Bala Toast was a little puzzled, looked at him and asked, "The Damascus scimitar is invincible in the world, just with the knife on your body, I don't believe it." ”

Ou Xuzi said: "Yes, although the weapons of the Song army on the battlefield are excellent, they are no match for the Damascus scimitar, this kind of knife can cut the samurai's steel helmet in half without curling the blade, and can meet the empty silk scarf into two pieces, its sharpness is incomparable, but compared with my knife, it is too far behind." ”

Bala Toast said, "Okay, then let's try to see whose knife is sharper." ”

Ou Xuzi waved his hand and said: "Slow down, Lord Tusi, I didn't come to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, I came for dozens of villagers to ask you for help......"

Bala Tusima replied, "If you win, your fellow villagers will be able to settle down here." ”

Ou Xuzi said: "A gentleman's word?"

"It's hard to chase the horse, what if you lose?" said Bala Toast in hot pursuit.

"I, Ou Xuzi, are at your disposal. ”

"Okay, rejoice, beat the drums. Bala Toast yelled.

"Knock knock knock ......", the drum was beaten, and the sound resounded through the sky. Mongolians like to fight in the arena, banquet competitions are commonplace, the department of the day Gude relied on his height and strength, holding a steel knife to force over, Ou Xuzi took a few steps back, slowly grasped the handle of the knife, as the blade gradually unsheathed, the cold light was cold, and the surroundings suddenly became cold as ice. Bu Rigude also took a few steps back in horror, and his face had turned pale.

Not only him, but the soldiers around Ou Xuzi all dodged one after another, and Bala Toast was even more stunned, staring at the treasure knife in Ou Xuzi's hand, and he didn't dare to come out.

Zhan Lu came out, the cold light rose, shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods, Ou Xuzi "Keng" pulled out the treasure knife and shook it in the wind, layers of knife light surging together, the knife qi swept through the air, leaving countless cold stars, and the hand holding the knife was trembling, not daring to attack.

Suddenly, the knife qi turned into a shooting star-like piercing knife and flew out, only to hear the stabbing sound of metal cracking, and the Damascus scimitar in Bu Rigud's hand had been broken into two and fell to the ground, the tip of the knife was inserted into the ground, and it shook a few times unwillingly.

Everyone was stunned, and there was no sound.

Ou Xuzi slowly collected the treasure knife and said, "I won." ”

Bala Toast opened his mouth and asked, "Ou, Mr. Ou, what kind of knife are you holding?"

Ou Xuzi replied softly: "The more thorny the hook is, the more pure Jun Zhanlu." ”

"Zhanlu sword, I've only heard of Zhanlu sword, the number one sword in the world. Bala Toast couldn't help but shout.

Ou Xuzi replied disdainfully: "Zhan Lu has a sword and a sword, both of which were made by the ancestors. ”

Bu Ri Gude and Steward Chi Na also stared at the treasure knife, and they both showed surprised looks.

Bala Toast looked at Ou Xuzi again and asked, "You, who are you?"

"Ou Xuzi, after the sword ancestor Ou Zhizi. ”

Bala Toast was stunned for a long time, and suddenly strode down the stands to Ou Xuzi with both hands and fists and said: "After the Sword Ancestor, the Chinese gods, no wonder the swallow entered the house yesterday, the magpie called the branch, it is really a noble person, forgive me for being disrespectful, slacking off, come here, set up a banquet, today I want to treat Mr. Ou well." ”

In the lavishly decorated yurt of Tusi Mansion, a sumptuous table of wine and food has been set.

The tent yurt, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is magnificently gold-roofed, covered with yellow satin, and decorated with a navy green tassel canopy, with a thick carpet on the floor, frames and posters hanging on all sides. A Buddha table is placed on the northwest side, and a Buddha statue and a Buddhist shrine are placed on it. On the walls are hung bridles, chews, shackles, whips, brushes, and other objects.

In the middle of the room was a huge mahogany table, and in the middle of the table, on a huge wooden plate, was a whole roast lamb with bright yellow color, crispy skin and tender meat. It is surrounded by plates of white milk skin and cheese.

In order to show respect for the guests, Ou Xuzi and Renji both sat due north, and the China butler, the centurion Rigude and several figures with heads and brains in the house sat from the west from top to bottom in turn, and everyone sat cross-legged on one leg, and Ou Xuzi also followed the local customs.

For distinguished guests according to the Mongolian custom, the host should be at the door to greet him, but Bala Tusi has a different identity, so naturally he will not greet him personally, these things have been replaced by the China butler, when the China butler asked Ou Xuzi to take off the treasure knife, Ou Xuzi shook his head, and he did not insist.

Bala Toast has not yet arrived, and the yurt looks polite and happy on the surface, but in fact, everyone thinks about it, only the milk tea poured by the Mongolian girl in the silver glittering bowl exudes a mellow smell. It gives the house a little human touch.

What Renci now admires about Ou Xuzi is the five-body surrender, in the Heimahe township, the Tibetans have the lowest status, followed by the Uighurs, who are ruled and exploited by the Mongols. Tibetans also worship heroes, and in his eyes, Ouxuzi is comparable to the Tibetan mythological hero King Gesar.

For the Tibetan people, Gesar is their spiritual pillar, not only a national hero, but also a god in their hearts, a protector of the Dharma who protects people, brings them wealth, peace and good fortune. And Ou Xuzi easily subdued Bala Toast without blood, he is not a hero who is still a hero.