to saying everything in their own territory. Look at others as either equal members of the same kind or slaves. She obviously didn't think of Yang Jian as someone who could talk to her equally.

The alien woman said something in Mongolian, and the Mongolian warrior beside her drew the blade she carried with a cruel smile and pressed forward step by step. Yang Jian suddenly became cramped and uneasy, but he stayed at the door of the house and didn't retreat, but kept asking loudly, 'What do you want to do?' It is not convenient for my master to meet guests now. ’

Batu walked in the front, obviously wanting to fight Yang Jian again. didn't wait for the two to fight, and a vague childish voice sounded behind him, "Senior brother, let that beautiful sister go in alone." But the others have to stay outside. ”

The alien woman turned her head slightly, only to see Zhou Qingfeng, who had just woken up from a sound sleep, crawled up. The eight-year-old staggered around with his head covered, muttering, "It's a mistake to drink, and this situation is not in my plan at all." ”

Walking to the side of the alien woman, Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and said with a smile: "Sister, what's your name?" Can you give me a saliva? When drunk, your mouth is dry. ”

Because of the earth-shattering horses during the day, these Mongolians have a good impression of Zhou Qingfeng. However, the people who have a good impression obviously do not include this interracial woman, she didn't answer Zhou Qingfeng's words at all, but just sneered disdainfully: "Little slippery, what the hell do you want to do?" I advise you, little ghost, not to mess around with any crooked thoughts. ”

The woman of the different race put Zhou Qingfeng aside, and Yang Jian, who was standing at the door, was pushed away by her. The air in the room was turbid, there were no lights and no light, she raised her hand to blow out a ventilation wind, and a few more glows were lit, and she saw Gu Yuanwei, who had been leaning on the head of the bed and had been fainting. With just one glance, she knew that Gu Yuanwei had become a waste at the moment.

Yang Jian stood guard at the door to block the follow-up Mongols, while Zhou Qingfeng followed the alien woman and said, "This sister, my master is injured, and he really can't meet the guests." If there's anything you want, you might as well discuss it with me. ”

The woman of different races still ignored Zhou Qingfeng, she walked in front of Gu Yuanwei, stretched out her hand and lightly seemed to want to find out how Gu Yuanwei was injured. As a result, Gu Yuanwei's body suddenly tensed, and a fiery red red practice flew out of his chest, and the whole room immediately fell into an ice cave, and the cold was overwhelming. The alien woman immediately cut off the senses, flew back, and fled out of the house in a hurry.

The abnormality in the house disappeared immediately, and Gu Yuanwei was still unconscious, unresponsive. Zhou Qingfeng, who was ignored, could only follow out of the house, touched his cold arm and said secretly: "That's the Red Lotus Karma Fire?" That's amazing. ”

The alien woman walked out of the house and strode away without looking back, and although the Mongolian guards around her did not know why, they also quickly withdrew, no longer embarrassed Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jian. The two brothers stood at the door in a daze, and Yang Jian asked, "What does that woman want to do?" She glanced at the master and left, what did this mean? But luckily, the woman didn't bother us anymore. ”

"Ugh......." Zhou Qingfeng had just woken up from drunkenness and had a terrible headache. He lightly beat his head and sighed: "It's bad to be coerced, used, and embarrassed, but the worse situation is that no one cares about it." We're so depressed that the Mongols probably don't even think it's necessary to embarrass us. ”

The senior brothers looked at each other and sighed for a long time. Both of them were preoccupied, standing stupidly in the darkness that the campfire could not illuminate. After a long time, Yang Jian went back to the house to guard Gu Yuanwei. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't stand the stench inside, so he sat alone outside the door and dozed off against the wall.

Waiting until the wind was cold in the middle of the night, Zhou Qingfeng was awakened by freezing. Just as he was pondering where to take shelter from the wind, he saw a few glows shining in front of him, and the alien woman stood silently in front of him and looked at him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the tall and proud woman hooked her hand at him and said, "Follow me." ”

Zhou Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to follow. Instead of going to the bonfire ring lit by the Mongols, the two stood in the middle of nowhere. The interracial woman stood still and began to whisper, "Do you know who I am?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "This sister, don't talk nonsense, please say what you want me to do." But first of all, I am young and my abilities are limited, so I can't do anything big. If you have any plans that you can't quit after hearing about them, don't tell me. ”

The interracial woman frowned and said, "I don't like you as a slick and disobedient kid, you don't look like you're only eight or nine years old. I say that I am eighty years old, and I believe it. But it doesn't matter, I don't think you're loyal. I'm going to ask you now, would you like to be my minion? ”

Lying in ......the groove, what he said seemed to be very worthy of Zhou Qingfeng, and accepting him as a slave was a great reward, a favor that others wanted but couldn't get. Zhou Qingfeng should immediately kneel down and kowtow with gratitude, crying bitterly to show his joy and crying. But Zhou Qingfeng pouted and said, "I don't want to." ”

There was a hint of contempt in the eyes of the interracial woman, "You don't want to know the benefits you can get by joining me?" ”

"Still don't want to."

"Have you already guessed who I am?"

"No, to be honest, I'm not familiar with the Mongolian Khalkha Ministry."

"I'm not a Mongol, I'm from the Jurchen Yehebu."

"Ah......, I'm not really familiar with Ye Hebu."

"You ......, little slippery head, I value you, this is your blessing."

"Sister, your Chinese language is good, you should know the sentence 'strong melon is not sweet'."

"I'd like to twist your head right now to see if it's any different."

On weekdays, almost no one is disobedient, but tonight, this alien woman was rejected by Zhou Qingfeng again and again, and she couldn't help but be angry. She stretched out her hand and really wanted to twist Zhou Qingfeng's head, but Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly jumped and shouted: "Wait, this sister, what do you want me to do?" Can you make it clear? ”

The alien woman's chest rose and fell, and she held back her anger and said: "Whether it is the Jurchen or Mongolian, there are warriors who dare to fight everywhere, but there are few smart people who can use their brains. I think you should be full of water and want you to help me deal with a big enemy. ”

"Uh......, aren't you afraid of making a self-defeating mess and spreading the news to everyone and arousing the vigilance of the enemy?"

"The whole of Liaodong knows who my enemy is? I swore that whoever could kill my enemy, I would marry him. It's a pity that no one has succeeded for so many years, but my enemies are getting stronger and stronger. I can't take it anymore. ”

"Sounds like your enemy is awesome, who is he?"

"Nurhachi."

Wild boar skin!