This small tribe located at the foot of Cedar Mountain is also deeply affected by the beasts, a pasture with abundant water and grass has been turned into a wasteland full of poison by the beasts, many tribesmen and livestock have suffered from the plague and died, and now they know that the beasts have died, and the tribesmen are grateful and come to thank Zhao Huang and Taiyimen.

However, most of these herdsmen did not know what a cultivator was, and in their eyes, the monks flying around Zhao Xiao and Taiyimen were messengers sent by the gods, similar to those shamans who priested mountains and rivers and Bailing.

Taiyimen's punishment of demons and evil is not for thanks, in fact, they have been fighting with the beasts for so many years, more out of revenge for the death of their fellow disciples. But Han Zhenren did not refuse, and accepted some of the Daigo that could be used for the combination of medicine.

At dusk, the campsite was lit with a bonfire, sheep were slaughtered and roasted, men and women sang and laughed around the ham, and Zhao Xiao tasted the milk wine, and he had also turned into a doppelganger to go to the capital of the Xuanming Kingdom, and went to spy on the true face of the Zuoxian King with the Great Ming Treasure Mirror. Now Zhao Huang does not say that he has thousands of incarnations, but he can also appear in various parts of Kunlun Continent at the same time.

Just as Zhao Xiao was pondering, he saw an old herdsman coming, his face was embarrassed, he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to approach, hesitating.

"What's the matter with the old man?" Now Zhao Huang almost does not show the magic power of the immortal family in front of ordinary people, but only walks in the northern frontier as an ordinary person.

The old herdsman cautiously stepped forward and asked, "I wonder how long the envoy intends to stay?"

"Three or five days, we have something to do elsewhere." Zhao Xiao replied.

The old herdsman's smile stiffened, but he nodded with some difficulty, and Zhao Xiao asked, "If the old man has something to say, you might as well say it directly, although I can't compare to others, I may be able to help you."

"I, our horse, have been snatched by someone else." The old herdsman quickly explained: "I either want to be snatched back by the envoys, or I hope to make decisions for us."

Zhao Huang was not surprised, the various departments in northern Xinjiang have always competed with each other for pasture livestock, and these herdsmen saw the Taiyimen monks who came and went, and naturally Zhao Huang looked up to Zhao Huang a few points, thinking that he was a backer that could be relied on.

"Which tribe stole your horse?" Zhao Xiao asked casually.

The old herdsman pointed to the southeast and said, "It's the Chiqiu tribe, they are outnumbered, and when we were forced to move here, they insisted that we had taken their pasture, and that we had to bring out our horses. We didn't say yes, so they sent someone to rob them at night!"

The old herdsman looked distressed, Zhao Huang just treated it indifferently, he didn't believe it, but this kind of thing happened every day in the vast northern Xinjiang, no matter how ordinary, it really couldn't talk about who was right and who was wrong. The pastures had no clear boundaries, and unlike the imperial court in the south, where land deeds were made for land and houses, many conflicts could not be brought to court.

Since we can't reason and talk about the law, we can only rely on our own abilities, and the result is naturally that the number of people is more powerful.

Zhao Xiao was still thinking about how to refuse, but the old herdsman couldn't help but cry and complained, "Don't hide it from the envoy, one of my sons and daughters has also been captured by the Chiqiu Department as slaves!"

Seeing the other party like this, Zhao Xiao's mind changed, since he was walking as a mortal, he should naturally deal with the world as a mortal, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you to see what happened."

With Han Zhenren, Zhao Xiao followed the old herdsman to the southeast alone, and two days later he saw a high and uplifted red hill, surrounded by a large tent camp, and in the distance you could see the smoke and dust raised by countless horses galloping, the sound shook like rolling thunder, and the momentum was earth-shattering and magnificent.

Zhao Xiao and his party were soon discovered by the rangers of the Chiqiu Division, and they were not allowed to justify, so they were directly caught by the other party and escorted all the way to the big tent.

"King, these guys are sneaking around outside, and we've taken them down!" The ranger rudely threw Zhao and the others to the ground.

Looking up, a woman dressed in red sat on a chair with a golden sword, dangling a horn cup in her hand, looking over with great interest.

"Yo, isn't this an old dragon's head? What gust of wind brought you here?" The female king in red grinned, pulling the scars on her face, looking very hideous.

There are few women in the north of Rongdi, who are in charge,

The Chiqiu tribe doesn't seem to be a small tribe, but this red-clothed female king can subdue the people around her, and it's not easy to think about.

The old herdsman stood up, patted the dirt, and said in a deep voice, "This time I am not here for anything other than to return the horses of our tribe, and by the way, to bring my sons and daughters home!"

"Your tribe's horses?" The red-clothed female king raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and said with a smile, "Are you old and confused? At the beginning, those big demons fought in the north and it was dark, and your tribe had no place to stand, so I gave up a piece of land to you. At that time, he said that he would exchange the horses for them."

"You're talking nonsense!" The old herdsman retorted hoarsely, "That pasture was not yours in the past, and we took refuge there, but you relied on the large number of people, not that we occupied your territory, and we came to grab the horses if we said nothing!"

The old herdsman seemed to be submissive in front of Zhao Huang, but he was full of courage in front of the red-clothed female king, if it weren't for the fact that there were more than a dozen strong men in the tent with scimitars in their hands, it was estimated that the old herdsman would have pounced on him and fought with the female king.

The female king in red lost a smile on her face and asked, "Old dragon head, you came to me just to talk this nonsense? Are you really not afraid of death?"

The old herdsman stood beside Zhao Huang and said confidently, "Don't be arrogant! This is the messenger of God from the White Horse Mountain, and he is my master, do you dare to do it to me?"

Zhao Xiao didn't know when he had the name of the envoy of White Horse Mountain, thinking that this old herdsman was bluffing, but he didn't expect him to have this hand.

"White Horse Mountain?" The red-clothed female king frowned slightly, stared at Zhao Xiao for a while, and then said, "I believe that you are the envoy of White Horse Mountain, but I don't understand, why do you want to speak for this old dragon?"

Zhao Xiao groaned slightly, he secretly deduced, wanting to understand the cause and effect of the matter, and suddenly felt that the heavenly machine was confused and unclear, and hesitated for a while.

"Why don't you speak?" The lady in red urged the king, "Although you are famous in White Horse Mountain and are responsible for mediating conflicts between different tribes, you can't ignore the truth and make your own decisions at will, right?"

"The truth?" Seeing that the deduction was futile, Zhao Xiao did not cling to it, and asked, "Does the king want to say that the act of snatching horses is justified?"

"I told you, that's not a robbery!" The red-clothed female king snorted coldly: "At the beginning, the Chiqiu Department set aside a piece of land for them and used horses to compensate, this is very common, right?"

"That land is not yours in the first place!" The old herdsman stomped his feet and said.

"How can you prove that it's not ours?" The female king in red had a calm posture, and there was still room for meat to taste.

The old herdsman was dumbfounded for a moment, and looked at Zhao Xiao in a daze, and the other party said, "Great King, that's not what happened, unless you can prove that the grassland originally belonged to the Chiqiu Division, you can't let others testify."

"What kind of stinky rules are these? Are you all like this in White Horse Mountain?" The king of the red woman said impatiently, "Most of the people in our tribe can testify, so you can just ask someone."

"It doesn't count!" The old herdsman retorted, "Of course, the people of the Chiqiu tribe will say that the pasture was originally yours! Don't be deceived by them, Envoy!"

Zhao Xiao sighed lightly, he had expected this situation, and said, "In this way, it seems that no one on either side of you can prove who the grassland at the foot of Cedar Mountain belongs to. Let's not talk about the pastures, but about the horses and their children."

"Yes, yes, yes! Return my sons and daughters quickly." The old herdsman said impatiently.

"Old dragon, you're too much!" The king of the woman in red kicked open the low table in front of her, raised her finger and shouted, "Then you came to steal the pot in the middle of the night for your children, and our skills were not good and we caught them, why do you want us to go back?"

"Didn't you steal those pots from the south?" The old herdsman crossed his waist and said, "You just don't like us, and think we are bullies!"

The female king was also polite: "We have the ability to grab the pot, you don't have the ability to eat horse manure!"

Seeing that the two of you said a word, Zhao Huang couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, so he had to separate the two and dissuade him: "Okay, don't quarrel first, if you all think that what I say works, then listen to me."

Zhao Xiao had also heard of White Horse Mountain, but it wasn't

It is a mountain, but an altar, a place for shamans to worship heaven and earth in northern Xinjiang, where Xuan Ju also ordered a hundred Rongdi. There is a permanent presence of shamans on White Horse Mountain, and there is also a custom of mediating conflicts for various tribes, and now he is impersonating.

Seeing that the two sides were silent for the time being, Zhao Huang said: "If according to your respective statements, there will never be a result of the quarrel, if you really plan to meet each other, then what good is there except to fight to the death? Although there are many people in the Chiqiu Tribe, it is estimated that it will be difficult to cope with compared to the three thousand iron horses equipped by the Zuoxian King of the Xuanming Kingdom, right?"

"White Horse Mountain has also learned to threaten?" The Lady King asked.

"I'm just admonishing." Zhao Xiao looked at the two of them: "If you fight, you will benefit both, and if you fight, you will be injured, I think it is better for the Chiqiu Department to hand over the pasture and horses to the other party."

"What?!" The female king cried out, and she was about to draw her sword on the spot.

"I'm not done yet." Zhao Xiao turned to the old herdsman and said, "You have the pasture and the horses, how about you form an alliance with the Chiqiu tribe?"

"Huh? But will the people of the Chiqiu tribe tolerate us?" The old herdsman was obviously unwilling, "Besides, the rest of our tribe may not be willing to form an alliance with the Chiqiu tribe!"

"If you don't want to, let them go north." Zhao Xiao said, "Now that the big demon has been killed, the grassland polluted by turbidity will be more abundant next year, and your tribe can also return to its original place without being confined to the foot of Cedar Mountain."

The old herdsman hesitated, but the king of the red woman said, "They have benefited, but what about us? White Horse Mountain is too eccentric!"

Zhao Huang then said, "Then what if I get you a trade certificate with Youxiong Country?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the female king in red couldn't help but change. Most of the various tribes in northern Xinjiang live on water and grass, and it seems that there are hundreds of livestock at every turn, but after all, there is a shortage of products, and even iron tools are greatly lacking.

When Zhao Huang heard that they were going south to plunder the iron pot, he knew that this Chiqiu tribe was not very rich.

After the battle of the emperor's capital to kill the dragon, the bear country once chased the north, hit the Xuanming country hard, and burned the northern reed capital to the white ground, but then still retreated to the south and did not have a long-term strategy in the northern Xinjiang.

For Rongdi in northern Xinjiang, in addition to fighting with troops, the bear country will also open the trade customs market, first, to obtain livestock in northern Xinjiang, and secondly, to subdue large and small tribes, so that they can gradually become attached, and prepare for the large-scale conquest of northern Xinjiang in the future.

It's just that the location of the customs market set up by the bear country is fixed, and you need a pass to enter and exit, if you don't get the trust of the tribe with the bear country, you can't get the pass at all.

"The people of White Horse Mountain were able to get a trade certificate?" The red-clothed female king said, "It seems that you have long been in collusion with the bear country?"

"Whatever you want." Zhao Xiao's words were ambiguous, but he did have a way to get a trade certificate.

The king of red paced back and forth, and then said, "Okay, I'll believe you once. If you bring me the trade certificates, I will return the horses."

"And my children?" The old herdsman asked.

The female king smiled and said, "They are guilty of crimes and have been caught by me, and this one must be counted separately."

"It's just a pair of ordinary slaves and maids, as the king and the family of the Chiqiu tribe, I don't think there is a shortage of these two." Zhao Xiao said.

The female king rolled her eyes: "In this way, just get me a cloud brocade, and I will give the two of them to you." By the way, the red ones."

"Yunjin?" Zhao Xiao frowned and said, "Where did the king know about this?"

"Don't you understand anything to me?" The female king said, "A few decades ago, someone from the south brought a truckload of Yunjin to him, saying that he was borrowing a Yin Spring."

Yunjin and Yin Quan, these two things immediately evoked Zhao Xiao's memories, and it was almost certain that it was the teacher Zhang Duanjing who refined the Gangfeng Post Flag for Yang Liujun back then.

"Has the king ever seen that man?" Zhao Xiao asked.

"I was too young to see it with my own eyes." The female king stretched out her hands: "But I have touched Yunjin, that feeling is ...... It's so much smoother than my leather jacket! So since I was a child, I made up my mind that I must get a cloud brocade shirt!"

"So, the Chiqiu tribe still has a Yin Spring?" Zhao Xiao asked again.

"It's just a few dozen miles to the east

It's a cave, but it's long gone, so you don't have to bother checking it." The female king said.

"Envoy, this ......" The old herdsman was a little worried, afraid that Zhao Xiao would not be able to do it.

Zhao Xiao laughed helplessly, although the Feather Pavilion was destroyed in the upheaval of Dongshengdu, he really had a way to get Yunjin. After all, everything is made of qi, and now Zhao Huang only needs to think about it, and he can directly condense a cloud brocade by means of almost creating something out of nothing.

What's more, when Zhao Huang was still a deacon of the Jinding Division, in order to refine the talisman armor, he had carefully studied the cloud brocade weaving, and it was not difficult to reproduce this thing.

"Yes, I promise you." Zhao Xiao thought that this female king was also a temperamental, and at the same time secretly turned into a doppelganger and went to Youxiong Country to ask for a trade certificate.

Thinking that trade with a large clan can also allow the Youxiong Kingdom to gradually penetrate its influence into the northern frontier, so that He Qingchen's wish to unify Kunlun can be realized.