These people living in the wilderness are not afraid of heaven or earth, but they are very superstitious. In their eyes, the surroundings are full of all kinds of spirits and ghosts. If they don't know the correct way to negotiate, they will be hurt or even killed. "Wild Wolf Valley is right in front, and that's the meeting place with the Mohe people!" Jian Moucen said loudly: "But don't be afraid, everyone, Harwin is very familiar with this place. If the Mohe people want to do something, they will only be unlucky. them!"
Just as Jian Moucen said, they immediately heard the howling of wolves. The team entered the pass, and the road turned to the right towards the river bank and became very narrow, and four horses could not run parallel to each other. At the end of the pass, there is a spring. Under the moonlight, the color of the spring water changes constantly, like a wriggling snake, flowing towards the mouth of the river. The team continued along the road, the steep, bone-white rock walls receding. It eventually became a narrow valley, closed on all sides by steep rock walls. There are huge trees everywhere, and even the dense wind cannot blow in. The long shadows of the trees are reflected on the ground, making people feel more and more gloomy. Sometimes you can see some pale white things on the ground illuminated by the moonlight. The soldiers can find that these are bones, but they don't know whether they are human or animal. Everyone's hearts were hanging in the air, looking around, holding their hands on the hilt of the knife, and chanting Buddha in their mouths.
"We're almost there, right in front!" the female shaman shouted.
At this time, a long and narrow road emerged from the dense forest, and a house could be seen. In the distance, there was another house a little higher up. It was dark in the middle of winter and could not be seen clearly, but there was light coming from the window.
"We're here!" the female shaman replied in a brisk tone: "The Mohe people arrived before us!"
"This is your home?" Jian Moucen asked.
"That's right!" The female shaman laughed and said, "You didn't expect that, did you? Did you see that there is a mill high up, and a livestock shed next to it. The horses and the animals that pull the mill are there. There is a pond under the livestock shed, and there are all kinds of things in it. There are fish in the spring water. I am a fortune teller next to the pond. Behind the mill are large chestnut trees and persimmon trees. Every autumn I dry half a room of persimmons and eat them until the next autumn. My slaves also raise bees, sheep, and pigs. Except for salt, I don’t lack anything here.” At this point, Harwin winked at Jian Moucen: “How do you like it? Unexpected?”
"It's really unexpected!" Jian Moucen nodded: "But if you let the Mohe people in, aren't you afraid that they will hurt you in the future?"
"Hurt me?" Harwin laughed: "Killing a female shaman will lead to a curse. Why? For persimmons and dried chestnuts? These things are everywhere in the mountains and plains. As long as you are willing to do it, you can get as much as you want, but you can't eat it. It will only rot away. I only have food and a few old sheepskins here, no gold, silver, copper coins, and no beautiful silk clothes? Mohe people are not that stupid!"
"Yes!" Jian Moucen sighed: "Compared to you, those kings and generals are simply stupid. They tried their best to accumulate wealth, and then built castles to protect them. But the more wealth they have, the more they attract. The more enemies you have, the more you will lose your life!"
"Yes!" Harwin reined in his horse and shouted toward the house: "Hachi'er, Hachi'er!"
After a while, a man came out of the front room holding a pineapple. He held the pineapple and looked at the visitor without saying a word. This is a very ugly old man, with a medium build, a long, flat and square face, narrow and slanted eyes, a short nose, and a dark face covered with white pockmarks.
"What the hell!" A veteran gasped: "Compared to this guy, I'm a handsome young man!"
"Who is this?" Jian Moucen asked.
"Poor man, he's so ugly. No one wants him. I'm the only one who doesn't care what he looks like!" The female shaman waved to the visitor: "Prepare a clean room for guests to rest!"
The soldiers dismounted and carefully carried the child in the net bag into the house to rest. Jian Moucen followed the female shaman and came to the mill. There were already more than twenty Mohe people there, led by Qi Sibiyu.
"Long time no see!" Qi Sibiyu stood up, opened his arms, and said with a warm smile on his face: "It's been so long since we last met, I can't even remember the last time we met!"
"Time is running out, let's get down to business!" Jian Moucen did not hug the other party. He asked coldly: "Tell me, when do you plan to raise troops to resist the Tang Dynasty!"
"When the time is right!" Qi Si Biyu's smile became sweeter: "General, I have 200,000 people under my command now. I must be responsible for their lives. If I fail, the Tang people will kill them all!"
"This guy is bargaining with you!" The female shaman lowered her voice: "The bargaining chip is 200,000!"
Jian Moucen nodded noncommittally: "We can't wait until the right time comes. If you continue to wait like this, the Tang people will eliminate all the other resisters and be free to deal with you!"
"Maybe!" Qi Si Biyu said with a smile: "But I think the Tang people will not be able to recover in at least a few years, otherwise the Anton Protectorate will not sit back and watch me recruit Han refugees and annex other tribes! I Getting stronger every day”
"I admit that you are getting stronger and stronger, but can you still be stronger than the original Goguryeo? Even Goguryeo was wiped out by the Tang people!"
"Baishan Mohe is different from Goguryeo!"
"What's the difference?"
"Baishan Mohe is mine, but Goguryeo is not mine!" Qi Sibiyu said with a smile.
Jian Moucen was speechless. Qi Sibiyu's meaning was very clear. He would not bleed for the restoration of Goguryeo. A few minutes later, he said in a deep voice: "Then what if I give King An Shun to you?"
"King An Shun gave it to me? What do you mean?" Qi Si Biyu showed a surprised expression.
"Aren't you using the sign of 'Good King' to recruit people?" Jian Moucen asked: "Now I will give you King Anshun, so that your sign will be worthy of the name?"
"Are you really willing to do this?" Qi Si Biyu's expression became solemn. Although Goguryeo had been destroyed by the Tang people, it had enjoyed more than 600 possessions since its founding in the second year of Jianzhao of the Han Dynasty (37 BC). Although there were twists and turns in the years, Guozuo has always continued. In the hearts of people in Liaodong and North Korea, it enjoys high appeal. Therefore, after the Tang Dynasty destroyed Goguryeo, they took away almost all the royal family. Anshun, the grandson of the penultimate King of Goguryeo held by Jian Moucen, was the person closest to the bloodline of the Goguryeo royal family. Even the beggar Si Biyu used this as a sign. It is also said that Anshun was the reincarnation of the famous Gwanggaetu king Godande in history. But now Jian Moucen actually took the initiative to hand over King An Shun, which is indeed a bit unbelievable.
"Well, the people of Silla have asked me to hand over King Anshun. I think it is better to give it to you than to the people of Silla!" Jian Moucen replied.
"Instead of giving it to the Silla people, why not give it to me?" Qi Si Biyu laughed when he heard this: "What do you mean?
"The Silla people just want to use the remnants of Goguryeo to consume the Tang people. If King Anshun falls into their hands, he will be killed sooner or later!" Jian Moucen replied: "Instead of giving it to the Silla people, it is better to give it to you, as long as you Willing to send troops to resist the Tang people!"
"How do you know I won't kill your King Anshun?" Qi Sibiyu said with a smile.
"You are much weaker than the Silla people! And as far as I know, although you Mohe people are fierce, you are not as vicious as the Silla people!"
The room fell silent, and Qi Sibiyu looked into Jian Moucen's eyes. After a while, a smile finally appeared on his face: "You are right, we Mohe people are indeed different from the Silla people. They We want to annex Goguryeo, but we just want to build our own country and no longer submit to others. I can promise you that I will raise an army against the Tang people, but it must be at a time that I think is right, and this is non-negotiable!"
"But the right time is now!" the female shaman said.
"Who are you?" Qi Sibiyu showed an arrogant look: "A woman? Go and deal with sewing and rice spoons! The war has nothing to do with you!"
"My name is Harwin, I am the owner here, and I am also a shaman!" Harwin said with a smile: "Do you still think that the war has nothing to do with me?"
"Halwin? Harwin from Wild Wolf Valley?" Qi Sibiyu showed a solemn expression.
"Of course, otherwise why would he put the meeting place here? Do you think anyone can come in?" The female shaman smiled. She took off her fox fur hat, pushed aside the loose hair on her forehead, and exposed her eyes. : "How is it? Do you recognize it?"
"Sibaiyan? Is it really you? Damn it!" Qi Sibiyu showed fear. He saw that the pupils in Harwin's eyes were very small, with only one tiny pupil showing the whites on all four sides, which made him look extraordinarily special. Awesome. This kind of eyes are called "four white eyes" in physiognomy, and they are said to be hard on the husband. In Liaodong, women with this kind of eyes are considered to be naturally connected with elves and ghosts, can master various mysterious powers, and are usually powerful. Female shamans, and Harwin is the most famous one. Qi Sibiyu has also heard of her reputation, but this is the first time they have met her.
"How is it? Do you believe it?" Harwin let down his hair and put on his fox fur hat again.
"What do you believe?" Qi Sibiyu sneered: "Any fool can see that you are siding with that man. Who knows if you are lying for him or me!"
"I'm a shaman!" Harwin said with a smile: "If I lie about this kind of thing, you should know exactly what will happen!"
Qi Sibiyu did not speak. As Harwin said, while the shaman masters various mysterious powers, he also has to pay a price. For example, he cannot lie when predicting the future, otherwise he will be attacked by the power. The backlash resulted in a very terrible end.
"Okay, even if what you said is true!" Qi Sibiyu's words had a sense of stubborn resistance: "Then the final winner may not be me!"
"I can do the math for you!" Harwin walked to the pond: "It's right next to this pool. The water here comes from the spring water in the mountain. It has mysterious power. There is nothing wrong with fortune telling here!"
Qi Sibiyu hesitated for a while, but finally he walked to the pond and knelt down beside the pond as Harwin asked. With the help of Song Mingzi's firelight, his figure fell on the water and swayed unsteadily. Harwin also knelt by the pond, murmuring words and staring at the shadows on the water. Jian Moucen on the side tried to see something, but even though his eyes were sore and tears flowed, he couldn't see anything. After about half a moment, Harwin suddenly snatched the torch and threw it into the water, scattering the image. Scared, Qi Sibiyu jumped up, drew his knife and pointed it at Harwin: "You woman, you are playing tricks." What kind of magic?"
"No, this is just part of the ceremony!" Harwin replied nonchalantly: "Do you want to know the result?"
"Say it!"
"You will win this time and establish your own country. But you will be killed by the Tang people in the end, but your blood can become a king, and your name will be praised by others!" Harwin's voice was devoid of any emotion. It's like a piece of boiled meat without salt: "It's up to you how to choose!"
Qi Sibiyu didn't speak. He was pacing back and forth by the pond, his brows were tangled, and the muscles on his face were tense. It was obvious that he was thinking seriously. To modern people, the words of this female shaman are ridiculous and ridiculous, but to the Mohe people who lived in the mountains, forests and swamps in the seventh century AD, these shamans had mysterious powers and could do many incredible things. Their words cannot be ignored.
"Okay, I listen to you and raise troops immediately!" Qi Sibiyu stopped: "The gods are fair, I will die by the sword, but my blood can become a king. I am already over thirty years old, alive It doesn’t count as broken, but it’s fate for a warrior to die by the sword! Jian Moucen, come here and let us swear an oath in front of the gods!”
Jian Moucen was overjoyed. He hurriedly came over. They both made a cut in their palms, then clasped their hands, letting the blood mix, and swore to the gods at the same time that they would fight the Tang people and never abandon their allies to negotiate a peace alone. Breaking the oath will be punished by the mountain god!
"Very good!" Harwin said with a smile: "The mountain god has heard this oath, your oath is valid!"
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Chang'an, East Palace.
"The quota of soldiers of the Sixth Army of the East Palace must be fully replenished, there must be no shortage!" Wang Wenzuo's voice was cold, as if made of cast iron: "Also, whether it is the sons of meritorious officials or the soldiers from various places, without my permission, They are not allowed to be lent to others. Every morning and evening, I will personally check them. If there is one person missing, it is your fault. They are all the guards guarding His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace, and the Crown Prince has authorized me, so any transfer of troops and horses They all have to go through me. If there is any violation of the order, don't blame Mr. Wang for being ruthless!" At this point, Wang Wenzuo pulled out his knife and cut off a few corners of the case.
"My subordinates obey the order!" All the generals responded in unison. No matter how noble they were, no one dared to say anything.
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