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Shan Qiyu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I, but I can't touch it."

Han Changsheng was speechless: "Then you and the national teacher went out to meet this time, and he just happened to be walking around on the prairie."

"Old Dan, little friend Changsheng is right. If you go out and meet me, we might meet."

Zhang Yimou stopped Shan Qiyu, shook his head at him, and didn't let him continue talking.

Finding the tomb is obviously not something you can find if you want to, or else you wouldn't have found it for hundreds of years.

This kind of thing is just like what he said, purely blind touch.

Anyway... the long-distance journey of Longevity Boys has just begun, there is no need for them to specifically say that they can still meet when they should meet.

Gu Li Nazha glanced at Han Changsheng, then continued to eat sullenly.

How the tomb appeared, she knows best.

The master shoots the hare, then punches the hole to win the arrow, and then thunder and rain pour out such a grave.

Whether this matter has anything to do with the master, that is, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom.

Han Changsheng didn't care what other people thought, he ate Haisai to fill his stomach, and snatched two packs of dried noodles from Zhang Yimou.

He also deliberately shook Zhang Yimou, "National teacher, these two packs of dried noodles will be considered as my labor fee for the hard work at noon."

Zhang Yimou shook his head and laughed, "You are really good at eating and taking, and you have fulfilled the requirement of not being empty."

Han Changsheng smiled and said: "You can't say that. You can't eat white mushrooms without me reminding you. We call it an exchange of equal value."

"Your tongue is as slippery as ever."

"It's okay, it's alright, Mr. Shan, National Teacher, goodbye, see you later."

Han Changsheng put the big backpack on his back, put the tie on Taxue's back, and immediately got on the horse.

"Mr. Han... Please accept this thank you gift."

Balsi called Han Changsheng who was about to leave, and handed over a beautiful little pendant with both hands.

This hanging ornament is made of silver, on which a black eagle with outstretched wings is hollowed out, and there is a Mongolian word "英" on the back.

Character.

Judging by the silver color of this pendant, it must be a long time ago.

In addition, looking at the envious eyes of the members of the Ying clan, this pendant should have something to say.

Han Changsheng got off his horse, but he didn't take the silver pendant, "Uncle Balth, this is"

Balth said: "This is a token from my Ying clan to my life-and-death friends, the eagle totem.

Holding it is equivalent to the honorary patriarch of our clan, and people of our clan must treat Mr. Han respectfully when they see this thing.

The other tribes in the grassland also need to treat Mr. Han with courtesy, otherwise they will disrespect our Ying clan!"

Han Changsheng waved his hand, "This gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

Balth shook his head solemnly, "Compared to the fact that Mr. Han helped our family find the tomb of our ancestors, the token of Qu Qu is nothing! If Mr. Han despises this thing, we can offer you a silver sheath and a precious sword."

"Farewell, I'll take this!"

Han Changsheng saw that Balter was about to take off the silver sheath and precious sword from his waist, and hurriedly caught the eagle totem.

The silver scabbard and the precious sword are the tokens of the head of the Ying clan, so it will be even more troublesome if you accept it.

Comparing the two, the eagle totem is still less troublesome.

The hero of Balth, leading the Ying family to surrender, "Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, take care."

"Take care everyone, see you later."

Han Changsheng bowed his hands to the members of the Ying clan, got on his horse again, and then knocked on the horse's belly, "Tread the snow, let's go!"

"Sorry...

"

Stepping on the snow and screaming hard, it directly turned into a black lightning bolt, carrying Han Changsheng and Gu Li Nazha galloping towards the northwest, and soon turned into a small black dot.

"What a fast horse!"

Shan Qiyu and Zhang Yimou looked at Taxue going away with their mouths wide open.

"Treading snow is a blood-sweat horse, of course the speed is fast."

Balth grinned, smiling proudly.

Although Mr. Han turned Taxue into a bloody horse, his daily hard work also has a part of the credit.

"Sweaty BMW"

Shan Qiyu and Zhang Yimou were even more stunned.

Even Barter and other members of the Ying clan stayed where they were, and their gazes from afar became more...respectful.

Sweaty BMWs are extremely precious, and there are dozens of them in the royal family of the Ming Empire. Who would have thought that the two riding far away would be...

Seeing this, Balth stroked the beard on his chin with a smile, looking extremely arrogant.