Countless cattle and sheep roam the grassland, and the north and east are blue-black mountains, and yurts and yurts are built on the slopes of the hills, which are homes in the afterglow of the sunset.

The melodious sound of the horse-head piano, like crying, seems to be talking to the guests from afar, talking about the legend of immortality on the grassland, and the great hero hundreds of years ago.

Finally climbed over those mountains, and seeing such a magnificent picture, Chu Liufeng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The unique fragrance of the grassland makes people feel extremely comfortable, and even makes people forget the troubles and sorrows between heaven and earth.

"I knew that you would come to the Ulan Butong Grassland, this heroic conference, without Chu Liufeng, would be much overshadowed."

Nalan Qianyu greeted him, still calm and calm.

"If my guess is correct, this grassland conference is the means of your golden people."

Chu Liufeng still walked towards the depths of the grassland.

"The Prairie Conference has been passed down for thousands of years, and once a year, you will find the girl you have loved for a long time. The hero of the Flowing Wind is young, do you only think about the princess of Jingshi in your heart? ”

"I am an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, and the envoy Shengjing passed by here, but I don't have that leisure."

"It's true that there is no leisurely Chu Liufeng, but you came to this Ulan Butong, it shouldn't be just passing by, no matter what, Nalan Qianyu and you meet again, it should be a blessing, why don't you go and have a drink."

"I don't drink, where is Wanyan Changsong now? Isn't it in Shengjing? What about your master? ”

"Old man, I should have returned to Shengjing at this time, Senior Brother Changsong was not in Shengjing, he was taken to Changbai Mountain by his master."

"Who is Changsong's master?"

"Landrace real people! The first of the three great grandmasters outside the Guanwai, the first descendant of the Quanzhen Sect in the world, he has not descended to Changbai Mountain for more than ten years. ”

Nalan Qianyu said slowly, and Chu Liufeng was a little frightened.

Outside the gate, and the Jinqing gang leader Wan Yan Hongjin side by side, it seems that there are at least two people, Wan Yan Hongjin's martial arts, I can hardly match it, Changbai real people may be better, these masters, across the sea, looking at the Ming Dynasty, who can match it?

"Let's go, the sun has already set, the wine of the prince of Batu is ready, the sheep have long been cooked, and those who come to the grassland are all guests."

Nalan Qianyu took the lead and galloped towards a yurt, Chu Liufeng thought about it, and still followed.

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In the huge yurt, the prince of Batu sat in the middle, the leader of the Kashiketeng tribe, and also the master of this steppe conference.

"Mr. Nalan! The wine and the meat are waiting for you. ”

The prince of Batu had already stood up, pointed to the steaming whole sheep on the table, and suddenly saw Chu Liufeng in a Chinese costume behind Nalan Qianyu, and his face was shocked.

"This is the first time that the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, Chu Liufeng, the prince of Liufeng, has come to Ulan Butong, and of course he is also the prince's honored guest."

Prince Batu regained his expression and laughed:

"Sit down, Brother Borkin, can't you afford a drinking order?"

At the table next to him was the leader of the Ao Han Banner tribe, Prince Borkin.

Borgin's face was full of anger, and he didn't make a sound, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip, and slammed it on the table again.

"I knew that you had attracted jackals, and what you drank was Qiongzhi and Jade Leaves, and I wouldn't have come."

Borgin scolded, his eyes also glaring at Nalan Qianyu viciously.

"Flowing Wind Boy! Please! ”

Nalan Qianyu was not half angry, and this cultivation made Chu Liufeng even more unexpected.

The prince of Batu played the round, but Borgin still ignored it, and drank sullen wine angrily.

The atmosphere in the yurt room was a little strange, and several people didn't know what they were talking about, whether it was a show or something, only they knew it.

The sound of the horse-head piano sounded, and there was an old man in the corner, the wind and frost were engraved on the old man's face, and the sound of the piano was also telling the old man's years of singing.

Several Mongolian girls floated in, dancing with weak waists, and the girl who led the dance had a beautiful face, staring at Chu Liufeng with wild eyes.

Chu Liufeng turned his head and looked at the old man who was playing the qin again.

"Flowing Wind Boy! You are incomprehensible, this is the princess of Lord Batu, she is also one of the most beautiful women on the grassland, is there only one person in your heart? ”

Nalan Qianyu's transmission was dense, knocking on Chu Liufeng's heart.

"Mr. Nalan! For the sake of Changsong's face, I still regard you as an ordinary friend, but you talk like this, but you underestimate Chu Liufeng, farewell! ”

Chu Liufeng had already stood up and walked out.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the girls stopped writhing their bodies, the sound of the piano and the graceful body, is it for Chu Liufeng?

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In the night, the grassland is a kind of beauty, quiet, serene, like an old man in the twilight.

"Why didn't the person you said come?"

But it was the voice of the prince of Batu.

"I don't know, I didn't expect to meet Chu Liufeng on the way to pick them up."

Nalan Qianyu sighed softly.

Later, he couldn't hear what was said, Chu Liufeng understood a lot, and he didn't want to listen to it anymore.

Bonfires were lit everywhere, and young men and women danced and sang around the fire.

The peculiar nature and optimism of this people allow them to dance, sing their souls and joy at any time.

People should be like this, how to live, they are all alive, so why let themselves be so tired and live?

Chu Liufeng's heart was a little tired, and he had no way to relax.

"Why are you leaving alone, the wine is not finished, and my dance is not finished."

The princess Batu, who led the dance, was already standing in front of Chu Liufeng, and the firelight reflected the girl's peerless face, which made people's hearts pound.

Chu Liufeng didn't dare to look at it.

"My name is Arjuna, you have come to the grassland, you are our guest, let's go dance."

Arjuna had already pulled Chu Liufeng's sleeve and walked between the dancing men and women.

Chu Liufeng was extremely embarrassed, and he didn't know what to do, so he followed Arjuna and walked stiffly around the bonfire.

The young men and women next to them, while watching secretly, whispered something and slowly walked away, and in the end, only Chu Liufeng and Aruna were left.

Suddenly, a long howl shattered the silent night sky, and after the long howl, the earth-shattering sound of hooves rolled in, and in the depths of the grassland, countless long dragons lined up with torches rushed to this side.

"This is the cavalry of the Mongols? Or is it the golden man's fine horse? ”

Chu Liufeng looked at the earth-shattering momentum and felt a little touched.

Arjuna looked so calm that she didn't even look at the fire dragon in the night.

"Why bother? Can the power of driving people and domineering make people submit? The Mongols ruled the world in the past, and although they are not as good as before, they are still proud souls in their bones. ”

Arjuna said softly, this is not a simple Mongolian girl.

"Who is the leader of this team?"

Chu Liufeng turned his head and asked, the girl's peerless appearance made him a little uneasy.

"His name is Timoshenke, and he is also a member of my clan, and he was also a young hero on this grassland, but now he is willing to do things for the Jin people."

Arjuna finished speaking, a trace of sadness and disappointment appeared on her face.

There was another whistling sound, and the earth-shattering sound of hooves stopped, and after a while, the sound of hooves sounded again, but it was farther and farther away, and the countless elite horsemen with torches had disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Chu Liufeng was extremely shocked, what kind of combat effectiveness such a cavalry would be, it can be imagined.

"Temushenke is a close disciple of Wanyan Hongjin, the leader of the Jinqing Gang, and he often takes thousands or even tens of thousands of Jinren's elite horsemen at night to practice night battles on this grassland, which is a fierce opponent for your Ming Dynasty."

Arjuna said leisurely, her heart was at a loss, her homeland was about to fall under the golden people, is her homeland still there?