Xuanxia

Chapter 865 Commitment
"Lush grass and trees, and numerous cattle and sheep?"

Fu Qingzhou was immediately confused: "Is this what the shamans of the Northern Barbarians are supposed to do?"

He suddenly wanted to slap himself in the face.

Why are you pretending to be so pretentious and saying such harsh words!
I originally thought they just wanted to help hunt some wild animals or something, but...

its not right?
He still vaguely remembered that at the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Conference, Zhao Hao and the Murong siblings used the "Eternal Life Pill" to lure Manar over. At that time, they said that the climate in the Northern Barbarians had been bad in recent years... Otherwise, they would not have risked going deep into the Central Plains of Yan State for a vague pill.

"You have quite an appetite."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "If I can make the grass and trees flourish and the cattle and sheep multiply, the position of the Great Shaman should be mine."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Northern Barbarians around him lowered their heads and sighed.

"We know, we know..."

The old warrior just now said in a hoarse voice: "We dare not ask for too much, but, but the desert is getting bigger, our tribe has migrated many times, and if we go west, we will encounter other tribes. We don’t even have a shaman, and all the young people have followed the Great Khan to fight..."

"Other tribes look down on us and won't accept us at all... We will be homeless."

Fu Qingzhou looked at him calmly.

“It rarely rains here?”

After a while, he asked slowly.

The old soldier sighed deeply: "Yes..."

"Not very little! It hasn't rained at all this year!"

At this time, a young woman in the crowd said in a muffled voice: "We even bought water from other tribes! The bone you just ate, Master Shaman, was one of the last bones in our tribe!"

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at her.

This young woman was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with a stubborn look on her face. She was the first one to draw the knife and try to attack him.

"What's your name?" Fu Qingzhou asked coldly.

The young woman lowered her head and whispered, "Ayiguli."

"Ayiguli."

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "I will make it rain heavily in your tribe, but you have to do it."

A heavy rain?!

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Northern Barbarians around suddenly raised their heads, their eyes full of surprise!

"Really, is it really possible?" The old soldiers from before blushed with excitement.

Ayiguli also became excited: "Whatever you want me to do! I can do anything!"

"Pearls."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "I need a lot of pearls."

What he had to do, of course, was to set up a small wind and rain formation.

Although it was a bit unusual to do this in a small Northern Yi tribe, it was the result of his careful consideration.

What he wanted to do, after all, was not to actually sneak into the Northern Barbarians' army to gather intelligence... There should be many people in the Northern Frontier Army doing this. If he messed around, it might not only destroy the Northern Frontier Army's original plan, but also cause other immeasurable consequences.

In fact, there is only one thing I need to do.

That is to lure out Huoyal!

Qiluo Palace has joined forces with Palm Sword Academy to find an opportunity to deal with Huoyar, so what he has to do is to gather as much information as possible while luring Huoyar out.

This would inevitably cause some big commotion.

As for the Flying Bear Tribe...

I don't understand the military secrets, so I'll see what kind of response I'll get after the Qiluo Palace sends a message to the Sword Academy.

"pearl?"

Ayiguli looked up and asked in astonishment: "Where can we get pearls?"

"This has nothing to do with me." Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "You must give me at least 20 pearls. With these pearls, I can make it rain for seven days above your tribe... but I can only wait for you for five days." "If you can't get the pearls within five days, I will leave."

After hearing his words, the northern barbarians of the Sand Scorpion Tribe, who had been excited just now, all looked despair.

They are so poor, where can they get pearls?

"Master Shaman..."

An old woman asked tremblingly: "Can we exchange it in another way? We, our tribe still has some ancestral treasures..."

"If you have treasures, use them to exchange for money and buy pearls." Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Pearls are what I use to communicate with heaven and earth and the ancestral spirits. They are not the reward I want. I promise to help you do this, and I will not accept anything else."

After that, without saying another word, he strode towards the largest tent in the tribe.

He didn't care who the tent belonged to or whether there was anyone living in it. He just walked in, sat down on the bed, swung his wooden stick, and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was going to use this place as a temporary residence.

But the people of the Sand Scorpion Tribe did not question it at all.

They just gathered outside the tent, whispering for a while, and then sent out...Ayiguli, the only person Fu Qingzhou had asked her name.

"Master Shaman."

Ayiguli walked in a bit nervously and asked, "First, do you really need twenty pearls?"

"I've said it many times. If you ask again, I'll leave now." Fu Qingzhou didn't even open his eyes.

Aiguli bit her lip, not daring to speak any more, turned her head and walked out of the tent.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes.

He certainly didn't intend to make things difficult for the people of this small tribe.

Twenty pearls are not extremely expensive, and they should be able to be bought by exhausting the financial resources of this small tribe.

The reason why he did this...of course, was that he wanted the people of this tribe to get out.

Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand, and there was a piece of talisman paper in his palm.

The talisman paper folded itself into a small paper crane, flapped its wings, and followed Ayiguli. Before it flew out of the tent, the paper crane had become illusory and transparent, becoming undetectable to the naked eye.

"Let them go out and trade with other tribes, talk to other tribes, and learn more."

Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly.

After all, he is a fake northern barbarian.

Although he could dress up as a shaman, he did not have the living habits of the Northern Barbarians, and he was not even aware of some things that might be common sense. Now that the two armies were at war, it would be too easy to alert the enemy if he rashly went deep into the heartland of the Northern Barbarians.

In this case, let the native people of the Northern Yi be our eyes and ears.

The little paper crane quietly got into the collar of Ayiguli's neck, instantly became thinner, and gently stuck to the inside of her collar. An invisible force instantly moved all over her body.

"I feel a little hot all of a sudden... am I nervous..."

Aiguli scratched the back of her neck which was a little itchy.

As soon as she walked out of the tent, all the people in the tribe surrounded her, and everyone's eyes were full of expectation and inquiry.

"There is no other way."

Ayiguli said helplessly: "We... want the shaman to help us pray for rain, so we can only buy pearls."

"Alas..." sighed the old warrior who had spoken the most. "Twenty pearls! Even if we take out all the treasures in our tribe, we can only buy this much!"

"Father."

Ayiguli frowned and said, "Which are more important, those treasures that we can't use at all, or the lives of our entire tribe!"

It turned out that she was the daughter of this old soldier.

"I did not mean that."

The old soldier shook his head. After a moment's silence, he seemed to have made up his mind and waved his hand vigorously: "Okay! Then sell them all! Ayiguli, you go and do it!"

Ayiguli's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)