The sacred mountain in the northwest grassland has a majestic "gate".
They were two giant wolves carved from gray-white rock. They kicked off the ground with their hind feet, raised their front feet, and met in the air more than ten feet, forming a towering arc.
For the holy mountain, the grassland people all have a kind of heartfelt reverence and piety.
When they were still a few hundred meters away from the gate, Harabar and the others had already dismounted and walked along the green grass.
Gu Xu also maintained his usual low-key and cautious style, not wanting to cause trouble in this sacred mountain where the barbarian shamans lived.
Then he put away the carpet, took the baby, and followed the team at the back.
However, seeing Gu Xu's unassuming appearance, the barbarians from the depression tribe became even more nervous. They all thought that Gu Xu was planning to do something big in the Holy Mountain, and they became even more wary of him.
There is no serious building on the holy mountain, only tents made of tarpaulin and timber, walls made of thorn hedges, and earthen houses raised from the ground and covered with weeds.
Cities in the Da Qi Dynasty were often crowded - yamen, mansions, courtyards, houses, shops, streets and alleys, etc., were all closely together, with people coming and going, traffic flowing, and every inch of land occupied. of.
This holy land of the northwest prairie is the opposite.
It is open, empty, bathed in warm sunshine, and stretches lazily in all directions, as if connected to the distant sky.
At the foot of the mountain is a lively market.
The merchants on the grassland tied their horses, spread their goods on the ground, and shouted at passers-by.
Gu Xu quietly looked at the surrounding scenery, guessing in his mind the identity of the "acquaintance" mentioned by the white-haired boy.
Before they had gone far, they saw a large group of prairie barbarians rushing in from all directions like a tide, blocking the team led by Harabar.
"It's a duel!"
"It's a duel!"
Everyone shouted excitedly, the sound was deafening.
I saw a strong man with dark skin and one eye blind walking straight towards him. The white bones hanging around his neck clanged against each other, and the scimitar at his waist shone in the sun.
He unhooked his scimitar, threw it in front of Harabar, and looked at him with his arms akimbo.
Gu Xu knew that according to the custom on the grassland, throwing a machete in front of others meant challenging them. Generally speaking, the winner can be determined, but there are also cases where the fight will never end.
The person being challenged can refuse to accept it.
But this will make him bear the reputation of a "coward" - for the prairie people who claim to be brave and invincible, this is more uncomfortable than killing them.
As a young warrior who is expected to compete for the position of Khan, Harabar will naturally not refuse such a challenge.
He simply took off his shirt and went into battle shirtless. He pounced forward like a hungry wolf preying on prey, and fought fiercely with the dark, one-eyed man.
Perhaps it was because the previous fight with Gu Xu was too frustrating, which made Harabar hold back his anger.
Today he struck hard and showed no mercy.
After a few minutes, the one-eyed man gradually became unable to do what he wanted.
Harabar's fist packed with the power of blood, hit him hard in the face, and then kicked him to the ground, making an obvious hole in the ground.
"I admit defeat!" the one-eyed man raised his hand.
He clearly felt that compared to the last time they met, Harabar's strength seemed to have become much stronger.
"Give me a message to Hud of your tribe," Harabar said coldly, "He would never dream of getting involved in the Khan's position."
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On the way to the top of the holy mountain, Harabar met more than ten challengers one after another.
The prairie barbarians are aggressive by nature. Since Harabar publicly announced his intention to compete for the position of Khan, many people were unconvinced and wanted to try his skills.
And Harabar also proved his strength with brilliant achievements.
Every time he defeated an opponent, the tribesmen around him would shout his name, the sound was deafening, and they were obviously proud.
With the mentality of a spectator, Gu Xuben silently watched everything around him while talking to the white-haired boy in his mind, trying to extract more information from the riddle man who liked to make mysteries.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, several barbarian warriors on the roadside noticed his presence.
"Look, someone from Qi is coming to our holy mountain!"
"Harabar, why is there a Qi man wearing a robe in your team? Is he a prisoner you captured?"
"Is he captured as a sacrifice to the great wolf god?"
"Look at his thin skin and tender flesh, and he is holding a baby in his arms. He looks like a weak woman. My wife looks like she can fight better than him."
"..."
Hearing these words, Haraba suddenly panicked.
When others challenge him, he can deal with it calmly and calmly.
But when others came to provoke Gu Xu, Harabar immediately turned gloomy and shouted: "If you don't want to die, just shut up!"
In his eyes, Gu Xu's strength is unfathomable.
If this great god is angered, everyone on the hillside may die without a burial place.
Harabar's abnormal attitude surprised everyone around him - they had never seen Harabar, who had always been arrogant and unruly, show such a fearful attitude in front of others.
However, among a group of tall and powerful prairie barbarians, the slim-looking Gu Xu did not seem to have much intimidating power.
"Hahaha, Harabar, you are actually protecting a Qi man!"
"A Qi man with thin arms and thin legs can actually scare you like this! If you really become a khan in the grassland later, how will you lead the soldiers to fight against Qi? Maybe the Qi people's war drums have just sounded. , you just ran away!"
"..."
The onlookers laughed and joked with Harabar while looking Gu Xu up and down, their eyes full of novelty, as if they were looking at a circus monkey.
Harabar became increasingly nervous, turning his head from time to time to look at Gu Xu's face, trying to tell him with his eyes: "This is all nonsense from those people! It has nothing to do with me!"
Gu Xu has always been calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
Since entering the fifth realm, he has had a detached and calm state of mind, and the provocations in front of him will not arouse the slightest splash in his heart.
Until a young barbarian took off his scimitar, threw it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Harabar, since you are so afraid of him, let me teach him a lesson for you, grandpa."
Gu Xu didn't do it himself.
The baby girl in his arms seemed to sense the hostility in his words.
She floated into the air and suddenly opened her beautiful eyes.
In an instant, the cold wind howled, and the young man turned into an ice sculpture without any resistance.
(End of chapter)
