Xuanxia

Chapter 864 Northern Barbarians
The Yi Kingdom is neither far nor near from the northern desert.

Beimo is located just north of Yan State, while Beiyi is located to the northwest. It is only a few hundred miles from Qiluo Palace to the border of Yi State.

For a strong person in the Cave Heaven Realm, flying at full speed, even against wind and sand, would only take one or two days.

But the desert is full of wind and sand and it is easy to get lost. If you don't go to the cave and only use your legs to walk, it will be difficult to get there in ten days or half a month even if you ride a camel.

This is what is called not far when said, and not near when said.

Fortunately, Fu Qingzhou can fly.

He temporarily changed out of Qingsongzi's Taoist robe and left it in the Qiluo Palace. He got himself a set of clothes and flew against the wind and sand until he arrived in the territory of Beiyi.

He did not rush to find the Northern Yi Army, but first targeted a small tribe near the desert border and landed on the outskirts of the tribe.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou had already gone through some simple disguises.

Gong Yangxunyan told him that the northern barbarians have a very stereotyped impression of a strong man, which is the standard "tall body, broad back and strong waist, long beard, and stern face". Of course, this is a warrior. If Fu Qingzhou wants to play the role of a shaman, he can go another way.

Another way...

Fu Qingzhou straightened his bear-skin cape, adjusted his bear-head hat, and adjusted the bear-tooth necklace around his neck.

He was going to dress up as a descendant of the Flying Bear tribe's shaman, so his dressing style would naturally be similar to that of Mauisig.

These bear skins, bear teeth and other things were hunted by him last night in a forest on the edge of the desert.

Fortunately, I still have the experience and knowledge I gained as a hunter, otherwise it would not be so easy to find a bear.

Not only that, he also hung a bunch of small bells, rags and other things on his body based on his stereotype of barbarian shamans.

"It has been almost three days since the battle outside the ancestor's tomb..."

Fu Qingzhou pondered secretly: "Mao Yixige should have brought all the news back. I wonder how the Northern Barbarians will react... We can't rush to show up in their army now. It will be too obvious. We need to wait for a while."

The weather was just right, it was lunch time, and there was smoke rising from the tents of the small tribe ahead.

Fu Qingzhou let out a light breath, waved a randomly chopped wooden stick in his hand as a walking stick, and strode towards the tribe.

This kind of tribe is different from the villages in the Central Plains. Not every household cooks their own meals. Instead, they gather in the center of the tribe and roast all the ingredients together and cook soup together.

Of course, Fu Qingzhou knew from the smell in the wind that the broth was very thin... It was obvious that life was not easy for this small tribe.

Not surprisingly, as he approached, someone soon spotted him.

"who!"

The ones who spoke were actually a few old people.

Among the crowd sitting around the fire, several tall northern barbarians who were no less than fifty years old immediately stood up. They looked at them vigilantly and drew their swords without hesitation.

Looking at the way they hold their knives, the formations they form subconsciously, and the scars on their faces and hands... they must have been former Northern Barbarian warriors, but they are old now.

The remaining people were almost all the elderly, the weak, women and children.

They gathered together very quickly and swiftly, protecting the oldest women and the youngest children behind them. The remaining young women also drew their swords and stood on guard.

It seems that there are no young and middle-aged people in this tribe anymore; they have all joined the army.

Fu Qingzhou glanced at them with an expressionless face.

He did not answer the question, but walked straight towards the fire, dragging his cumbersome mixed-style clothes with a clanking sound.

"Don't come over here again!"

The Beiyi old man who was closest to him glared at him and said, "Be careful or I won't be polite!"

Of course he spoke in Northern Yi dialect, but Fu Qingzhou could understand it.

Not only could he understand, he… could also speak.

Fu Qingzhou just had a thought in his mind, opened his mouth, and uttered the Northern Yi dialect!
"Step aside."

He said in a low voice.

There was a hint of true energy in his voice, and the invisible sound waves were not harsh, but they brought about a gust of wind pressure, sweeping across the entire small tribe, and making the small flags on the tops of the tents flutter.

"You!" Several old Beiyi warriors looked terrified. Fu Qingzhou ignored them and waved the wooden stick in his hand.

In an instant, a domineering yet gentle and harmless force swept away all the old Northern Barbarian warriors in front of him!

They were swept in all directions and fell to the ground with a groan.

The old, weak, women and children cried out in fear upon seeing this, and retreated one after another, some even showing signs of wanting to escape.

But then...

They saw Fu Qingzhou sitting down in front of the boiling pot.

Not only that, he also picked up a bowl that no one had eaten from, scooped a bowl full of soup from the pot, and drank it in big gulps.

The faces of the northern barbarians in the tribe changed from fear to suspicion.

"W-What do you want to do!?"

A young woman asked sternly, gritting her teeth and shaking the dagger in her hand, as if she was ready to take action regardless of the consequences.

The old Beiyi warriors who had just been blown away also climbed up one by one, drew their swords again, and approached Fu Qingzhou cautiously.

Fu Qingzhou remained silent.

He stretched out his hand and took a picture of the big pot in front of him!
With a splashing sound, he took out the largest piece of meat bone in the pot and grabbed it in his hand.

The root of the meat had been in the boiling soup for a long time. If a normal person held it, a layer of skin and flesh would be burned off. However, he acted as if nothing had happened. Not only that, he even brought the bone to his mouth...

Click!

Fu Qingzhou bit the bone into pieces with ease and started chewing it in his mouth!
The surrounding northern barbarians were all shocked.

Fu Qingzhou laughed secretly in his heart.

Changsun Jiansu told him that the Northern Yi were a nation where the strong were respected. If you show goodwill right away, it would be the least of their worries. Now the entire Yi nation is poor. If they see you alone, they might drug you, kill you and rob you of your money. It is a common occurrence.

Here, if you are a strong person, you must show the dominance, power, and indifference of a strong person!
Of course, you can't just come up and shout for war and killing, otherwise they will all run away and you won't be able to get any information.

Sure enough, as he slowly chewed the whole bone into pieces and ate it, no one dared to ask who he was or come forward. All the Northern Barbarians just looked at him in confusion... and no one ran away.

"Finally, I have something to eat."

After chewing the bone, Fu Qingzhou put down the bowl, raised his head, and glanced at the surrounding Beiyi people. He asked in a muffled voice: "What tribe are you from? Where is the shaman of your tribe?"

"We no longer have any shamans in our Sand Scorpion Tribe..."

Behind him, an old warrior responded carefully and asked tentatively: "Are you... a shaman?"

"Can't you see?"

Fu Qingzhou said quietly: "However, I have been practicing outside for many years."

After that, he said sternly: "Since your tribe doesn't have a shaman, I won't stay... But if I eat your meat and soup, I can promise to do one thing for you, and I'll leave after I'm done."

"If you have anything you want to do, tell me now. I won't wait any longer if it's too late."

As he spoke, Fu Qingzhou stood up, propped up by his wooden stick, and made a gesture to leave.

"wait wait wait!"

The old warrior was startled: "Master Shaman, can I really ask you to help me with something?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

The next moment, the old soldier fell to his knees with a thud!

It's not just him.

As he knelt down, all the people in the tribe knelt down suddenly!
"Master Shaman, we can't survive any longer!"

The old soldier gnashed his teeth and cried, "Can you make the surrounding grasslands lush again and the cattle and sheep dense again?"

(End of this chapter)