The boy was very happy to get praise, but when he thought that he had no chance to use his ability to ride and shoot, he frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice: "My father's ability to ride and shoot is better than mine, but what's the use? There is no place to use it."

My father had to make money by selling his coolies to support his family. He could not read and stumble, so he could only do odd jobs everywhere to help his father.

Long Qi hurriedly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was still ill, and whispered in Su Baoer's ear. As smart as Su Baoer came over immediately. He came to the boy's side and said a few more words. The boy nodded silently and watched them leave.

There are already yurt inns set up for tourists on the grassland, mostly set up by local residents. They chose one of the most expensive ones, packed them up with a lot of money, and customized a roasted whole sheep.

When the distinguished guests arrived, they were busy here, singing and dancing, food, and there were bonfires at night, singing and dancing.

Su Baoer is used to this kind of scene, and Chen Li is still a little restrained. From the secret guard to the official who shows up in public, he still cannot escape the shackles of the past. Long Qi is calm, real calm.

The ups and downs of the Mongol people seemed to have suddenly disappeared because they learned about the real suffering of the Mongol people, which is not worth mentioning at all.

They enjoyed the night. The next morning, the owner of the Grassland Inn came to communicate, and a father and son came outside and said that he was here to thank for his life-saving grace and begged to meet him.

Su Baoer naturally agreed. When the father and son came in, the boy still looked compassionate. If Qin Feng saw him, he would have to say something angry. However, the boy's father, the middle-aged man who had woken up, was calm.

The moment he saw him, a scene flashed through Long Qi's mind. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Long Qi. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately, leaving only bitterness.

Long Qi suddenly signaled Su Baoer and Chen Li to go out to look at the wind, and then came to the middle-aged man and said tentatively: "Bal?"

The middle-aged man's throat surged, but he still couldn't recognize the person in front of him. Long Qi called out again: "Master Bale."

Bale has never heard of this title for many years. The Dongyue royal family has a crown prince tutor. In fact, the children of the twelve leaders also have special teachers, but they don’t have so many tricks. Bale was one of the teachers he taught back then.

Long Qi suddenly stretched out his arm, held Bale's hand tightly, and then set off a pose, this posture...

Bale quickly shouted out: "Is it the young master?"

His appearance has indeed changed drastically. After all, his eyebrows and eyes were far less mature than they are now when he was wandering. Long Qi knew that his time was limited and whispered: "The uncles and descendants of the tribe in the past met me. Now I am here as an envoy from another country and will return to my country immediately."

The gathering was only short, and Bale felt sad, and he heard Long Qi say again: "The outside world says that the King of Beimo has a very good governance method. I think your life will be very good. It turns out that it is an illusion, and the Mengwu people are not good."

Baler had a slight soreness in his nose and couldn't help but shed tears: "At first, it was just for fame and consolidation of royal power, but later it turned out to be the previous one."

"I know everything." Long Qi couldn't bear to ask Balle to repeat it again, and said quickly: "Before I came, I thought that if you live a good life, live and work in peace and stability, what is the little hatred in our hearts?"

"But what I see, what I hear with my own eyes, what I hear with my own eyes, everything makes me angry," Long Qi whispered: "It would be fine if the Mengwu people were willing to do this, but if they were all unwilling to give up like that boy, I would be willing to fight."

Bale never thought that there would be one day left, and immediately said: "The Mongols are naturally free, so why are they willing to become inferior people!"

"That's good. I'll go here, and next time I can only come back in the name of business. I will leave you some money, not too much, but it's enough for you not to worry about food and clothing, and you can take time to do something else for me."

Long Qi signaled Balle to pass by and explained it to him. The boy stood not far away and watched his father whispering to the man who had reached out to help him twice. His attitude was respectful and pious, and a fire broke out inexplicably in his heart, and even he himself didn't know why.

When Bale left, he was not in a hurry, and he still looked a little weak with his gift from Long Qi.

After seeing off the father and son, Long Qi seemed to be much more relaxed. When Su Baoer and Chen Li came in, they saw his eyes relaxed and actually getting wine on their own. Su Baoer laughed and said, "You kid, you have been frowning since you entered Tianshui. Now it's fine."

"It was indeed affected by some impact." Long Qi had to admit: "It's time for us to go back."

The people who were reluctant to leave were spoken, and the heavy force was not seriously injured. Su Baoer was also in a hurry to deliver the goods next time. After only one night of rest, she exchanged the silver notes for gold and silver, and embarked on the road back again.

On the day of leaving, the relevant people from Beimo came to see him off, and they were all apologized. Na Wuya also signaled them to look at the high platform not far away, where someone was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, but from his figure, he looked very much like an assassin that night.

"Mr. Su, Lord. Long, Lord. Shen, please see, this is the one who didn't know how to live or die that night. Now he surrendered. Quan gave a gift today." Wu Ya smiled and raised her hand, and saw the knife on the high platform falling down and the head fell to the ground!

The onlookers just wanted to join in the fun, but they didn't expect such a bloody scene and screamed in surprise.

Fortunately, they were far away and saw only a head rolling to the edge. Something splashed out, but the blood was not visible, let alone the man's appearance. Su Baoer secretly scolded them for being hypocritical and still wanted to say politely: "We have received your sincerity."

"Then we will still have close contacts in the future, so don't have any rifts." Wuya bowed and said, "Be careful on the way, I hope you will go smoothly."

When he was about to leave Tianshuidu, there was a team of guards behind him who were said to have been assigned by Hai Motian himself. Su Baoer couldn't help but spat in the carriage: "Damn it, is this really passionate, or is it guarding us?"

The personal guard team sent Baililu before turning around and leaving. Su Baoer was already unhappy and they kept following him, so he was relieved.

Just thinking about the head that was beheaded on the high platform, Su Baoer was still half-believing and half-doubted: "It's so far away. God knows if it's the man that day. You two have good kung fu, have you seen it clearly?"

"The body shape is similar, and even the same tattoo on the arms, but it is not the same person." Long Qi said confidently: "That night-stalking person has profound internal strength. How could Hai Motian bear to kill such a master?"
Chapter completed!