"Although he is only in his early twenties, he is a warrior on the Xilingrad grassland."

"He can tear apart an adult wild wolf with his bare hands. In the past several Naadam Conferences, he has been the champion, and his dominance has been unshakable..."

After hearing Yan Huaian's words, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other.

Both of them saw the same wonder in each other's eyes.

Really strong!

"Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Old man Yan, the snow is about to fall. Let's go back to the yurt, and you can tell us more about Narisong and the Naadam Conference!"

…

In the warm yurt, there is a roaring bonfire.

The hare was roasting on the fire.

Yan Huaian took a sip of the warming wine and spoke again.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang sat aside and listened carefully.

"The Naadam Conference is a large-scale event held by the grassland tribes every three years."

"At that time, each tribe will send its outstanding young people to participate, and those contestants with outstanding performance will receive the attention of the elders of each tribe."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a trial for warriors."

"At the Naadam Conference, three traditional events are mainly tested: horse racing, archery and wrestling."

"The folk customs of the grasslands are fierce and fierce, and girls will also express their love for their beloved warriors on days like this."

"This Narisong has been firmly on the throne as the champion of the Naadam Conference since he came of age."

"Many women on the grassland are in love with him and regard him as a hero in their hearts." Yan Huaian said.

When the old man talked about the Naadam Conference, excitement and expectation flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.

That is the awe and worship of the strong.

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang heard this, they both probably understood a little bit.

No wonder Narisong was so crazy. It turns out that he really has the capital to be crazy!

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself and couldn't help but glance at Luo Fengtang.

But I saw that his expression was cold and his eyes were calm and steady.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly pleased.

That day, no matter how strong the pine tree is, the strongest will be the strongest.

She is more optimistic about Tang Yazi!

"Speaking of this, Narisong, you really have some connections with Miss Yang."

Yan Huaian paused and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and pointed to her nose: "Follow me? What's the connection?"

Yan Huai'an said: "The clan that Risong belonged to has now submitted to the Tuoba tribe of the Daliao royal family, and is the branch that the Tuoba clan relies on the most."

"But Narisong and his relatives are descendants of your great-grandmother's lost tribe."

"Risong's great-grandfather and your great-grandmother were cousins. Do you think you are related to each other?" Yan Huaian asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

Well, pushing it back three generations, they turned out to be blood relatives.

"That day, the young man Risong became a man of talent, both in civil and military skills, and was highly regarded by the Tuoba clan."

"The clan that Risong belongs to has always wanted to rebuild the original tribe, and the position of clan leader is coveted by several people in the clan." Yan Huaian continued.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No need to guess, Risong must also want to be the clan leader?"

Yan Huaian nodded.

"Without the token of the previous old patriarch, even if the most capable Narisong became the patriarch, he still wouldn't be able to convince everyone."

"So, their clan found me and asked me to go to the south and help them bring back the clan leader's token that your great-grandmother hid back then." He said.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, and they both suddenly realized.

"Old man Yan, when Risong talked to you in dialect that day, he was just asking about your token, right?"

Yan Huaian shook his head.

"It was the elders of this clan who entrusted me to go to the south to retrieve the clan leader's token."

"They were once the confidants of the previous patriarch, and they were loyal and loyal."

"Now he is very prestigious in the clan."

"That day, Risong didn't know that I accepted the commission from the elders. He just warned me not to meddle in the duel and cause trouble..."

"Because he said that he is determined to win you, Miss Yang."

"Well……"

Yang Ruoqing held her forehead, her head covered with black lines.

Luo Fengtang has been silently acting as a bystander.

When he heard this, he sneered and spoke lightly.

"He is destined to return empty-handed!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing looked up at him.

Her low-key domineering attitude makes her feel at ease and at ease.

"Uncle Yan, how many days are left until the Naadam Conference?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Yan Huaian calculated, "There are still about seven days."

Luo Fengtang nodded, which was enough for him to do one thing first.

…

At night, in Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing's small yurt.

There was a fire on the ground, and a plush carpet was spread beside the fire.

Luo Fengtang sat back on the carpet, while Yang Ruoqing lay in his arms meekly.

He gently hooked a strand of her hair with his fingers and twisted it between his fingers.

"What did Mr. Yan say about that blood letter?"

Luo Fengtang asked Yang Ruoqing in a deep voice.

The letter written in blood was placed with the ivory fish.

When the two people found it from the cave, they couldn't understand it.

So I decided to let Yan Huaian come and see it.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing changed to a more comfortable position and lay down.

"Old Uncle Yan read it and said that this was written by the old patriarch before he died."

"It probably means that he is dying, leaving behind the token and the blood letter so that the descendants of the tribe can inherit the position of patriarch and revitalize the tribe," she said.

"That's all?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows.

Yang Ruoqing frowned and continued: "The previous patriarch didn't mention it clearly, but he gave some hints to future generations in a subtle way."

"What happened to the tribe back then, and even the disaster of genocide? On the surface, it was an invasion by foreign tribes."

"There may be an inner ghost inside, so that future generations can be alert. It would be better if we could find out and kill the enemy with our own hands," she said.

It seems that if this tribe is rebuilt, the successor tribe chief will be a big man.

The old patriarch assigned a bunch of tasks.

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Luo Fengtang nodded slightly.

"It's hard for the old clan leader to see his clan members being killed, only to find out in the end that it was one of his own who was responsible."

"It's so desperate and heartbreaking!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing also sighed.

The old patriarch is her great-grandmother's biological father, isn't he?

Although the blood in my body has been diluted from generation to generation.

It can be traced back to the origin. Without the old patriarch, there would be no children and grandchildren below, and there would be no her.

"Let's stop talking about my affairs here for now," she said.

"Tangyazi, tell me, what are your plans next?" she asked.
To be continued...