Chapter 461 The Provocateur
The holy mountain in the northwest grassland has a majestic "gate".
They were two giant wolves carved from gray-white rock. They kicked off the ground with their hind feet and raised their front feet, meeting each other more than ten feet in the air to form a towering arc.
For the holy mountain, the grassland people all have a kind of heartfelt reverence and piety.
When they were still a few hundred meters away from the gate, Harabar and the others had already dismounted and walked along the green grass.
Gu Xu also maintained his usual low-key and cautious style, not wanting to cause trouble in this sacred mountain where the barbarian shamans lived.
He put away the carpet, took the baby, and followed the team at the back.
However, seeing Gu Xu’s unassuming appearance, the barbarians from the depression tribe became even more nervous. They all thought that Gu Xu was planning to do something big in the Holy Mountain, and they wanted to attack him. The attitude is more guarded.
There is no serious building on the holy mountain, only tents made of tarpaulin and timber, walls made of thorn hedges, and earthen houses raised from the ground and covered with weeds.
Cities in the Da Qi Dynasty were often crowded - yamen, mansions, courtyards, houses, shops, streets and alleys, etc., were closely together, with people coming and going, traffic, and every inch of land All were fully occupied.
This holy land of the northwest prairie is the opposite.
It is open and empty, bathed in warm sunshine, lazily extending in all directions, as if connected to the distant sky.
At the foot of the mountain is a lively market.
The merchants on the grassland tied their horses, spread their goods on the ground, and shouted at passers-by.
Gu Xu quietly looked at the surrounding scenery, guessing in his mind the identity of the "acquaintance" mentioned by the white-haired boy.
Before they had gone far, they saw a large group of prairie barbarians rushing in from all directions like a tide, blocking the team led by Harabar.
“It’s a duel!”
“It’s a duel!”
Everyone shouted excitedly, the sound was deafening.
I saw a dark-skinned, blind man with one eye walking straight towards him. The bones hanging around his neck clanked, and the scimitar at his waist shone in the sun.
He unhooked his scimitar, threw it in front of Harabar, and looked at him with his hands on his hips.
Gu Xu knew that according to the custom on the grassland, throwing a machete in front of others meant challenging them. Generally speaking, the winner can be determined, but there are also cases where the fight will never end.
The person being challenged can refuse to accept.
But this will give him the reputation of a "coward" - for the prairie people who claim to be brave and invincible, this is more uncomfortable than killing them.
As a young warrior who is expected to compete for the position of Khan, Harabar will naturally not refuse such a challenge.
He simply took off his shirt and went into battle shirtless. He pounced forward like a hungry wolf preying on prey, and fought fiercely with the dark, one-eyed man.
Perhaps it was because the previous fight with Gu Xu was too frustrating, which made Harabar hold back his anger.
Today he struck hard and showed no mercy.
After a few minutes, the one-eyed man gradually became unable to do what he wanted.
Harabar's fist packed with the power of blood, hit him hard in the face, and then kicked him to the ground, making an obvious hole in the ground.
"I admit defeat!" the one-eyed man raised his hand.
He clearly felt that compared to the last time they met, Harabar's strength seemed to have become much stronger.
“Give me a message to Hud of your tribe,” Harabar said coldly, “He would never dream of getting involved in the Khan’s position.”
…… ...On the way to the top of the holy mountain, Harabar met more than ten challengers one after another.
The prairie barbarians are aggressive by nature. Since Harabar publicly announced his intention to compete for the position of Khan, many people were unconvinced and wanted to try his skills.
And Harabar also proved his strength with his brilliant record.
Every time he defeated an opponent, the tribesmen around him would shout his name, the sound was deafening, and they were obviously proud.
With the mentality of a spectator, Gu Xuben silently watched everything around him while talking to the white-haired boy in his mind, trying to extract more information from the riddle man who liked to play tricks on people.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, several barbarian warriors on the roadside noticed his presence.
"Look, there is a Qi man coming to our holy mountain!"
"Harabar, why is there a Qi man wearing a robe in your team? Is he a prisoner you captured?"
“Is he captured as a sacrifice to the great wolf god?”
“Look at his tender skin and tender flesh, holding a baby in his arms, and a frail mother. Like them. My wife looks better than him."
"..."
Hearing these words, Haraba suddenly panicked.
When others challenge him, he can deal with it calmly and calmly.
But when others came to provoke Gu Xu, Harabar immediately turned gloomy and shouted repeatedly: "If you don't want to die, just shut up!"
In his eyes , Gu Xu’s strength is unfathomable.
If this great god is angered, everyone on the hillside may die without a burial place.
Harabar's abnormal attitude surprised everyone around him - they had never seen Harabar, who had always been arrogant and unruly, show such a fearful attitude in front of others.
However, among a group of tall and powerful prairie barbarians, the slim-looking Gu Xu did not seem to have much intimidating power.
“Hahaha, Harabar, you would actually protect a Qi Ren!”
“A Qi Ren with skinny arms and thin legs would actually scare you like this! If you really become the Khan of the grassland, how will you lead the soldiers to fight against Qi? Maybe you will run away as soon as the Qi people's war drums sound!"
"..."
The onlookers laughed and joked with Harabar while looking Gu Xu up and down, their eyes full of novelty, as if they were looking at a circus monkey.
Harabar became more and more nervous, turning his head from time to time to look at Gu Xu's face, trying to tell him with his eyes: "This is all nonsense those people are talking about! It has nothing to do with me!"
Gu Xu has always been calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
Since entering the fifth realm, he has had a detached and calm mentality. The provocations in front of him will not arouse the slightest splash in his heart.
Until a barbarian young man took off his scimitar, threw it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Harabar, since you are so afraid of him, let me teach him a lesson for you, grandpa."< br>
Gu Xu didn't do it himself.
The baby girl in his arms seemed to feel the hostility in the words.
She floated into the air and suddenly opened her eyes with beautiful outlines.
In an instant, the cold wind howled, and the young man turned into an ice sculpture without any resistance.
(End of this chapter)