.Gribo was quite satisfied with his swing today. If he really hit the 100th, it would be impossible. He had to be a strong bow and crossbow, steel arrow and had excellent eyesight, wrist strength, arm strength, and line-of-line to hit. These are all Gribo's pride, otherwise he would not have been called Tatar's eagle shooter.

Baotna lifted his bow and arrow and took out the small light arrow from the arrow box. His bow was one size smaller than Gribo's large bow, and this small light arrow was much smaller.

Gribo looked at Baotna with a strange look, but saw that he was also ready. The arrow was slightly stronger and his hands were staggered. The small bow trembled with his hands. Suddenly, he let go of the arrow and ran through the leaves!

Batto, when he was farewell, Lierta's eyes widened as if he saw a ram giving birth to a lamb, and a horse's milk fell from the sky, but he saw that Baotte had no pause and several arrows passed through the leaves without stopping.

Gribo went from surprise to anger and stared at Bautna's bow and said, "What kind of bow is this?"

Bao Tena hugged the little bow tightly and said, "This is my bow!"

Gribo reached out to take the small bow but was blocked by Lierta and his anger rose and said coldly: "I just want to know what kind of bow this is!"

Old Batto lived in the grassland for most of his life and hadn't seen such a strange thing. He was shocked for a long time before he came to his senses and saw Gribo's bow that was about to seize Bautna and said unhappily: "Gribo Warrior, do you want to steal a child's bow? This is too inconsistent with your identity as a Tatar Warrior!"

Gribo ignored the old man and he looked straight at Baotna and said, "Hongjila kid tells me what kind of bow is this?"

Baotna hugged the bow tightly and looked at Talierta when he saw Gribo and wanted to pounce over, he couldn't help but feel angry and said, "Gribo Warrior, do you want to bully the small with the big one? Do you really think that there is no one in my Hongjila tribe? And what you said before if Baotna won by chance, you won't forget what you should do, right?"

Gribo's vicious eyes flashed and nodded and said, "Okay, Gribo did not expect to meet an archery master in Hongjila. Finally, I knew that there was heaven outside the sky, and there were people outside the sky. Hongjila tribe had such young heroes. It is a blessing on the grassland. I, Gribo, compete with such a hero, is worth the vassal. Today, I will keep my promise. Here I make this oath in the name of Changshengtian: Great Changshengtian, your loving eyes are watching the grassland. Your son, Tatar, here Gribo here promises you that people who will never attack Hongjila will never rob, slaughter, and trample everything in the Hongjila tribe!"

Don’t look at Gribo’s face change too quickly!

Gribo stepped back and smiled and said, "I will ask for more discussions in the future! I think it's too late today. Bato leads us to stay in Hongjila for one night, but I don't know if it's OK?"

Barto was stunned and then said, "Of course you can live in my felt bag. It's big and wide."

Gribo shook his head and smiled, "No need for Batto to get some trouble, we have brought felt bags, lamb, and horse milk, and more than a dozen people live in Batto to get somewhere, so he would set up a tent by himself. I just hope Batto won't drive us away."

Batto smiled and said, "How could you drive you away? You are a guest on this grassland. Although Hongjila is a small branch, we also know the principle of being good at doing good to others and doing good to oneself. Does the Gribo warrior ask me Hongjila people to help you build felt bags?"

Gribo hurriedly refused and took his group to the south to prepare to build a felt bag and spend the night here.

He looked at the Tatars busy and sneered, "Did you see Batoling? These Tatars brought even felt bags and mutton, what do you think is An's intention? He had revealed Tatar's ambitions just now, Batoling, you said what should we do?"

Bato frowned and said, "What else can I do? Only see what these Tatars will do. I hope this Gribo will not cause disaster to our Hongjila tribe!"

Hebe snorted heavily at those people and suddenly pulled Baotun as if he remembered something, saying, "Babe, tell Uncle Hebe and your father where your bow comes from and who taught you your archery skills?"

Bao Tena looked at his father carefully and saw him looking at him, and couldn't help but say, "This bow is given to me by a wanderer. When shooting geese last winter, the vagabond who passed by our Hongjila tribe gave me, he said that I have good archery skills and will definitely be a brave man on the grassland in the future, so I gave me this bow. I have always brought it with me."

Lierta thought carefully and suddenly nodded, "You said that, I remember that person. Last winter, when we were hunting together in Hongjila, there was such a wanderer coming over. Bato led you. Do you still remember that person? He stayed here for four or five days before leaving. We all thought this person was strange."

Barto nodded and said, "Yes, I remembered him. I didn't expect that this person was a mysterious master. His bow had such great power to break through the air and shoot more than 200 steps. It is rare in the world! Baote didn't expect that you not only have such a good bow and arrow, but also have first-class archery skills. I won't think that you will be the archer on our grasslands for a long time!"

Bao Tena scratched his head and said, "Actually, at first I didn't think about how powerful this bow was, usually I used the bow given to me by my father. But one day when I was practicing archery, I suddenly remembered that I tried this bow and found that the bow was extremely powerful. I realized that I had obtained a good bow and then I always carried two bows."

Lierta slapped Baotna's head and said, "Hmph, I didn't expect you to hide your own father! If it weren't for this matter today, I wouldn't have known that there would be a archer son of a hundred prairie god who was famous for a hundred years!"

He said with a smile: "Brother Lierta, you are not happy, I think you can't find such a son. Baott, you must practice archery well in the future, equestrian and wrestling. Today, you can see how bullying the Tatar tribe is. But to be honest, they are just part of bullying the people with power. There are more tribes on this grassland. They will ride horses and trample our men with arrows and plunder our women. What should we rely on to protect our tribe?"

Bao Tinna replied in a deep voice: "It depends on the horse under his crotch and the knife and bow in his hand!"

Hebe and Lierta looked at each other and laughed. Batto also smiled and said, "What a Bautna! You are the pride of our Hongjila people and the pride of the entire grassland! The important task of protecting Hongjila is to you. Remember that your responsibility is for the sake of the Hongjila tribe, there is nothing more important than this!"

Baotna nodded solemnly, Lierta also said, "Okay, Baotti, then you have to remember what Bato said! It's time to go back and drink some horse milk wine. Come and have a good celebration. Brothers, please go to my felt bag to drink some horse milk wine!"

He didn't laugh and scolded: "I'm not in the mood to drink now and lose to that Hongtu and I'm still so heartwarming!"

Lierta also sighed deeply: "I never thought that this grand plan was so powerful that it was galloping on horseback. He and the horse seemed to be integrated like lightning. Don't worry too much about the grassland. The grassland is too big. There are too many people we don't know!"

Baotna looked into the sky but saw that the sun had been dyed red. Although the sunset had not dissipated, it was still very interesting.

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It wasn't too late to go back to his felt bag, but it was getting late as soon as I entered the house, I heard his son Ye Liexian pull him and said, "My father, Hucha'er, is sick and his head is still very hot!"

He didn't worry, Hucha'er was his youngest son. This year, the child on the grassland was very resistant to illness at the age of five. But once he got the "hot and cold disease", it would be bad at the least, it would be uncomfortable for many days, and his life would be in danger.

"Where is your mother? Give Hucha'er some hot milk. Where is Hucha'er now?" Hebei asked hurriedly and hurriedly walked inside.

His youngest son Hucha'er was lying on the whole animal skin on the wool pad, his eyes were closed on his face, his arms and calves were still red, but Leng He was calling Leng He. Other wives, Sima An, were looking at the child worriedly and coaxing, "Hucha'er, don't be cold, mother is here, don't be afraid of cold, mother is here."

Hebey strides over and is a little scared. Although the mortality rate of this kind of disease on the grassland is not too terrifying, it is indeed life-threatening. He said to Huchaer: "Little Huchaer listens to your mother's words and get through it! I'll go find a shaman to exorcise evil spirits and treat you!"

He explained to Yerei a few words in a hurry and ran out on his horse toward the felt bag of the Great Shaman of Hongjila.

People on the grassland believe that shamans believe that shamans can communicate with the immortal heaven and the earth. They are intermediaries of God. Once someone gets sick, it is because they are infected with evil. They must ask the shaman to invite the gods to expel evil demons and restore human nature. So Huchaer is now sick and he immediately thinks to invite the great shaman to hope that he can expel evil.

There are countless shamans on the grassland, but not many are famous. Like the great shaman of the Hongjila tribe, the Great Shaman Bod, which can reach the sky above and call the earth below. The famous shaman Hongjila is a well-known shaman. Some people in Hongjila usually cannot invite him when they are sick. However, because of their high territorial status, they can naturally go to him.

The felt bags in which the shaman live are different from ordinary people. They have wooden pillars and have Khitan carvings. Not to mention that they are full of green marks everywhere, indicating that the shaman represents the lofty heaven of immortality.

Don't hurry up and get off the horse and walk into the felt bag, but you see that there is only one young man and a maid inside, and there is no Bod Shaman.

The young man was Bod's son Tebiyong, although he was born in the Shaman House, he was not a shaman after seeing Hebei and asked, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

He did not scan the felt bag. It was very simple and there were not many things. Those magical tools and other things disappeared. He hurriedly said, "Where is your father's great shaman? Is he not in the felt bag?"

Te Biyong shook his head and said, "My father had already traveled to the west mountain a month ago and said he wanted to realize the will of immortality. Don't lead you to my father. Is there anything you need to do?"

Hebei said in a hurry: "My young son Hucha'er has committed an evil spirit and is now hot all over. So he wants to ask the great shaman to show him and ask the gods to drive away the evil spirits."

Te Biyong said in surprise: "Is it that little naughty Huchaer? I didn't expect him to be evil, but my father has gone away and disappeared. Now I just want to find him but I can't find him!"

Hebi stomped his feet and said anxiously: "What should I do then? Can I just go to the small herder to hire a shaman? If they are not strong enough, they will definitely not be able to eliminate such evil diseases! What should I do?"

Te Biyong was also quite anxious for him, but he was not a shaman and had no choice but to persuade him: "Don't take it, just ask someone with a little more powerful. I heard from my father that I must get rid of evil diseases as early as possible!"

After getting off, he nodded and hurriedly returned home in search of a shaman.

He had just walked a short distance but had already arrived at the tents of the Tatars near the banks of the Golden Water River. He hurriedly rode his horse and turned, but just walked out of the tent. A man was the Gribo.

Gribo was depressed at this time, and he put on a felt bag inside and drank the wine for no reason. He scolded his subordinates for drinking, and then drank so dizzy that he was sweating profusely, so he walked out to sober up.

Hebi saw Gribo, who seemed to be snorting and wanted to ride a horse, but he didn't expect Gribo also found him, and he was half awake when he stood on the grassland and was blown by the wind. At this time, when he saw Hebi riding a horse, he thought he wouldn't want to take revenge on him? But he didn't take him alone if he didn't know the more than ten warriors on his side, he wouldn't know how to die.

Gribo smiled and said, "Yeah, isn't this a match for other brothers? Why did you run out alone to walk your horse?"

He didn't really want to think about his child's condition at this time. How could he feel like Gribo's nonsense and just frowned and said, "What's your business?"

Gribo rushed over to his head and grabbed the other horse and said, "Hey, today I want you to say what you want to do! If I don't say it, I won't let you go."

Hebei is really lazy to talk to this drunkard, but the drunk people are irrational. If Bartoling hadn't said he shouldn't hurt them, he would have kicked this Gribo away, now he had to say anxiously: "My young son is sick, I'm going to find a shaman!"

Gribo said strangely: "Why are you still strolling here for shamans?"

Hebei had to simply talk about the absence of the Great Shaman and then hurriedly said, "Gribo, please let go of your horse."

Gribo was about to let go of his horse and suddenly turned his eyes and smiled, then he said, "Don't take it and you're lucky! When I came this time, the Tatar tribe specially invited a great shaman to accompany us. This time, your youngest son was suffering from a bad disease. I asked the great shaman to ask God to drive away your son's evil devil!"

He didn't feel surprised but still said suspiciously: "Is it really a great shaman?"

Gribo said with a sincere expression: "Don't take it, don't win, although you and I had a few disagreements when I first came, and my portal slave won you, you must be dissatisfied with me, but it is related to the major events of the children's lives. No matter how bad I am, Gribo, will never stop me from saving you! This great shaman is very famous for me, Tatar. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to inquire about Tatar."

He said hurriedly: "I believe in things without further ado, so please ask the Great Shaman to ask God to do a method to drive away evil spirits for my son!"

Gribo had a strange expression on his face and said lightly: "Don't take me back and get ready." He had already left and the expression on his face expanded, and he laughed because there was no laughter in the sunset.
Chapter completed!