The northern grasslands mainly eat beef and mutton, and many barbarians are born taller than the people of the Central Plains.

The land is not conducive to cultivation, but the fertile water and grass have raised countless wild horses and livestock, and also let those native barbarians practice skilled bow and horse kung fu, the Central Plains clothes and textiles rely on cotton and linen silk threads, but the barbarians are mainly animal skin clothing, even on sunny days, they rarely take off the heavy animal skin jackets.

Qin Ke was actually not the first time he had seen barbarians, when he was in Jingwu, what he paid the most attention to was the tall barbarians in the Great Wall and Canghai Mission.

On the way from Jicheng to the village, he met several groups of barbarians who were greedy because they saw the red fire of the war horse under his crotch and wanted to rob with a knife.

It's a pity that these barbarians obviously didn't find the right target, so they were all penetrated by the sword intent of the Seven Advances Sword in the end, and they became dry bones piled up on the side of the road.

But from the barbarian in front of him, Qin Ke smelled a mortal danger, whether it was his sharp eyes like an eagle, his strong and powerful heartbeat, and the big bow behind his back that seemed to be a little exaggerated, all telling him that this barbarian was by no means an ordinary person.

Qin Ke lowered his head and began to compare this barbarian with the masters he had met one by one.

It's just that such a barbarian who can see the arrogance in his bones, when he saw the few people in the kitchen who were still sitting calmly on the stool and didn't even stop drinking, he involuntarily lowered his head, bent his knees, and faced Cao Meng in a posture of kneeling on one knee.

"Lord of the Kingdom. Military Division. Checkmate. The leading barbarian was none other than Jebeg, the archer of the Canghai Navy, and he looked at the three people in front of him, and respectfully addressed them one by one, with one hand on his chest, which was standard barbarian etiquette.

Just hearing these titles, Aunt Qing rolled her eyes and simply fainted, which made Qin Ke and Uncle Ji scramble for a while.

"This ......" In fact, Uncle Ji was just as flustered in his heart, when he heard that title, his legs had already begun to tremble, and the blood on his face had faded little by little, becoming extremely pale, "The lord of the country, the lord of the barbarians......?" Doesn't that say......"

"Cao Meng of the sea. Qin Ke said in a low voice, while supporting Uncle Ji's body hard, he finally didn't let this middle-aged man, who was cowardly by nature and had seen the biggest official in his life, that is, the county order, fall.

Compared with Uncle Ji, he didn't show any surprise or panic, perhaps because from the moment he entered the door, he had already noticed that Cao Meng's identity was extraordinary - how many people could sit at a table and talk and laugh with Liu De and Guan Changyu?

Calculated carefully, he has really seen a lot of big people.

From Zhuge Wanling and Gao Changgong of Jingwu, to Mulan, the lord of the Mu family of the Great Wall, as well as Wang Xuanwei and Zhongfuzi of the Mo family, which is not the top figure in the world?

It's not strange to see how much.

Of course, if he could know that the florist named Guan Shanyue who he met in the palace of the Tang King was actually Li Qiuhuang, the lord of the Tang Kingdom, he would have been a little more embarrassed.

However, what he wanted to see most was not Li Qiuhuang, but the Mo family giant.

After all, among the well-known heads of several countries, he was the only one who had the cultivation of a grandmaster.

Cao Meng sat at the table, but his eyes did not look at the few barbarians who had already stood up by themselves, but quietly looked at the wine in the wine bowl, which was like a mirror under the reflection of the fire, showing his deep eyes.

Then he drank it all, and continued to pour himself wine, his movements so smooth and natural that he did not even lift his eyes, as if he had taken the barbarians as if they did not exist at all.

Feeling Cao Meng's deliberate ignorance, the straight backs of several barbarians were slightly stiff, and the expressions on their faces became dark, looking at each other in confusion, as if they didn't understand why Cao Meng had such an attitude.

The air seemed to get a lot heavier.

Compared with Cao Meng, Guan Changyu's city government is obviously not so deep, so after seeing that his eldest brother and the lord of the country both did not speak as if they were practicing a closed mouth meditation, he snorted coldly, looked at the barbarian in front and said: "Jebeg, when you meet the lord of the country, you only kneel down on one knee, you are such a big shelf." ”

Listening to Guan Changyu's words, Jebege's gaze was a little strange.

In fact, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

The tribe he came from was the one that respected tradition the most in the grassland, and even now that he had become a subject of the sea, he still maintained his original etiquette.

On weekdays, Cao Meng turned a blind eye to his "ancestral tradition" and didn't say much, why did Guan Changyu suddenly get into trouble from this matter today?

A glint flashed in Jebege's eyes, and when he thought of the time when Cao Pei Gongzi was talking to him, he seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that he and his subordinates had looted property along the way.

Could it be that Cao Meng's attitude today is because of this matter, so he wants to give himself a leg up first?

If that were the case, Jebeg would have thought it was a bit of a fuss.

After all, it is common for countries to go to war and plunder their property, and according to the rules of the steppe, only children and women who have not grown a whip can survive the defeated tribes.

These soldiers were born and died for Cao Meng, could it be that they were punished for disobeying orders and robbing some goods?

Although he knew that his best thing now was to be soft first and say a few kind words. But when he thought of his own tribe patriarch King Tamujin Khan, who was dominant in the grassland, even Cao Meng had to worry about three points, he was a little less afraid.

Although Canghai has now occupied most of the grassland, and several large tribes have all been under Cao Meng's command, in fact, most of the barbarians still live in the old tribal system, each obeying their own patriarch and Khan king.

Cao Meng was their lord and was recognized as the "Great Khan" by the various khanates, and once he issued a conscription order, the various tribes would gather into a large army.

The tribe of Jebeg is led by the King of the Tamujin Khan, not only has the most fertile pastures in the steppe, the most cattle, sheep and horses, and the most sword-wielding warriors, but the King of the Tamujin Khan himself is a master of the realm of grandmasters, but he has never left his big tent, but he is not very famous in the sea or the world.

Jebeg has always regarded his Tamujin Khan as the pride of his life, and naturally has special respect for the "ancestral old system" in the mouth of his own Khan, and has always insisted on using the traditional etiquette of the barbarians, and ignoring the national policy of Canghai, Cao Meng has not shown any dissatisfaction.

Want him to get down on his knees and salute in the undignified manner of the Central Plains?

He sneered in his heart, no way.

Seeing Jebeg's head raised high, Guan Changyu's chest burst with anger, and he just wanted to shoot the case, but before he could drop his palm, one hand lightly supported his wrist.

Liu De looked at him, shook his head slightly, and then closed his eyes, looking at his nose and his nose, as if he was completely regarded as an outsider.

At this time, Cao Meng finally spoke slowly.

"Coming?" his voice was inaudible, and his words sounded like ordinary gossip.

Jebege was shocked when he heard such a short word, and then suddenly raised his head to look at Cao Meng, and replied heavily: "After receiving the letter from the second prince, I knew that the lord of the country was actually hunting here, and the escort was late. ”

His Central Plains dialect is actually not very fluent, with a very heavy barbarian accent, and he speaks slowly, as if he is spit out word by word, but it is precisely because of this way of speaking that this sentence is more solemn.

"Is the escort late?" Cao Meng shook his head, drank half a bowl of warm wine and smiled: "Lone came here to hunt, I didn't inform you, it is not easy for you to come over so quickly, not to mention that Lone is a safari, not an assassination, where is the escort late?" Get up, there is a jar of good wine here, share a bowl with you, Liu De, help me give it to him." ”

Liu De nodded, poured a bowl of rice wine, slowly walked in front of Jebeg, looked at the barbarian who stood up and could stand up a head above him, and handed over the wine bowl with both hands.