The barbarians have lived on the beautiful prairie for generations. They associate with elephants, cattle, horses and other spirit monsters. They are a passionate and heroic race.
To the people of the Great Xia Dynasty, the barbarians were heinous. To the barbarians themselves, they were members of the same tribe, united and loving, and not evil at all.
The view here is endless, with patches of tender grass growing. There are elephant demon tribes, cattle demon groups, and horse demon groups. They each occupy some territory and live in each other. The barbarians can coexist peacefully among them. They are born with these The ethnic group has a sense of personal identity, especially the Meng tribe, which can drive them to attack and defend against enemies.
Yang Wu took the beauty Meng Bingxue, riding a noble blood dragon horse, and followed Huangfu Zhanxiong to visit the barbarian military camp.
Among the barbarians, the blood dragon horse is a horse demon exclusively used by the royal family. Its horse power is astonishing, and it can travel thousands of miles a day. Its speed is extremely astonishing. It is rumored that it has a trace of dragon blood flowing in it. Its body is quite strong, and it is covered in red fur. , and those powerful and vigorous limbs, looking extremely majestic.
After Meng Bingxue saw the blood dragon horse, she couldn't take her eyes away, so Huangfu Zhanxiong decided to give the blood dragon horse to her as a mount.
The blood dragon horse is extremely arrogant. How can ordinary people sit on it? When Meng Bingxue and Yang Wu sat on it, it wanted to give them a show of strength. He clapped his hands so hard that he fell to the ground and kept screaming.
It was frightened. It was just a demon general. How could it withstand Meng Bingxue's power? If not for Yang Wu's persuasion, Meng Bingxue would have killed it.
The two of them brought Xiao Hei to the military camp. The other four heavenly demons stayed where they were and did not follow them.
It has to be said that Yang is a very brave martial artist, even Huangfu Zhanxiong gave him a thumbs up.
If this scene is seen by people from Daxia, Yang Wu will definitely be labeled a traitor. How does Yang Wu care? He was a prison slave earlier and was almost killed. Although he will not betray Daxia, But it doesn't mean that he will remain loyal to the Daxia royal family. Their approach has already chilled him to the core. He must make some strong response to tell the Daxia royal family that he, Yang Wu, is not a random person. .
He did all this just to seek justice and return the lintel of his Yang family.
The barbarian army was deeply impressed by Yang Wu. In the battle not long ago, the young man in front of them came out to disrupt the situation and even killed the king of their barbarian tribe. Now he brought the heavenly demon to show off his power to the barbarian army. It was really hateful.
It's a pity that they have to carefully accompany their clan leader, so how can they find the courage to challenge Yang Wu.
Fortunately, Yang Wu and his party did not stay in this military camp for long, and headed for the Huangfu tribe with Huangfu Zhanxiong.
Along the way, the grassland scenery completely fascinated Yang Wu.
In spring, the tender grass is green and full of vitality. The gentle breeze blows, and the tender buds bow slightly, as if to salute guests from afar.
The cows and horses were galloping freely, and the sounds of shouting echoed here endlessly, so cheerfully.
In the distance, the sound of a shepherd's flute sounded melodiously, and a child sat on the back of an ox, herding cattle and sheep leisurely. He had no worries, and only saw the vast expanse of prairie.
There are even more young people galloping on their horses, chasing the girls they love. The girls smile like flowers, and the bells on their clothes make crisp sounds, adding strong and bright colors to this spring scene. .
Meng Bingxue's icy face that had not melted for thousands of years was also a little more alive, as if infected by the beautiful scenery of the sky and the earth. She snuggled softly against the broad and warm chest behind her, full of endless satisfaction and happiness.
Yang Wu looked at everything here, and all the worries in his heart disappeared. The Jiasuo on his body seemed to be broken in an instant. The divine court was filled with tranquility, and his mind felt comfortable. The spiritual power of the divine court and the peach core Dantian The profound energy in the body begins to circulate throughout the body, and the two forces are blending. The flowers of Shenting Dao are growing vigorously, and the power of Peach Core Dantian is surging. The soul and body are extremely happy and joyful, as if they want to be in harmony with this world. Melt together.
Yang Wu hugged Meng Bingxue's slender waist, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Let's gallop our horses and tread the endless grassland in a free and easy way!"
A man, a woman and a dog were sitting on the blood dragon horse, running freely on the grassland, feeling extremely happy.
Huangfu Zhanxiong looked at Yang Wu and his entourage walking away without saying a word to stop him. A smile appeared on his face and he said to himself: "No matter who comes to our prairie, they will like everything here."
He led dozens of riders behind him and followed slowly from behind.
This is their grassland territory, and Yang Wu dares to go deep into it. They have no reason to fear that their guests will do something outrageous here.
Yang Wu and his party were running wildly, and they didn't know how far they ran. They stopped when they saw a tribal land in the distance.
The barbarians were still very hostile to the Daxia people. Although Yang Wu was not afraid, he did not want to cause any trouble, so he dismounted and planned to wait for Huangfu Zhanxiong and his party to arrive.
At this time, Yang Wu suddenly heard the crisp sound of striking iron.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
Yang Wu curiously looked in the direction of the source of the sound. From a distance, he saw a lonely tent far away from the tribe. In front of the tent, there was a large stove, as well as other auxiliary stoves and weapons forging equipment. Tools, in front of the big stove, there is a middle-aged man with a bare upper body, holding his sledgehammer and hammering iron. Next to him, there is a young man in black running around. Go, as if you are working as an assistant to the strong man.
Yang Wu had extraordinary eyesight. Even from a distance, he could still tell that the shirtless middle-aged man was not a barbarian.
"Could it be him?" Yang Wu asked in confusion, then led the horse and led Meng Bingxue towards the strong man who was forging iron.
When Yang Wu and his party approached, the young man noticed them immediately, holding a red iron rod and showing a vigilant look.
The young man mainly saw that Yang Wu was different from the barbarians, so he was afraid of whether he was an enemy.
"Water!" The middle-aged man was concentrating on hammering the iron, and suddenly he shouted at the young man.
"Oh, I'll pour it right now!" The young man came back to his senses and shivered, then dipped the red iron billet in his hand into the bucket.
Zizz!
A burst of white smoke immediately rose from the water.
The young man handed the iron billet back to the middle-aged strong man, and the middle-aged strong man handed another piece of iron into the young man's hand, and kept hitting it with the iron that had been poured with water.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
This is a very rhythmic sound of blacksmithing, bursts of red stars keep flying, the thick iron billet gradually becomes thinner, revealing the smooth iron back.
At first Yang Wu didn't care, he was just curious to see how the middle-aged man struck iron. But as he looked more and more, he found that there was something strange about the middle-aged man's striking skills.
The middle-aged strong man is very steady on his horse. The hammer in his hand is the most convenient weapon in his hand. He is hammering at a neither fast nor slow frequency. His arms are raised back and forth at the same height, and his body shape is not obvious. With the slightest movement, the other hand holding the iron billet seemed to be playing with a toy, rotating the iron billet back and forth. However, his palm and the iron billet were not actually held together, but were separated by a mysterious energy. Controlled by the mysterious energy, everything is under his control.
After a while of hammering, the iron was hammered into the shape of a knife. There is nothing special about the shape of the knife, but if you look closely, you will find that there are almost no flaws on the blade, and it looks extremely smooth, like a mirror. Being able to see everything in less than a quarter of an hour is truly astonishing.
Even Yang Wu, a layman, noticed that this middle-aged man's blacksmithing skills were miraculous.
It would be impossible for an ordinary blacksmith to do it without a day or two, and it would be difficult to compare with the level of craftsmanship achieved by this middle-aged man in front of him.
This is a clever weapon refiner's method!
When he couldn't finish beating a knife, he took the iron billet from the young man's hand and continued to hammer away, as if he didn't even see the arrival of Yang Wu and his entourage.
Only the young man's eyes kept flickering, and his eyes fell more on Meng Bingxue, with a hint of blush on his tender face from time to time.
Yang Wu watched for a while, and when he was about to leave, the middle-aged strong man lifted the iron billet in his hand to the shelf behind him, and threw it onto the shelf accurately, then raised his head and looked at Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue said: "We are guests from afar. Xiaofan serves the guests kumiss."
"It's the foster father." The young man responded urgently, then turned around and ran back to the tent. He quickly took out three bags of kumiss and handed them to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man slapped the young man on the messy head and said, "You have to serve the wine to the guests first. Don't you understand this etiquette?"
"I'm sorry, foster father!" The young man apologized, then ran to Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue with the wine, and handed the two bags out.
Meng Bingxue didn't take it, but Yang Wu took it for her, opened it, and smelled it. The smell of milk wine wafted out. He couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"
The young man took back the remaining bag of wine and gave it to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man took it, raised it to Yang Wu and Meng Bingxue and said, "Please drink!"
Yang Wu also raised his head and drank.
Meng Bingxue refused to drink, but Xiao Hei took the gun from Yang Wu's hand, opened the mouth of the wine bag, and drank heavily.
"Woof woof, this milk wine is so sexy!" After drinking it, Xiao Hei couldn't help but stick out his tongue and said.
Only Yang Wu can hear its words, and no one else can.
"Haha!" The young man couldn't help laughing when he saw the little black dog looking like this.
The middle-aged man scolded the young man again: "Who told you to laugh at the guests? It's rude and you haven't apologized to the guests!"
The boy hung his head and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Yang Wu waved his hand and said, "It's okay, my spiritual pet doesn't know much about etiquette."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Hei spat a mouthful of kumiss into Yang Wu's face.
"Hehe" the boy couldn't help laughing again.
Ouch!
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