Inside the pink gauze tent, Feng Miaoqing was breathing evenly. There was neither joy nor sadness on her face. Her eyes were wide open, but there was no look on her face. It turned out that after Amihan gave him the Lost Soul Pill that day, except for eating at midnight and going out at noon every day, she lay like this and lost her soul the rest of the time. Even when she ate, she had to be fed into her mouth one by one. .
Amihan knew that his granddaughter had a strong temper, and he could not persuade her at all. If she insisted on not agreeing to the marriage, she might do something stupid under his coercion. Forced by helplessness, he had no choice but to use this method to make his granddaughter surrender.
In fact, he still loves this granddaughter very much in his heart. After all, she is his only relative in the world. The older a person gets, the smaller his heart becomes. Amihan is no exception. He often laments that his time is short. Of course, the thing that worried him the most was his precious granddaughter.
In his opinion, this expedition was a disaster, and the Ming army might be stronger than he thought. He had to be cautious because he couldn't afford to lose. There was another hidden worry in his mind.
He no longer trusts Ji Qianyun so much. Because the young master's temperament and behavior recently were different from those in the past, and sometimes even a little crazy, he was worried that if this continued, Ji Qianyun would not only fail to revive the Bo tribe, but would instead lead the people of the tribe into the abyss of death. Maybe his idea was wrong in the past. He always thought that through war, the Bo people would be able to surpass the Han people, or be on an equal footing with the Han people.
But once the flames of war burn, you have to pay a heavy price if you want to extinguish them. On the contrary, this road seems to be getting narrower and darker. He seemed to be vaguely aware of this mistake in his heart, but he stubbornly believed that he must resist if he wanted to leave a way for future generations to survive.
Tears flowed from Amihan's eyes. He gently placed his skinny palm on Feng Miaoqing's forehead and murmured: "Good boy, grandpa will give you freedom." As he said that, he stood up and looked at the people outside the door. Feng Miaoqing's confidant maid said: "Duojie, come here and I have some instructions for you."
A good-looking girl pushed the door open, put one hand on her shoulder and leaned over and said, "High Priest, please give me your instructions." Amihan lowered his voice and whispered a few words in her ear, and then asked, "Are you really Are you all clear?" Duojie nodded and said: "Yes. Don't worry, high priest, Duojie will remember every word you say, and I will definitely protect the safety of the saint."
After the bunker's suspension bridge was lowered, Amihan rode into the bunker with the team led by Sanda. An Shou was dressed in fine clothes. He saw Amihan from a distance and said loudly: "Amihan, my old friend, I am so happy to see that your body and bones are still strong." Amihan got off the horse and stepped forward, hooking his right hand on his left He saluted over his shoulder and said with a smile: "Chief Anshou, old man, I am very happy to see you."
Amihan glanced around and asked: "Why didn't you see the two leaders Remo and Wangxian?" An Shou laughed and said: "Those two perverts are accompanied by beautiful women, so they probably can't move their legs. Here comes an old friend. He pretended not to know." After hearing this, Amihan was not angry, but said with great appreciation: "Well, it seems that being young is indeed a good thing."
An Shou stretched out an arm and said loudly: "Old friend, please." Not far away, two doors painted with ancient totems slowly opened. A dozen burly men on the left and right sides of the door blew horns together, their voices deep and long.
Amihan was followed by Sangda, whose eyes were moving wildly, and his right hand was always pressed on the handle of the knife. An Shou was talking and laughing first, and Amihan also joined in. Not long after, everyone came to a huge cave.
The circular chandelier hangs from the dome inside the cave, and coupled with the lights in the stone niches on the cave wall, the cave is not dark. Amihan saw Remo, who had become a one-eyed dragon, flirting with an enchanting woman, and then smiled and said: "Is Chief Remo okay?" Remo narrowed his other eye and said coldly: "Huh! It's up to the high priest. Fortunately, he is not dead after all.”
Amihan saw his cold tone and guessed that he had a grudge against the Bo tribe's sending troops. Then he turned around and saluted Wangxian. Wangxian ate a piece of fruit fed by the beauty, rolled his eyes at Amihan, and said, "No need, no need."
An Shou asked someone to give Amihan a seat. He first looked at the sapphire ring on his finger, then glanced at Amihan, smiled at him and said: "High Priest, you are a guest. Come on, let's dance. .”
Several graceful women wearing animal skins began to dance to the rhythm played by the musicians. The dances of the barbarians are very different from those of the Middle-earth dances, and the general content mostly shows war scenes. So these women all held knives in their hands.
Amihan has long lost interest in these women, and there are not many things that interest him anymore. But this was An Shou's deliberate arrangement. As a guest, he couldn't go against the host's good intentions. I also cheered happily when I saw the wonderful things.
Remo said with a bad smile: "High Priest, I didn't expect that at your age, you still have the heart of a boy." Amihan smiled and said: "Haha, Chief Remo has to thank you. Although the old man has the heart of a boy, his body can't keep up with him. Like a teenager."
Remo said: "I see that the warrior behind you looks very impressive. I wonder if you can let him do a dance for everyone to cheer up?" Amihan said: "General Sanda is a rough man. You let him dance around the bonfire. It's okay. I'm afraid letting him dance like a little girl might stain everyone's eyes. Don't you think so, Sanda?" Sanda said quickly: "Yes, I can't dance. Please forgive me, Chief Remo."
Wang Xian said: "Why don't we let the high priest dance? Among our villages in the southwest, the best shaman dance is Ami Khan. It's rare for everyone to get together today, why don't the high priest help you? Remo agreed: "Okay. It's really time to let him dance."
An Shou had already discussed with the two of them, so Amihan would naturally make it difficult for him to step down. Behind Amihan, Sanda was full of anger, almost ready to explode. Amihan stood up and waved his hand to signal him to calm down. He walked slowly to the center holding the sheep-headed black staff and said loudly: "Do you really want to see the shaman dance?"
Remo said: "Although I know that the old man's face is not as beautiful as those girls, the shaman dance performed by Amihan is not common." Before he finished speaking, Wang Xian also echoed: "Yes, the right way is to look at the elephant. Taking a bath is not as good as watching a monkey get dressed.”
The two of them sang and harmonized, obviously trying to make Amihan unable to step down. An Shou raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I can't help them if they insist on tormenting you, old man. You should be more considerate, old friend." Amihan said: "It's not difficult for you to see Amihan dance, but which chief can Are you going to resist the Ming army for me? I heard that the Han people dislike our shaman dance the most."
Lei Mo said loudly: "Resist the Ming army? Fortunately, you Bo people have the nerve to say that our Zada clan is charging forward, but you are unwilling to make any effort and let our people die in vain." An Shou saw Lei Mo Mo couldn't hold back his anger, so he accepted Amihan's words and had no choice but to stop making things difficult for Amihan.
Amihan said: "Chief Remo, this is wrong. We didn't donate gold and beautiful women to the Miscellaneous Answer Department, how can we say that we didn't contribute anything?" Remo was speechless for a moment, after all, he accepted someone else's money. Stuff is fact.
Wang Xian slapped the table and said: "Ami Khan, why don't you dare to admit that the Bo people have become a coward? We agreed to fight against the Ming Dynasty together at the beginning. You are standing still. It is clear that you are waiting and watching. Do you want to see whether we can win or the Ming army will win?" Can win.”
Amihan said: "Chief Wangxian means that if you don't take action, you will be a coward?" Wangxian said: "That's what I mean." Amihan looked at Anshou and said: "Chief Anshou, if I remember correctly It seems that the Black Bone Clan has not sent out troops yet."
When Wang Xian saw An Shou's gloomy face, he suddenly changed his mind and said, "Brother An Shou, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the Bo people." Amihan smiled and said, "Chief Wang Xian, I'm afraid you are mistaken. Yes. I came with three thousand soldiers this time. In addition to the soldiers, I also brought food and grass.
Chief Anshou and we Bo people are both waiting for the opportunity. If waiting for the opportunity will be regarded as a coward, then I am willing to admit it. What does Chief Anshou think? "
His words caught Lei Mo, and he made a big fuss about Wang Xian's "shrunken turtle". Even with the help of others, An Shou had to jump out and speak from his point of view. An Shou rolled his eyes at Wang Xian and said: "I think you are drunk with sex, drunk with alcohol, and drunk with drugs. Amihan represents the Bo tribe, and they are our brothers."
Let me ask you Remo, have your siblings ever betrayed you? If your siblings betray you, do you plan to cut off your siblings too? "He asked a barrage of questions, and Lei Mo could only nod. Now he needs to be protected under An Shou's wings, to look up to him and obey his orders. Even if An Shou says that farts are fragrant and flowers are smelly, I'm afraid Lei Mo will It comes out without thinking.
Amihan took advantage of the opportunity and said with a smile: "Chief Anshou, what you said is really good. Our tribes in the southwest are one family, and we are all descendants of Chi You. Although Chief Leimo and Chief Wangxian doubt the motives of our Bo people, Even if I, Amihan, am loyal and loyal, it will be nothing if I am misunderstood. What I am worried about is that if we are disloyal, I am afraid that the Ming army will take advantage of it."
An Shou nodded and said: "Amihan, you have always been my good friend. Good friends should be honest with each other. Don't you think so?" Amihan said: "Of course, yes, we, the Bo people, have always been in harmony with each other." The Black Bone Clan are good friends, so naturally you and I are also good friends."
An Shou said again: "But you don't regard me as a friend." Amihan asked curiously: "What do you think of this?" An Shou said: "Now that the prince of your Bo tribe has returned to his tribe, you just said that you and I are good friends. , but why don’t you introduce him to us?”
Amihan said: "Chief Anshou, you must have misunderstood. Although the prince of our Bo tribe has returned to his tribe, he is seriously ill and that is why he cannot meet you."
