Chapter 689 The Second Warrior of Sanmiao

"I can't say this." Ni Wenming smiled and said, "The clan and grandpa told me that they can only say it after seeing the elders of Miaodu. Well, it's better to give it to him in person when you visit the bloodline and beg him to protect my tribe.

The leader's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly pulled out the bronze dagger at his waist and said, "Who are you?" Do you dare to fake the name of Niaoyi?

Six Wenming's eyes suddenly widened. The leader sneered and said, "You San Miao's man, don't you know that the bloodline has ascended the throne three months ago?"

Xi Wenming was stunned and cried in his heart, but his face was innocent. He shouted, "There is such a thing... But why hasn't anyone ever known my tribe!"

The leader was also stunned and suddenly asked, "How many people do you have?"

"Four or five hundred people." I am proud of my life. This is what he has explored for a long time. The Niaoyi tribe is located in the mountains at the junction of Yanhuang and Sanmiao, and is almost isolated from the world. It is expected that the Sanmiao people will not be familiar with them. A few years ago, he went to Niaoyi to explore the path. The Niaoyi tribe respectfully welcomed him into the tribe, saying that they were only willing to survive and did not want to get involved in the confrontation between the two major forces.

That's what they said. There are only a few hundred of them, not as many as a lieutenant of Yanhuang. Once you offend either party, a ray of incense may be killed. Li Wenming is also familiar with the interior of Niaoyi, so he dares to fake it.

"Four or five hundred people..." The leader was a little speechless and said secretly: There is some misunderstanding about this matter. Shaoqiu Emperor's accession to the throne was the result of Dongmiao and Ximiao's compromise. He lay in the ice coffin and ascended the throne. Naturally, he was very low-key. He only summoned the kings of major tribes to watch the ceremony. With such a big little tribe, it's hard for the elders of Miaodu to tell whether they know it or not, let alone to inform.

The leader waved his hand to let the soldiers put away their bows and arrows and lift their guard. He smiled and waved to him: "You are a ghost. Are you the only one who sends treasure thousands of miles?

"How come, there are more than a dozen of us." Mi Wenming's voice was clear, and then he looked gloomy. "But ten days ago, I met a yellow rider at the southern foot of Funiu Mountain, and all of them were poisoned. Only my grandfather and I escaped."

The leader was stunned: "Is there a yellow riding in the southern foothills of Funiu Mountain? Humph, isn't Dongmiao guarding the Funiu Mountains? How can he let Yanhuang sneak over? He stared at the black man and said, "This time back to Miaodu, I will sue them fiercely!" Then he turned his head and asked, "Sin'er, where's your grandfather?"

"Grandpa was injured, his whole body was cold, his throat was cracked, and he couldn't speak. He was recovering in the woods." Mi Wen Ming said.

Xia Yan complained bitterly. I actually became his grandfather. If my father is not dead, how can I scold him?

He scolded. At this time, Si Wenming had run into the woods to find him, and the black pillar-like man also followed him with two soldiers. Xia Yan had no choice but to act according to his nephew's script. His hair is white, and his accent can't learn the strange tone of his nephew. He is quite suitable for a mute. It's better to be cold all over. He is a master of water. It's no problem to freeze himself into ice.

Six Wenming is so carefully calculated.

Xia Yu deliberately squeaked his body, made the appearance of an old man, covered his chest and coughed and coughed. In fact, he is not young, nearly 50 years old, but he is too powerful and skillful, so he seems to be about thirty years old. You don't need to dress up, just show your true colors.

When these soldiers saw Xia Yan, they didn't have a very special reaction, but they were quite shocked to see the two western membrane dogs. Even San Miao, there are not many tribes with the ability to domesticate membrane dogs.

The leader waved his hand, and seven or eight soldiers searched in the forest for a moment. They didn't see anyone else, so everyone was relieved. The leader suddenly sneered: "Smile, tell me, what kind of treasure are you giving? Take it out and show it to me. Humph, maybe it's a spy of Yan and Huang!"

Sismaniously argued. The leader was determined to see the baby and shouted, "You say that you are sending a treasure, but you don't have a treasure. It must be disguised by the Yanhuang thief."

"No!" Li Wenming was so anxious that tears flowed out. "The clan and grandpa explained that they can only say it when they see the elders."

"Do you know who I am?" The leader smiled and bent down to look at him. "The elder Jinglie of Miaodu is my father, and I am the king of the Jing family, Jinghao!" You tell me, isn't it the same as telling Elder Sanmiao?"

This person was greedy for treasure and took the opportunity to threaten and lure him.

"Oh, it turns out that there is Jingjun!" I was in a hurry to pay a visit.

Youjing is a large tribe of Sanmiao. It is a large tribe in the Han River, with a population of nearly 10,000 in the area of Yishan. Therefore, Jinghao's father can be selected as one of the seven elders of Sanmiao. The Youjing clan is not far from the Xia clan. Li Wenming has heard of this man. He is the first warrior in the clan and the second warrior of Sanmiao. However, the strength and Jin Potian said that there is a magic dragon bronze stick weighing hundreds of catties in his hand. It is said that there is a magic dragonfly sealed in the stick, which is extremely difficult to provoke.

Xi Wenming didn't pay much attention to his identity. He lay directly on the ground and kowtowed, while Xia Yan resolutely refused to kowt. Thinking about it, he was also an elder, and his identity was not lower than him, so he struggled to arch his hand. Jing Xiao didn't care about it. He cared about the baby and said proudly, "Well, son, can you show me the baby?"

Xi Wenming pretended to hesitate for a moment and looked at his uncle. Xia Yan ignored him and stretched out his hand to make a gesture. No one knew what it meant, so he made it up. Mi Wenming smiled and said, "Grandpa agreed. Well, Jingjun, after I tell you, you have to promise me two conditions.

Jing Hao said impatiently, "Say it, what's the condition?"

"One, if you want to take me to Miaodu, it's very dangerous on the way. With the protection of you, my grandfather and I can complete the task." Mi Wenming smiled and said, "Then, if you want me to see Emperor Miao, my grandfather and I expect to get his protection..."

"Emperor Miao..." Jing Shao shook his head, and there was a trace of anger on his face. He didn't know who he was at. He was stunned for a long time and said with a wry smile, "Okay, I promise you. Take the baby out!"

"I can't take it out." Mi Wenming shook his head and said, "It's too big."

"Uh-huh..." Jing's eyes glowed and he hurriedly said, "How old is it? What is it?"

"The mountain is as big!" Mi Wenming said proudly.

"Mountain..." Jing Hao was even more excited. He grabbed his shoulder and said, "Is it Qingtong Mountain? Or... or Jinshan? Or is it Shentie Mountain?"

There is no iron in the wilderness. Although ** iron ore has been found, the molten iron needs too high a temperature, which is technically difficult to achieve. But the iron ore occasionally picked up is often found in the wilderness, which is much harder than bronze, which makes the wilderness people curious. Some smart fire craftsmen have also forged some impure small iron tools, which is relatively precious.

"No, no, no..." He said that a man shook his head once and finally said, "It's a salt mine!"

"Salt..." Everyone was stunned.

Jing's arm suddenly trembled, clasped his shoulder and muttered, "What are you talking about? Salt mine?"

"That's right, a salt mine as big as a mountain!" I am proud of my life.

"Salt mine..." Jing Xiao suddenly shouted, "Son, do you birds belong to Dongmiao or Ximiao?"

Si Wenming knew what he meant, but he pretended to be stunned and muttered, "Of course it's Xi Miao!"

Jing Hao said again, "How far are you from Lingshan?"

"Four or five hundred miles." Mi Wenming shook his head, "I haven't been to Lingshan. I heard from the elders."

Jing Xiao suddenly let go of him, looked up to the sky and laughed, and turned back to hug the black man: "Dorutu, do you hear me? We have salt mines in Ximiao!" He quickly rushed to a giant man who was on alert in the distance and punched him in the chest, "Jing beak, we have salt!"

A group of soldiers cheered in unison.

This scene was designed before Mi Wenming came, so it is not surprising. He is very clear about the internal affairs of Sanmiao. The interior of Sanmiao is divided into two parts: Ximiao and Dongmiao. Since the dispersal of the Jiuli tribe, the rest have fled to the south. Most of them have fled to the area of Dongtingze, and some have settled in the east of Lingshan, which is called Dongmiao. Naturally, near Dongtingze is Ximiao.

For the Yanhuang people, no matter what it is, it is Sanmiao. It is worth meeting, but for the Sanmiao people, it is very clear. In the past 400 years, although the gods they believe in have not changed, they have actually been divided into two tribes. When attacked by Yanhuang, Er Miao became one and joined forces to fight against the enemy. Once Yanhuang's threat disappeared, they fought against each other and killed each other happily.