Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan raised his head and looked towards the high platform.

A stocky and strong man like the stars holding the moon, this person must be the leader of the four grassland kings - King Zuo Xian, both fierce.

Seeing that the other person was also looking at him, Jiang Fan smiled casually, walked up to the high platform, and faced the man three feet away.

"King Xiaoyao, Jiang Fan?" Although his Chinese accent was a bit strange, his enunciation was very clear.

Jiang Fan also smiled: "King Zuo Xian, are you all fierce?"

They all looked at him fiercely: "You Chinese people have a saying, a hero comes from a young age, and it's true."

"There is a saying in your grassland that old wolves don't eat grass. Looking at your physique, the king will eat a lot of meat."

Du Meng said calmly: "I am not old yet. I can chew meat and bones."

Jiang Fan smiled: "I'm just afraid that the bones will be too hard and my teeth will be chipped."

Du looked at him fiercely: "Young man, you are very brave and deserve to be called a warrior."

Jiang Fan disagreed: "What you actually want to say is that I am opportunistic and cannot be considered a hero."

Du Meng laughed loudly: "Why, do you dare to duel openly with the warriors under my command?"

Jiang Fan chuckled lightly: "With all due respect, when you used the trick of getting married, you were no longer above board."

Du Meng sneered: "My marriage is out of goodwill. I originally wanted not to care about what you did in the Ghost Rong Division, but you don't seem to appreciate it."

Jiang Fan said disdainfully: "You and I are not fools when we know what we are doing. There is no need to pretend to be confused."

Du Meng said: "This matter is very clear. No matter how you kill countless of my people, you must give me an explanation."

Jiang Fan snorted: "Your tribe has repeatedly invaded the border for more than a hundred years and caused great harm to our Chinese people. This time I entered the grassland to kill your people. Just saying retaliation for retaliation is far from enough. What shame do you have to give me an explanation? Besides, this time I openly entered the grassland, and even though you had an army of 300,000, I was still unable to stay. If you are willing to admit defeat, shouldn’t you be the one to give me an explanation?”

Du Meng was silent for a while and laughed again: "Okay, it's fair for you to say that. Then put these aside, I will listen to what you want to talk about today."

Jiang Fan touched his chin and turned to look at the eldest prince Du Lun who was being escorted by the woodcutter next to him: "Your Excellency, shouldn't you say something first?"

Du Meng then turned to look at Du Lun, who looked ashamed and frustrated.

"It's not scary that prairie warriors are inferior in skills to humans. What's scary is that they don't have the courage of wolves. My son is brave and will never let me down."

Du Lun's face was full of excitement and he said loudly: "Father, even if I die, I will not lose the face of the warrior."

Du nodded fiercely and turned to Jiang Fan: "Look, we prairie warriors are not afraid of death, so you don't need to threaten me."

Jiang Fan looked at the two of them with interest, "Oh? If that's the case, then what's the use of keeping him?"

As he spoke, a green light flashed, a long sword radiating with cold light was unsheathed, and he strode towards Du Lun.

Obviously, if it is not stopped, Du Lun will be dead in the next moment.

Du Meng looked gloomy and stared at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan, however, walked quickly and without delay. When he came to Du Lun, he slashed his neck with his long sword.

"stop!"

They all shouted loudly.

The sword edge stopped just short of Du Lun's skin, and the sharp edge of the sword had already opened a blood line on Du Lun's neck.

Du Lun almost lost his mind. He didn't really want to die. Wasn't he negotiating? Who would have thought that this guy would do it without even saying a word?

Everyone in the audience was also extremely surprised, and the barbarians were furious. The people of Qin felt goosebumps all over. King Xiaoyao was indeed extraordinary, and he actually wanted to kill his eldest prince in front of King Zuo Xian and the barbarian army. How domineering!

Jiang Fan held the sword and turned around to look fiercely: "Does King Zuo Xian still have an explanation?"

Du Meng's face was as gloomy as water. This young king was unreasonable and would kill people when he fell out with him. Such a character was difficult to control.

He stared at Jiang Fan for a long time, and finally squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Negotiation."

Jiang Fan laughed and put away the green snake.

"Okay, let's negotiate. Let them all go down and let's talk."

Du glanced around and finally nodded.

So the people from both sides retreated from the high platform, leaving only Du Meng and Jiang Fan on top.

"King Xiaoyao, why don't you sit down and talk."

Du Meng stretched out his hand to signal.

Jiang Fan didn't show any pretense and simply sat down at the end of the table.

Du Meng walked slowly to the other end and sat down.

"King Xiaoyao, you are very bold."

Jiang Fan said: "I'm just trying to make you understand the situation clearly."

Du Meng said: "You have achieved your goal, tell me what you want."

Jiang Fan picked up the flask and poured himself a glass of wine, his nose twitching: "Oh? Highland barley wine?"

Du Meng said: "Prairie spirits are not soft things like you southerners. I hope you are used to drinking them."

Jiang Fan was disdainful, took off the gourd from his waist and threw it to the other party.

"Try our Chinese wine before we talk."

They all grabbed the gourd and poured a large bowl of it without any politeness. Pick it up and drink it in one gulp.

However, the next moment, his face was as red as a shrimp and he couldn't help coughing.

As a last resort, he had to drink a pot of tea.

He dared to drink the wine that burned the knife, and it was not a big deal. I have to say that he was really brave.

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "How?"

Du Meng didn't believe it: "You actually have such strong liquor?"

Jiang Fan said: "How much do you know about our Chinese people? We are a nation of rich clothes, etiquette, beautiful scenery, and profound culture. How can it be compared to the fact that you only know how to herd sheep and horses?"

Dulun did not deny this, which was why the barbarians had always wanted to invade the south.

The southern dynasty was rich in resources and was a million times better than the harsh living environment in the north. Every generation of barbarian leaders wanted to get that paradise on earth.

"But the southerners are comfortable by nature, timid, cowardly, treacherous, and good at internal fighting. How can they compare to the bravery of our barbarians."

Jiang Fan said disdainfully: "That's called bravery? That's called barbarism. If there is poetry and education, and the world is rich and beautiful, who would eat raw meat and drink blood? Your Excellency, don't flatter yourself."

As he said this, he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dish: "Look, this dish is obviously made by our Chinese people, it is exquisitely made, and it is wonderful. It is not like you who know how to grill and cook meat."

Du Meng stared at him: "It is said that King Xiaoyao is hostile to our tribe. From my point of view today, he is not only hostile, but also contemptuous."

Jiang Fan put down his chopsticks and looked back at the other person's eyes: "You are right. Hostility is because it is always you who raise troops to invade, burn, kill and loot. Contempt is because you are not good at production, so you plunder others, act like bandits and robbers, and still expect to be looked up to?"

Du Meng was actually a little speechless. After all, what Jiang Fan said was the truth.

Take the matter of foraging for example, every year the barbarians take advantage of the autumn harvest to rob the other side of the grain.

But he still felt resentful: "Does it mean that you Chinese are born to enjoy the land of abundance, while the descendants of my wolf tribe are born to struggle in the bitter cold land?"