Early the next morning, the small caravan set out on the road again, everyone with dark circles under their eyes, and they were full of anger along the way, Xiao Yi, the person in charge of the night vigil, naturally didn't sleep all night, as for the others! I didn't wait for the night of waiting, and I didn't hear it all night after listening to the bed, so naturally I didn't get enough sleep!

Everyone looked at Xiao Yi with questions in their eyes, and the face of the county lord of Yanran was full of resentment, and Fat Liu cautiously ran over to ask Xiao Yi if he would add some aphrodisiac drugs to the porridge he boiled in the future, and it was claimed that there was an ancestral exclusive secret recipe, three bowls of medicinal porridge to ensure that the dragon spirit and tiger were fierce, and even the wild boar was beaten to death, but he was beaten away by Xiao Yi's fist, "Brother's body is not sick, but if he doesn't take medicine, he can still beat the wild boar to death!" ”

But last night's loss in exchange for today's luck, in the afternoon, the small caravan finally met a small tribe of the Huns, said that it is a small tribe, it is not an exaggeration, there are only three yurt houses in total, and it is a little difficult to shelter from the wind and rain in tatters, a wooden car that is also worn out, and a few thin cows whose hair is about to fall off, are all the property of this small tribe.

When I saw someone coming, the first thing to rush out were a few half-sized prairie dogs, howling weakly, and they were all skinny, and it could be seen from these signs that this was a very poor small tribe; The reason why it is said that this is a tribe is because at the door of the yurt there is a pole representing the tribal emblem Daxu, a birch pole, which is decorated with several broken wolf skins, although it is broken, but after all, it is a family emblem Daxu!

The tribes on the grassland have their own family emblem Daxu, which is generally decorated with wolf skin, because the wolf is a sacred object in the eyes of the grassland people, and can communicate with the great Kunlun God.

It is rude to rashly break into other people's doors, so Xiao Yi and the others waited respectfully outside, half a ring, as soon as the door of the felt room opened, an old herdsman walked out of it, I couldn't see the specific age, the shabby sheepskin jacket could only barely cover the body, the body was thin as if a gust of wind could blow down, obviously long-term malnutrition, the knife-cut axe-like face should have experienced a lot of wind and rain, and one of his legs was still lame, and it was very difficult to walk, all relying on a cane to support the body, no wonder it took half a day to come out to open the door!

The old herdsman was startled at first when he saw the small caravan outside the door, and when he saw the two wagons, there was a hint of anger in his dim eyes, but it soon dimmed again, obviously with his family background, he could not take out much to trade with the caravan.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, and no matter how poor the herdsman is, it is also a customer, since it is here, it is necessary to do some business, when Cao Fatzi nodded and walked up, ready to communicate in sign language, the accident happened!

"Guests from afar, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, I'm afraid the poor old man doesn't have what you want here, of course, if you're thirsty and want to beg for a bowl **** to drink, then please come in!" The old herdsmen speak Mandarin in a rounded manner, and it is also the most formal official language.

With apprehension, the group walked into the yurt, which was also dilapidated, the ground was covered with old sheepskin, several four or five-year-old little milk babies were playing on it, the old herdsman was placed next to a few woven horse reins, saddles, and a kind of animal fat was boiled on the fire burning cow dung on the side, emitting a pungent smell, it seems that the old herdsman was doing leather work before, using raw cowhide as raw materials, the sharp horns of the antelope are their awls, the horsetail is their thread, and the animal bones are the best buttons...... Nomads were born and raised in the grasslands, and everything they need is drawn from the grasslands, and the grasslands are their mothers.

"Isn't my husband a Han?" After the guest sat down, he took the fresh ** handed by the old herdsman and thanked him, and Cao Fatzi asked first.

"No, I am a grassland person, an authentic grassland person, I was born here, grew up here, and will be buried here after death, this is my hometown!" Shaking his head, the old herdsman was very sure of his origin, he belonged here, but when he heard the word 'Han', a glimmer of light flashed in his dim old eyes, which obviously evoked some memories of him.

The words to Xiao Yi have a deep meaning, the grassland people are not necessarily the Huns, in fact, there are many ethnic groups living on this grassland, there are Donghu people, Xianbei people, Karasuma people, Western Regions people, and even some Han people; Just like in the interior of the Central Plains, there are also many Huns and their descendants, such as the 'Changshui Huqi' in the Han army, which is composed of pure Huns, which are actually the products of war.

The Han and the Xiongnu fought for hundreds of years, and the two tribes died countless people in the past few hundred years, and also captured countless prisoners of each other, and the Xiongnu tribes went to attach themselves to the Han court, and similarly, the Han army also surrendered to the Huns after the failure of the battle, so to speak, the change of direction of the war promoted the integration of the two nationalities.

In addition, Xiao Yi also saw a pair of bows and arrows on the wall of the yurt, although it was very old, but Xiao Yi saw that it was a strong bow of about 'four stones', which was extremely powerful, such a bow was not anyone's ability to pull open, and then look at the old herdsman's broad palms with knots, you can know that when he was young, he was also a warrior on the grassland, and even a condor archer.

Of course, these are not the point, what surprised Xiao Yi the most was the style of the bow, with his eyesight, it could be seen that it was a riding bow specially equipped in the Han army, and it was the old style from hundreds of years ago, very simple, and one thing is that this bow is somewhat similar to Xiao Yi's 'Shadow Treasure Carving Bow', could it be that there is some connection between the two?

"Young man, have you taken a fancy to this old man's bow and arrows? Hehe! Now the yurt still has some value, if you like it, then take it, just leave some salt, the children are growing up, without the nourishment of salt water, they will not be able to grow into the strongest men on the grassland, and they will not be able to ride a war horse and pick up a saber! The old man's eyes were very sharp, and he could see at a glance what Xiao Yi was observing.

Struggling to stand up, the old man took off the bow and arrow on the wall, a bow in his hand, the old man's expression immediately changed, it was a change in temperament, if just now he was still a drooping old man with little time to come, then now he has become a real warrior, that focused look, the action of the withered big hands when they stroked the bow, accurately conveyed a message to Xiao Yi, this is a real grassland 'Condor Hand', although he is old, but the 'Condor Shooter' is the 'Condor Shooter!' ’

Just like a lion is still a lion no matter how old he is! The king of beasts, not to be taken lightly!

Like stroking the hair of "qingren", the old man gently touched every part of the bow, there are too many memories and pride of him, although it is an old bow, but the maintenance is excellent, the bow reflects the shiny luster, obviously it is often wiped by people, people will only cherish their most beloved things so much, but looking at the few withered hair and thin dolls around him, the old man is still ruthless, handed out the bow and arrow in his hand.

No matter how important things are, no one is important, and the most important thing among people is these milk dolls, because they represent hope!

"The younger generation doesn't dare to accept such a generous gift from the old man, please take it back, as for what you want,...... Xiaobin, leave half of the things in the car outside to the old man! "Taking a step forward, Xiao Yi gently pushed back the bow and arrow in the old man's hand, and then made a gesture that can only be understood within the 'Condor Shooter', which is a gesture that greets the predecessors of the later life, when Zhang Ji taught him archery, he once taught him a set of body language for the internal connection of the Condor Shooter, and once said that although there are many archers in the world, there are very few who can be called 'Condor Shooters', once encountered, as long as it is not a great enemy of life and death, try to help it when you can help it, because our kind is too rare!

'The bow is in the people, the bow is ruined!' This is a principle that the condor archer must abide by, so Xiao Yi will not accept the old man's bow and arrow no matter what, if an eagle archer wants to get the bow and arrow in the hands of the same kind, there is only one way, that is, on the battlefield, shoot many people with their ability to shoot openly, and only the spoils of war can be deserved!

"Good! Good! It's really rare, it's rare! The old man praised a few times in a row, I don't know whether to praise Xiao Yi's good character, or praise him for stepping into the ranks of the Condor Shooters at such a young age.

The Condor Shooter can't be impersonated, that set of body language will only spread among their own people within them, the master will teach the apprentice by word and deed, and will not leave any text explanation, others can't learn if they want to, not to mention that when Xiao Yi saw the ceremony just now, he turned his hands over to the old man to signal, the hands of the Condor Shooter are completely different from ordinary people, and the thick cocoons in those special places can explain everything!

It is gratifying to meet the same kind in another country!