I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 430: Nine Phoenix Window Paper-cuts! I can love the grassland too!

The two Mohist sages have not yet broken through and ascended to immortality. Their cultivation is too low, which limits their vision.

Most people still look at issues from a material perspective.

The really old guys are different.

A thousand-year-old turtle and a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise.

As people grow old, they become more refined.

Those old guys have lived for so long that they must be able to see the intention behind Han Shao's actions.

When Han Shao relied on the resources of the grassland and applied universal technology, he spread the influence of Mohism to every corner of the world.

By then, the so-called prominent academic disciplines of the time will be nothing more than a natural outcome.

And human heart is destiny.

When Mohism once again became a prominent school of thought in the world, with the blessing of the great human destiny, it is hard to say whether there would be a sage like the Confucianist Wuya Mountain among them.

At least there will be a few more top Taiyi in the world.

Han Shao didn't believe that they wouldn't be tempted.

……

Once people start to get busy, time always passes very quickly.

Han Shao, who worked on paperwork all day, finally had a rough idea of ​​Longcheng's insides and outs.

During this period, the royal envoys left Longcheng in the snow and wind and traveled among the tribes on the grassland.

Firstly, it announced the birth of Hu Ruoye, the new Wuhuan Khan.

Secondly, he ordered the chiefs of each tribe to come to Longcheng for an audience.

December 23, the sixtieth year of Taikang.

It's the end of another year.

This day.

After Karasuma Heya stood up, she was surrounded by a group of palace maids and started to work with her bloated waist.

Han Shao was somewhat surprised when he saw Wuhuan Heya showing off the bright red paper-cuts he had made by himself.

“Is there a bad year on the grassland?”

Karasuma and Miyabi smiled.

"As a woman from Yong, I should follow the customs of my husband's hometown first."

The maids and servants from prominent families such as the Yuyang Zheng family taught her many of the Yong people's etiquette, rules and customs.

Karasuma and Miyabi studied very hard.

This is to avoid being laughed at by the other women in the mansion as a "barbarian girl with no manners" when she follows her husband south.

Just looking at the expectant look on Wuhuan and Ya's face, Han Shao frowned slightly and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Wu Wan He Ya noticed Han Shao's mood change, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and he spoke with some caution.

"Is my husband unhappy?"

Han Shao heard this and, considering today's special day, he stopped talking.

He then shook his head and smiled easily.

"No."

As he spoke, he took the window paper-cut with a nine-phoenix pattern from Karasuma Kazuya and praised it.

"He Ya does have a pair of skillful hands."

Han Shao obviously said something nonsense.

The soul of Yuanshen Zhenren is so powerful that he can even control the true energy and magic power in his body in detail.

Not to mention this little trick.

But Wu Wan He Ya was still very happy to hear Han Shao's praise.

She has not yet completely lost her girlish aura, and her pair of charming eyes that are not tainted by dust are curved, as if she is an elf that has fallen into the human world.

Han Shao looked at this extremely pure smile and a flash of guilt flashed through his mind.

So when she reached out to take back the Nine Phoenix window paper-cut, Han Shao said.

"Give it to me, how about that?"

Wu Wan He Ya paused and looked back at Han Shao with some surprise.

Han Shao smiled.

"Legend has it that the nine phoenixes are the gods and bring good luck to the world."

"This thing cut by Heya has quite a charm, it must be spiritual."

"Why not give it to me as a protective talisman?"

Seeing Han Shao's words, Wu Wan He Ya felt a little embarrassed.

"I just cut it casually..."

In her opinion, gifts given to her husband should be valuable.

How can such a trivial and worthless thing be worthy of a person like you?

Seeing Han Shao's insistence, Wu Wan He Ya had no choice but to agree.

Han Shaozhen carefully folded the Nine-Phoenix window paper-cut and kept it close to his body in a brocade bag.

Then he took out a jade ring from his arms and handed it to Wuhuan Heya.

"Since Heya gave me the same thing."

"It's a gift to return the favor. I'll give you one too."

The jade ring has a smooth texture and is considered to be of top quality.

But the shape is ordinary. Apart from some simple patterns on it, there is only a hollowed-out word "Korea" in the middle.

But its real value lies in the divine consciousness of Han Shao contained in it.

Enough to protect the mother and child at the critical moment.

After taking the jade pendant, Karasuma Heya felt vaguely uneasy and fearful.

She lowered her head for a while, and finally mustered up the courage. When she raised her head, she saw Lu Yan coming towards her with the clanging of armor and sword.

"My lord, the chiefs of the tribes have arrived."

Han Shao looked up at Wuhuan Heya who was about to speak, and smiled apologetically.

"I have so many things to do. It seems I can't accompany He Ya today."

Wu Wan and Ya Wei's frowned brows relaxed, and they finally smiled faintly.

"My dear, business is more important."

Han Shao looked at her deeply, then turned and walked away.

……

King's Palace.

The tribal leaders who braved the heavy snow and rushed all the way to Longcheng gathered in the hall.

Looking up at Hu Ruoye who was sitting high on the golden dragon throne, some people were whispering in groups of three or two, some were calm and silent, and some had frowns on their faces as if they were dissatisfied.

After a while, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

"Your Highness Prince Zuo Xian——"

This call made the originally noisy palace suddenly quiet.

Hu Ruo Xie looked down at the chief of the Wushu tribe who was speaking, but did not say a word.

Instead, I waited quietly for his next words.

The chief of the Wuzhu tribe was not afraid of this at all.

He looked up at Hu Ruoye without flinching or avoiding, and then said in a deep voice.

"Zuo Xian Wang is the wise king of our grassland. He should know the rules of our grassland."

"All the Khans of our grasslands were elected by our tribes!"

Although the grassland has always respected the strong.

But there are still rules.

For example, the Khanate has always been elected after the death of the old Khan, by gathering all the tribes together to hold a meeting.

When Shi Bi ascended to the throne, he killed his father. How cruel and ruthless he was.

But even he didn't skip this step.

And what about Hu Ruoxie?
Ascend the throne first, then send a royal envoy to notify.

what is this?
There was a flash of mockery in the eyes of the chief of the Wushu tribe.

"Your Highness... why are you so impatient this time?"

Faced with such blatant questioning, one could hear a pin drop in the palace.

Everyone looked at the figure on the golden throne with inquiring eyes.

It’s a pity that who is Hu Ruoxie?

When Bi was still alive, no one could really see through the turbulent waves beneath his timid appearance.

At this moment, he looked calm and didn't look like a grassland king at all.

Instead, he looks more like an old monk meditating, or a clay Buddha enshrined in a temple.

Seeing that he remained silent, the face of the chief of the Wushu tribe flashed with anger.

"Your Highness, what does it mean that you are so silent?"

"Your Highness, do you still care about our tribe? Do you still respect the rules of our grassland?"

The voice of the chief of the Wuzhu tribe echoed in the royal palace.

At this moment, he seemed angry, but the eagerness in his eyes as he looked at the golden throne was extremely intense.

The people of Yong have a saying, don’t they?
The destiny is permanent, and only the virtuous follow it.

The Wushu tribe was once one of the most powerful tribes in the entire Wuhuan.

But now this 'one of' can be removed.

It’s not that his Wushu tribe has become stronger.

Instead, the entire Wuhuan tribe became weaker. As a result, the Wushu tribe, whose strength was weakened much less than other tribes, became the strongest.

This is virtue, and martial virtue is also virtue.

This is also the reason why he dares to do what happens in this palace today.

Just as he looked around to see who dared to speak for the former Zuo Xian Wang, a chuckle suddenly came from outside the hall.

"He really doesn't take you tribes seriously."

"Because it's not needed."

These sarcastic words echoed in the palace.

At this moment, not only the chief of the Wushu tribe had an ugly expression on his face, but the chiefs of many large tribes also felt angry.

Just when he was about to shout "Who is so rude?", he saw a young Yong man, surrounded by a group of black-armored warriors, slowly stepping into the hall.

In an instant, everyone's pupils shrank and they were silent.

"Do you know why?"

"Because as long as he has me in his eyes, that's enough."

Han Shao laughed and answered his own questions.

After saying this, Han Shao paused in the center of the hall, glanced around, and continued.

"Do you think what I said makes sense?"

When the clan leaders of the various tribes in the hall heard this, some subconsciously avoided Han Shao's sight, some laughed awkwardly, and some lowered their eyes in anger...

But no one dared to refute it.

Including the chief of the Wuzhu tribe who had just loudly rebuked the new Khan, Hu Ruoye.

Han Shao's eyes fell on him, and the smile on his lips seemed to be a little curious.

"You have great courage."

"Tell me, who lent it to you?"

As he spoke, Han Shao looked around and asked with a gentle smile.

"Is it you?"

As the words fell, the vast aura of the Eight Realms Heavenly Beings was slightly revealed.

In an instant, a great terror as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing completely enveloped everyone in the hall.

Kneeling down, a tribal leader's knees went weak.

He fell to his knees with a plop.

"Your Excellency, please understand! It's not us!"

"How can we have such courage?"

After saying this, the clan leader seemed to feel that he had spoken too confidently, and hurriedly tried to make amends.

"At least I didn't!"

"As for them...I don't know."

When these words were spoken, many tribal leaders cursed in their hearts.

It would be fine if you just kneel down by yourself, but why do you have to force us to kneel down together?

No matter how much you scold me, you have no choice but to kneel down at this moment.

thump--

A tribal leader was forced to kneel down and swear to the sky.

"My Lord! You know my clan well!"

"This battle... this battle has already destroyed our clan, how dare you start a war?"

Almost at the same time.

Several more figures knelt down, crying out for justice.

"My Lord! You know my clan well!"

"My tribe has always been at odds with the Wushu tribe, so we will never collude with them!"

"My Lord! You know my clan well!"

"If my tribe wanted to cause trouble, why would we use the Wushu tribe to do so?"

"Your Majesty!"

"Junhou——"

It doesn’t matter whether Han Shao really understands their tribe.

They can make Han Shao really understand.

Looking at the tribal leaders kneeling on the ground at his feet, Han Shao looked somewhat helpless.

"You guys——"

He is just a supporting role who doesn't even deserve a name, why should he have a brain?
You're kneeling so quickly, asking me to kill someone to establish my authority?
Han Shao shifted his gaze and finally landed on the chief of the Wushu tribe again.

Seeing that his face had turned as pale as paper and he was sweating profusely, Han Shao sneered.

"Now you know you're afraid?"

After he finished saying this, he saw his stiff body suddenly kneel down straight.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't want to kneel, but that others knelt too quickly and he didn't have time to react.

"me……"

This guy kept saying "I" for a long time but couldn't utter a coherent sentence.

Han Shao showed a bit of impatience, pointed at Hu Ruoxie who was sitting high on the golden throne, and asked.

"Do you know that this position was given to him by me?"

Hearing Han Shao's words, the chief of the Wushu tribe nodded and said in a hoarse voice.

"know."

knowledge?

Knowing this, you still dare to challenge him?
Han Shao was amused.

"So you are dissatisfied with my arrangement?"

Han Shao said this casually.

It's nothing more than a prelude to killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

Even if this guy denied it, Han Shao had no intention of letting him go.

After all, if he dared to challenge Hu Ruoye, he would be challenging his authority.

And all authority in this world must be watered with blood.

Han Shao narrowed his eyes slightly, but was stunned the next moment.

"Yes! I am indeed dissatisfied with the arrangement made by the Lord!"

When the chief of the Wuzhu tribe said this, there was a sound of people gasping for air in the hall.

Everyone looked at him in shock, wondering how many heads he had.

Oh, no!

How many heads of his Wushu tribe must be chopped off!
Even Hu Ruoye, who was sitting on the golden throne acting as a clay puppet, couldn't help but look at him with surprise.

"Hiss——are you so brave?"

And amidst everyone's shocked and sympathetic gazes, the chief of the Wushu tribe seemed to have given up.

She looked at Han Shao with a flushed face and said excitedly.

"I don't agree!"

"In this battle with you, the best troops of the royal court were all killed, and the royal army was also completely annihilated!"

"In terms of strength, the Wushu tribe is the most powerful in this grassland today!"

"Since you need someone to be the Khan of Youbei Grassland, why do you have to choose Zuo Xian Wang, such a loser!"

As he spoke, he shouted loudly in a tone that was almost tearful.

"My Lord! I can have this Khanship, too!"

Shock!

The shock was far more intense than before!
In addition to the shock, there was also astonishment.

"So... this is what he was planning?"

The pity in the eyes of everyone in the hall was immediately replaced by enlightenment.

Han Shao, who originally thought that there were heroes on this grassland, was almost injured by this reversal.

After a moment, Han Shao had an idea and waved his hand to separate an independent world, with a playful and strange expression.

"He is the Left Wise King and the Crown Prince of Wuhuan. What is your identity?"

"Besides, I have already discussed it with him, and he loves the grassland."

The chief of the Wushu tribe, who had already disregarded life and death, shouted loudly upon hearing this, without caring that he was in a secret realm of the eighth-level celestial being.

"I can talk too! I can love the grassland too!"

Isn’t it just being a dog for the Yong people?
As long as he can become Khan!
He can kneel down on the knees that Hu Ruoxie couldn't kneel down on!
He dares to sell the things that Hu Ruoxie dare not sell!

In a word!

Being a dog! He came with sincerity!

Han Shao felt his deep sincerity that was beyond words, so he smiled.

Then, looking at the hopeful gaze of the Wuzhu tribe leader, he slowly shook his head.

"This position of the Khan of the Wuhuan tribe is not acceptable."

In an instant, the head of the Wuzhu tribe looked ashen and he slumped to the ground in despair.

But the next moment, Han Shao smiled faintly.

"but--"

"You can be the Khan of the Wushu tribe."

……

(End of this chapter)