Yi Heng only saw the color of curiosity and respect in his dark eyes. His round face was plump and flushed, and his black hair was covered with snow-white cashmere shawl.

Although the cloth clothes were rough, they were finely sewn, which was several times cleaner than the Taoist clothes on his body at this time.

"Don't you worry if your father is defeated?" He did not answer the question.

The little boy's thoughts were really distracted. He looked up anxiously at the distance, but he insisted: "dad didn't expect to be ambushed today. He will be OK. I'm not in a hurry!"

Yi Heng secretly smiles in his heart. The child says that he is not in a hurry. In fact, his face is slightly white, and his right hand is unnaturally touching his waist.

A two foot long dagger with an empty scabbard hung around his waist. He even wanted to use the dagger to save his father.

But the dagger was shot down by him just now, and it was still in the grass outside Zhang Zhang's house. The little boy seemed to react, and his eyes were slightly inclined towards the grass.

"Where is this? And where is that over there? "

He asked suddenly.

In this case, it is generally the easiest to get the true information.

"Here is the grassland, and there is naturally grassland!" The child replied unprepared.

His face showed an expression that was true, but his eyes fell into memory again.

Staring at the snow covered mountains in the distance, I thought to myself.

The former Chinese territory includes the Central Plains and the four Yi, Dongman, Beidi, Xirong and Nanyi.

The central place became China. At this time, the four barbarians should be around.

However, those who wore their hair and clothes and didn't eat fire food were Xirong.

"Xirong!" He sighed in his heart.

In the next three thousand years, the four barbarians never stopped killing and occupying the Central Plains, and even the whole of China's rule also came and went back and forth in the hands of Xirong, Beidi and Central Plains.

The most painful thing is the five chaos.

However, the most recent was the warlord of Zhou Dynasty, who was attacked by Xirong, the capital city of Haojing, which directly accelerated the demise of Zhou Dynasty.

"Distinguished guest, since you are from that place, you should be very capable."

The child reacts and stares at him with adoring eyes. In his dark eyes, he shoots out a subtle guard.

Jichang, at the foot of Xiqi mountain, did not have the courage to wage a rebellion at this time. The establishment of the Zhou Dynasty was at least more than ten years away.

Before the war, Xiqi had to defeat or subdue the Xirong in the rear. Only when Xiqi had no worries about the future could he dare to attack the merchants.

"I have some skills, but now I have to cross the desert steppe, tired and tired, and have to cross the snow capped mountains, so I don't have much left!"

He stood up. Although his clothes were shabby and his hair was covered with a shawl, he did not show the spirit of a monk at all. However, there was still a vast air emanating from him, which scared the children five feet away and stepped back two steps.

After sweeping, I saw the color of adoration in children's eyes.

It's hard to find such a tall man in the grassland of Xirong. No wonder he saw that he was not a prairie man at a glance.

But we can also see that the children are not ordinary grassland herdsmen.

However, in the end, Xiqi excluded Xirong from the mountain range, so he didn't have to worry about it.

What he wants to see now is the mountain range.

Above that mountain range, there is a peak, the waist of the peak has a pool of water.

The mountain range is called Tianshan mountain range, the peak is called Tianshan Mountain, and the pond water is called yaochi.

"The Yao pool where the queen mother of the West bathes. Where is the queen mother of the west?" He asked himself in a low voice. He stopped looking at the little boy and walked forward.

The little boy was only about his waist. When he saw him walking forward, he immediately ran after him, shouting: "we can't go ahead, there will be a fight!"

But Yi Heng seems to have not heard the general, calmly walk down the hill, toward the distance!

The little boy seemed to think that he was general, and began to have some asthma, but still followed closely.

...

"Jichang, you and I are of the same clan. Why did you attack our grassland for no reason?"

"Hehe, the Marquis is is not here. Ask me to come. As long as you go back there, the two families are of the same clan. Otherwise

The shaggy man turned his head and followed his fingers to the rear.

The snow covered mountains divide the grassland in two.

Although there are also fertile grass and rivers on the other side of the mountains, where is the temptation of the prosperous central plains?

Not only property, beauty, but also copper casting knives and arrows.

The beauty of wealth is a symbol of a grassland hero to show off the grassland, and the sword and arrow are the sharp weapon for the tribe to dominate the grassland.

Even these two items can never go back beyond the mountains.

He twisted back his thick neck, his face was black and ugly, and he snorted:

"hum! Today, Dayi merchants are old and dilapidated, and Xiqi's heart is well known in the world. Why don't we put our two soldiers in one place and change the position of the world's common master

In front of him, the general in red armor felt a little thinking and remained silent.As the two armies confronted each other, the sound of conversation before the battle suddenly turned into a whisper.

...

"military officer, do you think the proposal proposed by the Rong people is feasible

Jiang Ziya looked at Ji Chang, who had been sitting on the top, but his body was leaning forward slightly at this time. He could not help touching his chin white beard with confidence.

Since the Taoist of our family took him to the yuxu palace of Kunlun to see the master, I don't know what the Taoist said to the master.

Only knowing that the two disappeared in the sky, the master looked at him differently and promised that if the time was right, he would let himself take charge of the power of God worship in the world.

He was confused.

There are a lot of doubts. Why does the master listen to the Taoist of his own family? What is the right to worship gods? Why should younger martial brothers be so jealous? When is the right time?

These doubts have not yet been clarified, he saw the ability of the Taoist to soar through the clouds.

The Taoist of his own family directly took himself from Kunlun mountain to Weishui River to live in seclusion. He also asked himself to learn the art of war and Confucianism with several Taoists.

Finally, one day, I was arranged to go fishing by the Weishui river. Originally, I loved fishing.

But when he looked at the fishing rod with a straight hook in shock, even though he had not yet used the bait, and even had to be three feet away from the water, he thought that the Taoist had gone mad.

However, it was later proved that the Taoist was not mad, but someone else was mad.

The man was leaning slightly towards himself, ready to listen to his ideas.

"Cough!" He pretended to meditate for a moment, and did not dare to let the other party realize that he had a plan in mind. He thought more comprehensively than he did. He whispered in a deep voice: "the king certainly has a plan in mind. Jiang Shang's shallow views are for reference only!"

Ji Chang was very satisfied with the divination skill handed down to him by the Taoist priest, and even more satisfied with the skill of divination.

Along the Weihe River, the fisherman can be a military teacher.

"Speak up, master!"

"The current of Xirong and Beidi can only be prevented and not believable, but can only be used but not relied on."

Ji Chang in the heart secretly praises, facial expression is gratified, slightly nods.

...

after all, Yi Heng did not cross the snow covered mountains.

The little boy was very tired, so he sat down on the grass and took the water bag from his waist to drink. Naturally, he would not stop because he was thirsty.

But then the little boy took out a piece of mutton that was still emitting cooked mutton, but let him stop immediately.

He thought for a moment, turned and strode towards the little boy sitting on the ground.

Grassland land, Xirong people, hair, clothing, do not eat fire eaters!

Why does the little boy have cooked food?

He kept recalling everything about Xirong in his previous life.

In the Yin and Shang Dynasties, Xirong should still be in a very primitive position.

If you think about it, you will find many mistakes.

Copper knife, horse training, cooked food, coarse cloth.

It seems that there is no big difference between the two cities.

"Where did you get your cooked meat?"

The little boy looked at him with some fear. He squeezed the mutton that was still biting in his mouth. He did not dare to bite or put it down.

"Don't be afraid. I just ask casually. It reminds me of the cooked mutton in the Central Plains, and also reminds me of my hometown and relatives!"

Yi Heng, with a kind look, specially mentions his hometown and relatives.

Sure enough, the little boy put the mutton down slowly from his mouth. It seemed that he didn't give up, but he suddenly handed it to him and said, "Dear guest, eat it!"

He looked at the cooked mutton more than a foot away from him. There were some tears on it, and there were two rows of neat teeth marks, which were more full of the little boy's saliva.

Shaking his head slightly and lifting his chin, he motioned to eat by himself.

A little relieved, the little boy quickly took back the mutton, but did not continue to bite, but carefully stuffed into his arms.

After stuffing the mutton, he raised his head and said with a round smile, "my mother was afraid that I would be hungry, so she specially prepared it. It's fragrant."

"Well, your grandmother really loves you!"

"Of course, my mother is kind, but the grassland is famous."

"Must be famous for roast mutton?"

The little boy said with pride in his eyes, "it's also famous." Then he wanted to reach out to his waist and suddenly remembered that there was someone in front of him. His right hand immediately stopped at his waist, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Ha ha, it's a coincidence. I'm also good at roasting mutton. I don't know where your grandmother learned it. Is it better than me?"

"Certainly better than you," the little boy said aloud, taking the opportunity to put down his right hand. "My mother has been taught by the immortal herself!"

Yi Heng is surprised, the immortal teaches? Is it Xun hall immortal or Taoist here?

He felt bad for a moment.

No matter it's a monk or a Taoist here, it will never be a good thing to intervene in Xirong. Maybe it will be difficult for Xiqi to remove Xirong's threat and worries.If so, when will they raise troops to attack merchants? Will history follow the established track?

He is not worried about history.

He was worried about himself.

If history changes, can we still exist, return to previous lives, and see our relatives?

Yi Heng suddenly asked, "where are immortals?"

"Immortal, far and far to the East!"

Yi Heng points at his back in doubt: "not on that mountain?"

Isn't the top of Tianshan Mountain a good place for monks to live? Where did the story of Queen Mother Xi come from?

He had thought that the legend of Queen Mother of the West must have been seen and spread by ordinary people by some Taoist, but now it seems not necessarily so.