The Empress’s Gigolo

At noon the next day, the group came to Jiuding Mountain.

Ren Baqian got out of the carriage and ordered his guard to find the Cape Loon. While looking up at the mountains in front of him, the mountains and peaks overlapped. I didn't know how big it was, but it looked extremely vast, tall trees and lush primitive The forest filled the front with a wild atmosphere.

In the distance, the nine highest peaks are like the top to the sky. Want to come this is the origin of the name Jiuding Mountain.

There were pleasant bird sounds in the forest, and several birds were seen flying from the forest from time to time.

"Teacher? What are we doing here?" Shi Gan asked about not far from Ren Qian, and other students stepped off to mount their bodies to move around.

Tonglan stood on the back of the horned cow and looked into the distance.

It's a pitiful short leg.

"You'll know soon," Ren Baqin said, turning his head.

Later history records: In the 71 years of the Dayao calendar, Ren Piqian, a great pioneer, scientist, and educator, took 24 leisurely disciples to Jiuding Mountain, successfully developed well salt, and solved the problem of salt hard for the people of Dayao. ...

The picture in Ren Baqian's mind should look like the above.

However, in order to prevent being beaten, Ren Baqian felt that he should not say too much.

Soon the corner of Loon was found. Just a few hundred meters away, a wooden post with a bowl thickness of 1.5 meters high was erected. A two-foot-long curved corner was placed on top of the wooden post, with a thick one end and a thin one. The whole is brown, with a circle of red patterns on it, which divides the corner of Loon into sections.

"This horn is a good thing." Shi Hu picked up the horn and stroked it.

"How to say?" Ren Baqian asked curiously.

"Luo Weng is eight years old and there are sixteen rings on this horn, which shows that this Low is at least 100 years old." Shi Hu said.

Ren Yaqian nodded, just like the tree rings.

Sixteen times eight, Shi Hu was able to reach a number of more than one hundred so quickly, and he has surprised Ren Baqian. Shi Hu is very talented in mathematics.

Then Shi Hu puts the end into his mouth and blows hard.

The sound is not as thick and sharp as the horns of a horn, like the sound of birds, eagles, and cymbals, straight into the sky.

Ren Baqian covered her ears. The sound of this thing was indeed not small, especially the sound was sharp, and she went straight into her head.

After the horn blew, after a long time, the sound of a long cymbal came from a distance. It was a human voice.

"I mean, I heard them, they are coming down to pick up friends." Shi Hu was in charge of Baqiandao.

"What if the enemy is here?" Ren Baqian asked curiously.

"The words of the enemy will blow another tone. There is a special skill in blowing this. Foreigners do not know how to blow. Ancient people would not do things like the enemy posing as a friend." Shi Hu explained.

Ren Baqian has always felt unpredictable, just like soldiers don't tire of deceit, anything can happen.

However, it seems that such things rarely happen to the ancient people.

May be related to the lack of mind of most people.

Of course, this is just a joke. In fact, the ancients have their own set of etiquette and rules of conduct, which all people must abide by for many years.

The ancient people have a more simple personality, so few people violate it.

This is also related to the difficulty of the ancient people living in the mountains. If the reputation is broken, other surrounding villagers will reject it. When encountering some difficulties, the village will not even have a helper, and it will gradually dissipate in history.

Over time, some rules have become iron rules, and everyone must abide by them.

Even after going down the mountain.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a long gurgling sounded from the forest in front, this time too close, only a few hundred meters.

"This is to confirm the identity of the person." Shi Hu explained.

Then there was a long howl.

After another quarter of an hour, the sound of swaying grass and trees began to come from the forest, and then two figures gradually emerged from it.

"Your Majesty?" One of them shouted.

The two looked thirty or forty years old, wearing animal leather pants and pants, all with bronze-colored muscles on their upper bodies, a string of animal teeth necklaces around their necks, and long bows on their backs.

"This is the Lord Ren of Zizhu Academy and his disciples. Someone is a guard in the Sipin Palace. This is a token." Shi Hu showed a token in his hand.

The two walked straight out of the forest without looking at Shi Hu's token, but looked around the crowd.

"Isn't he my ancient tribe?" One of the big men asked Ren Baqian.

"Mr. Ren is the husband-in-law chosen by Her Majesty, the governor of Zizhu Academy. You are not far from Lancheng here, you should have heard of it." Shi Hu replied.

"Oh, it's him!" The man scratched his head. "I've heard them say it. I didn't believe it before."

Then he looked at Ren Qian again and shook his head: "It's too thin."

Obviously wondered how His Majesty chose such a weak chicken as her husband.

In fact, Ren Yaqian is 1.75 meters tall and weighs 180 pounds. I have practiced martial arts and been beaten every day for the past few months.

It can also be regarded as a relatively strong man on the earth.

But in the eyes of these ancient people, they are still too thin, like women, totally not in line with their aesthetic view of men.

At least it needs to be half wide, in the eyes of a man who can run a horse on these arms is normal.

"I've seen a girl named Nagu in your village before." Ren Baqian thought about it for a long time before she remembered the girl's name. "I said at the time that I was coming."

"What happened?" The big man continued to scratch his head.

"What's your purpose here?" Asked another big man, looking around. There were more than seventy people in their party, except for eight thousand ones, all of them were ancient people, and they wore leather armor and long swords.

Those who can carry such a long knife in Dayao are either rich people or government officials.

Ordinary people can have a short knife as a heirloom.

But there was not much fear. Just like those ancient people who met on the eighth Damoshan Road before, there is no fear of the government. I ca n’t even see much respect, just like seeing another villager.

Most people in the mountains are like this.

After all, the emperor also went out of the mountain decades ago.

Only in the city, more exposure to outside knowledge, will some respect.

"I heard that you have a black pool here, my official is going to see it." Ren Baqian.

"What do you think of that poisonous pool ..." the man murmured, and then said to the crowd: "Then you follow me, but that thing can't be carried."

He pointed at the carriageway.

"Just throw it under the mountain." Ren Baqian didn't care.

Then the big man took everyone to the side and explained, "The road just now is convenient to go down. It is better to go up the other road."

After walking a few hundred meters to the side, the big man got into the woods, and Ren Baqian made people carry things like radios, solar panels, etc. There were only two people in the carriage to watch.

Then he started to walk deep into the forest. The students in the back immediately jumped up and down like a group of monkeys when they entered the forest.

Even if they were born and raised in Lancheng, they have a natural instinct for the forest.

Tonglan stepped on the trunk with two feet and climbed up the tree branch, and then Ren Renqian staged a human ape mother Tarzan.

"Come and follow me!" Tong Lan rushed directly to another tree, turning his head and smiling at the students behind him.

The body leaped forward, supporting with one hand on the branch underneath, and the whole person tumbling in the air and fell to another tree, followed by another jump, and did not forget to make a shallow and deep kick below Ren Baqian moved forward and made a face.

Ren Baqian looked up at her grimacing, picked up the camera hanging on her neck, and watched as she got closer and closer to the tree, and salt watched her paste the trunk directly ...

"Boom!"

The trunk that required two people to tremble was shaken directly, a leaf was shaken, and two unlucky snakes fell from the trunk.

"Oh!" Tonglan patted on the trunk and fell to another branch, covering her nose with one hand, tearful, could not bear to fall.

But she is a genius. How can she cry?

Ren Baqian put down the camera with satisfaction, and took a black history again.

After walking a hundred meters in the woods, a small path started to appear in front of it. I don't know if it was stepped out by humans or beastly.

From time to time, there were sounds of small animals being fleeing in the grass next to it. It always attracted a few students to chase them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Soon, I saw Du Laoliu coming back with an animal like a deer The light in the pair of big eyes was pitiful.

Tonglan immediately jumped down from the tree: "So cute!"

"It's cute." Ren Baqian nodded. "Eat it in the evening."

"Okay, okay!" Lin Qiaole, who was still sleepwalking, almost drooled when he heard that he ate.

The group walked for more than two hours and walked out of the woods. They saw a circle of wooden fences in the distance and an open wooden gate.

Inside the wooden fence, two tall corner towers can be seen.

In front of everyone, it was a small stream, and the clear and transparent stream made everyone feel a little cool.

Many students rushed over to wash their face and drink water as soon as they saw the stream. They walked in the forest for so long, especially jumping and jumping like monkeys for a long time. They were also thirsty.

"Ah!" Before they were happy enough to pass, they saw a student shaking his hand there, and his finger was biting a fish bigger than his finger.

"The bite-finger fish tastes good, it's too small." The ancient Han who led the way smiled at the little fish on the student's hand.

"It tastes good?" Ren Baqian touched his chin. He didn't really eat fish in Dayao.

"How much? Good to catch?" Ren Baqian asked.

"A lot. If you catch them, put your fingers in the stream, they won't let up if they bite. When the harvest is not good, the children in the village will also come here to catch finger fish.

Ren Baqian looked at the students around him, and felt that he would soon be able to taste what happened to this bitefish, which was called good taste.

For the ingredients in this world, he has always been satisfied with the deliciousness that the ingredients on the earth do not have.

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