"I have never killed Turks for my whole life, but tonight..."

The saint's eyes were dull and his tone was extremely dull.

Her eyes glanced at the golden tent of the Khan, and finally fell on Jie Li, who looked angry, and said with a gale, "I have erected a monument in the small border village."

Jie Li was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said, "What did you do to erect the monument?"

The saint did not explain, but said, "The stele is in Turkic text, and the signature is the name of my Turkic high priest. The content of the stele is also very simple. You cannot plunder this village within fifty years..."

Jie Li's eyes were confused, but there was already a vague guess in his heart, and subconsciously said: "No plundering this village? In other words, that is, that small border village belongs to the Han people?"

The saint looked at him and suddenly his tone became cold, saying, "A few months ago, the stone tablet was smashed. The Turks were attacked. They not only ignored my warning, but also massacred the entire village. All men died and women plundered. There were only a dozen old women left in the village, and they survived and struggled to survive."

Jie Li was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the old woman on the saint's back.

The saint's tone suddenly became excited, and suddenly shouted sharply: "There is my son in that village, and I am a mother-in-law. Jie Li, do you think I should take revenge? Do you think I should look for you? Is it wrong for me to kill your son? My son's life and death are uncertain, I will kill your two sons to vent my anger..."

Jie Li finally understood and also let out a loud roar, saying with great grievance: "I don't know about this. There are hundreds of tribes in the Turks. Wusi Ayue, I just became the co-lord of the grassland."

The implication is very clear, it is nothing more than saying that he had just unified the grassland and had not completed the tribal alliance until today. He cannot forcefully restrain all tribes, so he doesn't know which tribe did this?

"Gee!"

The saint burst out with a crazy laugh and pointed at him and said, "You are the Turkic Khan. If the Turkic people make mistakes, they have to look for you. By the same token, I am the Turkic saint and I have to be responsible for the Turkic people. Jie Li, you have dozens of sons, I only have one son, my son's life and death are uncertain, I will kill you and vent my anger. This is a personal grudge and will not affect the major events in the grassland. If you don't accept it, I, Wusi Ayue, will wait at any time."

Jie Li's eyes were furious and his chest was fluctuating rapidly. No matter who was killed in person, he might have a huge hatred in his heart.

But Jie Li is a hero.

A hero can tolerate what others cannot tolerate.

Just when everyone thought he was about to explode, they suddenly saw Jie Li laughing at the sky and shouted, "Okay!"

With a loud shout, he stared at the saint high priest, and roared and said, "Today's affairs, you and I have private grudges. Private grudges can be overnight, but major grudges cannot be delayed. Wusi Ayue, now the grassland is about to blow white-haired wind, the Turks must go south to plunder to survive the cold winter. We do not have to do production, and only by plundering the food of the Tang Dynasty can we survive. For the entire grassland people, I want to send troops in ten days..."

He stopped at this point, stared at the saint and said loudly: "You are also responsible for this matter. Although the Tang Dynasty is weaker than us, the Han people are very tough in their bones. As long as they fight, they will die. You are the high priest of the Turkic saint, and you must also contribute your efforts in this battle."

The saint high priest suddenly turned around and walked out slowly with the old woman on his back. A voice came from his mouth, saying, "In ten days, I will send 5,000 Turkic priests. They will follow the army to fight and be responsible for assassination."

Jie Li was happy in his eyes, but he was still dissatisfied and shouted: "Five thousand is not enough, I want ten thousand. Turkic priests are all masters of various tribes. I want you to send 10,000 priests. They are responsible for attacking the battlefield and can assassinate countless Tang generals."

The saint kept walking, just nodded and spit out a word, and said lightly: "Yes!"

She had already walked to the door of the tent.

Jie Li suddenly said again: "Ten days later, the grassland will raise troops. You are the Turkic high priest. The soldiers need you to dance the witch sacrifice dance. We need the blessing of the Turkic wolf god. Only you, the high priest, can make the soldiers feel at ease."

"I will come..."

The saint said four words lightly and stepped out of the tent with the old woman on her back.

It was not until this time that Jie Li suddenly roared and shouted: "You killed my two sons today. This hatred is irreconcilable. For the Turkic people, I can tolerate it, but when I am powerful in the world, I will definitely let you die and live..."

The outside of the tent was quiet, as if the saint had gone far away. Jie Li's teeth were chewing, and suddenly roared and overturned a Hu table.

At this moment, a sigh came from a distance, and said extremely lonely: "If it weren't for the grassland, I would have wanted to die sixteen years ago. I adopted Linglong to cultivate the inheritance, just hoping to die early. Jie Li, I hope you can really lead the Turks to suppress the world and make all the grassland people no longer lack food and clothing. When will you do it, Jie Li, and when will I die, I don't need you to seek revenge. I can do it myself. Sixteen years ago, I had enough of it."

The voice was Manman, with a trace of indescribable pain, and everyone in the tent looked at each other in the face, and Jie Li suddenly sneered.

...

The bright moon on the grassland was particularly bright. The saint high priest rushed forward with the old woman on his back. Wherever he passed, he stirred up countless dead grass to fly. The saint suddenly stopped and looked at the yellow grassland under the moonlight and said quietly: "It's July, the grass has turned yellow, and it's going to blow white hair wind. This is a disaster that is rare in a century."

The old woman suddenly struggled on her back a few times, and Joho's throat made a muddy voice, saying, "Girl, do you really want to send someone to kill the Han people?"

The saint was speechless and after a long time, he whispered: "I am the saint high priest of the Turks, the third lady, I'm sorry..."

The old woman struggled even more violently and said loudly: "Let me go down, I want to go back to the Central Plains. I don't know you, I don't know you."

Although she was an old woman, she was facing the Tang Dynasty in her heart. Now that she heard that the grassland was going to slaughter the Central Plains, the old woman just wanted to survive and go back to report the news.

There are many righteous people who are slaughtered, and most of them are scholars. Before this country's righteousness, even an old woman knew how to choose. Although she was beaten by her husband throughout her life and lived a very difficult life, she thought she was a Han daughter-in-law and she was worried that the Tang Dynasty would be killed too many by the Turks.

She didn't care about her old age and physical weakness, she just wanted to force herself to go back and report a letter.

Unfortunately, the saint held her tightly on her back and whispered: "San Ah, stop making trouble. You are old and weak. You can't go back to the Central Plains by yourself. Come with me to worship the temple. I will accompany you through your old age."

"Old woman, don't."

The third lady screamed and struggled, and suddenly, she didn't know where she got the strength and actually broke free from the saint's back.

She fell to the ground, her turbid eyes were covered with tears, but she didn't seem to feel pain. She sat on the ground and muttered: "The old woman is a native of the Tang Dynasty. I will die in the Central Plains even if I die. My man is dead, and my son is dead. I can't die in the Turks. I will buried it in the land of the Han people. Girl, the third lady begs you, let me go. I want to go back to the Central Plains, I want to go back to my own home..."

The saint's eyes became obviously wet.

She slowly squatted in front of the old woman and said softly: "San Ah Niang, there is no one in the village. Who will take care of you when you go back? Ah Yue can't let it go."

"Then I'll go to Chang'an!"

The old woman's tone suddenly became firm, and she almost tried her best to say, "I'm going to find a baby, I'll let the baby raise me."

"Baby?"

These two simple words instantly made the saint's body shaking.

She subconsciously turned her head to look south, staring at the south of the grassland in a daze.

Seeing her like this, the old woman suddenly felt a hint of desire and prayer in her heart, and she couldn't help but say, "Girl, although you are a Turkic person, your man is a Han man. If you marry him, he will be the wife of the Han man. You can't send someone to kill the Han man, otherwise how can you recognize the child when you meet the baby in the future..."

The saint slowly closed his eyes and whispered: "I just hope he can understand that his mother is a Turkic."

When his eyes opened again, he had become tenacious and determined. He suddenly picked up the old woman from the ground and said bitterly: "San Ah, don't blame me."

The old woman suddenly burst into tears, knowing that she could no longer persuade the other party, so she struggled to kick and bite the saint, and said, "I don't know you, I want to go back to the Central Plains, girl, please let me go back for my care of you back."

Unfortunately, the saint was no longer moved and hugged her and galloped towards the depths of the grassland.

Under the moonlight, an old woman was crying, her voice heart-wrenching, as if she was worried about her hometown.
Chapter completed!