He is a little thin, not as generous and rough as a Mongolian grassland man, and his facial features are even a little delicate, but his eyes are a little small, but he has some Mongolian blood characteristics.

Seeing Chen Qiu looking at him, the young man also looked at Chen Qiu and his party in the fire, with a lot of curiosity in his eyes.

Finally, he looked at Feiying and saw that his guard was pricked with needles, the young man felt angry.

He said:

"You are very skilled in martial arts, and Feiying is not an opponent. Being defeated by the strong is not a shame for the grassland man. But since you have won, why do you still humiliate a good man like him?

You want me to come, I will release the flying eagle immediately!"

"There is no hurry."

Chen Qiu sat on the other side of the bonfire and said to the boy in front of him:

"We wanted to figure out the abnormal behavior of your Mongolians tonight, but we didn't want to invite the Khan of the Golden Treasure. It seems that this matter was instructed by you, or even directed by yourself.

Why?

Is it not good to marry the Northern Dynasties?"

“What’s good about it?”

The boy curled his lips sweating, picked up the wine bag at his hand, took a sip, breathed happily, wiped his mouth, and then said:

"As a Khan who owns the entire grassland, I still want her a woman?

That happy thing made me marry Yelu Wan, which sounded nice to say, "Why do I use the power of the Northern Dynasties to unify the entire grassland, but what he was thinking? Can't I guess?"

Even if the blood of the heroes under my command is to be sprinkled on the grassland, instead of going to Guanzhong, fighting with the Tiance Army for some messy things.

Besides, when Father Khan died, he asked me to make an oath.

Without external force, with my hands, the glory of the Yanji tribe will be spread again under the sky in the northern desert of the grassland. You, a Southern Dynasty man, are very powerful. I heard from my subordinates that you kill the Northern Dynasty man like slaughtering dogs and chickens.

I think you are really good guys.

Tell me, so many grassland women are for me to choose from, why do I have to get married?”

Chen Qiu laughed.

This little Mongolian Khan is really interesting. He is young but can see thoroughly.

"The Khan of the Golden Tent is very good in Chinese."

Chen Qiu said:

"Since you are so well-known, you must have learned the principles of my Chinese family. You should know that there is a word called "Jieqian and deep words". When you and I first met, they said this to us. The Khan must have some expectations.

You are so arrogant that you come to see us tonight, not just for a samurai warrior.

We are all rough people in the world. We don’t have to hide the wits of these twists and turns. The grassland men are all straightforward, so the big kids will just say it.”

"You let the flying eagle go first."

Little Dahan raised his whip and said:

"The flying eagle is my most loyal guard, and it is also the first Golden Tent Warrior to be loyal to me after my father Khan died.

He is the most powerful bow and arrow in my hand and the sharpest saber.

I came here tonight for most of the reason, just to save him.

If you kill him before, the warriors who came with me tonight, including myself, will keep you here even if they fight to the death!"

Chen Qiu's eyes passed over the little Khan who spoke harshly in front of him.

He looked deep in the forest. While the little Khan made a ruthless word, there was an obscure breath that exposed himself. There were also masters on the grassland, but they were often quite mysterious.

It seems that this little Khan is not brainless and throws himself into danger casually.

He came prepared.

"Let him go."

Chen Qiu said, Zhang Lan stretched out her hand and brought up the afterimage. Within a breath, she took off all the needles from Feiying's body.

As soon as the Mongolian man got free, he knelt down in front of the little Khan, his tone was silent and he spoke a lot in Mongolian words. The little Khan also had a cold tone and replied a few words.

It seems to be scolding, but it seems to be comforting.

Finally, he reached out his hand, helped Feiying up, and said a few more words.

The Mongolian man who was still looking at the mountain ghost sword had tears in his eyes. He stretched out his fist, pounded his chest a few times, then drew out a knife, and scratched a thread on his face.

Dripping blood.

"Go and wait for me outside."

Little Khan didn't even look at the blood on Feiying's face, he said:

"I want to have a conversation with these three heroes of the Southern Dynasties. We will turn back to the tent tomorrow morning."

Feiying looked back at Chen Qiu and the other two. His eyes were full of challenges, but he obediently followed several warriors to leave the bonfire.

After they left, the little Khan laughed and said to Chen Qiu:

"Flying eagle told me that he was going to the foot of Yinshan Mountain to worship the Heaven of Eternity. If he learned more grassland skills, he would challenge you heroes in the future."

"He is really good at shooting. He already has a bit of a master's appearance."

Chen Qiu looked at the bonfire and said casually:

"All the rest is just a careless challenge. We are waiting. Can the Khan say it now?"

"Yelu Wan, I won't kill you."

The little Khan said in a gentle tone:

"Since she survives tonight, it is the will of immortality, so let her live.

But you have to take her back to the South, and you can't let her go back to the Northern Dynasties. And you have to admit the attacks and killings tonight! It was you, the people from the Southern Dynasties who killed all the envoys of the Northern Dynasties and ruined the marriage between the two parties."

"Little Khan, aren't you afraid that we will expose tonight?"

Zhang Lan shook the folding fan and said:

"You just trust us?"

"I don't believe you, how could a good hunter believe in a cunning jackal?"

The little Khan replied calmly:

"But if the matter is revealed, I am afraid and happy to take revenge, so I can only take three thousand samurai, eleven tribes, and ninety thousand string controls to northern Shaanxi.

This is how the Northern Dynasties married our gold account.

As long as I attack the Tiance Army, I will not annoy me if I am happy. We both can forget this matter happily. The price is that the blood of you Southern Dynasties will be sprinkled all over Guanzhong."

He stood up, waved his whip, and looked at the stars above his head, he said:

"The Northern Dynasties were evil wolves, and the Southern Dynasties were sick tigers.

Now that tigers and wolves are fighting each other, the best result for me, Mongolia, is to maintain the status quo and stay honestly on the grassland before the hungry wolf is starved to death or the sick tiger is bitten off the neck.

The sick tiger may not be the opponent of the hungry wolf, but it is still more than enough to kill a weak fox.

After Father Khan died, the grassland was in chaos. I still thought to take those rebellious tribes into their pockets one by one, and use every bit of strength, every warrior, and every knife properly.

Where can I have the skill to help it conquer the world in the Northern Dynasties?”

He looked back at Chen Qiu and said in a deep voice:

“All heroes asked me to speak out, I will tell the truth.

Mongolia doesn’t want to intervene in your dispute between the north and the south, at least not now! Yelu Wan is a troublemaker, I don’t want it at all, just take it away.”

Chen Qiu nodded.

As he stood up, he looked at the little Khan and suddenly asked:

"The Northern Dynasty is about to swallow the world, and it has a great advantage. Why do you have so little confidence in it?"

Little Khan curled his lips.

He pointed to his heart and said:

"What I believe here is the Heaven of Changsheng, and what I believe there is not. This is not a question of whether I have faith in the Northern Dynasties.

Once Yelu Wan becomes the queen of the Golden Tent and the witch sect penetrates with the flow, the backbone of my grassland hero will be broken. If the eagle flying in the sky loses its wings, can it still fly?"

Speaking of this, the little Khan blinked, pointed to the sky and said to Chen Qiu:

"Your eagle is very good. I like it very much. Only such a fierce and supernatural eagle is worthy of the glory of the golden tent. When it has descendants, can you give me one?"

Chen Qiu shrugged, this child really came out of his mouth, wasn’t he a waste of time in his previous life?

He said to the little Khan:

"It's still young, you want a young eagle, at least wait... three years!"

Little Khan narrowed his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to Chen Qiu and said:
Chapter completed!