Murong Tuoba sent people to send Nie Bao away and ordered Haosheng to entertain him. fell into a long silence, and listening to the words of the Chinese man would be taken to the ditch. The words of such a person can only be believed. In any case, if your son is dead, you must always have an attitude.

He didn't know where Pingliang was, and he heard that it would take a month to ride a horse. It is too risky to travel so far and pass through the territory of the Huns. In any case, it is important to deal with the son's afterlife first. Everything else can be put aside, and if you want to send troops, you have to consult with the elders of each tribe. Without enough benefits, he can't convince these old guys who regard money as their lives.

The leader's family died of his son, and everyone naturally came to mourn. In addition to grief, I scolded the poor law and order situation in Xianyang City. There are not a few people who are indignant and want to find Qin people to play with their lives, but they are all pulling the shelves and shouting happily. If you really want to take them to revenge, the ghost will move the nest. In the winter, my wife and children are hot at home, why do I go with you to cut people?

Do wars need justifications? Need! Need a reason? No, you don't! The justice of the war does not matter, nor does it matter if the son of the leader dies. Anyway, you have a lot of women, so it's not too much of a problem to have another one. The important question is what war can bring to everyone.

Ethnic minority brothers are real, and it's okay to play with their lives, but they have to see benefits. A few bloody slogans, he shouted shirtlessly: "For the tribe." "The two hundred and five are getting rarer. There are as many sharks as there are on the grassland, and there are as many people as there are. If Murong Tuoba insisted on making a speech, the kind-hearted people of Donghu would not agree. Even if it's a deadlift, the best result can only be to rob everyone together. Chop people and run together, play with your life? Don't be funny, it's okay to have a little life. Forget it!

The mourning hall that was quickly erected was full of pathos, because there was no body. The stewards quickly mobilized their men and made a wooden body out of wood instead. According to the rules of the Donghu people, they are generally cremated after death. Wood also has the effect of combustion, which can be described as a dual-purpose product for stand-in cremation, which is worthy of in-depth promotion.

Murong Tuoba stroked his son's head and cried like a dog. Although he had many sons, Murong Xing was his favorite. The most joyful, there is no one! Thinking of letting him go to the place of the Huaxia people for a long time, there should be nothing wrong with his old friend Lu Buwei covering. Who would have thought that when he went, a heroic and extraordinary living person would have become a cold corpse when he returned. Belch...... No, just a cold head. Thinking of his son's incomplete bones, Murong Tuoba had an urge to cut people.

Murong Xing is very popular on weekdays, and the leading brothers from all walks of life in the Xing'an Mountains have come to offer condolences. The small Tianlong Cliff suddenly became crowded.

Nie Bao shuttled through the crowd like a swimming fish, followed by his trusted followers, and Mu Shan hanging his arms. Seeing the prosperity of Xianyang, Mushan's heart was pounding like a virgin seeing a naked woman.

In just half a month, several large bags of jewelry and glass balls have made him the most popular person here. Like crows, the turtles love shiny gadgets, especially glass beads. That's a good thing, I used to want to get it. They all had to use high-grade war horses to exchange with the caravans of the Huaxia people. This Mr. Nie is a generous person, and he sent it out with a flick of his hand. Such a generous person will not lack friends. The Donghu people's favorability towards him is like a rocket!

Lü Buwei's ability to achieve such a great career is inseparable from the fact that he has a group of capable subordinates around him. Nie Bao is one of the best, and his communication skills are not ordinarily strong. In just half a month, he was even able to hear some simple Donghu dialects.

Nie Bao is an extremely clever guy, not only has fun by himself, but also does not forget his friends. Under the wish of the official, Mushan has become his loyal lackey. As long as it was Nie Bao's order, he had no hesitation except to blow up the bunker with the explosive bag.

He did not socialize among these Donghu leopards for the noble purpose of national unity. He had only one purpose, and that was to encourage the Donghu people to go to war with Yunyue.

"The walls are made of jasper, and the city is pure gold, as clear glass. The foundations of the walls were made of various precious stones, the first of which was clotted white jade, the second of which was sapphire, the third of which was of green agate, and the fourth of which was of emerald. The fifth segment is ruby, and the sixth segment is red agate. The seventh section is the yellow seal, the eighth section is the water capsylde, the ninth section is the red seal, the tenth section is jadeite, the eleventh section is purple agate, and the twelfth section is amethyst.

There are twelve gates in Pingliang City, and the twelve gates are twelve pearls, and each gate is a pearl. The streets of the castle were made of pure gold, like clear glass. In the streets of the city, a river of water of life was as bright as crystal and viscous as milk.

And the river was full of trees of life, which bore twelve kinds of fruit, and bore fruit every month, and the leaves on the trees healed all diseases. And......! Saying this, Nie Bao smiled mysteriously. glanced at the Donghu turtles who had heard all the tricks down.

"Brother Nie Bao, say it quickly! Say it! Several of the anxious elders urged in unison. They never knew there was such a place, but Nie Bao said it was too tempting. Whether it's true or false, they will selectively believe that it's true.

"There is another place in Pingliang City, where it is said that there is a group of stunning beauties. No matter how many men you sleep with, you will become a virgin again the next day. Moreover, Pingliang City is full of wine springs, and the spirits you drink are gushing out of the wine springs. As long as you want to drink it, you can use a bowl to scoop it into the spring and drink it. ”

"It's really fake!" This time the flickering was a bit big, and the ethnic minority brothers swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. A lot of people have reached the point where they need a stretcher! But it seems that most people have already believed.

"It's really fake, think about why that Yunhou wants to lock up the Donghu caravan. Isn't it just that they are afraid that they will come back and report to King Murong what it looks like to be peaceful? They are afraid of the Donghu warriors from the bottom of their bones, for fear that your Murong King will take you to rob him of his treasure land. Think about it, there's a place like that who doesn't want. That is, Yunhou saved the lives of my family, King Qin and Queen Mother, so he rewarded him with such a good place. Nie Bao said frothing at the mouth, and the Donghu turtles nodded frequently when they heard it.

The Donghu people are the best hunters in the forest, but they are also engaged in grazing and small farming. It can be described as an all-round development of the race, relative to the Huns. The Donghu people who are mixed in the bitter cold land are even more tenacious, and they are hard-working. Due to eating mountain goods all year round, his body is stronger and more agile than that of the Huns. In many skirmishes with the Huns, he gained the upper hand. This is also one of the reasons why the Xiongnu did not dare to go south for many years. Because they must always be on guard against the Donghu people in the east of the steppe.

"Hmmm! Brother Nie Bao has a point. How could such a good place fall into the hands of that shameless Pingliang Hou. He used despicable means to kill Prince Murong Xing and the steward of the Great Wang's family. Our Donghu people must take revenge and capture and kill Yunyue. Then occupy his city and kill all his family, only the strong Donghu people deserve to occupy such a good place. An old fellow with a white beard stood up indignantly. said it impassionedly, and then the last sentence revealed his covetousness for Pingliang City.

Nie Bao was very happy, the minority brothers were too real. The nonsense he just said would be beaten to death if he said it in Xianyang. But to say it here, the effect is surprisingly good. The two goods were filled with righteous indignation, so they almost picked up their axes and shouted: "Blood and thunder, strength and glory." Orcs will never be slaves! ”

"To attack Pingliang, we have to pass through the territory of the Huns, what if the Huns come to attack us?" An old voice burst out of the corner, and everyone's eyes were on it.

"Huh......!" Nie Bao's heart "chuckled", and a group of two hundred and five actually appeared in a group of two hundred and five. Nie Bao followed everyone's gaze and also looked into the corner.

An old man who was so old that he could barely walk sat in the corner. He wears a long sheepskin jacket and a pair of felt boots on his feet. Holding a dogskin hat in his hand, there was no expression on his wrinkled face. A pair of triangular eyes, as sharp as an eagle's eyes. Nie Bao was glanced at by him, and he felt a little flustered in his heart.

"Jin Lao!" When all the leading brothers saw the old man sitting in the corner, they immediately stood up. Even the fiercest guy bowed his head and touched his chest with his hands. Bow to the elderly!

"What's the matter with this old guy?" Seeing this scene, Nie Bao hurriedly asked the Mushan Road beside him.

"Silence! This is Jin Lao, the great elder of our Donghu clan, and the wisest sage of the Donghu clan. He is even more prestigious than King Murong in the clan, and he is easier to say a word than King Murong can speak. Mu Shan almost covered Nie Leopard's mouth. Fortunately, he spoke Huaxia language, and these turtles have not yet mastered this foreign language.

Wise man? Also first? Nie Bao began to doubt the average IQ of the Donghu tribe. These guys are so stupid and cute, so cute that Nie Bao didn't even have to think about it, so he came up with a corresponding strategy.

"Ahem......! I've seen Jin Lao! Nie Bao followed the example of the Donghu people and gave Jin Lao a salute with his hand on his chest.

"Uh-huh......!" The pair of falcon-like triangular eyes were already closed, and they only made a "hmm" in their noses, fully showing their contempt for Nie Leopard.

"My family Xiangbang and King Murong are good friends, but at the same time, they also have an old relationship with the Xiongnu. This time, Lord Xiangbang did not protect Prince Murong Xing well, causing His Royal Highness to die in Xianyang. Lord Xiangbang felt guilty, and repeatedly told Nie when he parted. As long as he can help, he will help within his ability. If Jin Lao was worried about the Huns, Nie Bao was willing to go to the Huns and persuade the Huns to Da Danyu. How is it? ”

When Lü Buwei came, he did say that he would let Nie Bao help persuade the Huns. But Lü Buwei himself didn't know whether the Huns would listen to him or not. Anyway, everything can be discussed. As long as the Huns don't make trouble, everything is negotiable.

"Oh......!" Jin Lao's closed eyelids didn't even lift it. The whole room was waiting for news from him, but the old man leaned against the wall, as if he was asleep. If you get closer, you can still hear a faint snoring.

What does oh mean? Do you agree or disagree? You've always had a good time! Nie Bao was depressed in his heart, but he didn't dare to step forward to disturb the old gentleman.

In the midst of everyone's grief, Murong Tuoba set fire to the old tall pine trees. The flames that soared into the sky rose up, and the billowing black smoke formed a column of smoke on the Tianlong Cliff and soared into the sky.

Nie Bao believes that it is a waste of resources to burn so many pine trees just to burn a head. But he couldn't say it, and even the expression on his face was a standard of grief. is worthy of being an old man who follows Lu Buwei, although he cannot be compared with Lu Buwei in terms of acting skills, he is definitely a first-class good player. Tears came as soon as they were spoken, crying as if the two had a broken back friendship.

However, his performance won the favor of the Donghu people, which made him have more friends in Donghu for a long time in an instant. One of them is Murong Tuoba!

The fire burned for two hours before it was extinguished, in the scorching afterglow. Murong Tuoba personally walked into the fire and found his son's ashes. The ashes were solemnly put into a lacquer box, and then a tree was dug and buried.

The first act of taking off his pants and farting, Nie Bao was also speechless. These guys are also crazy idle, why did you burn it when you knew this, just bury it in a lacquer box?

In the earth-shattering cry, the great Highness Murong Xing completed his historical mission. Gloriously buried under a cedar, his descendants will often come to worship and show their affection for Murong Xing.

burned his son's head, and Murong Tuoba did not send off the comrades who came up from these places. After all, his son was killed by the Huaxia people, and he didn't even dare to let out a fart, so how can he mess up in the future! The Donghu clan is actually a tribal alliance. The so-called King of Donghu is nothing more than an alliance leader, and the Donghu tribe does not need a cowardly alliance leader. What they need is to be strong! Tough! More sturdy! For the sake of the alliance, he must fight wolves like a lion and find traps like a fox.

On the second day after Murong Xing's cremation, Murong Tuoba convened the Kuritai Conference in the name of King Donghu.

The Kuritai Assembly is the highest level of joint meetings of the Donghu people, and the participants must be elders or leaders of various tribes. Although the reputation was in the Warring States period more than 2,000 years ago, the Donghu people were very democratic. Everything is discussed in a matter, and the Curritai Conference is such a place for discussion.

Now he wants to spray the flames of revenge on the Donghu people, and see their opinions on this matter. Whether there are more people who support themselves or more people who oppose them.

PS: The Kuritai Conference is the name of the Mongols, and the Dragon King brought it here to use it. If you don't like to see it, don't spray! Yesterday I updated fourteen chapters, and today I'm too tired, just one chapter. Broken Jue, broken Jue, don't wait for the updated Taoist friends. (To be continued.) )