Night began to fall in the border city of the northwest. As the sun finally sets, birds and beasts began to gradually quiet down. The noisy city was filled with a hint of dusk. The few blacksmith shops still heard the sound of scattered jingle irons tirelessly.

Outside the city gate, there were endless camels, horse teams, and business travelers, and continued to choose to stay in the city. The wind lights emitted dim lights at the city gate, swinging with the wind, illuminating the streets of various ethnic groups after they arrived in the city.

Whether in Xia or Jin, it was difficult for Ye Qing, Mo Xiaobao, Jia She and others to feel that they belonged to a foreign ethnic group, but now walking in the city of Xiping, they will truly give birth to the feeling of wandering in a foreign country.

Compared with Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of Xia Kingdom, Yanjing of Jin Kingdom, and Xiping Prefecture on the northwest border, it really gives them the feeling of standing on a foreign land after stepping abroad.

Even if all kinds of people are not judged from the simplest clothing, but from the race, they can easily feel that they are more like a foreigner in Xiping Prefecture.

There are many people with high nose bridges, with deep eye sockets and loose hair and curly hair. People with big beards and dark brown eyes are wrapped around, covering the whole person with only one pair of eyes, and a pair of hands outside also exists.

At the same time, whether it is Su Dao of Xia, Qi Shilie's Gods Slave of Jin, Temujin, or even Ye Qing, the differences in appearance are surprisingly similar, and they also look more like people of the same race.

In other places, you may not really feel the true meaning of the same text and the same species, but now walking on the streets full of feces, whether it is Ye Qing, Temujin, or the slaves of the gods of Qi Shilie, they all start to look at each other from time to time, and then look at those aliens who pass by each other, fuck their tongues as if they need to tie a knot first, talking, and talking in a crackling manner, completely different from their appearance.

Therefore, almost invisibly, through the simplest and easiest appearance, Ye Qing, Temujin, Qi Shilie Godnu and others began to gradually and silently develop a feeling in their hearts. They seemed to be the same text and the same kind of people, and a tacit understanding that needed to be together.

Temujin smiled from time to time, or looked at the business trip curiously, and the quarrels that were happening between camel groups, and then looked at Su, who had pure bloodlines of the Han people but was a general in Xia Kingdom: "This is how your country manages a city?"

"What about that?" Su Dao asked expressionlessly.

Ye Qing was listening to Temujin's words and his heart moved. The seemingly simple words made Ye Qing involuntarily smell an unusual smell. In his opinion, Temujin's questioning was more like a comparison, and this comparison was, if the Xiping Prefecture was replaced by him, how would he manage it? Will it be like a sheep management?

Not far ahead, the central area of ​​the entire Xiping Prefecture city is a huge open area as big as a football field. A huge fire has been piled up in the middle, and bright torches are lit around, illuminating this area as if it were day.

The soldiers of Xia Kingdom wearing armor were bright in swords and guns, maintaining order around them to prevent the lack of eyes from taking the opportunity to sneak in.

"Here..." Ye Qing pointed to the empty field, and then kicked the remains of the foundation that was still left under his feet, which had gradually been flooded by the weeds, and asked, "There was a house here?"

"Not bad, but... no one knows when it was demolished, and there is no idea what kind of houses were built here. And... After the Tang Dynasty, although this place was once ruled by the Han people, it has nothing to do with the current Song Dynasty." Su Dao's words were full of hostility.

In his opinion, as an envoy of the Song Dynasty, Ye Qing is now a mission to another country, and he should follow the duties of an envoy. But along the way, some of Ye Qing's behavior always gave him a feeling of being a king's land in the world, just like the territory and city of the Daxia Kingdom should be from their Song Dynasty.

Ye Qing smiled and lowered his head to kick the weeds that were submerged on the foundation that were unknown many years ago. After thinking about it carefully, since the Tang Dynasty was weak, the northwest and even the entire Western Regions had completely lost contact with the Central Plains.

Even during the Five Dynasties when warlords were separatist and melee, those heroes and rulers were more concerned about the wealthy Central Plains region. I am afraid no one would be willing to make any decisions about this remote northwestern border.

Coupled with the inaction of the Song Dynasty court over the past few hundred years, even though Xia and Liao are still influenced by Central Plains culture, their cultural invasion and influence from the more Western countries have made this place like a territorial hang outside, losing their cultural identity with the orthodox Central Plains.

"After all, it is my territory in China, and I never forget to dig wells when I eat water. No matter what, the ancestors of China have created one glory after another here. As future generations, they have the obligation to continue and protect our Chinese culture from being exterminated. History will not deceive people. Even if history books will deceive people, these relics finally show that the greatness and vast territory of the Chinese nation should be maintained and protected by our generation." Ye Qing stood at the moral commanding heights that Su Dao disdained to pay attention to, and talked freely like Zhu Xi in Lin'an.

So the expected result was that after his words, he only received a few disdain and snorted coldly from Su Dao and others. No one wanted to see his hypocritical feelings of compassion for the world.

"Mr. Ye, don't forget, this is the city of my Daxia Kingdom, not the territory of your Song court." Su Dao couldn't help but say as he sat down.

"Same, they are all the territory of China. Even if they are divided now, I believe that one day it will eventually return to the hands of my Chinese rulers, and that the people here will agree with the fact that the Chinese nation is the same culture and race, and that we are a race group." Ye Qing said with a smile, and the provocation and sharpness in his eyes seemed particularly clear under the light of the fire.

The Gods Slave Qi Shilie have been quietly watching the verbal confrontation between Ye Qing and Su Dao. Since entering Xiping Prefecture, he has become more and more silent. The proverb that reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles has made the Gods Slave Qi Shilie at this moment actually begin to learn to observe and think more importantly.

So although he did not agree with Ye Qing's words, now in this city full of different appearances from them, Qi Shilie's Gods slaves involuntarily classified himself and Ye Qing and others as the same kind of people.

With Su Dao's order, the bonfire, which was like a hill, was ignited by the Xiping Prefect.

As dozens of torches outside flew towards the huge bonfire, the huge bonfire instantly seemed to be like a volcano erupting. The fire lit up into the sky, and the heat coming to his face made Ye Qing and others in the distance clearly feel that the huge bonfire seemed to have their eyebrows burned, and their eyelids were also dry. They couldn't help but blinked their eyes to offset the sudden dryness.

The fire surged into the sky, and the entire open space was like daytime. The weeds originally laid down from the bonfire began to wither in an instant, and the rhythmic drum sound began to sound in my ears. Then a group of men and women, like African tribes, began to sing and dance around the bonfire.

After drinking the strong wine in Xipingfu, it was like a torch being stabbed into the stomach through his throat. The hot strong wine felt like it was opening a path to the stomach from the throat, causing the stomach to contract involuntarily and try its best to adapt to the strong invaders.

There is enough beef and mutton here, but Ye Qing still mixed with a few unknown vegetable leaves to offset the fatness of the beef and mutton. After drinking the strong wine, it tastes plump. However, if you are tired of beef and mutton, you can still balance some picky taste buds.

Aside the bonfire in the distance, there were dancing crowds in the rhythm like a lantern. A woman with only inches of strands on her body was fully displayed under the bonfire. The tulle-like Song people's clothing could not see the hazy and graceful and delicate and elegant beauty that the Central Plains people wanted. Although the concave and convex body could still stimulate people's senses, it was not as beautiful as the Song people who wanted to say it, and it seemed so inappropriate and funny.

Su Dao seemed to be very satisfied with today's welcome dinner. Since he had finished talking with Ye Qing, he started drinking and eating meat, and his eyes were brightly admiring the bronze skin, even women with dark brown skin.

Temujin also loved this bite very much. When he touched Ye Qing's shoulder, he was a little dazed and distracted, he poured a bowl of wine into his mouth. Seeing this, Ye Qing had to drink with a big bowl and eat meat in big mouthfuls.

The field sword was originally Ye Qing's favorite, but when he looked at the flesh bumps of the head size of the child in front of him, he had to take out the field sword and cut the meat into pieces. Temujin also held a dagger in his hand, but he obviously had a much more relaxed movement than Ye Qing.

After a while, Temujin reached out to signal Ye Qing, who was filial to Haidongqing, and showed him the field sword.

Holding a heavy field sword in his hand, he looked at the sharp blade, then at the thick serrated teeth on the back of the knife and the thick tip of the knife. Finally, under Ye Qing's concern, he shook his head and returned it to Ye Qing.

In his opinion, although Ye Qing's knife was strong and sharp, it was still not as good as the dagger in his hand.

The moment Temujin returned the knife, Ye Qing's heart finally let go of his throat. He was really afraid that Temujin would fall in love with this field sword, and then what should he do if he asked for it?

After all, he just gave Hai Dongqing, whom he loved the most, to himself. If he didn't give it to him after he opened his mouth, he would seem a little too petty. But if he gave it to him, he wouldn't be willing to let it go. Who knows whether that woman Bai Chun would fight with him after returning to Yangzhou!

After all, the field sword is nominally owned, but in fact it was lent to Bai Chun for self-defense, which is sad!

Just as the two of them studied the knife in their hands, respected Hai Dongqing, and taught Ye Qing how to cut flesh with one hand and how to put the flesh on the dagger into their mouths, and that the sharp dagger would not be cut through their lips, in front of the bonfire, there were already several men with oily and strong muscles, showing off their oily and strong muscles, beginning to gesture and shout at the other party.

"Wrestling?" Ye Qing asked with his mouth wide open, even the flesh on the blade was snatched away by Hai Dongqing.

Temujin ignored Ye Qing, excitedly poured a bowl of wine, and shouted at the man in the venue for some reason. Then the man raised his bulging arm and responded to Temujin with a bold laugh.

"Yes, he is also my good brother. He has great skills." Temujin then turned around and looked at Ye Qing and said.

At this time, as Bolshu and several Tatars came out, Su Dao's brows frowned tightly, looked back at the back, and then looked at the Xiping Prefect not far away. So the Xiping Prefect instantly took the order and waved to one of his subordinates. Then he saw several Xia people slowly walking into the venue.

As the Xia people stood opposite the Tatars, the crowd sitting around the huge bonfire began to burst into roars like mountains and seas under the night, some cheered for the Xia people and some cheered for the Tatars.

Xiping Prefecture was originally a city with strong folk customs. In addition, the Xia Kingdom has always ignored private fights among the people, not to mention that they were far away from the border and bordering the Liao Kingdom. So when I saw someone competing here, I was naturally excited to scream if I saw that I was going to compete here.

Ye Qing was also very interested in these things. Anyway, he was not going to go down to compete. Besides, he also wanted to see how powerful Bolshu, one of Temujin's four heroes, was, and whether he was really as brave and invincible as the legendary one.

"Who do you think will win?" Temujin asked with a laugh after looking at a strong Xia man and selected Bol, who was shorter than him.

Before Ye Qing could speak, Su Dao beside him said coldly: "We Xia people and warriors will naturally win."

"I will win gambling with Borz." Ye Qing directly called out Borz's name, and the doubt in Temujin's eyes flashed. In his opinion, Ye Qing's ability to know who Borzing is probably related to the Zhong Si who was supporting them.

Sure enough, as Ye Qingsi did not give Su Dao any face to support Temujin, and Su Dao snorted again with a gloomy face, and then shouted to Ye Qing loudly, "We all know that the Song people are afraid of horses, and dare to compete with our warriors on horseback, or are you Song people just going to run behind the horse's butt."

"You have to compete, you have to compete, you can't lose to them." Temujin ignored the flesh on his lips and fell to the ground, encouraging Ye Qing to agree to Su Dao's challenge.

"Okay, how do you compare?" Ye Qing picked up the wine bowl and said.

After the three wine bowls touched each other, Su Dao said coldly: "Life and death are fate."

"A gentleman's words are as good as hell!" Ye Qing said with a hint of sneer on his lips.

"I'm the one." Temujin said unsatisfied as he saw Bolshu almost throwing the Xia people into the bonfire.

Su Dao seemed to have not seen his Xia warriors at all, and had been wiped out by the Tatars. Then he stood up and yelled: "Catch the sheep."

"What does it mean?" Ye Qing turned around and looked at Temujin and asked.

Temujin looked at the dense crowd around the bonfire and said, "In this open space, whoever can bring the sheep back alive will win."

Animals are afraid of fire and people, so once a sheep is put into the open space, as the three good horses chase, they can only flee around the bonfire. If the three war horses, whoever can catch the sheep with their bare hands and defeat the opponent, will naturally be the winner.
Chapter completed!