Yan Yuanji can not be called a city or a county or a village or town, she is just a large lake fishing sea near the east bank of the nomadic trade market, with a vast open space as the center, surrounded by nearly a hundred irregularly distributed tents, all kinds of colors, colorful, wonders. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Yang Yi arrived, the open space was full of people, noisy and lively, looking at his costumes, mainly Khitan, Mo, Turkic, and other ethnic groups, as for other races, Yang Yi could not recognize them. These people, both men and women, are dressed up in a festive atmosphere.

At this time, the various ethnic groups outside the Seychelles are really a portrayal of barbarism and bestiality.

Saiwai is a wild place. Not only did the tribe nest in the trees, but there were also hidden burrows, or mud mixed with the blood of cattle and sheep to build houses.

There are also brothers who share wives or treat guests with wives.

This is also the reason why so many emperors of small countries outside the Saiwai, or the leaders or khans of various tribes on the steppe, admired the Central Plains culture very much and often visited the Central Plains.

During the prosperity of the Great Sui Dynasty, the royal families and tribal chiefs of the countries outside the Saiwai countries competed to learn the language and writing of the Central Plains, and the morality and etiquette of the East and the prosperity of the market were unimaginable to them.

As long as they see the beauty of China in the Central Plains, any country will feel ashamed of itself, and once the country's military force is strong enough to destroy the Central Plains China State, the deformed factors that are born to destroy good things will prompt them to constantly attack the land of the Central Plains.

This kind of attack is partly for survival, and most of it is coveting and yearning from the heart.

If you can't get it, destroy it!

This is very similar to the thinking of a small Oriental country in later generations.

Throughout history, the entire Chinese nation has spent its time in the history of defending against foreign attacks, and is basically in a passive defensive position, and there are very few active offensive behaviors, and even if there are offensive behaviors, it is also an outbreak after being bullied for a long time.

This is the difference between the farming people and the steppe peoples.

This is also the reason for the construction of the Great Wall.

There is no need to argue which side is righteous and which side is evil.

History is the best illustration of this.

The timing of Yang Yi's arrival was very coincidental, it was the day of their transaction, and this situation would continue for more than ten days, with people coming and leaving.

Men and women, both men and women, carried bows and knives on their backs, and sat on horseback as if they were sitting in chairs. Different nationalities have different dialects, clothing, and dress, which dazzle people and make them a mess.

There are not only ordinary herdsmen who come here to trade, but also more chiefs, local tyrants and bullies, but everyone acts according to the rules, bargains, and does not see the situation of bullying the weak.

There are no other Han people in the market, so Yang Yi is extraordinarily eye-catching, but he has not yet been interrogated.

In addition to all kinds of livestock, cowhides, sheepskins, deerskins, local wine, utensils, etc., there are also silk, ceramics, etc., which are dizzying and eye-opening.

Suddenly, someone shouted beside him, and Yang Yi followed the sound.

The speaker was a large man on a horse, with long hair and a shawl, a round hat made of wolf skin, a cowhide elbow, a beardless, short-sleeved blouse, a brass belt at the waist, and long boots with leggings, and he was looking at the two men with eyes the size of steel bells.

Yang Yi remembered the dresses of the various ethnic groups that Ren Jun introduced to him at that time, and when he saw his long hair and shawl, he knew that this person should be from Murowei, but he didn't know which clan he came from.

According to Ren Jun's guidance, the people of Murowei take off their hats as a respect when they meet friends or want to show goodwill.

The big man in front of him didn't take off his hat to salute, he spoke so loudly, and his eyes were even more fierce, and he looked like he was deliberately finding fault.

Yang Yi was overjoyed, he was worried that he couldn't find a reason to do something with these foreigners, and now this reason found him so actively.

The people nearby were crowded with goods, and the noise was loud and loud, so even though the big man of the room was like thunder, it did not attract attention.

The big man of the room pointed at Yang Yi's horse and roared loudly, and in the depths of his eyes full of fierce light, a touch of greed was irrepressibly revealed.

Yang Yi has already understood, it turns out that this big man has taken a fancy to his yellow horse.

He looked at the big man and said softly in Turkic dialect: "This horse is not for sale, get out!"

Today's Turkic dialect is indeed the most popular language in the entire grassland, and after hearing Yang Yi's words, the big man on the opposite side of the room Wei was even more fierce, and he actually pulled out his waist knife, rode his horse forward, and slashed at Yang Yi.

The sword wind is whirring, full of might.

Exclamations erupted, and pedestrians ducked.

"Poof!"

There seemed to be a flash of blue light, and then a soft sound came out, and the person and horse who were rushing towards Yang Yi suddenly split into two pieces, blood splattered, and viscera gushed out.

Yang Yi's halberd stretched out diagonally, looked at the Murwei people who were split in half by his halberd, and sighed softly: "Why bother!"

The noise and screams all around became even more intense.

In the distance, warriors began to rush out of the camp tent on the hillside, shouting and rushing towards Yang Yi.

A warrior shouted in Turkic dialect: "Where are you a barbarian? Don't you dare to kill people in the street and don't want to live?"

At this time, because when Emperor Yang of Sui was alive, he fought with the grassland forces several times, which made the entire grassland people extremely hostile to the Han people, although these warriors asked him, but the sabers in their hands were mercilessly slashed at him, and there was no idea of interrogating the reason for the battle.

The murderous aura in Yang Yi's eyes suddenly rose, and he suddenly let out a long roar, "Where is Ma Ji, dirty hands?"

His words were shouted with extreme internal force, and it was really three points louder than the thunder, and several samurai who rode horses on the opposite side rushed towards him as if they were rammed by the siege hammer, and even the people and horses flew up, and the people were in mid-air, and large fragments of internal organs had been spewed out of their mouths, and they had died before they landed.

The rest of the samurai were also shocked to the bone and numb, and together with the mounts under their crotch, they spurted blood and fell unconscious.

The roar was like rolling thunder, and it couldn't help but echo in the entire Yan Yuan Collection, and hundreds of people who traded on the entire Yan Yuan Collection were stunned by his roar.

The chaotic market suddenly became dead silent.

Yang Yi rode his horse towards the camp on the hillside in front of him.

The tents of the various tribes seem to be crowded together, and only by looking closely can you know that these tents are according to the belonging of their respective tribes, and the tents of each group are kept at a distance that will not be misunderstood.

The real big transactions in this bazaar are carried out in huge tents, and the good hands of various ethnic groups are stationed in the tents to deal with all kinds of provocations and battles, and the Turks who rushed towards Yang Yi just now should be used to maintain the order of the bazaar.

The yellow horse's four hooves stepped on the gentle grass without making a sound, and it slid down the hillside as if its four hooves did not touch the ground.

A soft voice came from one of the largest tents in the center of the hillside, "Mr. Yang, I wonder what you're looking for Maggie?"

Although this person's Chinese words are round and magnetic, although they are not yet masked, they already give people a feeling that "this person must be extremely extraordinary".

Yang Yichang smiled and said, "You are Ma Ji?

As he spoke, Huang Ma was getting closer and closer to these tents, and Yang Yi had already heard the subtle and even breathing sound coming from the dozens of huge tents in front of him, and he sensed it carefully, afraid that there would be no two or three thousand people.

Only the samurai who fought for a long time could have this almost the same rhythm of breathing, and there were thousands of samurai hidden in the tents where they traded, and these tents were never used for business.

It seems that these people have been waiting for themselves here for many days, otherwise they would not have been so coincidental when they first arrived here, and they encountered a mutual market that only happened once in a few days.

The yellow horse suddenly stopped.

Yang Yi's bow and arrow appeared in his hand at some point, and he didn't answer, bent his bow and arrow, and shot it out suddenly.

"Whoosh"

In just an instant, dozens of feathered arrows were shot into the camp tent by him.

(To be continued.) )