On the steppe, the king of the royal court is the greatest king, and the kings of the other tribes must obey the orders of the king.

Therefore, if you can convince the king of the Agaba tribe, it is equivalent to convincing the entire steppe.

The grasslands have always been eyeing Middle-earth, and I believe that such an opportunity will not be missed.

Ye Qing's heart sank, and a cold sweat broke out behind his back.

Only when the five countries unite can they resist the invasion of the grasslands.

If the Wei Wu Empire, which had the strongest military strength, fell, then the other four kingdoms would be in danger.

Fortunately, Di Daozhi has been killed by himself, and this plan has been aborted.

However, the letter stated that he wanted to invite Di Daozhi to the grassland and participate in the Damu Conference on the grassland.

This is a grand event on the grassland, a grand event among monks.

Even Ye Qing, who had never been to the grassland, had heard of the name of this conference.

It is held once in 100 years, and almost all grassland forces can participate.

They sent proud disciples to compete, and finally selected the strongest sect on the grassland.

Getting this name is not just a false name.

The strongest sect has the right to teach the princes of the various tribes.

You must know that the tuition fees on the grassland are very expensive, and most of the limited resources on the grassland are in the hands of tribes.

Therefore, being able to teach the prince can not only get a lot of tuition, but also get the support of the tribe and obtain more resources.

In the grasslands, all the competition for resources is more naked and cruel than in Middle-earth.

Therefore, being able to get more resources is the most important thing that every sect needs to worry about.

Thinking of this, Ye Qing couldn't help but smile slightly.

He is also going to participate in this grand event.

After all, the event will not only be a competition between various sects, but also countless grassland merchants will gather here.

It's more like a once-in-a-century fair.

If Ye Qing wanted to quickly improve his strength, he needed pills to assist.

And he had a large number of pills in his mind, many of which were to improve his cultivation, and he also needed the unique spiritual materials of the grassland to refine them.

Therefore, he had to go to this event.

Counting the days, the Damu Conference is about to start, no wonder Di Daozhi was so eager to kill Ye Qing before.

It turned out that he was also on a tight schedule.

Ye Qing took the spirit talisman back into his hand, thought for a moment, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"If this spirit talisman is put in Wei Izuyun's hands, will he be even more angry?"

"You made me suffer, and I should make you angry!"

He thought a little wryly, and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, a group of unexpected people arrived here.

The group was driving two wagons, and there were more than a dozen people sitting on the edge of the carriages, with two large boxes in the middle.

The men were half men and half women, and the leader was an old man with big bags under his eyes.

The old man was tall and full of silver hair, and at this moment he slowly spit out a puff of cigarette.

After seeing Ye Qing, he greeted him from afar.

"Little brother, where are you going?"

Ye Qing used his divine thoughts to sweep away, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on these people's bodies, not like monks.

He was relieved and waved at the old man.

"Brother, I'm going to the grassland, where are you going?"

The old man knocked on the cigarette pouch, re-stuffed a mouthful of tobacco, lit it, and took a beautiful puff.

"What a coincidence, we are also going to the grassland, to the Damu Conference!" He said with a smile.

"You're going too?" Ye Qing looked very surprised.

"Well, monk of the grassland, you like us!"

The old man proudly opened the box on the carriage and found that it was full of costumes, masks, gongs, erhu and other musical instruments.

It turned out to be a group of singers.

"I see." Ye Qing smiled and nodded, it seems that the grassland people also like the culture of Middle-earth very much.

Although there are many conflicts between the steppes and Middle-earth, they do not prohibit ordinary people from trading with each other.

The people of the steppe can go to the middle earth to trade, and the people of the middle earth can also go to the grassland to sell goods.

The war between the monks seems to be far away from ordinary people.

"Little brother is also going to the Damu Conference? It's rare to meet a lonely, so it's better to be together. ”

The old man's warm invitation.

Ye Qing didn't squirm, and there happened to be someone talking along the way, so he happily got into the carriage.

The carriage did not stop, but continued to move forward, and the women in the carriage were very slender and very young, after all, singing has a body requirement.

After they saw Ye Qing, they were all whispering, looking a little shy.

These people seem to be on the roam, so they are very comfortable with life in the carriage.

However, there were still a few people who looked at Ye Qing with some vigilance.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bandit." Ye Qing said with a smile, revealing a smile that he thought was kind.

One man said, "We are not afraid of robbers, we are afraid of ......"

"That's it!" The old man in the lead suddenly interjected, "Let's all get ready, it's almost night, it's time to rest." ”

At this moment, the sky is coming to an end, and the sun is slowly sinking into the mountains.

Ye Qing smiled slightly, it seems that this group of singers also seems to have some ability.

After all, there is not even a single monk in the team, how did they survive?

There are quite a few robbers and bandits, and they are all monks.

After thinking about it, Ye Qing suddenly asked the old man, "Brother, do you know me?" ”

"What does it matter if you recognize it or not, meeting is fate, and we are still on the way." The old man said meaningfully.

"It doesn't matter if you're a wanted criminal at the end of the world or a high-ranking relative of the emperor, it's actually the same."

Ye Qing also laughed: "That's acquaintance, I'm curious, where did you get the courage to approach me?" ”

The old man smiled but said nothing.

There must be something strange about this group of singers, Ye Qing can be sure.

But he didn't want to delve into it, if these people didn't have malicious intentions towards him, he wouldn't find fault for no reason.

Along the way, he had a good conversation with the old man.

The old man traveled from south to north and saw a lot, and when he was young, he was also a pillar in the troupe.

It's a pity that now that I'm older, I'm raising my own pair of children.

"It's hard money." He said with a smile.

After nightfall, these people skillfully set up tents in the small woods by the roadside, set up fires and cook rice, and are very skillful.

They have their own variety of meats and rice and noodles to carry.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qing was even more relieved.

After all, what kind of monk still has to take these things with him when he goes out?

Watching their movements, you also know that they do these things regularly.

The old man warmly invited Ye Qing to dinner, although it was simple, the food was very fragrant.

After dinner, they put away the dishes and chopsticks again, and at the request of the old man, the two women sang a song by the fire.