Volume 1: Wind Rising From the Mountains and Lakes Chapter 134: Wind-Swept Tribe
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Uchai and Jitang came back when night fell yesterday, and brought back ten horses. In this way, the problem of horse shortage will be solved.
At dawn, the group, led by Uchai, continued eastward.
The twenty-seven people when they left home, plus the eleven people from Hujiao Hall, now only thirty-four are left. In less than a month, four people were lost. The familiar smiling face passed away together with the laughter that still lingered in the ears, leaving the disciples no longer as excited as they were at the beginning when facing the beautiful scenery of the grassland.
Every day, we walked again and again, and the journey went smoothly. Seven days later, at noon, everyone in the Tianlong Sect slowed down.
Looking around, five miles away, there are hundreds of white yurts connected together, as well as countless cattle, sheep and horses.
Uchai said that everyone has arrived at the hinterland of the grassland, which should be a tribe called Sada.
As we got closer, an eye-catching wolf shawl fluttered in the wind. The animal skin on it had incomprehensible marks. Uchai told everyone that what was depicted was wind, the totem and symbol of this tribe.
In the local ancient language, Sada means popular. This tribe can also be called the Fengxing tribe.
In the tribe, in front of a rather tall yurt, colorful silks were torn into rainbows, decorating the surrounding area beautifully. People in festive costumes come and go. The smiles on everyone's faces indicate that today is a happy day for the entire tribe.
The yurt is covered with thick leather, and there is an exquisite animal cauldron in the middle. wisps of sandalwood rise from it, curling up, light and refreshing. A circle of low purple wood tables were filled with various fruits and fine wines. Behind the short table, an old man with eyes like an eagle and a face like tree bark sits cross-legged. His thin fingers are stroking his gray beard, and the jade finger on his thumb is crystal clear.
However, the old man's face was gloomy, which was incompatible with the festive scene outside the yurt.
There were two people standing in front of the old man. One was in his forties or fifties. He was fat, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and he had a kind and philistine look on his face. One was a strong man in his thirties or forties, with a black beard and a somewhat anxious look on his dark red face.
"Dad, the people welcoming the bride haven't arrived yet. Did something happen on the way?" The strong man took a step forward and said in a low voice.
The old man turned the jade ring in his hand, pondered for a long time, sighed, and said: "I, the Sada family, wanted to take advantage of this marriage to become friends with the Humu family forever. Both Sada and Humu are tribes with three to five hundred tents. , there is no distinction between high and low, they are similar in strength. After my granddaughter gets married, the two families will become more intimate, which will at least bring peace to this grassland for a hundred years. Who would have thought that another Chai Ci family would pop up now."
The old man's rich voice was full of helplessness. He glanced at the fat man, changed his tone and asked, "Saershu, what do you think of this matter?"
The fat man stroked the two shiny black beards on his lips, and was thinking silently. When he heard the words, the fat on his face twitched, and he hurriedly leaned towards the old man to show respect, and then slowly said: "Saren As the elder of the Sada family, I, Sarshu, quite agree with what the great elder said.”
Salshu sighed with emotion, his narrowed eyes flashed, and he quickly looked at the old man. The leader of this tribe, who was also his brother, had an expressionless face and was very dissatisfied with his words.
Salshu coughed slightly, and then continued: "The strength of the Chai Ci family is too great. A tribe with thousands of tents can't be counted by a palm on the grassland. I heard that the Chai Ci family's youngest son Chai He is not a beard, he is in his early twenties, he is strong and brave, he can capture tigers and split leopards with his bare hands, and he is a hero on the grassland. He has always had a crush on my little Sam Li'er. Together, they can be regarded as a match made in heaven. In this way, for my Sada family..."
"That's enough! Salshu, are you letting my lark fall into the tiger's mouth?" The strong man on the side couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted Salshu with a roar.
Salshu trembled with fright, tried his best to open his eyes wide, spread his hands in grievance, and complained: "Saha, why am I also your clan uncle and an elder of the Saada family? How can you talk to me?" You know I am telling the truth, I, Sarshu, have worked hard for my family, Sarda!"
Sarshu leaned down to Saren again and said with a sad face: "Great Elder Saren, you have to make the decision for me!"
"Okay! Stop making trouble!" Saren shouted. When he couldn't calm down, he breathed slightly, looked at the fat Salshu in front of him, and closed his eyes helplessly.
Saha glanced at Salshu disdainfully, feeling depressed and uncomfortable in his heart. Suddenly, the Mu family had made an arrangement with the Sada family a year ago, and the elders of the two families drank the engagement wine in person. Now, the wedding day has arrived, but the people to greet the bride have not come. This is an unimaginable thing on the grassland.
Even if something unexpected happens to the other party, someone should still send someone to deliver a message. But seeing that the time had come, there was still no movement from the Mu family. This time the Sada family lost all face. What is going on here? Saha was so troubled that he couldn't figure it out.
"Great Elder, a group of people is coming from a distance!" A young man walked into the yurt and leaned down to salute.
"Are you from the Humu family?" Saren sat up straight and opened his eyes.
Saha looked surprised, thinking that the bride must have arrived.
A trace of suspicion flashed across Salshu's eyes and he remained silent.
"No, they said they were from Jiulong Mountain." The young man lowered his head and answered.
The eyes of Saren and his son were full of disappointment, only Salshu looked relaxed.
"Forget it, since they are guests from afar, welcome them in and treat them well!" Saren slowly stood up, thought for a while, and whispered: "Tell the boys of the Sada family not to miss any disturbance within ten miles!"
The person who came to report retreated in response. Saren waved his hand and said weakly: "Everything is in God's will, go out and take a look!"
The people of the Tianlong Sect, followed by two men on horseback, walked into the Sala tribe.
In an open space, Saren took Saha and Salshu to greet everyone and arranged for the guests to sit.
The horses were settled by someone, and there was no shortage of fodder and clean water on the grassland. Lin Yi packed up the carriage and saw that many low tables formed a big circle in the open space not far away, and many people were eating and drinking on the low tables. He looked for a quiet corner, and went over there, sitting cross-legged.
On the low table in front of him, there were milk wine, mutton, and fried fruits, which made people very hungry. Lin Yi picked up the bowl of wine, took a sip, and grabbed a piece of meat and ate it by himself.
Saren let Meng Shan and Zhen Yuanzi sit in the host and guest seats.
The guest follows the host's wishes. Elder Meng and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other, greeted each other and sat down, but they were thinking about it in their hearts. Even Lin Yi, who was far away, frowned after eating a piece of meat.
Lin Yi held the wine bowl and drank slowly, but his eyes looked around. Just now, I heard that this family was holding a wedding, but the celebration was always missing something. Even the elder had a forced smile and a worried look on his face. He didn't understand the customs of the grassland and could only watch the excitement from the side.
Mu Qing'er and Senior Sister Xu were not far from Lin Yi, huddled together, whispering, looking around curiously.
Suddenly seeing Lin Yi coming, Mu Qing'er smiled slightly, quite friendly, which made Lin Yi stunned for a moment, then drank the wine in the bowl, and then turned his head to look elsewhere woodenly.
Mu Qing'er curled her lips, not caring about Lin Yi's indifference, still smiling, looking around with bright eyes. Senior Sister Xu glanced at Lin Yi inadvertently, and saw him drinking and eating meat alone like a silly boy, and she also smiled.
After that rainy night, whether it was Mu Qing'er or Senior Sister Xu, their contempt for Lin Yi had disappeared. At the critical moment of life and death, he made a self-sacrificing act to save others, even if he was a lowly driver, it would make people respect him. What's more, this is a person that even girls can't see through!
Lin Yi raised his glass, shook his hand to Wu Cai, and drank it all in one gulp with a smile. Wu Chai laughed loudly, his hearty smile reminded people of the sunshine above. Warm and frank!
Gradually, more people came to the scene, and Saren's face became more gloomy. Perhaps they heard something, Elder Meng and Zhen Yuanzi tactfully lowered their heads to eat and drink. In return for this hospitality, respecting the host and not taking advantage of the host is undoubtedly the most appropriate etiquette. The two worldly masters naturally understood the three flavors.
After toasting with the people around him, Lin Yi put down the wine bowl, stroked his slightly bulging belly, burped, waved his hand apologetically, and smiled and declined the enthusiastic persuasion.
This wine is not intoxicating, but it makes people full. In broad daylight, you can't use spiritual power to dissolve a belly full of water. Helplessly, Lin Yi's face drooped, and the appearance of being unable to handle the wine made the people around him laugh.
Lin was half lying on the felt carpet, his eyes half open and half closed, but he was estimating the time in his heart. He suddenly raised his eyelids and turned his head to look outside.
A horse galloped over quickly. Before the horse stopped, the rider jumped off, covered in blood, and rushed into the field in a few steps, shouting loudly: "Most of Chai Ci's troops are ten miles away--!"
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