The wide seat is draped in a luxurious and feminine whole colorful deerskin, sitting on it, you can feel a coolness through the clothes, and the table in front of you is a yellow rosewood antique found in the city lord's mansion in Daliang City, and the four legs are carved into a swimming fish in the waves, and you can see that it is a treasure that has spent a lot of money.

But right now, the antique table is full of greasy grassland food.

With a hint of fishy smell, roasted lamb and finger otter meat are piled together, and a large pot of butter tea and a gold and emerald-encrusted wine jug are placed on the side, and the jug contains six steamed and six brewed mare's milk wine.

The beautiful slave girl wore a colored fan, holding a soft paper fan and respectfully fanning it on the side. Among the kings of the steppes or the leaders of the tribes in the past, the young Tuoba Lie was definitely benevolent.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, he was unusually tolerant and patient with the slaves under his hands, and even if the slaves made mistakes, they rarely killed the slaves at will, so that in the new barbarian infantry black tide, Tuoba Lie's support was very high.

At this moment, he was only wearing a silver-white coat, his firm and broad chest muscles were exposed in the air, and his face was still a little immature, even though he was only fifteen years old, he was already as strong as a calf.

In just this meal, he alone ate five catties of meat, drank one catty of butter tea, and one catty of mare's milk wine. And he ate very fast, like a storm and clouds, not at all like a nobleman on the grassland, and the slave girl on the side was dumbfounded.

Tuoba Lie also practiced martial arts.

His master is Ulan Batel, of course, when Uyangu was alive, Uyangu was also his master, and some other good hands in the barbarian army, he also consulted him.

Although he is not as talented as Battle, but after a few years of kung fu, his hard skills have already achieved initial results, even if many masters in the army who have practiced martial arts for many years have fought against him, they may not be his opponents.

Cultivating hard skills is extremely hard, and the more advanced you are, the more difficult it is to practice, which is not only related to your qualifications, but also related to the resources you have to cultivate. To train a hard master, you have to spend a lot of precious medicinal materials and eat a lot of meat every month. For example, when Li Wenshuo first practiced with Shangguan Yu, the medicinal bath he took cost tens of thousands of taels of silver every month.

The king of the grassland naturally does not have to worry about money, but eating is inevitable. Since he started practicing, his meal has been getting bigger and bigger day by day, and if he eats like before, he will have to eat a meal for a day.

So Tuoba Lie was also a little helpless.

Continuous cultivation will be followed by the power that gradually becomes stronger. But he also knows that he is still too far behind those really top masters, and at the moment he just wants to have the strength to protect himself.

He took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair, reached out and pulled the slave girl on the side into his arms, and his hand naturally reached into the chest of the little slave girl, but his eyes were a little absent-minded.

It wasn't until the little slave girl let out a mosquito-like moaning that even her neck turned red that he came to his senses and laughed...... (Indescribable, serious author)

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After this battle, there were still more than 50,000 people left in the 70,000 barbarian army that entered the pass. However, the tiger prison has not been broken, after all, it made them lose some confidence in attacking Chang'an City, after all, in the legend, it is the first male city in the world, among which the soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, and there are countless masters.

And, most crucially, Ulan Baatar was not there, and although there were still commander-in-chief generals giving orders, they were like dragons without a leader, without enough food, and were trapped in this hidden mountain forest.

It was midnight, the bonfire was already ashes, and the darkness in the distance was like the wind.

An emaciated shadow stepped out of the darkness.

"You're back. ”

The old priest in lambskin's eyes were still cloudy, and he looked at Ulan Baatar in front of him, and he was also relieved, and said, "How is it, it doesn't matter if you are injured." ”

Ulan Baatar didn't speak, just leaned against the fire, sitting with a golden sword, his eyes staring at the flames jumping in front of him, his face expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Only then did the old priest see clearly that although Ulan Baatar was still alive, there was a hideous scar on his neck, the crack was still oozing blood, and he could vaguely feel a wisp of sword qi swimming in it.

He couldn't help but be a little moved, but he quickly calmed down and said, "What are we going to do next?"

Ulan Baatar finally did not continue to be silent, but his voice became extremely hoarse, like an old man in his seventies or eighties with asthma, and said, "Of course, I still go to Chang'an City." ”

The old priest frowned, his wrinkled skin even more tangled at the moment, like an old bark covered in scars, and it was clear that he did not approve of the idea, and he thought that this attempt was enough.

If they attack the city from elsewhere, and attack from inside and outside, maybe there will be a chance to capture another city.

The old priest didn't speak, but Ulaanbaatar had already guessed what he was thinking. Without moving, he added two pieces of dry firewood to the broken bonfire, and said: "Don't be naïve, if it weren't for someone in Daliang City to help us, do you really think that we, men on horseback, would be able to capture such a big border city? ”

"You mean?"

The old priest was slightly stunned, and he was suddenly a little frightened.

"Perhaps, we can capture Chang'an in the same way as we captured Daliang City. There is no way back, and if we want to live, then we can only move forward and hold the power of the world in our hands, and that's it. Of course, you are a master of breaking the army realm, and if you want to live, no one can stop you. ”

At this, he smiled self-deprecatingly and continued, "Just like I ran away in the daytime. ”

The old priest was silent for a moment, if there were really people planted by the barbarians in Chang'an City, then maybe there would really be a chance. But, how did a grassland man cultivate power in Chang'an City?

And when did Ulaanbaatar do these things?

He couldn't figure it out, but suddenly raised his head and said, "Do you feel ashamed?"

Ulan Baatar shook his head and said, "I was so scared that I only thought about escaping, and if I didn't escape, I would die under the sword, and then I realized that I was such a person who was afraid of death." ”

"You're scared too?"

The old priest laughed, not sarcastically, but more like he had discovered something extremely interesting.

"Anyone would be scared. ”

"Even you were frightened and fled, so if that swordsman from the Central Plains comes again, what should we do, flee like a dog?"

"No, kill him. ”

There was an undeniable firmness and unparalleled confidence in the tone.

Ulaanbaatar held a dead branch in his hand, kept stirring in the fire, and found a cooked potato, which was already a little mushy, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he reached out and took it out, and rubbed off the burnt black skin between his palms.

He won't run away again.

Ulan Baatar took small bites, and soon, endless tiredness came up from the depths of flesh and blood, and the most powerful man in the steppe soon fell asleep leaning against the tree.