"I asked you to come here today because I have something extremely important to discuss with you." Temujin said with a solemn expression.
Zhou Yi had a premonition that something extremely important was going to happen when he entered the tent, because the atmosphere had already told him so. He responded calmly, "Thanks to the clan leader for not abandoning me. If you have anything for me to do, I will do my best to get it done."
"I want you to represent all the members of my Qiyan tribe to bring back the Holy Maiden of the Persian Mingjiao from Yanmen Pass, and then lead the warriors of our tribe to escort the Holy Maiden of the Persian Mingjiao back to Persia!" Temujin said seriously.
Zhou Yi was startled, stood up, pointed at his nose in disbelief, and asked in surprise: "The clan leader wants me to lead the warriors of the clan to escort the saint back to the Persian Mingjiao headquarters? The saint of the Mingjiao?"
"That's right, you select a few warriors from your tribe to escort the saint back to her tribe." Temujin also stood up and said very seriously, his tone became very sincere.
"How can that be done? I am just a new arrival, living in a foreign land. How can I command the warriors of the Qiyan tribe? I think it would be better to select other good players from the Thirteen Wings, and I can be a pawn." Zhou Yi said at a loss for a moment.
"Except for you, I can't find a more suitable candidate. Although the martial arts of the current thirteen wings are far stronger than those of the previous generation, the other wings do not have leaders who can command and dispatch them." Temujin said seriously: "Now the long-lasting battle between the Khitans and the Turks for supremacy in the grasslands has become increasingly fierce. I have to stay in the tribe, so you are the only candidate I trust!"
Zhou Yi was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and said worriedly: "I don't have any experience at all."
"No, I believe you can do this well!" Temujin suddenly stood up and walked to Zhou Yi, patted Zhou Yi's shoulder heavily, and said affirmatively: "Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ. I naturally believe in my own judgment!"
Temujin's tone was steady, and the confidence that was filled with boundless power made Zhou Yi so excited that he nodded vigorously and agreed to it.
Zhou Yi then said cautiously, "Since the chief thinks so highly of Ah Zhe, I will no longer pretend to be hypocritical and will do my best to send the saint back to her tribe. However, I guess we will have to deal with more than just wild beasts along the way, right? I also hope that the chief can tell me in detail about the current situation along the way, so that I can make plans and select personnel."
"Brother Azhe is right. If there are only wild beasts along the way, we, the Qiyan tribe, would not need to worry about it. We might encounter attacks from the Ming Cult and the Western Rakshasa Cult along the way. Therefore, the journey of thousands of miles may be full of dangers and we may have a narrow escape from death!" Bailu Timur took a breath and said solemnly.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi frowned and asked in confusion, "Will the Ming Cult also attack the Saint of the Ming Cult? And the Ming Cult has a thousand miles of this, and what is the relationship between the Saint and the Qiyan tribe?"
Temujin said, "In my early years, when I had not yet achieved any success in martial arts, I traveled along the Silk Road and was fortunate to meet the Saint. At that time, she was also completing the trial to succeed the Saint. The two of us traveled together for a period of time. We are close friends for life and death. Now that she is in trouble and has written to me for help, how can I just stand by and watch?"
"As for the disputes within the Ming Cult, we have to start from the origin of the Ming Cult!" Bailu Timur's voice suddenly floated over.
"The Ming Cult originated in Persia and later spread to China. At that time, it was called Zoroastrianism. After years of spreading, it has gradually taken root in the Central Plains and gradually split into two branches, the Central Plains Ming Cult and the Persian Ming Cult (Da Ming Zun Cult). Although they are connected to each other, the relationship has become weak."
"However, in recent years, the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult has emerged as a new force, breaking the original power division in Persia. The Persian Ming Cult has gradually split into two factions. One faction is led by the Saint Girl, the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, and the Three Envoys of Wind, Cloud, and Moon. They advocate following the traditions of the Ming Cult and joining forces with the Central Plains Ming Cult to fight against the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult."
"The other side believes that the Great Ming Cult Master, Shanmu and the Five Atoms believe that the Central Plains Ming Cult has violated the original purpose of the Ming Cult and is extremely evil, so they advocate joining forces with the Luosha Cult to wipe out the Central Plains Ming Cult."
Zhou Yi said: "So in the eyes of the Master, this Saint Lady has become a thorn in his side, right?"
"That's right!" Temujin said, "So they took advantage of the Saint's missionary journey to Daming to kill her on her way back. The Saint managed to escape, and her personal guards risked their lives to send a message to me, so I have to take care of this matter."
"But Brother Azhe, you don't have to worry about this matter being too difficult. You just need to send the Saint Girl to the Guangmingding, the main temple of the Mingjiao in the Central Plains. Someone will naturally take over, and you can lead the people back to Qiyan!"
Zhou Yi felt a little heavy in his heart. It seemed that there were many more things happening all of a sudden, and he was having trouble adapting to them. This was a sudden change, and Zhou Yi had not expected it. He had no idea whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Of course, there is some excitement, and the excitement of a new life always makes people more yearning for it.
When he walked out of the tent, it was almost time for lunch. Zhou Yi returned to Aunt Qiqige's house for lunch. When Ren Ya saw him, she immediately rushed up to him with joy.
"Are you getting impatient?" Zhou Yi asked with amusement.
"Hehe!" Ren Ya laughed, "I thought Temujin had taken you into his harem. Tell me! What does he want from you?"
After a while, when Zhou Yi had finished telling everything, he stretched lazily with satisfaction, took out the Green Water Sword that he had hidden under the bed, wiped it gently over and over again, and finally inserted it carefully into the scabbard.
Ren Ya was stunned when she heard this, she never thought that Tuoba Ye would entrust such an important task to Qianbeibusui, this courage was truly amazing.
But Ren Ya quickly came to her senses and grabbed Zhou Yi's sleeve desperately, pretending to be pitiful and said, "Take me with you, please, Brother Qianbei!"
"Okay! Okay!" Zhou Yi was a little helpless because of Ren Ya, but with Ren Ya's current skills, Zhou Yi was quite relieved.
Ren Ya was immediately beaming with joy, and then asked slyly, "Then I wonder who our great hero who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk is going to select from the Qiyan tribe to participate in this meeting?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, then said, "It's a matter of picking a good opponent! Wouldn't we know after a fight?"
"Oh?" Ren Ya looked at Zhou Yi, who seemed to have everything planned out, and suddenly smiled knowingly. It was obvious that there was another good show to watch. (To be continued)