Fish swimming around the world

Xiang Yinghong is now mastering one thing at a time, calling herself Xiao Tao, and she doesn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, Jiang Fan felt strange. After all, she was an old witch who was nearly a hundred years old.

In response to this, Xiang Yinghong said that ambition does not depend on age. She was convinced by people like Jiang Fan and the Empress.

Convinced, she believed that Jiang Fan currently had little power in northern Xinjiang, and it was too difficult to deal with King Hunxie who was in charge of thousands of miles of grassland and had an army of 300,000 people.

"My lord, just the two of us plus a thief and a dog, you plan to take down one of the four kings plus the undercover forces. Isn't it a bit overconfident?"

Jiang Fan chuckled, "Of course not, but there are some people behind us who are not."

Xiang Yinghong said seriously: "Even if we add them, there are only about ten people, and there are not enough strong people. I can deal with them all by myself."

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "There aren't many people, just enough."

Xiang Yinghong still felt that it was unreliable, and glanced at a strange-looking leather box with a handle next to Jiang Fan: "What secret weapon is in this? Tell me, so that I can have a clue."

Jiang Fan laughed and patted the box: "You will know when the time comes."

Then he patted Big Big Wolf on the head with his backhand: "It's not the first time, just do your best."

Xiang Yinghong is far away in southern Xinjiang. Although he has paid attention to many things about Jiang Fan, he has no in-depth understanding of his operations in northern Xinjiang. He only thinks that he is too trusting.

Jiang Fan was very relaxed, leaning loosely on the carriage, admiring the scenery and humming a tune. Xiang Yinghong had no choice but to put her mind aside and listen. In fact, she quite liked Jiang Fan's strange tune, which was quite to her taste.

They were in a team, to be precise, a caravan with tens of thousands of people and hundreds of vehicles. Caravans of this size are usually extremely rare in the vast grasslands, and generally no one dares to do so. I don't know how Jiang Fan managed to sneak into King Zuo Xian's team transporting refined salt, tea and porcelain to the Golden Court.

Now, the team is moving north along the border between King Zuoxian and King Hunxie.

Jiang Fan's plan was to follow the team and advance nine hundred miles, then turn east and rush to the Hunxie King's Court. This route was obviously much safer than directly entering the Hunxie King's territory, and it didn't take too many detours. .

The journey was uneventful, and in two days it would be almost time to leave the team.

That night, the caravan stopped at a tribe called Anza, which was a medium-sized tribe under the command of King Zuoxian. They obviously often received transport teams, everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and they also brought cattle, horses and other livestock as well as a lot of furs and The caravan made some deals.

For Xiang Yinghong, everything in northern Xinjiang is full of novelty, so she wanders around and observes.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, walked alone to a few people who were roasting sheep by the campfire, talking and laughing with them in skilled barbarian language.

Xiang Yinghong only thought they were barbarians, but she didn't know that among these nine people, one was Prince Du Lun, and the other eight were the eight who Jiang Fan had taught him a lesson in Northern Xinjiang for the first time and completely conquered him the second time. Barbarian master.

There wasn't much communication along the way, but when Du Lun saw him speaking, he only wanted to talk about one thing - a little raindrop.

"Okay, don't worry about it. By the way, she really likes that pendant."

Jiang Fan said casually, tore off a leg of lamb and ate it.

Du Lun took a deep breath: "She is very simple. There are some complicated things. Try not to let her do it..."

Jiang Fan glanced at him: "I'm afraid of danger."

"Following you is a huge danger." Du Lun did not hesitate: "Although I am in Northern Xinjiang, I know a lot about you recently. It makes me feel frightened."

Jiang Fan said: "This is a troubled world, where can you be absolutely safe? On the contrary, you are more secure when you are by my side. Okay, don't just be affectionate when we meet each other, why don't you just concentrate on your work?"

"Do things..." Du Lun looked at him: "Aren't you enough to do the Chinese things? Why do you have to come to our northern border to do so much?"

Jiang Fan sneered: "The situation has opened up, and my Northern Territory has begun. But you understand, Northern Territory is not yours, and the person I want to take care of is King Hunxie. Your father will be very happy not to."

Du Lun shook his head: "I have read many books of the Chinese people. The hair is not attached, but the skin is not. King Hunxie is my barbarian subject no matter what. I don't want outsiders to interfere in the internal affairs of the grassland."

"Come on." Jiang Fan said contemptuously: "Your father doesn't think so. I can guarantee that even the Great Wolf Lord does the same."

Du Lun sighed: "This is the problem of the grassland. It looks strong, but in fact it is just like the Great Friday Kingdom's struggle for supremacy. Each one seeks power and the heroes compete for hegemony."

Jiang Fan had to admire him. Being influenced by the Chinese culture, and then returning to the grassland to witness and experience it himself, Du Lun's vision became wider and wider, the pattern became bigger and bigger, and he saw the problems more and more uniquely.

"Even if what you say is right, everyone has to survive, including you. In the past few years, King Hunxie has caused trouble for you. Du Lun, if you really understand, you should know that the Empress and I It’s not much different from the barbarian kings. They all want to be strong and conquer each other in order to survive. If you really care about the entire barbarian tribe, there is only one way. Like us, kill the Golden Tent and the three kings, and you will be the Great Wolf Lord. Otherwise, let’s figure out how to protect ourselves.”

Du Lun shook his head: "No... Although I don't quite understand, you and the empress are fundamentally different from the great monarchs of the Chinese race or the kings of the grassland... But you are right. If you want to change, you must at least be absolutely strong, otherwise It’s all talk.”

Jiang Fan keenly noticed that Du Lun had changed. In the past, he was obsessed with Tian Luoyu and was eager to go back to Mortal Residence, but this time when they met, his mind seemed to be farther away and his temperament became deeper. Although he still missed Tian Luoyu and cared about Mortal Residence, he didn't say much, and his emotions were no longer as volatile as before.

This guy... is undergoing a qualitative change.

What happened, or did his cognition change? Unfortunately, without knowing his true thoughts, it is impossible to judge whether this change will lead to a good direction or a direction that he doesn't want to see.

Jiang Fan really wanted to understand, but the timing was not right, so he could only stop the discussion temporarily: "Okay, let's talk about business. Although I came here for my own purpose this time, I can also help your Zuo Xian Wang tribe deal with an external enemy."

"Feng Chen again."

Jiang Fan nodded: "He has his eyes on everything in the hands of Hun Xie Wang."

Du Lun frowned: "Your Feiying letter is not clear, and I don't understand it either. He is a Chinese, and it is impossible for him to rule Hun Xie Wang tribe."

In fact, from the perspective of history and tradition, it is indeed impossible. This is fundamentally a bloodline issue. Barbarians will never submit to foreigners.

In fact, if Feng Chen had not intended to use the power of King Hunxie to spy on the Chinese region, Jiang Fan would have been happy that he could enter the Northern Frontier. The problem was that this guy was basically trying to attract foreign invasions and use the barbarian troops to fight for hegemony. As Du Lun said, he would never allow foreigners to interfere in the internal affairs of the Chinese.