Out of the Great Jing Dynasty, the road became more and more desolate.

When I came across the village again, it was already seven days later.

This village looks no different from Jiajia Township, but its accent is more Hu.

The harsh living environment made the villagers dark and sloppy, and they didn't cover their bodies, so they couldn't tell whether they were Hu people or Central Plains people?

Outside the village, an weathered stone mound was littered with decaying corpses.

Mo Chuan saw it with a complicated expression.

There is a saying in the "Old Tang Book": "...... and death, but the corpse is sent to the suburbs to feed birds and beasts. There are thousands of hungry dogs on the side, eating dead human flesh. ”

This is exactly what Zoroastrianism is talking about, also known as bird burial.

It turned out that Zoroastrianism believed that the corpse was unclean, so after death, the flesh and bones should be separated as soon as possible, so the corpse was thrown on the hill and the top of the tower, and the eagle was allowed to peck at the corpse.

Fu Meng also cautiously reminded Mo Chuan that blood marriages that were intolerable in the Central Plains abound in the grasslands.

It is even more common for a son to marry a stepmother or widowed sister-in-law.

Therefore, Fumeng hoped that Mo Chuan would respect the local customs and not go on a killing spree.

Mo Chuan bowed his head and silently agreed.

As the caravan moved on, the Gobi gradually disappeared, the land became fertile, and villages became less and less common.

The green and yellow earth is gradually covered with a layer of emerald green.

When the caravan crosses a babbling stream, and then looks ahead, the endless fields stretch to the end of the view, like the legendary sea.

The steppe has arrived.

The atmosphere of the caravan was also noticeably more cheerful.

Even the pack horse was in good spirits, chewing fresh grass and drinking stream water, looking very happy.

The grasslands are vast, and the caravans are becoming more and more vigilant during the period.

It's not just wolves that come and go like the wind on the lookout;

There are also herdsmen who get on the horse as bandits and get off the horse as the people.

According to Fumon, the Great Khan of the steppe had been severely suppressing horse bandits, and had even forbade the major tribes to plunder caravans.

While this has been effective, it still does not absolutely prohibit such things from happening.

It is really the habit of the major tribes of the grassland to plunder each other, and after the collapse of some tribes, in order to survive, they can only do that plundering thing.

On top of that, the steppe is too big.

The benefits and risks are completely out of proportion.

If it weren't for the fact that the middle and large tribes had many eyes, it would be difficult to keep it secret, and I was afraid that they would also participate in the carnival of looting caravans.

As for the future?

In the future, the grassland survival is like a wolf traveling thousands of miles, and a heavy snowfall and a drought may destroy everything in one fell swoop.

So who cares about the future?

I can't think about the future.

Straight to the point.

I don't know if it's Mo Chuan's amazing luck, or if the luck of the Fumeng caravan has always been very good.

Along the way, don't talk about horse bandits, even lone wolves have never seen them.

On the fifth day of stepping on the grassland, Fu Meng came with a horse, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the dragon horse under Mo Chuan's seat, and asked:

"Immortal Chief, where are you going?"

"Arriving at your destination?"

"Yes, a few days further on, the Zuoshiqi Bazaar will arrive, and we usually sell goods there." Fumon Dao.

"Not going to the country?"

"Don't go, the road is too far, it will take a year if you are lucky, if you are unlucky, I am afraid that it will take two or three years, it is better to specialize in the grassland and Middle Earth business, we plan to save a few more years of silver money, and then go back to the country."

"Poor Dao still wants to go to the country to have a look? It seems that there is no chance. ”

"If the immortal chief can trust the contemptible person, the contemptible person can match the immortal chief and help the immortal chief find a caravan."

"That's it, let's talk about it when we have a fate!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.

This time leaving the Jinghuang Wilderness seems to be quietly moving, but in fact, it is still looking for an opportunity to break through the thousand-year-old bottleneck.

Therefore, everything is according to fate, take one step at a time.

Speaking of which, he also has to admit that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and this journey has had a great impact on his psychological three views.

It's an experience that no amount of reading the scriptures has ever had.

"Hey, what's that?"

"When did a city emerge from the grassland?"

"Isn't it a mirage?"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the caravan, and even more warriors climbed on the roof of the car and stepped on their feet to look.

Following their gaze, they saw that in the depths of the grassland, a huge city faintly emerged, looking like the scale of the Middle Earth Prefecture, there were hundreds of thousands of them, compared with fish scales, the wings of the bell and drum towers, and the eaves and teeth.

Further on, you can even see moving soldiers on the city walls, waving flags.

"Isn't that the Zuoshiqi Bazaar?" Mo Chuan looked at Fu Meng with a strange expression.

"The immortal chief laughed, the Zuoshi Banner Market, but there are thousands of tents, how can the city wall be built?"

Fu Meng's face was shocked, and he thought of something, and said with a look of disbelief: "Could it be that Cheng Yuan Weizhen persuaded the Great Khan?" ”

"Yuan Wei real person?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The immortal chief doesn't know, this Yuan Wei Zhenren is a master from Middle Earth, who has fallen under the tent of the Great Khan, and it is said that he has made plans to build a city of ten thousand households, repair canals, and carry out farming." Fumon Dao.

Mo Chuan became more and more surprised, this could not be a spy sent by the Daolu Division, right?

"The Great Khan agreed?"

"I don't know, I just know that it's quite fierce."

"Hmm, when was the last time you passed through here?"

"The grassland climate is changeable, and it is difficult to walk an inch in winter, and the last time I passed through this place was last autumn."

"It's been more than half a year!"

Mo Chuan was thoughtful.

As the two spoke, the caravan approached the city towering over the grassland.

As we get closer, the city becomes clearer.

The huge city was actually built with bricks and stones, and I don't know where to take the mud and burn it into bricks?

At the gate of the city, the soldiers guarding the city were checking the herdsmen, looking around, and faintly could see some herdsmen driving cattle and sheep.

"Boss, shall we go in?" The team leader asked subconsciously.

"Stop! What are you going to see? Fumon called for the caravan to be stopped, and sent the scouts to inquire about the news.

Not long after, the scout went and returned, and said with a shocked face:

"Boss, this city is real, it is said that it was blown out by Yuanwei real people paper-cutting, which has replaced the Zuoshiqi Market, and now the nearby tribes of all sizes are gathered in the city to trade."

Fu Meng was stunned.

However, after seeing Mo Chuan's miracle of inducing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it was easier for him to accept the so-called paper-cut city.

"Boss, let's go in!"

The caravan warrior shouted, his eyes shining.

All the way to business, walked for more than a month, one by one has long been annoying, and now seeing the city is naturally happy.

"Immortal Chief, what do you see?" Fu Meng looked at Mo Chuan.

"If you enter the grassland, you should follow the customs." Mo Chuan smiled, a flash of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In his eyes, the aura of this city lingers, and Yuan Qi is obviously related to supernatural powers.

I just don't know what kind of magic power it is? It is remarkable that such a huge city can be transformed by paper cutting.

If there is fate, it will be this Yuanwei real person.

"Now that this city has replaced the Zuoshiqi Bazaar, we can only enter the city." Fumeng gritted his teeth.

The caravan set out again, and soon arrived at the city, where soldiers came to inspect the goods in a rude manner.

The action of slapping and slapping made Fu's eyelids jump in shock, and he hurriedly sprinkled silver through, but he was secretly relieved in his heart.

The defenders are so greedy, this city should be real.

[PS: In the portrait of the Mogao Grottoes, it is recorded that the Hu people met bandits and sought Guanyin, as well as the spread of Zoroastrianism with the Hu people eastward. This book is a second creation, and the details are not investigated. 】

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