Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

"Brother Gao!"

Outside the tent, Tuli excitedly grasped Gao Yi's hands, his eyes glistening with tears.

Behind him, dozens of cavalrymen who had come with him had already lined up.

Two days had passed since Tuli arrived.

The two had a very pleasant conversation these past two days.

As the son of Shibi and being groomed to be the future Khan of the steppes, Tuli was certainly not without cunning.

From the fact that he traveled a thousand miles to befriend me, we can learn a lot.

But Tuli is still quite young.

Although they were cunning, they couldn't hide it at all.

Moreover, he was facing Gao Yi.

Two days of banquets, strong liquor, and Gao Yi's flattering words.

The way Tuli looks at Gao Yi now is basically the same way Liu Bang looks at Zhang Liang, and Liu Bei looks at Zhuge Liang.

They were practically ready to drag him along, burn joss paper for him, and chop off his chicken head.

You should know that Gao Yi was originally powerless and only relied on his words to deceive Bai Yue'er, which led to the creation of the first picture in the Hundred Flowers Manual and gave him the strength to start his career.

Moreover, he has now furthered his studies in the Maitreya sect and is well-versed in its doctrines and scriptures.

To fool a naive young man like Tuli is a piece of cake.

"Brother Gao..."

Tuli held Gao Yi's hands, his face full of reluctance.

"Brother Gao, rest assured, there will be no problem with the position of Da Sijin. Just wait patiently and give me some more time. I will definitely find a way to transfer you to the royal court and make you my right-hand man." Tuli solemnly promised.

The Turkic chieftain, Sijin, is the head of a tribe. Of course, people like the White Protector before him and Gao Yi himself don't even have the title of Sijin.

As for Da Sijin, you can tell from the meaning of the name. Although it is only one character more than the previous one, the size of the tribe under Da Sijin’s control almost doubled.

It can be said that his status within the Turkic Khaganate was already quite high; if compared to the Sui Dynasty, he would be considered a mid-level general.

"Little Khan..." Gao Yi was naturally moved.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Tuli revealed his dissatisfaction.

"Still calling me Little Khan?"

"It's my fault, Tulinebu," Gao Yi cursed himself, then quickly corrected himself.

In Turkic languages, "nebu" means brother, which translates to "Tuli brother" in Chinese.

This is also a requirement that Tuli is determined to make.

"Tulnibu, I have never cared what position you hold or how many cattle and sheep you have. Even if you are just an ordinary herdsman, I will still do my best to help and assist you."

"Brother Gao."

"Niebu."

The two spoke at the same time, especially Tuli, whose eyes were almost filled with tears.

But Badell remained silent on the other side.

Neither Tuli nor Gao Yi paid any attention to this.

Because for the past two days, Badel had been in this state the whole time. Except for the time when Zhao Deyan appeared and said a sentence, she hadn't said another word.

At the dinner table, he remained silent, simply drinking his own wine.

Tuli was not surprised by this situation and never reprimanded him.

Gao Yi, of course, did not inquire about it, nor did he try to speak with Badeel for the next two days.

After all, he and Tuli are now like sworn brothers, and it would be quite a scandal for him to seduce his sworn sister-in-law. That would change the level and genre of the movie.

Besides, Gao himself isn't that kind of person.

Moreover, Gao Yi didn't need to ask why Badele was acting this way.

The marriage between the other party and Tuli was a political alliance, and there was no affection between them.

Moreover, Gao Yi vaguely remembered that Ba De'er seemed to be Ba Feng Han's first love.

back to the front.

Unlike Gao Yi's Stanislavsky possession, Tuli was genuinely moved at this moment.

He was absolutely certain that he had found his most important ally, the Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, who belonged only to him.

"Brother Gao, I know of your loyalty to me, but rest assured, I will never let you suffer any injustice. I, Tuli, swear this on..."

Halfway through his sentence, Tuli suddenly stopped, then abruptly reached into his robes.

When he reappeared, he was holding a golden knife in his right palm.

"Brother Gao, this golden sword was bestowed upon me by my father, the Khan. Now I give it to you. The Ashina tribe's golden sword represents me. I swear with this sword that I will never break my promise."

Gao Yi's eyes also lit up suddenly, but he quickly hid them again.

"Nebu, this..."

"Brother Gao, if you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me, Tuli."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yi naturally did not hesitate any longer and accepted the golden knife without hesitation.

"Brother Gao, then let us part ways here, and meet again at the royal court in the future."

"Take care, Nebu." Gao Yi also bid farewell with reluctance.

As the sound of hooves rang out, the group of dozens of figures quickly disappeared from sight.

Just as the group of figures disappeared, the reluctant expression on Gao Yi's face also vanished instantly.

"Ashina Golden Knife, just like a pillow appearing when you're sleepy..."

Gao Yi's eyes gleamed as he looked at the golden knife in his hand.

A mere golden knife, if it were only of intrinsic value, would certainly not be enough for him to value.

He valued the knife for its inherent worth.

"Tulnib, he really is a good person..."

Gao Yi gripped the golden knife tightly and let out a heartfelt sigh.

But soon, his brows furrowed again.

"Sigh... the small trouble is gone, but the big trouble is still unresolved..."

With a soft sigh, Gao Yi flashed away and walked to the other side.

In the emerald green grassland, beside a small lake that resembles a jewel, cattle, sheep, and horses are drinking water at their leisure.

Gao Yi's figure also appeared here.

Of course, he didn't come here to admire the scenery.

Because on the other side of the lake, a figure was sitting cross-legged with eyes closed on a huge rock.

The Demon General, Zhao Deyan.

Yes, Zhao Deyan, who said goodbye that day, actually did not leave.

"Greetings, Demon Commander."

Zhao Deyan did not deliberately hide his tracks, but this only made the other party's purpose clearer.

In this situation, avoidance is definitely not an option.

The other party was clearly after him.

Since we can't avoid it, we have to face it head-on.

So far, the Demon General has not shown any malice.

Of course, Gao Yi dared not be careless in the face of such a powerful figure from the demonic sect.

He had already made arrangements in secret, and the entire tribe was outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense.

If anything seemed amiss, it was sure to be a cavalry charge, with women and children at the back, and everyone rushing forward.

Upon hearing Gao Yi's voice, Zhao Deyan slowly opened his eyes, looking at Gao Yi with a half-smile.

"It's quite remarkable that the Mahayana Buddhism tradition still has a lineage."

"The Demon General is exaggerating; it's merely clinging to life."

Gao Yi was not surprised; times had changed, and the Mahayana teachings of that time had long since vanished from the world.

Let alone the great living Maitreya Zhu Faqing, even Yan Fei Sun En, few people in the martial arts world know that the poison of time has never been cured.

However, it is perfectly normal to know some inside information about certain long-standing traditions.

Zhao Deyan and the Demonic Sect were among them.