This Qianchang first looked left and right, and then pulled Duan Shaojun aside, then took a deep breath and said with a strange expression. "It's not because there was a great event in the Golden Tent that the Khan and the Yan clan were angry, and the punishment was very harsh."

Seeing Duan Shaojun's appearance of listening attentively, the chatter cleared his throat with satisfaction and told Duan Shaojun the truth. "It is said that it was because a priceless gem known as the Heart of Gold was stolen from the scimitar of our great and respected Khan."

"Heart of Gold? Arrogant name, is that gem worth a lot? Duan Shaojun's eyes narrowed, touched his chin, and asked with a very curious and gossipy expression.

People who don't know the inside story will definitely not think that Duan Shaojun's goods are actually the ultimate owner of dirty things, and the thousands of people in front of him naturally can't see any flaws in Duan Shaojun's old fritters.

"That's nature, the gem known as the Golden Heart, is the Great Khan of Qiming who led our Khithu people in the extreme North Sea to conquer the last Hun Hu Empire, and took the largest golden gem gold heart in the crown of the Hun Hu Emperor, and set it on this scimitar as proof that my Khithu people are the ultimate overlords of the grassland."

“…… Tell me, is this gem precious? Qianchang Qibi winked at Duan Shaojun with a smug face, as if he was also the hero who followed the Great Khan of Qiming to conquer and level the Hun Hu Empire more than three hundred years ago.

"In this way, this gem is indeed a precious anomaly, hiss...... Could it be the gem on the scimitar that hung high in the golden tent and was placed on the weapon rack behind the big khan's bed? Duan Shaojun said with a shocked expression.

Gems are indeed very precious, but the most precious jewels do not lie in their material value, but in their historical meaning.

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If this piece of gold can be passed down along with its story, then it can be regarded as one of the ten most famous jewels in history, and at that time, its historical significance alone will be enough to make its value impossible to measure in terms of money.

Nima, this golden gem belongs to my brother, and no one wants to take it away from my brother's hands again, alas, it's a pity, if the little brother is a little bolder, a little more clever, and steals the scimitar that is full of historical significance and value, how good it would be

After talking to this Qianchang for a while, those Qihu soldiers had also finished searching, exited Duan Shaojun's tent, and shook their heads at this Qianchang to show that they had returned in vain.

Qian Chang looked like he had known this, perhaps in his eyes, he always felt that Duan Shaojun was just a doctor, and he really couldn't do such a thing.

How did they know that the person who did the snitch was actually a monk disguised as a guard.

After that, Duan Shaojun sternly warned Xu Zheng and the others not to cause trouble with the whole son, otherwise, it is no longer an idea to let you people run naked in front of the alien barbarians with your bare butts, but will become a reality.

Xu Zheng and the others solemnly received the order, they all knew very well that Duan Dagongzi had always been easy to talk to, he seemed to be friendly and had no shelf, and it seemed that he could be a human or a ghost.

But these are all things that seem to be, under the humble appearance of Duan Dagongzi, he is absolutely evil, at least whoever provokes this thing, then the end can only be described as miserable.

Those unlucky ghosts who didn't take his warnings seriously will also be remembered for the rest of their lives, such as those Chinese soldiers who were imprisoned in a small black room, or the Lang general who was instructed by Xu Shou to find Duan Dagongzi's stubble.

Of course, their pro-soldiers have also suffered similar hardships, and they understand very well that as long as Duan Dagongzi puts a straight face and says the right thing, if you dare not take this matter seriously, then brother, you will definitely have something.

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Duan Shaojun stood on the top of a hillside, looking out at the distant, green horizon, and the prairie after the rain was so clean and intoxicating. Where the horizons intersect, the white clouds and the cattle and sheep seem to be mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish which is the cloud and which is the cattle and sheep.

But seeing such a beautiful realm, Duan Shaojun's mood did not improve, anyway, since he saw the ninth prince Lahan on the day of the fight, Duan Shaojun's mood has not been better.

The ninth prince was like a piece of dog skin plaster wrapped in a stinky ****, tightly stuck to the corners of his clothes, it was too disgusting to pull it with his hands, and he couldn't pick it up when he picked something. Brother can't even wear clothes for such a rotten dog skin plaster, at least Duan Shaojun feels that it hasn't reached the point where he needs to tear his face with his bare ass.

But he was very upset, after Lahan came over to persuade Duan Shaojun to surrender to him on the day, soon, all kinds of immortals appeared one after another, among which there were also several Qihu nobles with real power and strength who also started to let Duan Shaojun, a miracle doctor who could save the life of the Khan, take refuge in himself.

Fortunately, because Duan Shaojun saved Mo Li Khan's life, those people didn't dare to be strong against Duan Shaojun, a miracle doctor, at this time, but they either lured him with profit, or threatened him with words. It really annoyed Duan Shaojun and couldn't bear it.

In the end, Duan Shaojun simply found the Yan family directly, and when the Yan family heard about her husband's life-saving benefactor, she was actually annoyed by these bastards, and she couldn't help but feel angry in her heart, and informed the great shaman.

And when the Great Shaman stood up, no matter how much dissatisfaction those people had, in the eyes of the Khu, the Great Shaman, whose prestige was not inferior to that of the Khan, could only make them temporarily extinguish their minds.

Although it was clear that harassment was impossible, they decided to use another method and ask Duan Shaojun, the Duan Divine Doctor, to treat them.

For example, today, the concubine beside the Ninth Prince Lahan was in poor health, so he asked Doctor Duan to come to see a doctor, and Duan Shaojun naturally had no way to refuse.

Knowing that this bastard wants to pursue again...... Uh, it's disgusting to say this, or this guy will definitely persuade himself to work in vain, although it is clear that he will not succeed, but Duan Shaojun is really a little annoyed to deal with it.

"Such a beautiful scenery, only the grassland after the summer rain, why does the virtuous brother still look sad?" Next to him, this guy Almu was humming a grassland tune very heartlessly, and he couldn't stop admiring it with a sighing sound, and Duan Shaojun always wanted to kick it over.

It's best to kick this girl down into a lump of cow dung that has been crumbled into mud by the summer rain a short distance ahead. If not, I really can't get through my thoughts.

"Alas, I'm really worried, I'm worried that I look so handsome, go to see the beautiful concubine of the Ninth Prince, and accidentally look at the old king next door, that's too bad, alas......" Duan Shaojun's head was crooked, his hair was flicked, and he looked like a lonely posture, and he could see that Almu next to him had a black line.

"Brother Xian, what kind of allusion is this old king next door, I'm afraid it's not a good thing, right?" Almu crooked his mouth, and asked curiously after a dry cough for a long time.

Although Almu is in his thirties, old does not mean that he is old, and he still maintains a strong curiosity.

Seeing a middle-aged uncle with a beard on his face looking at him stupidly, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but sigh. "I can't imagine that brother, you can guess eight or nine, not far from ten......"

"Childe, what the hell is this old king next door, can you tell me about it, anyway, this son will have to be a while away from the camp of the ninth prince, and he will be idle if he is idle."

"You all want to hear what the old king next door is?" Duan Shaojun turned his head and glanced at the guard beside him, a group of gossip people nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice, and even the little senior brother Jian An, who had never spoken much, and now wore a personal soldier costume and dressed as Duan Shaojun's guard, also widened his eyes curiously.

"Well, since you want to hear it, then I'll tell you a magical legend, the origin of the old king next door ......" Duan Shaojun cleared his throat, like a storyteller who is very good at mastering the emotions of the audience and the rhythm of the performance, and the horsewhip slapped in his hand.

"It is said that once upon a time, on the prairie, there was a family surnamed Wang. Ahem...... No, it's in a ...... In a small town, there is a family whose head is surnamed Wang, but his name is no longer available. Duan Shaojun glanced at Almu beside him and shook his head regretfully.

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