"Hurry up, those Khitans will definitely come over!" Fu Qingbo shouted loudly with a gloomy face, and the voice spread throughout the caravan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The caravan began to rush along.

Luckily, a sudden rainstorm destroyed some of the traces of the caravan's walking, and the five or six Khitans who escaped wanted to chase after them with more companions, but it was not so simple.

Because I was in a hurry, the journey from five or six days was shortened to four days.

By noon on the fourth day, the surrounding vegetation gradually became abundant.

After walking for another half day, before night fell, the caravan encountered a small tribe.

The people of this small tribe saw the caravan and were obviously very excited.

They were too far away from the hinterland of the Central Plains, coupled with the isolation of the Liao State and the endless wars in the Mongolian steppe itself, so they could basically see such a large caravan coming after several years.

The elders of the tribe spoke in simple Chinese that was difficult to understand, and exchanged the strongest cattle and horses, the fattest sheep, and piles of furs for tea and sugar, and only a few Mongols selectively exchanged a little bit of silk and coarse porcelain.

Huge smiles spread across the faces of the herdsmen and merchants.

In the evening, the hospitable herdsmen held a bonfire to welcome the caravan.

A few young Mongol girls were forced into the caravan 'leader' by the tribal leader, as if they wanted to get more rations in this way.

Chu He rejected the kindness of the Mongolian girls, and those dart masters were not so particular, and they had already hugged the Mongolian girls and went into the tent.

These girls are not well dressed, they are exposed to the wind and sun, and their skin is not very good. But the victory lies in the youth and vitality, coupled with the horseback riding since childhood, he has a good riding skill, and he can gallop up the horse, and he can break up the two-hundred-pound man.

Early the next morning, the dart masters were obviously much more vain, but they all had a satisfied smile on their faces, so in gratitude to the Mongolian maidens for their hard work, they helped the herdsmen to negotiate and 'oppress' some small merchants to sell the goods to the herdsmen of the tribe at a relatively 'cheap' price.

Even so, in fact, the merchants still make a lot of money.

Bidding farewell to the reluctant small tribe, the caravan continued deep into the savannah.

The deeper you go into the steppe, the more valuable the caravan becomes.

When we arrived in the hinterland of the grassland, the price of tea was even higher than I imagined, one or two tea leaves could be exchanged for a sheep, and a piece and a half foot of silk could be exchanged for a cow.

All the merchants were almost insane.

Every time I go to the next location, the price of goods brought from the Central Plains doubles, and even then there is still a trend of supply exceeding demand.

The caravan now looks like a deformed tribe that is constantly moving, rather than a caravan.

Hundreds of people, but leading huge herds of sheep, cattle, and horses.

Many small merchants whose goods had been sold out began to repeatedly suggest to Chu He to 'return' and not to go any further.

There are even a few of them, secretly promising benefits to the dart masters of Weiyuan Dart Bureau and letting the dart masters escort them back. As for Chu He, if he wants to continue to move forward, then leave him behind.

There is no need for everyone to follow him forward and take big risks.

While most of the tribes have been friendly and hospitable along the way, there are also quite a few who have bad ideas.

This made the merchants who had already made a fortune very uneasy.

I don't know what Your Excellency's purpose is, but I can't take the lives of my brothers lightly. Walking here, if Your Excellency just comes to trade, sells the goods, and returns to the Central Plains with cattle, sheep and horses, you will have nearly a hundred times the profit. There couldn't be a better price. Fu Qingbo once again found Chu He and offered his opinion.

He came hard.

But I had to come.

Chu He squinted at Fu Qingbo, he was sitting in the carriage at the moment, lying on a pile of fluffy sheepskin mattresses, and said lazily when he heard the words: "Keep going! ”

When it came here, Chu River no longer concealed its true destination. If he had told the dart board that he was going to Beihai at the beginning, he was afraid that no dart board would dare to take this business.

"Beihai! You're going to Beihai? That is, you're going to cross the whole Mongolian steppe. It's impossible! It's too dangerous. The Mongols we meet now all know some truth, it is not easy to have a caravan to come to the steppe, they restrain each other, even if they covet our wealth, they are not willing to do it. But if we go deeper, there are the most savage, primitive tribes there, and they won't reason with us. Fu Qingbo shouted almost jumping to his feet.

If it weren't for Chu He's previous hand that scared him, he really wanted to slash Chu He with one palm at this moment, and then seize Chu He's property and directly lead the caravan back.

The reputation of the game is important.

But the wealth that Chu He has now really makes him red, and it is enough to make people reckless.

Chu He suddenly spoke: "The qi is empty, the middle is real, the inside and outside are in the gu, and the blood is transported..." ”

This is part of the mantra of the Blood Demon Yuan Gong, when Chu He was in the Dragon Palace, he had read this exercise, and at this moment, Fu Qingbo was shocked, and the true qi around him suddenly surged.

When it was transported to the top of his head, his face turned red, and the blood in his eyes faded.

It's just that Chu He suddenly stopped talking and stopped talking, Fu Qingbo's breath was holding there, he couldn't go up or down, it was very uncomfortable.

"Do you want to keep listening? Then keep going! Go one more day, and I'll tell you a mantra. Maybe when you get to Beihai, your Bloody Yuan Gong will be complete, and you can build a foundation from this, and it is not necessary to cultivate the True Yuan. Chu He said slowly.

Fu Qingbo's face changed several times.

Knowing that the great opportunity is in front of him, it depends on whether he has the courage to fight with his life.

"Okay! We're escorting you on, but we just want you to keep your promise. Fu Qingbo thought of all kinds of legends related to cultivators, and now that he had the opportunity to become a cultivator and make up for the shortcomings of the exercises, he was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

After sending Fu Qingbo, the caravan continued to move forward.

Seeing that persuasion of the dart master was ineffective, some small merchants had no choice but to change their targets, hiring some Mongol knights to send them to the border of the Liao State at the cost of the remaining tea and cloth.

Wait until you enter the Liao country, and then contact the dart bureau of the Liao country.

These are smart people.

Those who are more stupid and greedy for profit choose to go together, and since entering the Mongolian steppe, the friendliness and enthusiasm of these herders have made them a little carried away.

Ignoring the green grassland, the grass blades are growing vigorously, and it is the hot blood.

In the end, in addition to the people of the dart bureau, only Chu He and his people were left, and there were five small merchants who followed Chu He with their work, pulling more than a dozen carts of retained goods, and a large number of cattle, sheep and horses, and continued to move forward.

The grass is getting deeper and deeper, and there are more and more buried white bones in the grass.

All around is a savage, ancient smell.

In the dark night, the starry sky is low, and when the long wind blows, it brings a natural whimper.

A vicious aura suddenly poured into the convoy, and the night vigil dart masters were swept away by this evil qi, and they fell down silently, and herds of cattle and sheep began to panic, but the next moment they were swept by a gust of black wind, and they all died of exhaustion, leaving only a corpse-like body.