Chapter 50 Hal Chi

The far north is far away from the fire.

"If you are double, pay attention to the 32 formula to sixty-four, all of them are counted as unified weighting and then removed. It will be complicated from the beginning of Type 32. You calculate it first, and I will continue to calculate the Type 64. The big shaman said in a low voice, and the old man's voice was extremely calm, and he didn't feel crazy at all. Instead of wearing the usual gorgeous and wide red sacrificial robe, he wore linen clothes, cuffs, trouser legs, ankles and waist tied tightly, and even his long white beard was tied together. The whole person looks thinner and smaller, but he is extremely capable. At this time, the noble shaman lay on the ground and counted carefully.

Shen Fan, who has been on the grassland for nearly four years, has become more and more noble and touching. The harsh barbarians did not wipe out the aristocratic temperament accumulated in his bones that can only be possessed by generations. In this barbaric environment, it is like a white lotus without mud. Following the great shaman to learn arithmetic, astrology, divination, as well as the history of the barbarians, and historical books in the south... So many years of study have made him deeply restrained, and his temperament has become more and more noble and unpredictable. Coupled with his extremely handsome face, it is easy to make people feel close.

In the words of the great shaman, this is the insight and the sense of prophecy brought by the cognition of ordinary people after understanding the most fundamental principle of the operation of all things. Barbarian shamans are the people closest to God in thought. They understand the history of the past and the present, can sort out clues from seemingly chaotic historical chapters, and explain things that ordinary herdsmen cannot understand as miracles with emotional cognition. And the existence that the great shaman can't understand is the real miracle.

Shen Fanshuang has been in the barbarian grassland for so many years and has been very familiar with everything here. He understands the climate of the grassland, the customs of the grassland, and what kind of bloody history and glorious civilization the barbarians have. He knows the gods believed in by the barbarians, but does not believe in the gods of the barbarians - like the great shaman, he does not think that Tengri God is really so kind-hearted to protect his subjects. The god's chest is full of iron and stone. But he still has to stand high, wearing gorgeous sacrificial robes and saying to the herdsmen who worship them: "The Tengri God will bless the barbarians for all generations, and the spirit of God melts into the blood of every barbarians..." He does not believe in God, but calls on the herdsmen to believe in gods. Shamans of the barbarians is such a spear. The existence of shield is absurd.

Perhaps, barbarians would rather believe that there is such a god looking at them in the dark, so that they will feel better no matter how hard it is. Even before death, the herdsmen will feel that they will be brought to the sky by Tengri, instead of sinking into the cold abyss. Although Tengri God is not a kind existence, he is a wolf-headed man with eagle wings on his back, holding a sword in each hand, and a ferocious face! But such a fierce god and demon is the Tengri god worshipped in the heart of the barbarians.

Shen Fanshuang from Mengyang often thinks on the grassland whether the gods believed by southerners and the gods believed by the barbarians will fight? Or the gods of the barbarians created the world north of the Huanghe Mountains, and the gods of Mengyang people created the world south of the Huanghe Mountains. But in this way, the phrase 'Tengri God is the supreme creator god in the world' that often appears in the barbarian classics is a big lie, at least the god believed by the southern Mengyang people is a similar existence. It can't even be said that there will be a god in Fanyang's heart...

Does God not exist? In this case, what is the significance of the existence of barbarian shamans, wizards of Mengyang, and monks who believe in ghosts and gods? But whenever he thought of this, Shen Fanshuang didn't dare to think about it any more. He couldn't help shivering in his heart, as if a pair of irresistible eyes were looking at him silently - unconsciously, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

"Great Shaman, is the grassland going to war?" Shen Fan stood up, arranged the calculation under him, and glanced at the complicated calculation on the ground with calm and keen eyes. He didn't look at the big shaman. At this time, the old man lay on the ground and calculated carefully, postureing like a golden turtle!

"Uh-" The big shaman answered carelessly. He straightened up and looked at the complicated calculations he drew on the ground. He glanced his eyes several times and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was correct. He stood up and said, "Chi Nasi wants to launch a unified war on the whole grassland. Bo Rite desperately wants to save something for his son. He is really desperate..."

It's hard to explain the meaning of the big shaman's sentence, and I can't even tell whether it's positive or negative in this sentence. The big shaman's voice is extremely calm and indifferent, with no emotion. Is the king working hard? What he is fighting for is his own life, or the life of the whole grassland.

"This is the calculation result of the sixty-four-link formula, which is placed on the thirty-two-link eight directions according to the octagonal orientation of Tiangong. You put it first and let the old man rest for a while. After setting it up, you calculate the 128 couplet with me. This formula is too big, and I can't finish it alone..." The big shaman lifted it from the ground * sand plate and handed it to Shen Fanshuang and said. Then he sat on the ground like paralyzed and lay on the ground for a long time. The old bone hurt like a broken bone.

Shen Fan took it silently and looked at the formula calculated by the shaman on the sand plate according to the palace law. I have to say that the Great Shaman is an outstanding arithmetic. Even if he is placed at the top of the whole southerners, he can be at the top, but if it can only be counted, it is not too powerful. Through arithmetic divination prediction, it is rare to see the trajectory of the future changes in the world from complex formulas. Moreover, the calculation volume of such a large formula has increased exponentially, and now there is less than 1% of the size of half a tent.

"I'm afraid we're going to count a winter here this time!" The big shaman leaned against the rock wall and looked around the surrounding gray environment. This is the place where the great shamans of the barbarians studied arithmetic and communicated with the gods. Located at the eastern border of the firefield, this is no longer a grassland landform, but a volcanic rock with no grass. But it is rare for a flat boulder to appear here. The stone is about the size of thousands of tents. It is flat and neat and can be placed for use.

"Nothing, a winter is not too long." Shen Fan said that he was not happy or sad. As long as His Royal Highness can keep Bai Yue drunk enough, I know that the winter in the grassland is very cold..." Shen Fan raised his head and smiled gently at the great shaman.

The big shaman also laughed and said, "This is no problem. Bo Richi also knew that the old man was really desperate for his affairs, and naturally he would not be stingy about such a thing. He raised his head against the rock, looked at the twilight of the sky, and said, "Fan Shuang, finish counting this world. After the unification war officially begins, you can replace me as a great shaman!"

"Oh?" Shen Fan responded in surprise, and the calculating hand paused for a moment and returned to normal.

"I'm old, and I can't do such a thing as fighting. If I'm 20 years younger, I can also ride on the snow and shoot with a dragon tongue bow. Now it hurts as if the bones are scattered when riding on the horse. I have a hunch that I won't live two winters. This winter, I helped Bo Ri Tie calculate the bad luck of the unification war, and then passed the position of shaman to you. I will quietly wait for Tengri to accept me... Although I have believed in Tengri all my life, I don't know whether this guy will accept it or not... I usually lie to herdsmen, and now it's fast. It's my turn and I feel guilty!" I don't know whether the old man is serious or talking nonsense, but it's not at all that he usually looks crazy. Although he shouted loudly and didn't say anything emotionally, this plain and joking tone has shown the old man's sincerity.

Shen Fanshuang still calmly calculated and said, "Thank you for your love. Thank you for taking care of Fan Shuang for so many years to gain a foothold in the vast wilderness, but it is really inappropriate for Fan Shuang to come from the fallen country of Mengyang and serve as a barbarian shaman..."

"There is nothing suitable for you. The first time I saw you, I decided to make you the next big shaman. New shamans often choose the best one from the old shaman students. The last generation of shaman Naor Halchi has seven students, and I have only one student, but you are much better than me at that time. It's nothing! Nothing, you can be a good shaman. I believe you!" The big shaman said with a smile. When he said that Shen Fanshuang was his student, his thin chest couldn't help but stand up, as if this was the proudest thing in his life.

The eyes of the big shaman suddenly faded. He looked up at the sun in the west burning like fire. The clouds in the sky were dazzling red, surrounded by a golden aperture. The old man's face was illuminated by the afterglow of the sunset. At this time, the old man lost his usual sloppyness and was like a wise man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life in the twilight. The noble and wise temperament that could penetrate the universe and run the reincarnation of life was even more detached. But the old man's eyes were dim, like depression and helplessness.

"Fan Shuang, maybe you are not ready to take the place of the big shaman, but you can't give in any more. Sometimes you rush to take over the robe and force yourself to bear the unbearable burden, but you will find that you can wear the robe very well... People are forced out! Just like when I was young, I staggered to take over the blood-stained robe of the old shaman, hurriedly put it on his body and began to assist the previous king of Chinas, and then it was his turn to be the king of Bo Ri Tie. In fact, I really hope that Bo Rishu will give up the throne to his son before me, so that I will be the great shaman of the three kings, hehe..." The old man said in a calm and joking tone.

Shen Fanshuang stopped what was doing, looked at the big shaman sitting there with a bleak look, and looked at him seriously, as if to see through what kind of vicissitudes the longest-lived old man of the barbarians had experienced. He felt that if the old man was talking about his affairs, if he didn't listen carefully, it would be really disrespectful. It is also because I am deaf that I can understand what they say only by looking at other people's lips.

"The old man suddenly wanted to talk today... Many things have been held back for too long. They should have been brought into the grave, but you are the next big shaman and should not hide it from you... After all, the big shaman should fully understand the history of grassland kingship. It's nothing to tell you. My peers are all dead, and I can't find an old friend to talk..." The old man sighed quietly, indescribably sad.

Shen Fan stood there respectfully, the sunset pulled his thin figure very long, and the black shadow cut the whole boulder like a sharp sword.

"The last generation of great shaman Nairharchi is the most powerful shaman in the history of the barbarians. As a great shaman, he not only has the faith of sacrifices and herdsmen, but also has the right to directly appoint and remove and kill nobles of other tribes, even Khan kings. In his history as a great shaman, he firmly combined the right of faith with the grassland kingship, but he won the trust of the barbarian king at that time! Because the great shaman of Nahur assisted the king at that time and achieved the greatest brilliant achievement in the history of the barbarians. The barbarian king at that time was..."

"Zoligitu Chinasi." Shen Fanshuang gently spit out the name.

"Yes, it's Zhuo Ligetu. You grew up in the south and know no less about what Zhuo Ligutu did than me. The old man said with awe in his tone.

Zoligetu Chinas, no matter how many years the name has been sealed, and then pulled it out compared with the heroes of the world, can be an awesome emperor. His success was based on Mengyang's failure and the victory of the whole barbarians over the south. More than a hundred years ago, King Zhuo Ligutu took the first powerful horse in history to cross the wilderness mountains and kill in the south, like a wolf entering the sheep pen, killing wantonly. For the first time, Mengyang in the south fought against the barbarian iron cavalry with heavy armor. He did not have any advantage and retreated all the way to the imperial capital. At that time, the Anyang Emperor of Mengyang gathered several princes and kings with a total of 500,000 troops under the city and ordered to guard the imperial capital desperately. However, there are only 40,000 powerful iron riders in Zhuoligtu's warriors, and the military strength is huge. But the barbarian warriors who had killed the erratic city. They crossed the high wall and saw the magnificent buildings in the city, saw the unparalleled palace, and saw the famous city in front of them, and they fought like crazy. Zhuo Ligetu ordered the heroic cavalry to charge a team for every 5,000 people and horizontally towards the defenders under the city. The barbarian warriors have always been tough. They have nothing to encircle and connect such tactics. They rely on murder and toughness. 5,000 cavalry should exert their greatest combat strength, try their best to consume the enemy's strength, and create conditions for subsequent cavalry.

40,000 people were divided into eight teams and rushed to the foundation of the city like a tide. The warriors of the black armored black horse seemed to annihilate the huge city under the hooves of the horse. The Mengyang infantry warriors under the city had no intention to fight against the devil-like iron cavalry and were finally defeated in the last wave of shocks. The gate of the city was finally opened to the barbarian king. Zhuo Ligeto rushed straight to the palace with a bloody warrior. Even the Yulin imperial army sent out the destroyed royal family without any resistance. He could only bow to the barbarian king from the far north, signed a surrender treaty that humiliated the country, and promised to compensate for huge sums of materials and tribute. As a minister. As a result, the barbarians in the far north have lived a prosperous life for nearly 20 years. And Zhuo Ligetu was regarded as the 'God of War' by the barbarian people.

"Zhuo Ligetu was blown a little high by the herdsmen. He was a rough man who led the army to fight. In terms of mental and courage, he could be completely blown up. However, under the supreme power of the grassland at that time, there was Naor Hal Chishaman who was making suggestions for him, which led to the success of Mengyang in the Southern Expedition. Achievement has brought 20 years of happy and prosperous life to the grassland! Without the great shaman of Nafire, Zhuo Ligetu would be just a mediocre king, and even the status of the grassland ruler of Chinas would have been seized by other tribes. Nahuo boldly proposed to plunder all the wealth and gold of the whole grassland, buy the best steel in the south, the most advanced smelting technology, and build armor to fit the size of barbarian horses and warriors. He personally selected the strongest warrior of the barbarians to rush into the vigorous riding and pushed the barbarians to the historical stage. The heroic horse was successful when it first appeared in history, because it was too scary, and it was not like a human, but like a monster in iron armor. The bows and arrows of the southerners could not hurt them. In close combat, they had no advantage under the commanding of the magnificent horse... But the southerners are also progressing, their machine, their formation, Their generals are extremely excellent, riding vigorously on the southern expeditions again and again, causing less and less harm to them. So there has never been such a victory a hundred years ago..." The big shaman told the history of the barbarians leisurely. Such an iron-blooded story was told by the old man in an old voice, with a color of historical accumulation, condensed and eye-catching.

"After winning the Southern Expedition, Nahoul began to cleanse the inside of the barbarians. He wanted to firmly control his power in the hands of Chinas, and Zhuo Ligetu completely decentralized and trusted him. He fought against other tribes many times, all of which came directly from the order of the great shaman of Nahoul, and even Nahoul's carelessly. After discussion, he arbitrarily dispatched a vigorous ride to eliminate the tribe that did not listen to Chi Nasi. At that time, there were more than 20 large and small tribes on the grassland, which fell sharply to seven in the decades of the great shaman of Nafire. Only the seven tribes of the far north grassland were Chinas, Azran, Kuma, Gaza, Desu, Kurige and Sharu, and slowly reduced the five tribes to the present... But the years when the great shaman of Nafire was in power was the most glorious days of Chinas. Chinas with vigorous riding and even crushed the enemy. The feeling under my iron hooves, and the great shaman of Nahuo is also obsessed with power..."

"What the great shaman Nahoul Harchi said with the laws of the south is to riot politics and overw the kingship and want to be killed..."

"Hmm! He is indeed too greedy. The great shaman is dedicated to serving the sacred messenger of the Tengri gods, but Nagor Halchi is blinded by secular power. He also finally paid the price. After the death of Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war, the grassland was in chaos, and several major tribes suppressed by Chi Naisi announced their independence from Chi Naisi's rule. The current King of Chinasi is far from having the supreme rule over other barbarian tribes as before. The relationship between the king and the king of Khan is no longer between the top and the bottom, but more level. The most glorious years of Chi Naisi have passed, and now the kings' respect for the king of Chi Naisi is only superficial and beneficial. The days of awe of Chi Nasi's loyalty as before will no longer exist after Zhuo Ligetu's death... And the shaman Nafire Hal Chi and his seven students who were in the chaotic political regime were met at that time. King Gaza's Khan retaliated and was brutally killed. Only one student escaped and witnessed the killing of his teacher and brother. Nahor Halchi was cut off his head and peeled off his skin. The sacrificial robe he often wore was sewn together with his skin. He was hung on a high flagpole and danced in the wind. His eyes could not be closed. He hung on a two-foot-long birch pole, which was the closest to Tengri God... But he failed to close his eyes and died on his head hanging on the wooden pole. Staring at the sky, I didn't close my eyes. In the end, his head was taken away by an eagle, and his body was encapsulated - his skinned and his head was sewn in a horse's skin, and repeatedly trampled, trampled and trampled by a group of war horses, turned into a pile of insegregable meat crumbs and fell into the Riana River... That year, Nahor Halchi was 53 years old, and I was ten years old. His youngest student and the last heir. The big shaman said, and the old man kept watching the sunset fall obliquely. The afterglow of the sunset on his face slowly turned into a thick haze. The tears on the old wrinkled cheeks were shocking. Big drops of tears rolled down the years on his face and fell on the rock for thousands of years, splashing with sadness.

Shen Fan listened quietly, listening to the bloody alternation of the monarchy of the grassland, how the heroes were brilliant and withered, and how the people who believed in the Tengri gods in the far north wilderness staged sadness. Inexplicably, he also felt sad and uncomfortable, and his chest seemed to be cruel. It's blocked. He wanted to walk over and hold the old man in his arms and pat his back to comfort the old man's sadness, but he didn't know how to get close to this old man who usually hides his sadness with madness...

The big shaman raised his head and looked at Shen Fanshuang with tearful eyes. The last sun sprinkled on his face. The tears became more and more shocking. His dry lips trembled and said, "Do you know my barbarian name?"

Shen Fanshuang's body shook, and Mumu stood there looking at the old man full of grief.

"My forgotten barbarian name is Nest and Lehe Harchi, and the tragic death of the last generation of shaman Naor Harchi is my father..."

The old man couldn't help it anymore. He sat there with his legs, cring his back, his dry and thin hands grabbed his gray hair, sobbing like a beast falling into a hunter's trap. The whole grassland in the north seems to be immersed in the sadness of the old man who has suppressed for nearly 60 years. It can't be erased or forgotten, like the poison that has been hidden for many years...