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Murong Feng was silent for a while and nodded helplessly. Although he felt that this was very aggrieved, he had to admit that Liu Xiu was telling the truth. Otherwise, if he had no strength, why would he have come to bow to Liu Xiu? If it was true that Liu Xiu said, there was such a place that no one could control, it would be a good place to rest and recuperate.

"But with my current strength, I'm afraid that I won't get there, and I'll..."

Liu Xiu smiled and never spoke again. He had already expressed his attitude and was not allowed to be within the range of his military force, otherwise he would kill him. As for how you go, that was your business. The nomadic peoples had no place to live. Do you still need me to provide you with food? I didn't beat the dog and took your life, so it was already considered to be a face-saving Fengliu.

"Let's do this, you spend the winter in Junji Mountain. I'll send you some cattle and sheep. When it's spring tomorrow, you'll go west." Feng Li opened his mouth, saying something to Murong Feng, but his eyes looked at Liu Xiu. Murong Feng understood that although Junji Mountain was the sphere of influence of the Xianbei people, it was also within Liu Xiu's attack range. Feng Li wanted to take him in for a while and also obtained Liu Xiu's consent.

"This is a good idea." Liu Xiu laughed and clapped his hands: "Maybe we still have a chance to hunt together."

Murong Feng sighed secretly. He fell to this point in front of him. Feng Rift fell to the current situation. The entire Xianbei was divided into pieces. It was all the evils of the hateful Han man in front of him. But no matter how much he hated him, he had to bow to him at this moment. People on the grassland believed in strength. And Liu Xiu's strength was stronger than them. There was nothing we could do about it.

"I'm looking forward to that day too." Murong Feng raised the wine pot and said with something in his words.

"I believe this day will not be too far away." Liu Xiu also raised his wine pot and touched Murong Feng for a moment. Feng Li frowned and hesitated for a moment: "Deran, do you intend to move westward?"

"Yes, the West is full of gold, which is very tempting." Liu Xiu pulled out his short knife. He cut a piece of meat from the roasted sheep, picked it up with the tip of the knife, and sent it to Murong Feng. Murong Feng's eyes tightened, but he bent down quietly, and directly held up the piece of meat from Liu Xiu's knife, chewed it hard. He nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, General, this piece of meat is very delicious."

"I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha." Liu Xiu smiled, and cut another piece of the wind, and finally cut one piece for himself, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. He looked at Murong Feng, and he could not say that this Xianbei man was indeed a hero. If He Lian was beaten to death, he would not dare to eat meat like this. "You may not be very clear. My big man's silk is very popular in the West, and it is transported from Luoyang to Parthia. The profit of ten times is a small business. If you really want to grow, it will be a huge profit. I want to reopen this business path. If the Grandmaster moves quickly, I can give you a share of the pie."

Murong Feng twitched his lips: "I heard that the Central Plains are fighting in a melee. There is a shortage of food and it is almost consuming people. Do you still have silk to transport the west?"

"There will be a great rule after the chaos." Liu Xiu disagreed: "I can assure the Grand Marshal that as fast as three years, as slow as five years, I will definitely send a caravan full of silk to the West and earn piles of gold. Grand Marshal, if you are slow, don't blame me for not bringing you rich."

"Three or five years?" Murong Feng pulled out his short knife, cut a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth and chewed it: "The general is very optimistic about the current situation."

"As the Grand Marshal said," Liu Xiu tilted his mouth, "Master, you have to stay in Junji Mountain until April and May next year. I believe that by then you will believe where my optimism comes from. You will definitely be able to travel west with a hundred times confidence, and maybe you can build a great empire of the Murong clan."

"Then I will wait for the general's good news." Murong Feng smiled slightly: "I also borrow the general's auspicious words. If there is such a day, I will definitely repay the general's good wishes a hundred times."

Liu Xiu thought that this Xianbei people were really cruel. When they were so down and out, they dared to say harsh words. They were really a wolf on the grassland. However, the Han people were not sheep. Although they had been immersed in Confucianism for hundreds of years, the blood in the bones of the Han people is still there. There is a saying in the Han Chinese that "if you give birth to a boy like a wolf, you are still afraid of being weak (wang, meaning cowardly). If you give birth to a girl like a rat, you are still afraid of being a tiger." The general meaning is that a man must be fierce and ruthless, which is related to the cowardice of the Han people in later generations.

The image of weak is very different. In fact, this is normal. For example, the Taixue students who have no problems should discuss politics and slander the ministers. To put it in a bad way, it is called idle, but on the other hand, it is also a manifestation of active participation in politics. Lu Zhi was a great scholar, but he was not a weak person. His martial arts skills were no worse than ordinary warriors, and fencing was a very fashionable sport among the current scholars. The scholars of the Han Dynasty were definitely not the kind of nerds who could only read.

"I am very honored to be remembered by the famous Marshal Murong on the grassland." Liu Xiu nodded in a humble and arrogant manner: "I am very much looking forward to the day when I will hunt with the Marshal."

Murong Feng was choking. He heard the smell of blood from Liu Xiu's words, and suddenly decided to accept Liu Xiu's suggestion: Go west and go as far as possible. It is very dangerous to deal with such Han people. I am not his opponent. Whether my descendants will be his opponent in the future depends on whether God takes care of him.

Seeing that the big thing had been agreed upon, Murong Feng and Liu Xiu lost again due to a quarrel. They were afraid of being unhappy again, so they quickly raised the wine pot and touched each of them, and smiled and said, "Drink, drink, drink, and never get drunk today."

"Then I'll make a living." Murong Feng understood and blinked his eyes and said, "I can't drink such wine normally. If you don't say it today, I'll just stop drunk."

"Okay, don't drink anymore, don't leave." Feng Lie laughed.

This meal was indeed drunk. After Liu Xiu returned to the tent, he woke up in the middle of the night and felt dry mouth. Fengxue was sleeping soundly, so he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he got up by himself and searched everywhere, but found no hot water. Yan Xing, who was paying night outside, woke up and asked quickly. When he learned that Liu Xiu was going to drink water, he quickly got up and prepared to boil water. Liu Xiu stopped him: "You go to bed, I'll dig some snow outside to cook."

Seeing Liu Xiu insisting, Yan Xing had to lie down again. Liu Xiu picked up the kettle, put on a big bearskin cloak, and left the tent. The moonlight outside was just right, illuminating the snowy white area. You could see the end of the sky at a glance, and your heart suddenly became open. You couldn't help but open your arms, took a deep breath of cold air, and then vomited a large mouthful of turbid air with the smell of wine.

"When this beautiful scenery, do you feel anything?" A crisp sound suddenly came from behind.

"Who?" Yan Xing, who had not closed his eyes, was so scared that he heard this sound. He instinctively fucked the ring knife beside the pillow, and rushed out with a quick step. He opened his arms to protect Liu Xiu, staring at the white figure standing next to the big tent.

"What a loyal subordinate." The man chuckled softly.

Liu Xiu's eyes tightened, and he handed the kettle in his hand to Yan Xing, and smiled faintly: "Yanming, a distinguished guest is visiting. Go and cook a pot of good tea."

Yan Xing also recognized this time. This man was a mysterious person he had met in White Horse Temple. It was snowy and snowy at this time, but the man was still wearing a white silk suit and just added a white cloak outside. It was as white as snow. It was really not easy to find when standing in the snow. However, the man could sneak around but not be discovered because of his light body technique that made Luo Yao feel ashamed of. Otherwise, no one of the thousands of personal guards could not be discovered by these two hundred steps.

"General!" Yan Xing's voice trembled a little because it was cold or nervous.

"It's okay." Liu Xiu patted Yan Xing's strong shoulder: "A paranormal person will not do those despicable things. You can take care of yourself and boil water. Don't disturb others."

Yan Xing hesitated for a long time before nodding, took the kettle, went to the distance to dig a large pot of snow, walked into the big tent quickly, put the kettle on the fire pit, put the kettle on the fire pit, put it on, thought about it, and then placed his bow in a convenient position.

"The general is very demeanor." The man turned around and looked away with his hands behind his back, "But I have no interest in drinking tea. Is the general so happy to walk with me in the snow?"

Liu Xiu said without hesitation: "Since sir is so elegant, why should I do it? But I am not as good as my teacher. Can I let me go in and add two pieces of clothes?"

The man looked at Liu Xiu's almost naked body under his cloak and couldn't help laughing. He shook his head and stretched out his right hand: "If the general doesn't mind, he can hold my hand, which is warmer than any other clothes."

Liu Xiu was stunned, but did not refuse. He turned around and ordered Yan Xing, and then held the man's hand calmly. The man's hand was very smooth, his skin was tight, and his knuckles were not thick, a bit like a woman's hand. It was just the most surprising thing to Liu Xiu. As soon as he held the man's hand, a stream of hot water flowed in from his palm, and for a moment he circulated all over his body. His whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, all his limbs and bones were all happy, and there was no trace of chill.

"Sir, I'm good at doing things." Liu Xiu praised and walked: "Then let's go."

The man looked at Liu Xiu with appreciation, nodded with satisfaction, and did not speak. He held Liu Xiu's hand and did not see how he acted. He took a step casually. Liu Xiu felt like a swallow eagle, flying lightly, and took three big steps in one step.

Although Liu Xiu had experienced several life and deaths, facing such an expert, he was not afraid of boiling water and was so fierce that he could not help but exclaim when he experienced such a magical experience. The man seemed to be prepared and smiled indifferently: "This is just a technique of lightening the body. He is not reluctant to walk thousands of miles away from the wind. General, don't you want to abandon the wealth and power of the world and experience the beauty of becoming an immortal?"

Liu Xiu smiled slightly: "Sir, you can't become an immortal. How dare I hope a vulgar person like me?"

"Otherwise." The man shook his head: "The general was blinded by this troubled world. As long as the general was willing, he could appreciate the joy of Taoism at any time. It was a huge task to surpass me." Seeing that Liu Xiu was just smiling but said without saying a word, "General, today I will let you peek into the mystery of Taoism."
Chapter completed!