Taqi Town left the Gobi Desert of Totaqi less than 100 miles to the north, and entered the blue sky and white clouds, the river is murmuring, and the prairie is boundless.

When one foot is stepped on the prairie, one truly steps into the territory of the Tota Banner tribe.

Tota Banner Savannah.

This is an important territory of the Tota Banner tribe, the people of Northern Mongolia take the grassland as a base for survival, although the major tribes of Northern Mongolia are not as nomadic as before, but most of the people are still accustomed to nomadic herding in the grassland, only the nobles and a small number of civilians live in the built towns, and the habit of flowing from the blood has been removed.

The area of the Northern Mongolian Empire is 10 million, more than twice the size of the Dafeng Dynasty, but the population is only one-tenth of Dafeng, and the vast land and sparse population are the characteristics of Northern Mongolia.

It is not a wise move for the people of the Central Plains to go deep into Northern Mongolia, and the vast land and sparsely populated people can allow Chu Zhao to avoid a lot of trouble.

In addition to being vast and sparsely populated, the structure of the Northern Mongolian Empire is also very different from that of Dafeng, where the supreme ruler of the Dafeng Dynasty is called "Emperor", and Beimeng is "Heavenly Khan", which means "Son of Heaven".

The Northern Mongolian Empire is composed of nine tribes and nearly 100 small tribes, each of which rules over a different number of small tribes already in their territories, the supreme leader is called "Khan", and the leaders of the small tribes are collectively called "leaders".

The inheritance of "Tian Khan" is not a hereditary bloodline inheritance like the Dafeng Dynasty, but is elected and voted, and every tribal leader has the possibility of becoming "Tian Khan".

Today's "Heavenly Khan" of the Northern Mongolian Empire is the "Khan" of the Nine Great Tribes of the Nasutu Department - Nasutu Kirdan.

Kerdan has ruled the Northern Mongolian Empire for 20 years, and the 20-year rule has allowed the Nasutu Department to cover the sky in the Northern Mongolia, and even many people call it the "royal family", although this statement only exists in the people, but there is no wind and no waves, and no one dares to guarantee that the Nasutu Ministry does not mean to replace the title of "Tian Khan" hereditarily.

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Chu Zhao drove his horse all the way north, learning Mongolian language on the way.

On the second day after leaving Yufengguan, because he didn't know anything about Mongolian, Gu Shuangshuang handed over a Mongolian annotation to Chu Zhao, this book was specially prepared by Gu Baichuan for Gu Shuangshuang to learn Mongolian, simple and easy to understand, and also marked with pronunciation, which is very convenient for learning Mongolian.

Chu Zhao has a talent for memorization, but it seems that language learning is his weakness, and until Taqi Town, he can only say a simple greeting, and he can't communicate normally.

In Northern Mongolia, it is extremely necessary to learn Mongolian.

The horse stepped on the soft and fertile grass with steady steps, Chu Zhaoan sat on the horse, holding the reins in one hand and a booklet in the other, studying comfortably, the breeze blew, and the smell of the prairie in the air was cool and refreshing, refreshing and refreshing.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

This is the truest, most appropriate and most beautiful interpretation of the prairie.

It is difficult to calculate the distance in the prairie, and Chu Zhao did not deliberately calculate, as long as the direction remains the same, he will be able to reach the Tianshan Mountains sooner or later.

After half a month of smooth sailing, the sudden earthquake made Chu Zhao, who had been in a state of study, shift his gaze from his books.

On the plain not far away, thousands of horses galloped, like a torrent flowing into the sea, magnificent.

The horses galloped away from west to east, and from a distance, there was a sense of oppression from the black clouds.

A young man stands in the direction of the rushing horses, as if trying to block the running horses, giving people the sense of praying arms as a car.

Chu Zhao stopped on a small hillside, his gaze falling on the young man.

"Monk?

The young man was dressed in a white monk's robe, with a bald head, a ring scar, and a conspicuous black Buddha bead around his neck, which contrasted sharply with the white monk's robe, his hands folded, his eyes closed, and his expression calm, completely ignoring the herd of horses galloping like a torrent not far ahead.

"Is this guy looking for death?!"

Chu Zhao looked at the other party in astonishment, shocked in his heart.

There are more than a thousand horses below, galloping away like a building about to fall, and there is a tendency to destroy.

In the face of such a situation, even the Great Masters of the Seven Realms had to avoid its edge, and it was simply a death-seeking act for the young monk to face it so directly.

The horses were extremely fast, and after a few breaths, they came to the front of the white-clothed monk, and the next moment they were about to be submerged in it, and they ended up with no bones left.

Even so, he didn't move!

Among the horses, he was like the only bright star in the black night, trying his best to exude his own light, and like a flat boat in the surging river, it seemed that he would be beaten into the river by the huge waves in the next second.

Chu Zhao's eyes stared at the white-clothed monk, and his expression changed from worry to shock.

The white monk did not hide in the face of the galloping horses, did not make even the slightest move, and the horses that were about to collide with him came close as if they had encountered the most stubborn reef in the river, and after slapping and seeing that they had no choice but to retreat or detour.

Wild horses crossed by him, and the white-robed monk was as steady as Mount Tai.

Chu Zhao gradually saw that something was wrong, this monk was practicing!

As time passed, the calm face of the white-clothed monk showed a little pain, and the pain gradually intensified, and there was blood staining the monk's robe, and it looked extremely dazzling when it fell on the white robe.

His injuries gradually worsened, blood oozed from his mouth and nose, and his white clothes gradually became bloody.

The torrent of wild horses submerged it to the middle of the stream, and there was a faint flash of golden light around the white-clothed monk's body, very thin, shallow and thin, but real.

Such changes were extremely subtle and difficult to detect, but Chu Zhao, who had been observing, did not let go of this strangeness.

"Vajra Body?"

The golden flashes flickered slowly and frequently over time, and even stirred up golden sparks, like brilliant fireworks, which were both intoxicating and terrifying.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves gradually faded away, and Chu Zhao's heart that had been holding on could finally be put down.

At this time, the white-clothed monk, no, it should be said that the blood-clothed monk's robe is still standing, his body is scarred, the monk's robe is tattered, and he is extremely embarrassed.

The monk felt the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, slowly opened his eyes, and said with a full heart: "White clothes for blood clothes, all the births into King Kong!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Chu Zhao was stunned in place, unable to calm down in his heart for a long time.

After chanting the Buddha's name, the blood-clothed monk raised his head to look in the direction of Chu Zhao, and said hello.

Chu Zhao rode away, and before he got off the horse, the blood-clothed monk thanked: "Little monk purifies his heart, thank you for your concern just now." ”

It turned out that he had already discovered me, and Chu Zhao underestimated it in his heart.

Although the blood-clothed monk behaved very easily, Chu Zhao knew that he was already at the end of the crossbow, and now he looked full of energy, but in fact, his strength could not catch up with a child.

When Chu Zhao left Runing City, Changchun Zhenren also gave him a few pills to heal injuries and replenish qi, and Chu Zhao took out one and handed it to the monk.

"In this case, the little monk will not be polite to the donor. ”

The young monk named Jingxin thanked him, swallowed the elixir, and crossed his knees on the spot to refine the medicinal power.

Chu Zhao watched from the sidelines, and said in his heart: Interesting monk.