Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 294
Flying geese go to the grassland for eight hundred miles to the northwest, and the north direction of the junction with the desert and Gobi in the west is almost the end of the grassland terrain. The rolling hills are no longer visible, replaced by winding mountains, like the earth. The walls towered over the horizon.

To get here, you have to pass through the vast grassland along the way, and you can see the endless scenery on the grassland, groups of cattle and sheep, herdsmen singing desolate and distant songs; couples galloping on horseback; The business traveler in the lake poured the extremely clear lake water on his face, and looked at the red sunset glow in the west happily.

The direction they are going to is the wolf court of the Yuejie people, which is also where the royal court is. It is a place that ordinary people cannot approach, and only the chieftains invited by each tribe every year are eligible to enter.

That afternoon, at dusk, a figure came staggeringly, took a step, but appeared a few feet away, covered in mud and blood, with a messy bun, as if he had encountered a robber and was captured. General beating.

After hearing the news, Qingqi who were on patrol in the Wolf Court came, and when they saw the face of the other party, they got off their horses one after another. With noble etiquette, they knelt down on one knee and pressed their fists on their left shoulder: "Meet Priest Ying Yu!"

"Take me to see Da Khan."

With chapped lips and peeling skin, Hu Duyan spoke weakly to them, and then someone brought a horse over, let Hu Duyan ride it, and escorted them to the direction of Langting.

The setting sun hangs at the foot of the mountain in the west, and the magnificent red glow slantly shines on the earth.

The cavalry who rushed all the way yelled and headed to a huge camp in front of them. There were no fences, only countless tents, large or small.

Below the banner is like the streets and alleys in the city. Countless people walking through live here, and there are also people from the Western Regions pulling the carriages, selling the slaves held in the carriages, attracting many barbarians and nobles to watch.

The cavalry rushed into this tribe from another direction, and in the middle was a huge white tent, standing tall like a palace, through the thick canvas outside, inside were the pavilions built by the craftsmen of the Jin Dynasty. Stairs lead to various rooms, and white felt and cloth replace the walls, which looks rather weird.

"Sweat!"

In a house, a stout man, about fifty, wearing a fur cap made of sable tails and a robe made of cloth, cotton, and bearskin, was lying on his side on a blanket from the Western Regions, with a concubine joking.

A person from outside knelt at the door: "Priest Eagle Feather is back."

"Where's the high priest?"

Bakuer frowned, sat up from the blanket with the help of his concubine, and the gold rings on his earlobes dangled.He wiped the water stains on his fingers, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and strode down.

In the middle of the hall, which resembles a court hall, the brazier hanging on the top is flickering. Most of the monarchs, ministers and nobles in the wolf court have already rushed to watch Hu Duyan, who is in the middle with disheveled hair, discussing something in a low voice.

"Why is he the only one coming back?"

"Looking at it like this, I'm afraid something happened on the front line."

"The sweat is coming."

Seeing Pokor coming down from the attic, everyone knelt down on one knee to say hello. As a priest, Hu Duyan had a different etiquette from them. He just pressed his fist on his shoulder and bowed slightly.

"Hu Duyan pays homage to Da Khan."

"Where's the high priest?" Seeing his appearance, Pokor actually had a bad premonition in his heart. He was actually unwilling to attack Feiyan Pass this time and enter the northern land of the Jin Kingdom again. , the war five years ago, even though it was fought in, but after that, many people died, which caused the strength to decrease greatly in the past few years, and finally recovered a little bit, and was brought tens of thousands of horses by the high priest Kill to Feiyan Pass.

As a profuse sweat, without the ability to control the military, I was already upset.

Seeing that the high priest didn't come back now, and the Eagle Feather High Priest looked like this again, apart from feeling sorry for the army that went out, he also had some expectations in his heart...

Sure enough, Hu Duyan over there suddenly knelt down and said something that made him good news.

"The high priest... was killed by a cultivator in the Jin Kingdom."

In the hall, all the military officials and nobles suddenly became noisy.

In their memory, the High Priest was an existence with profound mana. They had looked at the High Priest when they were young, but now that they were old, the High Priest was still there, just as he was decades ago.

No matter whether there is mana or not, no one dares to question it.

But suddenly hearing that the omnipotent high priest was killed, the first feeling was that Hu Duyan was lying, but when the other party took out the human skin with the wolf tattoo from his arms, they all gasped. tone.

Pokol, who was in the first place, almost couldn't sit still and fell down.

It was a tattoo on the high priest's chest, and he would never forget it in a few decades. Immediately, he asked the guards to present the human skin, inspected it inch by inch, and called the priest who was staying behind in the tent. A priest with a deer head, three eagle feathers, and more than 30 gray sheep all cried out when they heard that the high priest had died.

You don't need to call Cole to ask, you already know the answer.

He looked at Hu Duyan, and the priests around him also looked at him, and asked how the high priest was killed.

"When I tried my best to bring the high priest out, the high priest was still alive...but there was only the last dying...The high priest said, let the big sweat manage the house well and prevent the Jin country from attacking. If there is a chance, we must Avenge him!"

These words may be true or false, not to mention that the person is dead, Hu Duyan can only say what he says, even if the priest suspects, he can't come up with evidence, so he can only think about it in his heart.

And they still wouldn't believe that Hu Duyan's cultivation could plot against the High Priest.

"The high priest is dead, and he is still caring about Yue Jie." Pokol suppressed the excitement in his heart, with a mournful expression on his face, he waved his hand and asked someone to take the belt down, "The high priest's The body can no longer be brought back, so this skin will be used to replace the body, and tomorrow a great funeral will be held to pray for the high priest."

The remaining priests all nodded in agreement, watching the guards take him away with sad expressions.

"Hu Duyan, go down and rest. You brought the high priest back. This credit is not only on my side, but also on the other side of the tent of God. It will be recorded for you."

"Thanks, Khan!"

Hu Duyan knelt down on one knee, bowed his head, under the disheveled hair, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Soon, he withdrew from the king's tent and followed the priests to the god's tent. Far to the southeast, flocks of cattle and sheep were being driven back to their pens by several herdsmen in this glow.

Amidst the shouting, there was an exclamation coming from a distance. A tribal woman beating a child pointed to the distance. A black figure with a naked upper body was running wildly, and her chest was bloody and bloody. The herdsmen who saw this picture exclaimed.

Then, a ray of light shone on their faces, with the softness of the breeze blowing on the face, but also the discomfort that pierced the eyes. Many people raised their heads one after another, and saw a golden light flying towards the sky behind the disheveled figure running wildly.

"what is that?!"

"Could it be that the gods came down from the clouds?"

Outside the tent, a dark crowd of herdsmen gathered, speaking in Yuejie language one by one astonishing guesses, most of the herdsmen on the grassland believed in gods, and knelt down to the ground one after another.

The next moment, more golden light flew from the southeast, rolling up a huge air wave, forming a strong wind, and knocking them to the ground including their tents.

……

At the same time, Hu Duyan stepped into the tent, and lay down to sleep after being healed by the two priests. However, as soon as the people left, he got up and left the tent quietly, and walked to the depths of the tent. The priest's tent contained many classics from the Jin Kingdom in the south, as well as sheepskin scrolls recorded by ancestors from the Western Regions and grasslands.

"Only I can become the high priest and lead you to a more glorious path."

"...Hunxie, where did you hide the magic to communicate with the White Wolf God?"

Hu Duyan rummaged through the bookshelves, and finally found a roll of sheepskin in the drawer under the Jin Kingdom bookshelf on the left side of the first place. When he unfolded it, a priest came in.

"Hu Duyan, what are you doing?!"

The person who came was also an Eagle Feather Priest, so naturally he was not afraid of Hu Duyan, and dared to call him by his first name.

Answering the priest, a huge wolf's head bloomed in the air and swallowed his head in one gulp. Blood gushed out from the broken neck and splashed all around, staining the white tent with spots of blood.

Hu Duyan ignored the fallen corpse, but sat on Hunxie's seat, opened the scroll, looked at the content on it, put on the above posture, and slowly closed his eyes.

'White Wolf God... Hu Duyan prays to meet you. '

Read this in my heart.

……

The huge tribal camp outside was in chaos at this time. The high priest Hun Xie opened his lifeless eyes and opened his fangs to rush into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)