"The eighth in the world, the brother of the lord of the Golden Horde, the king of Jiuli, Wuyangu, commands the grassland cavalry, commands the Tiefutu, charges into battle and is invincible, and his status is roughly equivalent to that of General Wang Li of my Liyang. ”

"The ninth in the world, a hundred miles of Chaohua, this name has never been heard, I heard that a beautiful folding knife, it is actually the ancestor of Huangshan who squeezed down from the top ten positions in the world, it should not be underestimated. ”

"A hundred miles to Chaohua. Dugu Qiu also nodded and said, "Baili is not a big surname, what sect and faction this new master comes from, there should be news soon." ”

"Didn't the ancestor of Huangshan originally rank ninth, even if he was squeezed down, wouldn't he still have a tenth position in the world, how could he fall out of the top ten?"

"Brother Li doesn't know, there may be changes in the world's martial arts list in the past, but this tenth position has never changed. ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo was also interested and asked, "What is this?"

"Brother Li has heard of Taixuanlou?"

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo nodded, and met two female assassins from Taixuanlou before going to Benlei Villa a few days ago.

"Taixuanlou has a killer list, and the most famous one at present is Mr. Cao, who ranks second on the killer list, a master of the Xuanche Upper Realm, and he is also famous for his assassination, if he wants to kill you, even if you are the legendary master of breaking the army realm, your scalp will be numb. And the number one character on the killer list is even more mysterious, it is said that even Taixuanlou doesn't know who he is, whether he is a man or a woman, and even if there is such a person in the world, some people even think that this is Taixuanlou's trickery, but that's it, Tianji Pavilion is not good at assessing his strength, so he has to keep the tenth position in the world and leave it empty. ”

In the Central Plains, even in the most depressed Fenghua Prefecture, idle people and idle chivalrous guests can talk freely in this hotel, although life is urgent, but it is not difficult.

The sun sets in the west, and the earth is yellow.

The grassland is not like the land of the Central Plains, where no grain can be grown.

The setting sun gilded the white clouds with a layer of pale gold, and the clouds scattered and changed under the blowing of the wind, and the lions, tigers, and dragons loomed in the clouds, of course, these were only visible to Ulan Baatar alone, and the sunset in the west showed a touch of blood red, and the curling smoke slowly rose in front of the camp until it was about to touch the clouds.

The mutton in front of him dripped golden oil and water under the scorching fire, he was very bored, bored alone sitting here looking at the clouds in the sky, the new king said that he wanted to build a city on the grassland, a city where the people of the grassland did not wander around, it was really a very ambitious monarch.

That day, Ulan Baatar said this, in front of all the nobles, Ulan Baatar was not a nobleman, and his parents were not nobles, but ordinary herdsmen, so today he did not have to sit in the big tent behind him to discuss with the new king how to divide the herdsmen, cattle, sheep and pastures among the generals.

"Battle, the king said that he would build a city on the steppe, a very big city. What is a castle? ”

Ulan Baatar was stunned, looking at the seven or eight-year-old child in front of him, thin and small, with a pair of blue eyes exactly the same as his father, yes, what is the city like, Ulan Baatar has never left the grassland in his life, and even a better tent has only recently started to live, I heard that there are many cities in the Central Plains.

"The castle must be one of those very big, immovable tents. ”

"Won't move?"

"yes, it won't move. ”

"Aren't we going to live in one place for a long time?"

A look of horror flashed across the boy's face.

"yes. ”

"But my father said that if the men on the prairie stopped, they would die. ”

The young man's voice was slightly raised, faintly sharp.

"Yes, stay in one place, we will all die, and if we continue like this, the whole grassland will die. ”

When Ulan Baatar said this, even he didn't expect why his tone was so calm, and he almost didn't recognize himself when he was calm.

"Then why does the king still want to build a city, we don't want a city, we want to live!"

"The king came back from a study tour in a place called the Central Plains, he is a very learned person, the kings of the Central Plains have a city, maybe he also wants a city. ”

"What is learning?"

"Why do you have so many questions. Ulan Baatar was a little impatient, but he still answered the child's question, "Learning, probably knows a lot of things." ”

"But isn't Battle the man who knows the most in the steppe? You can talk to the gods, we will die if we have a city, but the king still wants the city, and the king is a fool!"

When Ulan Baatar heard this, he suddenly laughed, a little distracted, and his thoughts went back to ten years ago, when he was still learning witchcraft with the old priest, and everyone knelt far away when he sacrificed to the heavens, but only the old priest was there at that time, covered with silver ornaments, wielding a sacrificial knife in his hand, his steps were vague and seemed to fall, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he sang songs that only the priest could understand in that strange and incomprehensible tone.

But only Ulan Baatar knew that the old priest reached out and grabbed the wine cup on the altar at that time, and secretly drank two sips from time to time, and the sacrificial text in his mouth was also wrong, and he only thought that his teacher was a liar, but it was only later that he found out that his teacher was the most learned person in the whole steppe, and not this king who had returned from the Central Plains, he had already known everything, but he was unwilling to tell the cruel truth.

He stood up, his thin body didn't look like a prairie man at all, but the young man felt that he was unusually tall at the moment, as if he was going to poke a hole in this world.

Ulan Baatar gently touched the child's head and said with a smile: "You are so smart, Fourth Prince, the man in the tent is an idiot. ”

The child pushed Battle's hand away and said, "Battle, I am no longer the fourth prince, my father was killed by the people of Yetu, and now Heru and his brothers are the princes. ”

Ulan Baatar looked at the child's somewhat gray eyes, laughed dryly, and said, "Yes, I almost forgot, you are no longer the fourth prince, and you will not be the fourth prince in the future." ”

"But you'll be king. ”

"But Herensa is the king now, and even if he dies in the future, he will be succeeded by Heru. ”

Ulan Baatar was not looking at the child, there was a high-pitched whistling of an eagle in the sky, piercing the golden cracked stone, squinting at the golden tent hundreds of zhang away, which was made of the fur of a golden yak, with a diameter of nearly 100 meters alone, and only the king of the tribe was qualified to live in the entire grassland.

"Then let's do it. ”

"Go kill him!"

Ulan Baatar took the young Tuoba Lie's hand and slowly walked towards the golden tent, and the guards outside the door looked at the dark-skinned young man in his twenties, all looking at each other, they knew who the two people opposite were.

Especially Ulan Baatir, his status is extremely noble, but it is their duty to guard the tent, and if they let people in at this time, they will die.

But they still didn't draw their swords, they just stretched out their hands to stop them, but it was precisely because they didn't draw their swords that although they flew dozens of feet away, they fell to the ground lightly and unscathed.

Ulan Baatar always held Tuoba Lie's hand, without any superfluous movements, just moving forward.

Herensa and the nobles full of tents looked at Ulan Baatar in front of them in shock, but Ulan Baatar didn't have them in his eyes, as if there was nothing in those eyes.

In the seventeenth year of Jingde, the new king of the Tuoba Department of the Golden Horde Court had just succeeded to the throne for a month, and was pinched to death by the high priest of the royal court, the master who ranked third in the martial arts list, and on the same day, Tuoba Lie, who was only eight years old, succeeded to the throne.