Wen Dona didn't know what Lu Ziming was thinking, seeing him riding a horse like himself, a bit like a Handan toddler, his elegant and elegant riding skills turned into a monkey squatting on the back of a horse, which made people cry and laugh.

He didn't see Windona's sneer, but he just felt the speed of the horse, and tried to coordinate with the horse, even if it did, he was dizzy, not a strong will, he wanted to get off the horse and follow behind, it was more comfortable than on the horse.

In the vast prairie, the scorching sun shines on the earth, and the cold wind carries the fragrance of grass and earth, this season should be the season of birds and flowers. Everything is desperately growing, all are storing enough nourishment for the next winter, and everything is desperately multiplying to keep their race alive after death.

Behind the gentle grassy slope, a deafening sound of hooves gradually sounded, and the whole earth trembled slightly.

The first to emerge from behind the grassy slope was a group of running animals the same size as ordinary war horses, with horns on their heads, they rode with strong four hooves, running as much as they could, and behind them were thousands of animals dressed in white clouds, like calves, they rushed up the grassy slopes, swept across the grassland, and rolled south with a thunderous momentum.

At the end of them, a thin boy, with loose hair and animal skins, had a rag tied around his waist to cover his nakedness, and he was not wearing any clothes from the waist down. The boy rode on a strong war horse, happily following thousands of galloping animals on the grassy slope, screaming "Yo He, Yo He", driving away several scattered animals, like a triumphant general.

The boy appeared on the top of the grassy slope, saw Windona speeding over, and shouted excitedly: "Forehead ......."

Windona stopped, the two warhorses intersected, she reached out and stroked the young man's head: "Dolma, don't stay away from the camp, it's dangerous outside".

Young Dolma tilted his head, obviously unwilling to continue to let Windona stroke his head, this is an act of adult love for children, he is no longer a child, he wants to soar under the blue sky like a goshawk.

"Who is that man, a Han Chinese, and where is he from?"

Zhuoma also said something that Lu Ziming didn't understand, but his eyes were full of envy, and Zhuoma's body seemed to be glued to the horse's back, which made him very envious.

"His name is Lu, he is a lost Han man, and he happened to meet him on the road", Wen Dona didn't say much, and didn't even introduce it to Lu Ziming, maybe she thought it was completely unnecessary.

"Road! You look so strange on a horse, why don't you let me teach you", this time Zhuoma spoke Chinese, saw Lu Ziming riding awkwardly on horseback, and smiled proudly at Lu Ziming, maybe he finally found an opportunity to show his talent, maybe it was a kind of show-off, and he couldn't wait to pull Lu Ziming to learn to ride a horse immediately.

Lu Ziming just wanted to answer, but Wen Dona answered: "Zhuoma, I'll talk about this matter later, now I'm going to take him to see Taiji?"

The despicable and rude Dartai preached everywhere in the camp that only he was qualified to enter the Holy Land of Saiying Mountain, that only he could take out the holy sword, and that the glory belonged only to the Tying Jin family. ”

Wen Dona's face darkened, she looked back at Lu Ziming, who looked confused, and turned around and said: "Taiji said that whoever kills the wolf king is qualified to enter the holy land of Saiying Mountain, and the voles on the grassland are not worthy of having the holy sword."

The young Dolma wanted to say something, but Wen Dona pulled Lu Ziming's war horse and ran towards the camp down the hillside.

Under the hillside, there are white felt tents, like white clouds floating in the green sky, there are many busy shepherds in front of the camp, piling up huge fires, several naked strong men will be tied to the limbs of the animal pressed to the ground, sharp daggers into the animal's chest, the animal on the ground twitching, there are many slaughtered animal carcasses next to it, as if preparing for a grand banquet.

Lu Ziming didn't know what they were doing, but it was definitely not to greet him, he just glanced at it, and found that there were countless curious, doubtful, and hateful eyes gathered on him.

"What are they doing here?"

"In preparation for the celebration of the Summer Lake Festival, which starts tonight", Wen Dona didn't seem to be willing to say anything, if she didn't speak Chinese, Lu Ziming didn't know what they were communicating, and the language barrier prevented him from getting useful information.

Wen Donna walked into the largest felt tent and threw Lu Ziming, who was dazed, out of the tent, and the people around him were constantly circling and pointing, but no one said a word to him.

He was eager to find someone to inquire about something, and judging from the fact that they could understand Chinese, he roughly deduced that he should be somewhere north of the Great Wall, and as for the Saiying Mountain they were talking about, he didn't dare to ask where it was.

I don't know how long he waited outside the tent, he stood at first, but then saw that no one paid attention to him, so he simply sat on the grass and observed his surroundings.

Here, there is no one to watch, and he will not choose to run away stupidly. He didn't feel any threat now, and Sanar let himself prove that it was Celtan who killed the wolf king, and the appearance of a thousand instructions seemed important. Be careful, but never reckless, if you really run away, things will be worse, it's better to stay and see the situation first, there is still a war horse you urgently need here.

Just when Lu Ziming was drowsy, a person walked out of the tent, looked around, pointed at him, and found that he was at a loss, so he said in Chinese: "Come in with me, Taiji has something to ask you."

"Taiji, what Taiji?"

The man said impatiently, "It's the leader, understand?"

Lu Ziming Mueller nodded, when did the Mongols call the leader Taiji, anyway, I don't understand, whether it's called Taiji, it's called Khan, it's not all the same meaning.

The big tent was crowded with people, and Lu Ziming walked into the big tent and found that everyone's eyes were focused on him, like looking at a monkey, which was a little uncomfortable.

In the middle, an old man sat on a tiger skin chair, his eyes flashed with a stern gaze, looking up and down Lu Ziming who walked in from outside the tent, and said with a majestic momentum: "You are the Han man who saw Celtan kill the wolf king, tell me about the situation at that time!"

The crowd dispersed from Lu Ziming's side, leaving a path for him, and he could just see the old man sitting in the middle. Looking at this posture, there is no need to guess, and I know that this old man should be the Taiji in the man's mouth.

He was just about to speak, when a rough voice interrupted: "Don't believe the words of the Han people, these Han people are treacherous and cunning people, Su Liqing and they must be colluding with this Han people to deceive the qualification to enter the Holy Mountain."