The silver peak under the canopy is blue in snow, like flannel, overflowing with curling string sounds.

The majestic snow-capped mountains of Yakutia are long, imprinted in the deep eyes of the starry sky, and it overlooks the huge Tunguska steppe.

The fire sounded in the night, lined with dazzling bonfires.

The young prairie boy is waiting for a visitor from afar.

The sound of horses' hooves approached.

Sigh!

Horse neighing.

A man and a woman rolled over and dismounted.

These two are Li Chengxu and her sister-in-law Xian Yu Zishang.

A swarthy teenager excitedly ran over to pour a toast.

They believe that fine wine is the essence of food, the crystallization of grains, and take out the most precious food to offer, is to express the respect and love of the grassland herdsmen to the guests.

The Abul Shilang pours the wine in a golden cup and holds it on top of the long hata and sings the traditional toast of Tu Kedon.

"Drink the wine dry, pour it again, and don't get drunk tonight and don't return it......"

The fiery melody flutters in the night sky.

Li Chengxu was about to refuse.

"No, if you don't drink, you will be considered to look down on them and not want to be honest with them. ”

Xian Yu Zishang turned sideways slightly and whispered.

She took the glass from Abu's hand and dipped her ring finger in the direction of the heavens, the earth, and the furnace to show her respect to the gods of heaven, earth, and fire.

Li Chengxu immediately caught the wine, drew the gourd in the same way, and after receiving the wine, he also dipped the wine with his ring finger and lit it in the direction of the sky, the earth, and the stove.

In fact, you don't know how to drink or force it, but you can dip your lips to show that you accept the pure friendship of the grassland people.

But obviously, Li Chengxu didn't know, and his alcohol consumption was not bad, provided that he wanted to compare with the Han people.

"Egeqi, I'm going to kill you. ”

Abel Shilang said happily.

"You're you, you're Abul!"

Xian Yu Zishang recognized the swarthy young man in front of him, "Egeqi misses you too." ”

She took Abul's hand and looked her up and down, "Let Ege Qi see, they've grown so tall." ”

He touched his head as he spoke.

Abel pouted, "How many times have I said it, it won't be tall to touch your head." ”

Xian Yu Zishang smiled, "You're tall enough, I remember when you were a bare-assed person, and now Ege Qi has to look up at you." ”

seemed to talk about the young man's troubles, he opened the topic and glanced at the man next to Xian Yu Zishang, "Is this Egeqi's Bu Sigui?"

Xian Yu Zishang glanced at him, turned to Abel and said, "No, he's just a good friend of Egeqi." ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

Abel wasn't disappointed, and to be honest, he didn't like this good-looking man very much.

"What did he mean by that?"

Li Chengxu leaned over, just in time to smell the fragrance of her hair, and the tip of his nose shrugged.

Xian Yu Zishang didn't think much about it originally, but she rubbed her hair, but somehow she was provoked by this wrongdoer.

She blushed and said nonsense, "Just complimenting you on your good looks." ”

"Sister, come on, Aha has prepared something good for you!"

Abel waved his hand around a campfire not far away.

"Let's go. ”

People held hands and sang and danced around the bonfire.

Li Chengxu took her hand, he saw the appearance of Feiwu, and he thought about time at this moment.

Tired of jumping, sit on the grass and rest.

From time to time, someone comes forward to toast, not so much a toast as a fight.

Most of them are suitors of Xian Yu Zishang, and the grassland people don't understand the Han people's hair tie set, and they don't have so many ethical rules.

Like is like, just like the women that King Aamir Khan took a fancy to back then have always been robbed, this is a place where the strong are respected.

But when they saw Li Chengxu's fine skin and tender meat, and he was a guest from afar, they were afraid that something would go wrong, so they all remembered the trick of fighting wine, and wanted him to lose face in front of Xian Yu Zishang.

The men of the grassland are all good at drinking, and even women are not in the way of drinking three or five bowls of spirits.

Especially the people of the Agula tribe, Tu Kedong's totem is the majestic Yakutia Snow Mountain.

So they consider themselves to be the people of the mountains, and it is the snow-capped mountains of Yakutia that give them life.

Just a few bowls of wine, how to bring down the mountain.

Rao is Li Chengxu has an excellent amount of wine, but he can't stand such enthusiasm.

Xian Yu Zishang looked a little distressed, and another person stepped forward to toast, she glanced at it, and the person retreated boringly.

Not only because of her background, but also because of her strength.

Even though she hadn't seen her for years, the memories of those who had been her suitors were still vivid.

Alas, the past is unbearable.

"Abul. Xian Yuzi summoned the young man who was teasing the wolf cub on the side.

"Go and bring me a bowl of butter tea. ”

In fact, it is best to drink some sobering soup at this time, but the grassland people are good at drinking and rarely drink too much, even if they get drunk and fall to the ground, they will be woken up by the cool breeze in the middle of the night.

So, this does not require a decanting soup.

Xian Yu Zishang knows where there are ingredients, and she will make them herself. But she couldn't rest assured that Li Chengxu could not be relieved, so she could only ask Abel to bring butter tea to make it up.

Abel came over with a large bowl of butter tea and handed it to Xian Yu Zishang.

Li Chengxu took the butter tea from her hand and drank it, and a lot of tea flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Drink slowly. ”

Xian Yu Zishang gently patted his back, slowly turning into a top-down caressing.

But Li Chengxu only felt a hot pain in his throat.

At this moment, a strong man walked up and said in broken Chinese, "Ah Guta asked you to meet him." ”

Xian Yu Zishang recognized this as Bala, the Harada of the Temu clan of the Agula Division, Tukedong Baturu, who used to have a heart higher than the sky, and now that person's subordinate.

Bala made a steppe salute to the two.

Follow Bara to the familiar Golden Horde, on the left side of which still likes to hang a one-horned bull's head.

This is the tradition of Tu Kedong's older generation, the ox represents strength and perseverance, and the broken horn is to warn future generations that the golden horde may also turn into nothingness.

Of course, there is another way of saying that Tu Kedong is a criminal in Tengger, and the broken horn is Tengger's punishment for him.

Barak lifted the curtain, "King Khan is waiting for you inside." ”

Xian Yu Zishang thanked him and walked in.

Li Chengxu was stopped outside.

"He is the only one the king wants to see. ”

Xian Yu Zishang gave Li Chengxu a reassuring look and walked into the golden tent.

Biyi and Ming double phoenixes, want to perch on the golden tent full of incense.

The Golden Horde is nine zhang nine long and five zhang five wide, and is known as the ninety-five supreme of the Han people.

At the front is a low table made of golden silk nanmu, which is not exquisitely carved, but it is very sleek and ruddy.

On the far left side of the table, there will always be three knives———— two ring knives, and one short knife.

The ring knife was a gift from his Abu when he sacrificed to Dongmu.

It was also the ring knife he used when he first dug the bear hole.

"As the old saying goes: If the ghost beats the pawn, take two or three inches of burnt powder, water clothes, and waist knives. ”

The scabbard of the short knife is inlaid with an emerald and is of excellent color, about the size of a finger.

The scabbard was also engraved with fourteen Sari Lang, fourteen being Tu Kedong's lucky number.

There are fourteen holes on the body of the knife, which are very small apart, and the handle of the knife is engraved with stars, which is the starry sky of the steppe.

He gave the knife a fancy name, Thousand Kills.

Although Qian Ji had never been stained with blood, Ah Guta wiped it with parchment paper from time to time.

There is a wood carving on the right, the eagle is carved, nothing unusual, but it is an old object, some feelings, probably reluctant, so it has been placed, all dust, obviously he does not like this wood carving.

In the center is a roasted whole sheep, which can be enjoyed for several hours with a particular bone, and behind him is the totem of Tu Kedong - the majestic Yakutia Snow Mountain.

Xian Yu Zishang bowed slightly, and it was a Han ceremony.

Ah Guda did not raise his head, pulled out a piece of mutton and cut it into his mouth, chewed it and tasted it slowly, his posture was very elegant, if it weren't for a grassland robe and a few small braids, everyone would think that this was a noble son of the Han people.

He has nine braids, which is exquisite.

Only warriors in the Agula tribe are worthy of having braids, and most of the steppe sons will have one after successfully completing the sacrifice to Dongmu, and the more braids there are, the higher the status and the more noble the person.

It is rumored that King Aamir Khan had a full eleven braids.

Abul Shilang has always wanted his own braids, which is one of the reasons why he is so interested in sacrificing Dongmu.

Xian Yu Zishang walked forward and did not go, but bowed slightly again, and it was still Han Li.

Ah Guda had actually seen it a long time ago, and he frowned, but quickly stretched, picked up the delicate tea cup and took a sip.

Continue to bury his head in cutting a piece of mutton and stuff it into the heaviest, although he uses Qianji as a cutlery, this does not mean that Qianji is a blunt knife, on the contrary, he is very sharp.

After a cup of tea, Xian Yuzi wanted to salute again, but heard the person on the seat say, "Sit down." ”

It was a familiar voice that she hadn't heard for a long time, still so gentle, like a spring breeze and like autumn rain.

She sat on the animal skin cushion, soft, not stinging, she was a little afraid to confirm, so she touched it, and her heart had a bottom, but more moved.

He still remembered that Xian Yu Zishang thought of it like this.

"You said that the wool cushion smells strong and the cowhide is too cold, so I went to the Yakutia Snow Mountain to make a cushion of snow bear hair for you, try it quickly, is it comfortable?"

She had such a phrase in her mind.

This man is always so gentle and so attentive.

Ah Guda wiped his lips with a handkerchief, poured some wine on Qianji, and carefully wiped it with parchment.

"Are the Han people used to living?"

"If you want to marry a chicken, marry a chicken and a dog, and you can't talk about whether you are used to concubines or not?"

Xian Yu Zishang replied.

"King Khan?" Ah Gu put down the thousand kills, and the oil stains on the knife were not wiped clean.

"A good one to marry a chicken and a dog to marry a dog, a good concubine, you have learned a lot of the rules of the Han people. ”

Ah Gu snorted coldly, his tone obviously a little displeased.

"What are you doing this time?"

Aguda picked up the knife again and wiped it.

"Borrowed soldiers. ”

"For what?"

"Kill someone. ”

Xian Yu Zishang tried her best to make her speak plainly, but when she remembered that incident, she hated to skin that person alive.

"Do you think I'm going to lend you Tu Kedong's warriors to kill Tengger's people? ”

Ah Guda was not surprised, he got up, slowly walked to Xian Yu Zishang, and walked Qian Ji on her cheek.

Xian Yu Zishang's expression was calm.

"You're not afraid?"

She didn't answer, just blinked.

"Qianji has never drunk blood, so let's take your sacrificial knife today. ”

Ah Guda licked his lips, a little evil.

"You're not going to do that. ”

Xian Yu Zishang was not flustered, on the contrary, she wanted to laugh.

"Isn't it a good thing that you're so confident in yourself?"

Ah Guda fiddled with Qianji, and the corners of his mouth were full of playfulness.

"I'm not confident in myself, I'm confident in you," Xian Yuzi is worthy of being a grassland woman, bold but careful," this snow bear hair mat says it all. ”

"Ahh

The unbridled laughter echoed throughout the Golden Tent, and Li Chengxu outside the tent was a little worried, and wanted to break through, but was blocked by the Barra Mountain-like body.

"It is worthy of Tu Kedong's bloodline, and it is worthy of being my Bone's forehead. ”

Who would have thought that Xian Yu Zishang would be a member of the Tu Kedong clan of the Agula Division.

In fact, she is surnamed Xianyu with Eji, and her Eji is the most beautiful woman on the grassland, with countless suitors, and her own Abu is naturally one of them.

But her Eji didn't look down on Abu at first, and as for why they were together later, some people say that Abu snatched Ejiqiang.

This was not uncommon in the grasslands, and Xian Yu became the target of public criticism at that time.

Eji is the last one who is immortal in the bloodline.

Most of the sons in the Agoura tribe liked her only because of her beauty, but they looked down on her because of her last name, especially after that incident.

"Bing, I won't borrow any of you, and I won't help you repay you, but I will bring you people. ”

Ah Gu meditated back to the animal skin cushion, "You are a citizen of Tengger, and you have Tu Kedong's blood in your body, but more importantly, you are my Ah Guda's forehead, my father is ashamed of you, and the people look down on you, but so what, now I am the heaven here, and I am their Tengger!"

"Aha ......"

She was really moved, her nose was sour, and his Aha would still protect her as he did when he was a child, just like he would rush out and block her in front of him at that time.

Xian Yu Zishang screamed very quietly, but with Ah Guda's ear power, he was very relieved, and his heart that had calmed down for a long time was then rippling.

"In a few days, it's time to sacrifice Dongmu, and I let Abel participate. ”

Ah Guda said flatly.

"He's sixteen years old, so it's time to participate. ”

Xian Yu Zishang clearly remembered that Abel was a milk doll who could only cry when she was a child, and now in a blink of an eye, she was going to participate in the sacrifice of Dongmu.

She would have been even more surprised if she knew that Abel could kill a wolf with his bare hands.

There were some things he didn't want to do, so he poured some more wine, lowered his head and continued to wipe the blade.

Xian Yu Zishang looked at it for a while and said, "I've said it many times, this knife is not so clean." ”

She took the handkerchief from her bosom and motioned for Akuda to hand over the knife.

He was stunned and handed it over.

She took the knife, put it to her mouth, took a hot breath, and wiped it with a handkerchief. Then he sprinkled some mare's milk on the knife and wiped it again, and so on several times.

Knife, shiny tile.

"It's still you who wipe well, you have been the cleanest since you were a child. ”

Aguda took the knife, looked at it, and smiled, like a child with a favorite thing.

Xian Yu Zishang looked at him like that, as if everything had returned to his childhood, to the blue sky, to the endless Tunguska steppe......

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