As the saying goes, looking at the mountain runs a dead horse.

Seeing that the distance between the two mountains was not far away, the golden eagle swept sharply, and it was possible to go back and forth once in three or five breaths, but Yang Chuan and Sister Leopard's family climbed for more than three hours before they reached the halfway up the mountain.

In the Kent Mountains, such inconspicuous stone mountains can be seen everywhere, but Yang Chuan noticed it from the moment he reached the top-

This hill is not simple!

From the perspective of Feng Shui, this nameless hill is surrounded by mountains, and a long river winds on the left, which is the famous Selenga River; A huge peak rises high in the right hand, which is the 'Wolf Juxu Mountain' in the mouth of the Huns.

In the Han language, it is the pattern of the left green dragon, the right white tiger, and the worship of ten thousand mountains, which is one of the most basic requirements of the treasure land of feng shui.

If Kent Mountain is regarded as an ancient dragon that has been sleeping for thousands of years, this small mountain bag is a wonderful place in its thousands of veins, which resembles a 'dragon's mouth with pearls'.

In addition, Yang Chuan was keenly aware that compared with the surrounding peaks, the trees and vegetation on this mountain were extremely dense, but none of the towering giant trees and intertwined roots and rattans were seen......

Other words.

This inconspicuous hill came into existence later.

Yang Chuan looked around the four fields, picked a relatively tall larch, took a moment to cut it down, and carefully counted its annual rings-

One hundred and twenty years or so.

What does this mean?

Yang Chuan suddenly felt a little dry mouth, and inexplicably wanted to escape from this ghost place: 'This small mountain bag is clearly a tomb......

Following the direction of the six silly eagles circling and continuing to climb dozens of zhang, Yang Chuan came to a huge crack.

He only glanced at it a few times, then retracted his head.

This place is definitely a tomb, and the scale is very amazing, at least the kind of imperial mausoleum that covers an area of hundreds or thousands of acres.

The so-called 'cracks' are not one, but four, or rather...... It is a large square circle, about thirty or forty acres in size, and it should be that somewhere in the mausoleum collapsed, so as to form such a situation.

Yang Chuan sat on the mountain and rested for a while, then ordered the six stupid eagles to return to Wolf Juxu Mountain, and solemnly warned them that they were not allowed to come here to play again.

He himself went down the mountain.

This mausoleum is likely to be the mausoleum of a certain Da Shan Yu of the Xiongnu, and the one who sleeps underground may be the first generation of Da Shan Yu Touman, or it may be his descendants Mao Dun Shan Yu and the old Shang Shan Yu.

In more than half a year, after the death of the military minister, it is estimated that he will also be sent here for burial, right?

Yang Chuan knew nothing about the burial customs of the Huns.

What annoyed him a little was that since this was the emperor's mausoleum, there were naturally endless treasures hidden in it, no wonder the six stupid eagles were so excited that they actually summoned him......

But ah, what does that have to do with him?

This is someone else's ancestral grave, okay!

Even if the Han people and the Huns have a feud, either you die or I live, and they are the same as fire and water, but you can't dig people's ancestral graves, right? There's an old saying, how do you say it? The four major deficiencies in the world: digging people's ancestral graves, kicking the widow's door, beating the blind and scolding the mute, and eating confinement milk.

None of the people who have dug up other people's ancestral graves in history have died well, which is not alarmist, but well-documented......

……

That hill was the ancestral tomb of the Huns, and Yang Chuan's plan to secretly engrave his name was of course in vain.

Therefore, when he returned to Wolf Juxu Mountain, his mood was inexplicably low for a while.

It's really bad luck.

Finally, he couldn't get angry, so he went to the top of the mountain and carved on the biggest stone: "The big man chef is here!"

And on that stone, he happily sprinkled a big bubble of urine.

Then, he took a few steps back and glanced at his calligraphy works, which were quite a bit of Wei and Jin style, with a little wandering in Shu Lang, and he was generally quite satisfied.

In the same way, Sister Leopard's family also a soak of urine separately, I don't know what they want to express.

The "sacrifice to the sky" activity in the evening was very grand, although the number of people was very small, plus Sister Leopard's family, six silly eagles, and more than 300 ragged Hun cavalry, there were only 328.

But Yang Chuan fully performed a certain sense of ritual.

Ten fat cows are cooked into grilled steak, stewed beef brisket, stir-fried beef kidney, cold beef tendons, marinated beef tendons, boiled beef slices, stir-fried beef tripe, and stir-fried beef intestines...... and more than 20 signature dishes, plus two large pots of beef bone broth.

The ten fat sheep were all roasted into a brown, soft, crispy and delicious roasted whole sheep, which was carried up by 20 Huns and placed on clean stones, which made people want to eat it.

As for the 100 snow trout, because they are too small, they can only boil soup......

Yang Chuan knelt down in a proper manner, kowtowed to the hill in the distance, lit three pillars of benzoin, and prayed in a low voice: "The kid is rude, how offensive, please forgive me!"

The secret here, the kid promises never to pass it on, and also asks the seniors to take care of their children and grandchildren, so that they can study hard and go up every day.

I really can't help it, the kid has another suggestion, and that is to let them go all the way west and beat those hateful Romans out of the!

Woohoo mourning, Shang Fang, pause and bow again!. ”

Kowtow, pretty, meticulous.

This scene made those Huns also excited, and they forgot the temptation of food for a while, and fell to their knees in a big uproar.

Some people are muttering, some people are silently praying, and some people can't help but pull out their knives and cut their faces a few times, bleeding all over their faces, and crying loudly.

Looking at the Huns who cut off their faces, Yang Chuan sighed secretly: "These people have really big hearts." ’

Many people have rusty knives in their hands, which are not only knives for sheep slaughter, but also often used to cut food, who knows if there will be tetanus and other problems?

I have to say that it is really not easy for people to live in this world, and a small problem may be a fatal injury.

It's strange to say, just after Yang Chuan's nondescript "sacrifice text" was read, the sky thundered.

A downpour is about to fall.

"Bring the offerings into the tent and divide them and eat them."

Yang Chuan glanced up at the cloudy sky, gave an indifferent order, and then turned around and walked into his big tent.

When the Huns, who were worshipping and weeping, heard this, they were overjoyed, and they got up from the ground one after another, moved those delicacies into the tents, and ate them happily......

……

After staying in Wolf Juxu Mountain for two whole months, seeing that it was about to enter the summer, Tangyi's father finally returned.

He was joined by a dozen other people: his daughter Naren Toya, Zhang Qian's Hun wife and son, and Sarena and a large number of her children.

"I slaughtered the husband of Lord Zhang Qian's wife, and when I return to Chang'an City, I won't mention this matter again." The father looked tired, with sunken eyes and a pale face, and must have been on horseback for many days.

He took his daughter into Yang Chuan's tent, knelt on one knee, and said, "Childe, this is my daughter Naren Toya." ”

Looking at the thin and unkempt little girl, Yang Chuan was inexplicably a little sad, supported his cousin father with both hands, turned his head to look at the timid Naren Toya and smiled gently: "Your name is very beautiful." ”

The name is indeed beautiful, in the words of the Han Chinese, it means 'beautiful Caixia'.

Unnecessary nonsense is not to be said.

Yang Chuan personally cooked, made a large table of sumptuous dinner, let these people eat beautifully, and arranged for everyone to take a hot bath thoroughly and change into clean sheepskin robes.

Tomorrow, we can leave for Dahan.

Yang Chuan's mood was very calm, and there was no bloody plot with surging hearts and tears, which made him feel a little embarrassed.