Fortunately, this small tribe called the Yinshan Department was still safe and sound, and at this time, Chen Fusheng also saw the reliance they relied on to survive here.

In the center of the tribe's station, there is a hot spring with excellent water quality, which not only provides a water source for drinking, but also ensures that the surrounding area of land can be carved out, although the area is not large, but the soil quality is enough to grow a few simple crops, enough to rid the tribe of completely nomadic habits and turn to a half-farming and half-pastoral lifestyle.

Xu is because of this reason, the attitude of the tribesmen of the Yinshan tribe towards this caravan is also extremely enthusiastic.

In addition to the dried meat strips and sausages of the cattle and sheep that died naturally, he also killed more than a dozen live sheep with his own hands, and also took out the tiger bone wine and mare's milk wine that had been treasured in the tribe for a long time, which can be described as full of sincerity.

Chen Fusheng did not use wine, but chewed a piece of fresh rabbit meat while drinking a bag of mare's milk.

The rabbits in early winter are the fattest, and the mare's milk is also fresh and sweet without half a fishy smell, especially better than milk.

As for the rest of the caravan, who had been running around for a long time, they were even more devoured when they came here, and it was extremely enjoyable to eat meat and drink wine in large bags.

As the sun sets, the jade rabbit hangs high.

Seeing that most of the people who had drunk so much were already drunk and fell crooked on the thick carpet, Yang Yanyan, who was hiding something in his heart, pulled Xu An to the patriarch and asked: "Old patriarch, we have encountered a lot more horse thieves along the way than in previous years, could it be that there is something turbulent on this grassland?"

The patriarch put down the wine glass, sighed, and did not answer, but an old man next to him, who was silent even at the banquet, opened his mouth.

Chen Fusheng had long noticed this thin old man dressed in a strange robe and holding a black banner in his hand.

Although the aura on the other party's body is weak, it is not even as good as Yang Yanyan, but it is quite vast and primitive, and the banner in his hand has obscure fluctuations.

Chen Fusheng immediately understood the identity of the old man, he was obviously a shaman.

Unlike the cultivators, who seek the Tao by cultivating their minds, the beliefs of the Hu people and the Tatar tribe are mostly primitive and powerful images of the sky, the earth, the rivers, and the bears, tigers, eagles, and wolves.

The common belief among the Hu people is the existence of the Immortal Heaven, and those who are born with a strong divine consciousness and whose body is easy to induce the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth and thus possess some methods that are different from ordinary people are called shamans.

The original meaning of shaman represents the meaning of the wise, the knowing, and the inquiring.

There is no doubt that although in the accumulation of thousands of years of inheritance, shamans have also simply established a set of cultivation systems, but their righteous foundation is still too crude and shallow after all, in history, no shaman has ever been able to break through to the realm of the primordial gods, and even as long as Dancheng can be called a great shaman, there are few opponents, so it has not been very popular by the two authentic sects of Buddhism and Taoism.

But after all, they have a long heritage, and they have a long history compared to the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, plus the intention reaches heaven and earth, so there is indeed a bit of subtlety in the means of inviting the gods to come up and invoking the vitality to attack, and the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism also have precedents for improving these methods into their own systems.

The patriarch and the shaman are often one in charge of practice and the other in charge of faith. For herders, the prophets who represent the immortal heavens are often more advanced than the patriarchs.

With such a status, this shaman naturally has enough confidence to speak on behalf of the patriarch.

"On the grassland, the most powerful at present is the Golden Family and the Bronze Bloodline, most of the tribes have been unified and integrated by them, there is a great shaman at the cost of his life to ask for the guidance of the Immortal Heaven, it is said that this time the winner of the two will not only unify the grassland but also will establish an undefeated cause, so the two of them are now all very excited, most of the horse thieves you met are defeated and unwilling to surrender to the remnants, you came out at a time that is really unfortunate, just in time for this time. ”

"No matter which of them wins and unifies the grassland, their power and ambition will increase greatly, I am afraid that they will not be satisfied with the status quo, but plan to officially start a war with me, I am afraid that the good days of more than ten years will be gone again. ”

Hearing this, Yang Yanyan's face turned pale, and he felt a sea of corpses and blood rushing to his face, and he was old and stable, not to mention that he had personally been on the battlefield and had done business with the Hu people for more than 20 years, so he naturally knew how terrible this world would become.

"Yes!" the patriarch finally spoke, also with a sullen expression, without the enthusiasm of the hospitality, "We are in a remote place before, no one noticed that we lived so comfortably, and now no matter which family becomes the overlord, they will not let us do this again, and will definitely order us to submit, not to mention that there are more and more people who are driven out by them, and after a while, some of them will be connected, but I am afraid that they will attack us." ”

"Then what are you going to do in the future?" Yang Yanyan didn't ask, this trade route and this tribe with a relatively friendly relationship meant too much to their caravan.

Fortunately, the patriarch also attached great importance to this caravan that brought them tea, cloth, and salt and iron, and did not intend to hide it from him, but said the plan that had already been set.

"We are going to move to the Eagles, we are blood relatives, and they are very sparsely populated, so they are very welcome to join, and even allow us to keep our original clan, which is already a good condition. ”

The patriarch spread his broad and thick hands, and said with a complicated expression: "In fact, we have already started to sort out the things we want to take away in the past few days, and the reason why we are still here is mainly to inform you, lest our two families make a mistake." In a few days' time, we will dismantle our tents and set out for the Tatars as you do. ”

If there is a choice, he doesn't want to send people under the fence, although the other party promised not to do anything to his tribe, but surrounded by people, after seven or eight years, he will adapt to the local customs, and after one or two generations, I am afraid that the entire tribe will forget its origins, be successfully assimilated by others, and completely lose its independence.

"And although it is bitterly cold, the land is unusually fertile, so fertile that it flows oil, and there is no shortage of water, and the conditions are better than ours here, as long as you know how to take care of it, it is not a problem to feed yourself. ”

The old shaman obviously didn't want to talk about these inconvenient things in front of outsiders, so he gave the patriarch of his family a look and hurriedly missed the topic. ”