Lanshan Snow

Xuexian kept pushing forward rapidly, showing no sign of stopping, Tashimu let out a low growl, grabbed the handle of the knife, and was about to draw it.Bata Chihan pressed his shoulder, pressed back the scimitar that was unsheathed one inch, stepped forward by himself, and raised the silver bowl towards the snow wave that was rushing straight.

In an instant, the rushing snow waves slapped on everyone, and the snow was mixed with the smell and blood of the pack of wolves.

Almost everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Even far away, the yurts on the main square of Shengxue Mountain felt the vibration at this moment.

Snow poured into the silver bowl, and the splashed wine and blood splashed on Batachihan's resolute face. He didn't move an inch, and faced the galloping cavalry: "Salazamu! Ukulunbal!"

Wan Qi braked suddenly, and Xue Teng rolled up a white tide of sea waves ten feet high, and the two sides could not be seen through the snow and fog, only the large tumbling wolf flags and the gate of the village with the head of the deer hanging high were left clearly.Tashimu gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and stood behind Bata Chihan, his muscles and bones riveted like a leopard.

There was no answer from the other side, Bata Chihan held up the silver bowl and remained motionless.

The strange stalemate lasted for a moment.

When the snow and fog gradually fell, the silhouetted wolf leader got off his horse.

Bata Chihan can be considered a sturdy and tall warrior, but in front of the wolf tribe, who is nearly one foot tall and looks like a red copper giant, Prince Tujumu, he is like a child and an adult.The upper body of Prince Tumu Mu was only wearing a colored woven vest, his bright red muscles were full of vigor, and he was steaming in the freezing weather.

He walked with heavy steps, with two huge axes as tall as a person straddling his waist, and looked down at Bata Chihan, who could be lifted with one hand.

Reach out.

Whoa!

Tashimu took a sharp step forward.

With a bang, Tu Wu threw the empty silver bowl aside, and the silver bowl hit the machete inserted on the ground, making a crisp and muffled sound.

He turned around and roared at his people: "Salazamu! Ukulumba!!!"

Following his roar, the wolf cavalry turned over and plunged their swords into the snow.Tashimu glanced at Bata Chihan out of the corner of his eye. Bata Chihan, whose face was splashed with blood wine, looked cold, turned sideways, and signaled everyone to get out of the way.The bronze-like figure of the abrupt wood prince passed in front of him, the metal badge on his body jingling.

Followed by a blood wolf rider with braided fur.

They are the most elite cavalry of the Canglang tribe, directly subordinate to the prince who will inherit the position of tribe leader in the future.

Rarely—

"Wait!" Tashimu stretched out his hand and stopped a small group of people from the Central Plains whose stature was obviously different from that of the Canglang tribe, and said coldly, "This is the Pantheon Festival in our snowfield. What does it mean that your tribe brought outsiders here? "

The abrupt wooden prince at the front stopped.

"I heard that Luo Boer of your tribe held a felt ceremony with a foreigner," he said in a low voice, but it spread far away, "then our Canglang tribe brought some businessmen from the Central Plains to participate in the Pantheon Festival. It's not a big deal, is it?"

As soon as Zhaximu stopped them, Bata Chihan immediately thought it was bad.

Sure enough, as soon as Tumumu said this, someone who was close to him immediately stopped the banquet and turned his head to look at the gate of the village—not to intermarry with foreigners is a customary law passed down from generation to generation of the Xueyuan tribe, and the hero king Kulunzaar unified After the various tribes, they wrote it into the code of stone carvings.

The Xueyuan tribe's rejection, hatred, and discrimination against the Central Plains people are deeply rooted.

Even the Tule tribe, whose attitude is relatively moderate, had never intermarried with foreigners before.

"What?" Prince Tumumu glanced eagle-eyed, "Are you going to drive out the outsiders from your own tribe first?"

Bata Chihan looked at each other coldly: "There has never been a rule that outsiders are not allowed to participate in the Pantheon Festival handed down from our ancestors."

He pressed Tashimu's arm.

"—let them in."

Several people from the Central Plains, under the eyes of all parties, walked into the Shengxue Mountain Plain, which was starting to stir.As the wolf tribe began to set up their tents, the atmosphere in the camp became majestic. With the feud of the Tule tribe, the wolf, who is also one of the powerful tribes in the snow field, arrived, and the feast of not talking about business was essentially has been declared over.

Everyone has no intention to indulge in drinking and having fun.

They all began to think about which plain to drive their cattle, horses and sheep to.

Although All Gods Day requires everyone to put down their scimitars, clan disputes are inevitable.After all, on the snow field, there is an old saying, "There are only so many aquatic plants, if you feed the white sheep, you must starve the gazelle to death."

In the next few days, the exchanges between the big tents became closer and more intricate.

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The snow hit the taut tent roof, making a crackling sound.

"Saluzha, Namu, Luohubi, Boshiaga..." Prince Tumumu sat cross-legged by the copper stove, with a silver cup filled with roast mutton and mare's milk placed in front of him. The head of the family, Shen Fangzhuo, sat across from him, "The Tuci Flower Department and the Beshnalu Department are still hesitating."

Shen Fangzhuo poured the mare's milk into the silver cup, and asked with a smile: "Their appetites must be too good. The Heyuan on the edge of Chama and the Silk Road can't be full?"

"They want it," Prince Tumumu didn't have the recklessness and violence of throwing wine in public at this time, playing with the wine glass, "but they are afraid."

"I would like to hear the details." Shen Fangzhuo cupped his hands.

"Tule, take away the sacred snow mountain from our wolf, and the hero king Kurunzaar will leave his strongest power under the holy mountain." The metal wine glass in the hand of the abrupt wood was crushed and crumpled, "They think , Someone in Thule has mastered that power."

Shen Fangzhuo suddenly thought of the name "Luo Boer" he mentioned at the gate of the village.

Can't help but feel a little disapproving, "Bo'e" is synonymous with shaman in Xueyuan, and it is a respectful title for wizards.Born in a family, Shen Fangzhuo has always looked down upon the shamanism in the snowfield - he has seen the battlefield left over from the forest massacre, but it is not difficult for the powerful monks in the Central Plains to move mountains and seas.

As long as the gate of the snowy region is opened, what is there to be afraid of such a mere spell?

"In that case..." Shen Fangzhuo pondered for a moment, then asked suddenly, "If it's small, it's not a bad idea. The Bashnalu tribe has always been in conflict with the Hanli tribe, isn't it?"

Prince Tuwumu kneaded the silver ball, thinking for a moment: "Hanli's bones are entangled with ours, in the Luosha River area..."

Shen Fangzhuo secretly scolded the barbarian Tumumu for being greedy and shameless. Even though the Shen family promised so many benefits, they even asked the Shen family to pay for the loss of their pasture delivery. , but the Qin family in Zhongzhou and the Shen family are close friends by marriage. The Shen family is willing to lobby the Qin family to jointly operate a silk merchant in Shuangyuan with the nobles."

While talking, the blood cavalry who inquired about the news came back.

After listening to the report, Mu Mu's expression darkened.

He looked at Shen Fangzhuo and asked, "Mr. Shen, didn't you guarantee that the young master of the first family would absolutely hate Tuleboe? Why did my people say that he called Tuleboe' Hu Gecuo himself?" '?"

Before receiving Dongzhou's reply, they tried several times, hoping to let Young Master Qiu "unfortunately die" first.But after several attempts, nothing was achieved except that the secret agents who worked so hard to plant in the Thule tribe lost all their troops.They had to hold back and turn to other preparations.

——If Qiu Bodeng was here, he would realize that the days when An Xi missed his hand coincided with the days when the Thule wizard took him to Harvey Balinhai.

For the Canglang tribe, the Shen family and the families behind the Shen family, the remaining plans are all related to the young master of the Chou family.

To be more precise, it has something to do with the attitude of the enemy's young master towards Thule.

Faced with Prince Tumu's persecution, Shen Fangzhuo didn't take it seriously.

"What's the point of 'Hu Gecuo'? He wants to live, why can't he shout out?" Shen Fangzhuo sneered, not concealing his contempt. There are many such things in aristocratic families-those ladies and ladies of Zhenlie, the family Defeated, who didn't desperately serve the new Patriarch.

It can only be said that this young master of the enemy family is not as thorough as a dandy, and knows how to endure humiliation to save his life.

"I assure you," Shen Fangzhuo smiled, "the one who can't wait to tear that Tule's body into pieces is the young master of the enemy."

— Not to mention the young master who was loved and raised by the first family of the Immortal Sect, any child from an aristocratic family could endure this kind of humiliation.

Du Mu's expression slightly changed, he actually didn't really believe the news reported by his subordinates.After all, the Canglang tribe has the most dealings with the Central Plains family, and they are well aware of their disgust and contempt for each other.

"However," Shen Fangzhuo said again, "you still have to be on guard."

The young master of the Chou family is just a dude with no abilities, and when he fell into the hands of the Tule wizard, even Hu Gecuo could shout it out, and he was only average in courage.If he is under the control of the Thule wizard and comes out to intervene... Then Yanheyi is a swordsman who concentrates on hands and minds, and I'm afraid things will change.

After pondering for a moment, Shen Fangzhuo turned sideways and whispered something to Tumu.

Soon, the feast of Ayabatu, which was not about business affairs, was held on the last day, and the flags planted at the gate of the village had become densely forested. After Tashimu recorded the list of tribes that did not attend the meeting, the gate of the village was slowly closed.Through the fence, Thule's warriors and the wolf Yuqi stationed at the foot of the holy snow mountain looked at each other coldly.

The square of the plain camp.

Piles of bonfires began to retreat outwards.

Witnessed by all the tribes, the Bagayu tribe, which held the Pantheon Festival last time, handed over the golden code passed down by the hero king Kurunzaar to the chief of the Tule tribe.

"Salazamu! Ukulunbar!" All the tribes shouted in unison.

It means that, under the witness of all gods, Xue Yuan's brothers and sisters resolved their disputes in the most peaceful way.

The cries were like thunder.

The Pantheon Conference has begun.

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Decorated with colored silk, a rough and gorgeous tent stands in front of the holy mountain, as huge as a palace.Animal skins dyed with totems of various tribes fell down along the curved cloth wall, and were brilliantly illuminated by the bonfire inside.The space is huge, and Thule girls in costumes come and go with plates full of barbecue, berries, and goat's milk.

The drums kept beating and the bonfire was roaring.

Drums were played at the positions of each tribe, and the sound of the drums meant that something had been raised.

From time to time, girls and young men from various tribes jumped onto the martial arts platform in the middle and twirled and danced.

to ease the atmosphere.

In the time when there is no dancing, the martial arts platform becomes a place for warriors to duel. Fighting swords are banned, but if there is an issue that cannot be resolved, the blood feud tribe has the right to propose a trial by combat.Compared to fighting between the two clans, this is already the most peaceful solution.

In front of the gods, the defeated tribe can only accept the conditions proposed by the other party.

If they are defeated in the trial by combat of the Pantheon Society, but go back and violate the oath at the assembly, they will be attacked by all the tribes.

The Pantheon Conference is the place where all problems are solved.

It ranges from the redistribution of pastures between tribes to the small one of which tribe steals which tribe's cattle and sheep.

The issues raised involved more and more clans and the quarrels continued for longer and longer periods.

Twilight falls.

There was a heated argument inside the tent.

——Saltworks, mines, trade routes.

As soon as the three words were mentioned, the big tent suddenly became chaotic.In the past ten years, the Ten Thousand Gods Conference has repeatedly debated this issue, whether to establish a formal trade route, whether to open the Qingbai salt field and mine, whether to do business with the Central Plains family?

Just a matter of green and white salt, there are supporters, opponents, and neutrals.

Not to mention that there are those who only support the opening of Qingbai Salt, those who only support the opening of some mines, and those who oppose Qingbai Salt and only support caravans...

The meeting was chaotic and noisy.

Tashimu sat cross-legged next to Batachihan, listening to the sounds around him, feeling bored.Everyone knew very well that the quarrel at this moment was nothing, and nothing could be decided—none of the bronze drums of the several big tribes that could really affect the snowfield had ever sounded.

The palace-like large account is divided into several large areas,

The difference is clear.

In the north, in front of the wooden frame holding the golden code, the old patriarch looked dignified, and the chief witch was as indifferent as ever.In the south, the Kubuteng tribe with the red fox as their totem, their patriarch is older than the Tule patriarch, his eyes are closed, he seems to be asleep, and he was named "Sly Fox" when he was young.In the east, the Beshnalu tribe with the ferocious beast as their totem confronted the neighboring Hanligu tribe...

Boom!

The sound of the bronze drum is rich and deep, shaking the eardrums.

Tashimu's eyelids twitched, and like everyone else, a thought flashed through——

Which bronze drum rings?

The big tent was suddenly quiet, and the eyes from all directions were cast in one direction at the same time.

In the Canglang Department, Prince Mu Mu put down his wine glass and clapped his palms.In the midst of everyone's attention, a group of tall blood wolf cavalry lifted a dozen heavy wooden boxes and went around the area of ​​the wolf tribe. With a sound of "boom", the heavy wooden boxes were placed in the open space in the middle of the big tent.

The chief of the Kubuteng tribe opened his eyes, and the cold confrontation between the Boshnalu tribe and the Hanligu tribe ended... Finally, the chief of the Kubuteng tribe, known as the "Sly Fox", asked Tumu what it meant.

"One little problem. I've been arguing and arguing for more than ten years. If the quarrel continues like this, the white bones will turn into black bones." Prince Tumumu knocked on the short table in front of him, and the tone of his speech made some tribal leaders frown. Frowning——Tu Mu is not the real leader of the wolf, he just came to participate in the All Gods Festival on behalf of his father.

In terms of seniority, he was a generation younger than most of the leaders present.

Even if he is crazy, it is his father who is crazy.

It's not his turn.

As soon as the discussion in the tent became louder, Tu Mu turned his head and yelled at the Blood Wolf Rider: "Open!"

Whoa!

The two blood wolf riders grabbed the first half-person-high large box and threw it violently. The flames in the tent jumped, and everyone's eyes blurred at the same time.The moment they saw what was poured out, even Thule warriors like Batachihan and Tashimu couldn't help but stagnate:

gold!

Out of chests, large and small vessels of pure gold!

Not to mention Bata Chihan, none of the tribes present had ever seen so much gold!And each piece of workmanship is so exquisite that it is almost impossible for ordinary people to create it!

Before everyone came back to their senses, the blood wolf rider had already overturned the second box, followed by the third and fourth boxes!Satin!Fifth bite!Tapestry! ... When the eighth wooden box was opened, what was poured out of it was no longer gold or cloth, but gems of various colors! ... the ninth bite!The tenth mouth...

It wasn't until the last bite that the blood wolf rider's movements slowed down.

They had just opened the last wooden box, and six dancers from the Canglang tribe stepped forward and carefully took one out of it...

An unheard of, unseen golden tripod!

There are three shining dragons on the body of the tripod. The scales of the dragons are made of mysterious metal with flowing silver light, and the dragon eyes are all inlaid with extremely colorful spirit stones.At the mouth of the tripod, there is a cloud of clear light suspended, and the clear light rotates slowly, like clouds and fog, circulating continuously from the mouth of the dragon.

The entire big tent was overwhelmed by the exquisiteness and luxury of these things.

For the first time, the prosperity from outside the snowy region hit everyone in such a naked way.

Gollum.

Someone's wine glass fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

Except for the chiefs of a few big tribes, almost everyone's eyes were glued to the pile of shining treasures, some people's necks were flushed, and they wanted to rush to grab it.

"This is the sincerity of the Canglang tribe and the Shen family of Dongzhou!" Prince Tumu stood up, strode to the mountains of treasures, and grabbed a handful, "Outside the snowfield, the Central Plains, there are gold and silver everywhere. ..." He opened his hand, jewels and gold, like sand and gravel, poured down.

Everyone's eyes fell along with Jin Zhu.

Tu Mu clapped his hands, and immediately several dancers who looked like people from the Central Plains took out silver plates, put handfuls of gold and precious stones into the plates, and sent them to the leaders of various tribes.

"What does the prince mean?" Patriarch Kubuteng asked slowly.

Thu Mu said coldly: "Our snowfield has powerful warriors and the sharpest scimitars. Why should we be trapped in this poor and miserable snowfield? All year round, we only wear rough sheepskin and drink only fishy and smelly wine. You only eat bloody meat? Even a pasture that can’t afford a few sheep has to fight with our brothers and sisters to the death?”

With a high-five clapping, a thin gentleman got up.

He was wearing a blue shirt from Yunjin Square in Dongzhou, Central Plains. At first glance, he looked simple, but when he was walking, the green color of the clothes changed like a cloud of smoke, changing with the light of the fire, making him indescribably gorgeous.The dark embroidery on the sleeves reflected faint, flowing light, and the jade hanging on the waist jingled, giving an invisible sense of nobility.

Sir saluted everyone.

The Xueyuan tribe has always looked down on the timidity and red tape of the Central Plains people, but today, under the brilliance of the pile of treasures, they are actually wearing an invisible and compelling brilliance.

"Shen Clan of Pingtang Qingmen in Dongzhou, greetings to all the patriarchs." Shen Fangzhuo got up, neither humble nor overbearing, "The Shen family came this time to form an alliance with Xueyuan. These are the sincerity we brought."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly towards the dancing girls.

Immediately, the dancers took out silver plates one by one, piled the shining treasures on the plates, and walked lightly towards the heads of the various tribes.They were so slender and fair, so rare in the snow field, with silver bells tied around their ankles, and when they walked, they made an ethereal and clear sound that moved the heartstrings.Plates of treasures were handed out, and the hills in the big tent were only slightly sunken.

Put real gold and precious jade in front of you.

Almost only the sound of heavy breathing remained in the big tent.

Shen Fangzhuo patrolled calmly, and he was determined not to see the young master of the Chou family beside Tule Shouwu.

really.

Shen Fangzhuo sneered in his heart.

On the one hand, no matter how wanton and arrogant that enemy is, in the end, the most beloved young master is still reduced to the plaything of the barbarians in the snow field. When the news spreads, they are enough to become the joke of the whole world.On the one hand, he sneered at Thule's recklessness, a bunch of frogs in the well, even the young master of the enemy's family dared to treat him like this.

They don't die, who dies?

This time the two sides became enemies and did not run away.

"What does the prince mean?" Patriarch Kubuteng asked again.

"The son of the snowfield has been trapped in the cage for too long," Tu Mu looked around, "Are we really willing to live in the white desert for the rest of our lives? Could it be that the bloody snowfield warriors dare not open the gate of the snowfield, dare not go out, and follow him?" Those cowardly enemies outside grabbed the new pasture?!"

silence.

Similar words were raised more than once at the Pantheon Conference.

But today, no matter how fierce the opposition is, facing these shining golden gems, they cannot open their mouths angrily like they used to.

"What does the prince mean?" Patriarch Kubuteng asked again, his eyes flickering.

"In a few days, it will be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods," Tu Mu paused every word, "Canglang tribe, please——

"Open the snowy area!"

boom!

The silent Pantheon Conference suddenly boiled.

Even the tribal leaders couldn't suppress their expressions, not to mention the warriors below - Prince Tumu of the Canglang tribe, made an unprecedented radical request!Open the snowy gate that has been closed since ancient times!So far, no member of the Xueyu tribe has ever stepped out of the snowy area!

Don't say go out!

Didn't even think about it.

The conference was so noisy that the leaders had to yell loudly before they could restrain their clansmen. Even so, the whole big tent was still buzzing.The unstoppable conversations, curses, and refutations surged back and forth like a tide. Amidst the muffled sounds, the old patriarch of Thule finally spoke.

"The Canglang tribe, do you want to violate the iron law of the gods?"

"The iron law of the gods?" Tu Mu laughed, "You Thule are the most observant of the iron law of the gods, and then? - Then you can't even take out a decent tripod to worship the god of the snowfield! "

He pointed to the incomparably eye-catching golden tripod under the firelight.

"Iron law? Okay! Then you Tule can come up with a better sacrificial tripod than this one, and show it to everyone! Look at how our Tule tribe, who stick to the iron law, worship the great gods!"

Inside the big tent, the faces of the Thule warriors were all ashen.

The impatient Tashimu almost kicked over the short case, and rushed to fight with Tumu, Batachihan held him tightly by the shoulder.

The heavy tripod used to worship the gods, to a certain extent, represented the strength and face of the tribe.Therefore, any tribe responsible for holding the Pantheon Festival has spent painstaking efforts to make the sacrificial tripod as exquisite as possible.There are only a handful of heavy tripods passed down from generation to generation in Thule in the entire snow field.

But no matter what, it cannot be compared with this golden tripod from Dongzhou.

"Since you can't get it out, I think it's better for our Canglang tribe to worship the gods in the grand ceremony in a few days." Tu Mu taunted.

Whoa!

Zaximu broke away from Batachihan, lifted the table and stood up.

"Tashimu!" ​​The old patriarch snapped.

"Why?" Tu Mu narrowed his eyes, "You Tule can't produce a decent tripod yourself, and you don't allow other tribes to offer it to the gods to worship the gods?"

"Of course it can't be taken out."

A clear voice suddenly came from outside the big tent. Hearing this voice, a woman in the area of ​​the Canglang tribe suddenly turned her head.

The head witch Tule who had always been indifferent stood up suddenly.

He got up abruptly, but everyone's eyes had already fallen to one place.

Two well-dressed Tule girls opened the curtain of the big tent.

In an instant, the entire big tent, all the gold, precious stones, beautiful jade, and even the exquisite golden tripod, which is one of the few in Dongzhou, all paled.The bonfire changed, and all the brilliance gathered on the face of the young man in red who walked in. He raised his eyes, and his eyelashes were dyed golden.

"After all—" he draws out his voice, sweet and mean, "Tule really can't do it with a spittoon to sacrifice to the gods."

"Really? Arlo."