Chapter 120 Biansha Tribe

Yujia Mountain, Tongfu Inn.

This inn is located in the desert and welcomes travelers on the road, many of whom come here to stop by for a meal.

Yun Fuzhi, an unarmed scholar, knocked gently on the door with his brush.

The waiter opened the door with a fake smile on his face: "Hey, is this guest here for a quick meal or to stay overnight?"

Yun Fuzhi didn't know the rules of this store, but he smelled a fishy smell, which was probably the smell of washed blood. He was afraid that this store was probably a black shop.

But even if I wanted to leave, I don't know any martial arts and the waiter would find out.

A masked woman with a small group of people behind him directly held Yun Fuzhi in her arms:

"Two upper rooms."

After all, he is a scholar, and his figure has everything he wants. Although he has everything, his waist is too thin.

"Let go!" Yun Fuzhi hated it most when someone touched his body.

The woman exhaled in a sweet voice: "My dear, I won't let you go!"

The voice was lazy and charming, but the Mandarin he spoke was weird. He didn't sound like a Yuan citizen, but more like a foreign merchant passing by.

But it doesn’t look like it.

The waiter immediately opened the door and said respectfully, "Guests, please come in!"

The shopkeeper came up to him from the back and said, "We have shredded pork noodles and vegetarian noodles. What would you like?"

"We need some wine. We need some plain noodles for every number of people we have." The woman put her slim waist into her arms and said, "Don't play tricks on me!"

The bearded man behind her immediately chopped the counter with a machete, adding another crack to the already scarred counter.

How dare the shopkeeper disobey?

With a flattering smile on his face, he said, "Hey, what are you doing? When you open a business, customers are the most important!"

"Do you bring your own chopsticks?"

"Hmm." The woman uttered these two words unclearly.

Yun Fuzhi frowned and had a gloomy face the whole time. He knew that if it weren't for the woman's hype just now, he would have been taken advantage of by this shady shop.

Money is a small matter. It would be totally not worth it if you lose your life here.

What's more, he still has to send a letter to Jiaojiao!

"Who is this?" The woman was sharp-eyed and noticed the letter in her arms and pulled it out immediately.

Of course it says "Written by Jiao Jiao" on it.

The woman raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Why are these two words the same? What are they?"

Just as Yun Fuzhi was about to rush over, someone put a knife across his neck.

After all, he is a barbarian and his subordinates are of no importance.

While cutting across the board, he accidentally hit Yun Fuzhi's cheekbone.

Fortunately, it was just a scratch, leaving a blood mark.

He was already fair-skinned, with handsome eyes and eyebrows that were a bit cold, and at this moment he had a hazy and broken beauty.

"Ah Man, he's from the Central Plains, don't do anything to him." The woman seemed unhappy, "Look at you, you scratched his face."

The words were not fluent, but were forced, as if he just wanted him to understand.

However, the man named Ah Man didn't quite understand. It took him a while to realize what his mistress meant, and then he frowned and put down the knife.

"I saved you, you teach me how to read these two words." The woman took off her veil, her face full of the sharp, aggressive beauty of a foreign race, "Okay?"

"Yun Fu Zhi Bu Nai Zun Zhuan" (clouds are filled with blood) is a word that is difficult to recognize in the Yuan Dynasty writing system.

"Jiaojiao." Yun Fuzhi said softly, as if he had repeated it thousands of times. The tone of his voice was filled with a hint of cautious trembling and an emotion that made people feel extremely missed. "It's a girl's fate. Most girls who are pampered at home in the Central Plains have nicknames."

The woman kept chewing on these two words: "Bright..."

“Is that how it’s read?”

Yun Fuzhi only had a trace of patience at this moment: "Jiaojiao."

The woman stopped talking, but just smiled. She really liked the man from the Central Plains in front of her. No wonder there were so many women in her tribe who went to the Central Plains and never came back. It turned out that the Central Plains was so good in so many ways.

If my sister is able to marry into the Central Plains this time, I wonder if she can be brought with her?

"What's your name?" the woman asked again, "My name is Ge Duo."

Yun Fuzhi said nothing. The plain noodles and wine were served on the table. The foreign woman was indeed clingy and kept asking, "What's your name?"

"I... my name is Fu Yun." Yun Fuzhi thought for a while and said carefully.

Ge Duo was really happy to hear this: "Your name is Fu Yun, Fu Yun, right?"

For some reason, Yun Fuzhi always felt that these two words were pronounced particularly clearly, and nodded perfunctorily.

At night, Ge Duo did not bother him anymore, but the next morning, Ge Duo asked him:

"Will you go back with me?"

Yun Fuzhi shook his head and was about to leave with his luggage.

Ge Duo stopped him, her eyes full of admiration like a Central Plains woman, and she told him earnestly, "Fu Yun, are you willing to go back with me?"

Yun Fuzhi wanted to shake his head again, but suddenly he remembered that the little princess of Dongyi seemed to be called Geduo. Since the victory of Yuan Dynasty, it was Princess Gesang who married into the Yuan Dynasty, and it would be soon, probably before the New Year.

He was stunned for a long while. Was this an opportunity given to him by God?

"Still not replying? Then I'll take that as your consent!" Ge Duo's smile was as gorgeous as the sunset glow in the sky, "I'll take you to a good place!"

Yun Fuzhi didn't know much about Dongyi.

All we know is that this might be a place bestowed by God, and there are eight other places like it, which are now the Fourteen States.

Listen to the story of a spring in an oasis in the Fourteen States. The surrounding scenery is beautiful and drinking the spring water can make you forget yourself.

But they are just legends. Yun Fuzhi’s goal now is not this.

Dongyi might be a good place.

Yun Fuzhi was silent, and seemed to have no intention of communicating with Ge Duo at all. He happily rode his camel over and let Yun Fuzhi sit on Ah Man's camel:

"Dad will be very happy to know that I brought you back. He will welcome you!"

She had been a princess since she was young, the apple of the eye of the King of Dongyi, and her mother, the Queen Mother, was also the apple of the eye of the Khan of the Chi tribe.

Along the way, Yun Fuzhi spoke very little, and kept playing a game with himself in his mind.

How to go, where to go, and how to take the next step.

Along the way, Geduo was extremely happy, and her smile was as bright as the most dazzling pearl in the desert.

However, the place they finally arrived at was somewhat beyond Yun Fuzhi's expectations.

The place they went to was not the Dongyi. Judging from the style of their clothes, they looked like the powerful Chi tribe.

The people in front of him were all exceptionally strong. The current Khan of the Chi tribe was none other than Gesang’s grandfather.

"Grandpa!" Gesang jumped off the horse. "I haven't sent you a letter yet, how did you know I was coming?"

The Chi Khan, Sharhun, directly hugged Gesang into his arms, just like the meeting between the old wolf king and the little wolf.

(End of this chapter)