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(I didn't finish it, repeat it a little, and change it at half past twelve!)

The lama just wanted to put this black thing on the back of the little toad, but he didn't know what to think of, his hand was retracted, and he said to himself: "That person has asked for a long time, and every time information comes, he will always mention it, which should be very important to him, but this news has not been confirmed, so it was given to him...... However, since this person can get such important information, once he can't get what he wants, I'm afraid that he will be resentful in the future, and he will never contribute to my Buddhism again......"

After thinking for a while, the lama suddenly turned his palm into a knife and slashed at Pan Siyin: "Okay, give him half first, and then give the other half when the above things happen!"

In a remote alley in Zhanghuankou, a middle-aged man with big eyes is sitting on a stone bored, this person's cultivation is very inferior, but he is only at the fourth level of Qi refining, and he is only cultivating at such an age, it seems that there is no hope of building a foundation, otherwise he would not be basking in the sun here in broad daylight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Occasionally, when a passing monk sees this scene, if there are juniors around him, they will take this person as an example to warn the juniors that the young and strong do not work hard and the boss is sad.

Although the middle-aged man's cultivation is inferior, he is also a fourth-level Qi cultivator, so he can naturally hear these words, but this person doesn't seem to care at all, and continues to sit there crookedly, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun, looking extremely lazy.

But what no one knew was that the man's arms were hanging all the time, and the cuffs were pointing downward, covering a small patch of bare dirt.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man seemed to have basked in the sun, stood up, and walked out of the alley without even slapping the dirt.

In the no-man's land outside the city gate, the big-eyed middle-aged man stroked his face, and with the blue light, a layer as thin as rice paper and cicada wings was torn off, and the person's appearance immediately underwent earth-shaking changes, the big eyes became mung bean small eyes, and the middle-aged face became a young face, but there were a few shallow pits on it.

Then he shook off his robe, but saw a little toad roll out, and after the little toad rolled out, he immediately rolled up a piece of black and gloomy things on his back into this person's hand, and along with the thing was a scroll of letterhead.

After seeing the black and faint thing, this person's face flashed with joy, but when he saw the block of the thing and the smooth facet like new, the joy faded quickly.

The young man seemed to guess what the reason was, so he immediately opened the letterhead, and after reading it, he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed secretly: "This bald donkey, wait for me in the future!"

What the young man didn't know was that at this moment, a medium-sized tribe thousands of miles away, one of them also scolded something similar: "This group of rotten nobles, wait for me in the future!"

"Okay, San'er, don't scold, aren't all nobles like this?" the old man persuaded the sturdy man who was scolding: "Don't delay the business!"

Hearing the words of business, the strong man's eyes lit up, he grabbed the horse under his crotch, and whispered: "Uncle Ka Ying, you are the person in charge of our tribe, tell me, what did the big boss call us to do this time?"

Although there was no one around, the old man still looked around, and then said: "I heard that a batch of scimitars were allocated to us from above, and I guess it was for this matter that the convening order was issued!"

"What?scimitar?!" The strong man was taken aback, the Mumba people are not good at smelting tools, and only those nobles have a small number of scimitars in their hands, and it would be good for civilians to use a short dagger when slaughtering cattle and sheep, which is also one of the reasons why civilians have repeatedly launched uprisings but have been repeatedly suppressed.

"Okay, be quiet, this is just my guess, what the hell, I won't know until I go, let's go quickly!" the old man hurriedly made a booing motion, and then clamped the horse's belly and accelerated the speed of his march.

The sturdy man also came to his senses, waved his horsewhip, and followed, but the excitement on his face could not be concealed.

Three days later, the two of them appeared in a deserted meadow, but at this time it was not only the two of them, but there were also two dozen other people in a circle, listening to the woman in the center of the circle say these things, in the circle there were two large wooden boxes, the lid of the box had been lifted, and a scimitar with a glistening cold handle was lying quietly inside.

"Big Chief, so these iron fellows don't have to be divided? You have to wait until the autumn grass is harvested? As long as there are ten scimitars, I, Kabuqi, dare to take someone to the ministry tonight to cut down those nobles!" After listening to the woman's words, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face asked eagerly.

The woman knew that what the middle-aged man named Kabuqi said was not a lie, not to mention anything else, the scar on his face was whipped by the nobles, and he hated the nobles more than anyone else, but according to the instructions above, it was not possible to be brutal, so she pulled her face and reprimanded: "Kabuqi, you are also the old man in our group, what the above says, we can do it, you are in a hurry!"

After a pause, the woman ignored the middle-aged man and continued to say to everyone: "This time, there was an order from above, let the big guys take advantage of the harvest of autumn grass for the winter, and then train for ten days and a half, the reason why they want to train is not anything else, is to better kill those moths in the future, and the rabble will not succeed!"

"Kabuqi, since you are in a hurry, then let me ask you, how many people can you Tass tribe pull out? Of course, manpower must be reliable!"

The middle-aged man thought for a while: "Our Tass tribe is a small tribe, thirteen, right?!"

The woman nodded, then turned her gaze to the other person: "Urgari, how many ...... can your tribe pull"

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October 23 is the winter solstice day of the Chahar tribe, and from this day, it heralds the official arrival of winter, people have driven cattle and sheep into the sheepfold, and cats are preparing to spend the coldest season of the year in the mumba bag.

Of course, on this day, some rituals are indispensable, these rituals have been handed down from ancient times, in order to pray to the heavens, to bless the prosperity of the tribe, and to spend the year in peace, whether mortals or monks, will participate in such sacrifices on this day.

On October 23, as long as the elders and elders in Zhanghuankou will go to the mountain to make sacrifices together, after the sacrifice, they will take the opportunity to discuss the big and small things of the next year.