He put down the wine glass he picked up again, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then spit out the three dry words "I understand".

The tall and thin young man nodded and turned around and left the tent.

Such a condescending and impolite attitude seemed to be the master of the tent and the leader of the tribe.

The curtain was lifted up and fell down. Yan Jie raised his head and stared at the flashing back of the young master, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Leader, An Ming seems to be determined to stand opposite him."

Changxing whispered.

There is no wind outside now, the tent is not very spacious, and there are still people at the door. If you don’t speak in a low voice, that person will be able to hear it clearly.

When Liu Ruiying heard what Changxing said, he also looked at the door. It turned out that this young master was An Ming.

Previously, there were only four people who went to meet Yanjie before the war, and the few were the warriors named An Ming.

He was speechless, and swallowed the wine in his glass in a small mouthful, and let out a comfortable sigh from his throat.

"It's better to sit in your own tent and drink. You said yes, Changxing."

Yan Jie put down his wine glass and said.

"After all, it's my own place, familiar and friendly."

Changxing said.

Liu Ruiying also agrees very much.

Changxing has been to Xiaweicheng and Zhongdu. In comparison, the conditions in the southern mourning tribe must be the worst, which is really a world of difference from this city. But as the saying goes, a golden nest is not as good as a dog nest. No matter where you can get the freedom and casualness of this place.

"It would be even better if there were no flies buzzing!"

Yan Jie sighed and said.

The flies he mentioned certainly did not refer to real flies, but to these messy people and things in the tribe.

When Liu Ruiying first saw Yanjie, he felt that he was different from ordinary gamblers. At that time, he didn't know that Yanjie was the leader of the tribe, but because he did not have the greed for money in his eyes.

If it were other gamblers, this kind of spirit would be uncontrollable.

Even if he wants to control himself, he can't control his hands, feet, body and mind.

But Liu Ruiying saw something else from his eyes that was ambition.

Have ambitions.

He was willing to be just a puppet leader, being controlled by others everywhere, and being merciless by Si Ming and the Tianguan behind him.

He wants to be the real king of a tribe.

Liu Ruiying knew that a person’s ambition would never end.

The reason why it is called ambition is because of greed at the beginning. This greed gradually magnifies and after all the things that can satisfy vanity are annexed, it becomes ambition.

Just like the greed of those gambling ghosts on the gambling table, when they are not satisfied.

When he really became the only king in the Yanjie tribe, his eyes would turn into the entire Monan and wanted to be the king of Monan.

Especially the Yanjie tribe is also the most powerful among the six major barbarian tribes in Monan.

While all the leaders of the alliance have bought horses from the northwest grassland royal court, they have envied the position of the wolf king in the northwest.

The grassland royal court is also composed of different tribes, but the wolf king can become a unique existence in these tribes. He is the sun of the tribe on the grassland, the eagle soaring on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

On the other hand, Monan is a pile of loose sand...

Except for the fact that the tribes can unite together in the face of the issue of the family in the Weicheng, they all fight for their own battles at other times.

Never think about how to get benefits from outside, all your energy and strength are spent on internal fighting. If you catch a few people from other tribes and become slaves, you can make a tribe happy for several days, from the leader to the ordinary tribe.

Such streets and layout are really too small...

Not only small, but also ridiculous!

However, he thought more profoundly. He felt that if the barbarians continued like this, they would sooner or later be in danger of destruction. At that time, no matter how the aristocratic families were taking action, the barbarians themselves could consume themselves completely.

"Brother, you may know a little about our tribe, but what I want to tell you now is that even the group of two-legged camels in the dangerous city don't know."

Yanjie seemed to have finally made some decision, and spoke to Liu Ruiying in a low and slow tone.

Liu Ruiying felt that calling the aristocratic families in Xiawei City a camel with two feet was very novel. It should be that in the eyes of the barbarians, those people were thin and did not know any fishing and hunting skills, which was really useless. Once they became slaves, they could only do things that camels could do, so they had this extremely contemptuous name.

But from his tone of disgust, Liu Ruiying could also feel that what he solved was definitely a big deal.

Liu Ruiying waited quietly, but after Yan Jie finished saying that, he didn't speak again.

It was a long time later, and there was a sound of pace outside the door.

An Ming can't wait.

After all, Yan Jie is the leader of the alliance. With the support of Si Ming, he can be arrogant and disrespectful to Yan Jie. But he dare not force himself to be anything. After all, Yan Jie's own strength is enough to surpass all the warriors. If he really angers Yan Jie, he has to explain his name here.

Although the barbarian tribe is primitive, it is also a civilization with a complete structure. Civilization is founded and continued by people, and there will be various conflicts in the process. People in this structure will have various plans.

Ambition to get tired of knots is a kind of calculation.

Of course, An Ming also has his own plans.

In addition to being supported by Si Ming, his greatest reliance is his youth.

An Ming is twelve years younger than Yan Jie. In the kingdom, twelve years are a round, which is enough to make all the zodiac signs turn around.

In the south of the desert, ten-year-old boys can already pick up bows and arrows and hunting knives, follow their parents' figures, and learn fishing and hunting skills.

Is it twelve years? Many things can be changed.

Compared to An Ming, An Ming has more time.

More time means more opportunities.

The length of time does not matter, the timing is more important than time.

But if it doesn't take long enough, it's actually difficult to happen. Moreover, no one can guarantee that he can seize all the opportunities, and there will always be a possibility of missing out. Therefore, whoever has more of the world will have greater chances of winning.

Yan Ji never felt old, but since An Ming appeared, just like he became a rising star in the tribe at that time, he finally felt a crisis. This sense of crisis is caused by time.

Unfortunately, An Ming chose to stand on Siming's side and did not choose the leader.

But being young is not often a good thing.

Young people are often impatient and inadequate.

Even though most of the barbarians have a hot temper, older people are always more calmer than young people.

Yan Jiao is twelve years older than him. In the past twelve years, he has experienced countless people, things and even battles. His mood must be more calm than An Ming, and his consideration of problems is more detailed and comprehensive.

So he was waiting for an opportunity.

When An Ming An can’t stand his mind and makes a mistake.

Liu Ruiying was still waiting for Yanjie to talk about it, but Yanjie knocked on the table with his hand, but finally he didn't say it out loud.

He got up and walked to bed, took out a piece of animal skin from the skull of the fourth horse head on the Bogu shelf, from the third floor.

The animal skin was spread out and placed on the table. Liu Ruiying saw that this was a painting.

It should not be painted on the skin, but someone copied it.

"This is a painting that has been preserved in the Yanjie tribe. I don't know when it is. There are actually twelve pieces of this kind of animal skin in total, and Si Ming is the one in other tribes. I secretly copied this picture while he was not in the camp."

Yanjie said.

Liu Ruiying held up the lamp and looked carefully.

The skin feels very soft, but it is impossible to know what kind of leather it is by touching it alone.

The brushstrokes of the copy are also extremely rough and childish, and because of the long storage, many places have become dark. Fortunately, this was copied by Yan Jie himself, and he understood the unclear parts of the words in his mind.

It is different from the paintings that Liu Ruiying usually sees.

There is no composition in this painting, and the entire picture does not have any beauty. The east and west are all independent.

"I copied the animal skin according to Si Ming's must be quite good. Some places are not well drawn, but the location has not changed at all."

Yanjie explained.

From left to right, Liu Ruiying looked at each piece.

On this animal skin, there are three large blocks and five small blocks.

Two of the small ones became blurred and dark.

Yanjie said that these two places are depicted by the sun and the moon, but behind the sun and the moon, there are countless black dots, which seem to be formed.

Liu Ruiying gradually clarified the order of the drawing blocks.

The largest one in the center is painted with cold mountains.

The black and rough strokes made the blocks look like this, but the ancient feeling was not reduced at all.

These mountains are steep and towering.

It doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but it seems like someone carved it from a complete piece of rock.
To be continued...