Summon players to expand territory for me

When his father Khan was young, he was a famous khan on the grassland. People in the small tribes below all looked up to him. Now that he is older, they still think that he is the majestic Shuote leader who responds to everyone.

Bayar concealed it very well. He was an ambitious and powerful man, otherwise Bayatouyan would not have entrusted him with the investigation of the Central Plains.

Bayar feels that the people from the Central Plains of the White Lotus Sect are useless. He has provided a lot of manpower, but so far he has not cultivated qualified medicine people. It seems that he will go to the Central Plains again when he has time.

Not far away, several other brothers of Bayar gathered around him like sharks that smelled fishy smell, and asked him with fake smiles. Bayar was thinking in his heart, but his face was kind and prevaricating. Looking at these brothers who are not easy to get rid of.

Baya Feng (cuo) is Baya Tuyan's favorite youngest son. Seeing his elder brother's vague words, his eyes flickered, pretending to be pity.

"Yes, Father Khan values ​​Aha (brother), and the only one who goes to the Central Plains is Aha. I have never been to the Central Plains anyway. I don't know whether what Aha said is true or not. I just hope that Aha doesn't take us for granted." Children coax.”

This is alluding to Bayar bullying them by not going to the Central Plains, not knowing the specifics, and fooling them.

Bayar felt the unkind eyes of the other brothers, and the hypocritical smile on his face almost failed him. He hated this annoying brother to death.

"Ba Ya'o, you are making your child lose your temper again. We Shuote warriors cannot act like women. This is indeed the case when we go to the Central Plains. I told my father the same thing. If you don't believe me, go ask your father." "

Naturally, they did not dare to ask their father. They looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

Bayar left without waiting for Bayar's retort: ​​"Aha, I still have things to do. Bayar, go play with your friends by yourself."

Are you treating him as a child who has not yet been weaned? ! Baya's teeth were itching with anger.

The other brothers came back to their senses and saw that he was defeated, and they were also gloating about his misfortune - this brother always pretended to be innocent and asked others to charge for him. They were not as smart as the other brothers, and they were often used as guns without knowing it. Today, too, Calculate the breath.

Bayar lost his temper when he returned to the tent, his eyes were gloomy - he must know what Bayar did when he went to the Central Plains! ! !

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"Are you saying that people from the Central Plains have come to our place?" Qiu Linzhao was wearing a sesame-shaped turban with the word Luowan, two gold rings of Taiyuan New Zealand silk on the back of his head, and a parrot green silk war robe. The waist is tied with a civil and military double-stranded crow-green sash, and the feet are worn with a pair of eagle-claw leather four-seam dry yellow boots.

He has a handsome and resolute face, wheat-colored skin, deep eye circles, a high nose bridge, and a pair of dark brown, sharp, wolf-like eyes. His hair is black and curly and draped around his body, with strings of jewelry or ribbons woven into his hair. , plus a few clusters of pigtails, which are particularly obvious on the black hair, a very typical appearance and dress of a foreigner.

"Yes, Taiji, but I didn't catch him," the subordinate replied.

Qiu Linzhao sat in the first place, but first he asked another person next to him who was much older than him and looked somewhat similar to him. He lowered his eyebrows and was very respectful.

"Father, what do you think?"

Qiu Linhong looked like an old beast that still contained huge power. He half-closed his eyes and leaned on the seat covered with thick animal skins. He didn't seem to care much about this matter.

"You are the future Hong Taiji, make up your own mind."

Qiu Linzhao just looked at his attitude. Seeing this, he nodded and said to his subordinates below.

"Strengthen the vigilance. If we can catch that Central Plains man and interrogate him! Then send some people to the Central Plains to inquire."

"Yes, Taiji!"

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Nurjia focused mainly on other grassland tribes that would also invade them. He knew that there were people from the Central Plains coming to the grassland, but he was not very concerned about it - they had even met the Central Plains people below.

As for the Dantu tribe, although they are called the Dantu tribe together, the small tribes below are scattered. Only for big things like robbing the Central Plains, will leaders organize their people specifically. They regard the Central Plains people as prey and do not take this matter seriously. Take it to heart.

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Ye Wuji wanted to take his apprentice back, but Ye Xiao refused to take any advice. No matter how hard Ye Wuji rubbed him, there was no movement. For this reason, Ye Wuji would have a (unilateral) quarrel with Ye Xiao almost every now and then.

On a sunny morning, Ye Wuji was sitting in the yard, apparently sulking.

Today, the players made an appointment for a dinner party. Players who had nothing to do came over in advance to arrange the arrangements. When they saw Ye Wuji, they all greeted Ye Wuji politely.

"Hello, Master!"

Ye Wuji snorted coldly: "Master, don't scream, I don't have so many disciples."

He glanced at Night Owl who was practicing his sword in the back, and snorted again, fearing that others would not know that he was angry with his apprentice. Everyone looked at each other and stopped asking for trouble, but it did not prevent them from whispering.

"Long Aotian": "Are you arguing with Ye Xiao again?"

"Frankenstein": "Night Owl didn't say much, and I don't know how Master Ye got the energy."

"Watching the chess without saying a word": "Sulking unilaterally?"

Seeing that this group of people had left like this, they didn't come to comfort him. Ye Wuji was blowing his beard and staring blankly - Master Ye usually called Master Ye to be affectionate, but now he couldn't even coax him! Just like that brat!

After Ye Xiao finished practicing his sword, he came over to drink water leisurely. In order to show his presence, Ye Wuji slapped his hand on the stone table, causing the tea set on the table to make a crisp sound.

"Do you still think of me as your master?!"

The other players in the yard were startled. After recovering, they consciously stood farther away, but they all secretly looked over here, burning with enthusiasm for eating melons at night.

Some also went to call "Pippi Shrimp".

When the "Pippi Shrimp" arrived, he had just made tea for the guests and had already poured a piece of it on the table.

"Pippi Shrimp":. . . . . . What's going on? ——It's okay to make a noise, why take his tea leaves to vent your anger?

"Pippi Shrimp" sighed, feeling that it was okay to leave it like this, so he stepped forward to clean it up silently.

Ye Xiao helped hold up the cup and looked at the master with a frown: "Master, what are you doing? Just tell your disciple clearly if you have anything to do."

Onlookers: Wow, I said a lot in one breath.

The "confrontation" here is very obvious. "Jianbing Gouzi" and the brothers Song Wenci and Liu Sinian noticed it as soon as they came over.

(Once a teacher, always a father. Ye Xiao was brought up by Ye Wuji. Suddenly he felt that calling him master was better than master. He started to change here. If he couldn’t change the previous ones, forget it.)