Chapter 161 The Relics of Daxinganling

A hut built with animal skins.

Murong Ji was shocked. The Jin Dynasty, which had dominated an era decades later, was like this at the beginning.

Shangjing Road is called a city and a road, but in fact it is just a large area of ​​local tribes gathered together with felt tents and yurts, without even a decent building.

There are no town markets, just shabby felt tents, yurts and thatched huts.

The huge felt tent in the middle still looks somewhat intact, as if it is the pillar supporting the last dignity of an ethnic group.

Deng Baichuan and Feng Bo'e looked at each other, not quite understanding why the head of the family would come to this place.

Behind them, a Khitan translator said in broken Central Plains dialect: "This is the road to Shangjing."

Then he pointed to the huge felt tent and said, "That is the main camp of the Jurchen tribe. If you go there, you will find the chief of the Mohe tribe (the predecessor of the Jurchens)."

Murong Ji urged his horse down the hill and walked into the group of felt tents. A rough estimate showed that there were only tens of thousands of people, and the able-bodied men who could be gathered were probably only five or six thousand.

Murong Ji smacked his lips, [It really is less than ten thousand. ]

This kind of adverse situation defeated the Liao Kingdom's regular army. If the leading general cannot be called a famous general, those people in the Northern Song Dynasty will have to eat shit!
Murong Ji glanced at the crowd around him. Naked children were everywhere, standing aside shamelessly and looking at them curiously.

The adults on the side stared at Murong Ji and his companions vigilantly, and some of them even picked up their broken knives. Most of them were women, and the only men were some elderly people.

Murong Ji couldn't bear to watch. In his opinion, even in poor places, no one lived as miserably as they did.

Being stopped.

"Who are you?" The translator behind him translated in a low voice to Murong Ji and others.

Murong Ji lowered his brows slightly, "Tell them that we want to see Wanyan Aguda."

"There is no Wanyan Aguda here! Hurry and leave!"

Murong Ji frowned slightly, "Then meet their leader!"

Entering the huge felt tent in the middle, it was a bit simple and empty inside, with only a table placed at the top.

Murong Ji and his companions waited for a long time before someone came over. They came out of the felt tent and looked at a group of ragged soldiers walking towards them from a distance.

He had seen this kind of look before. In his era, the first batch of soldiers, especially those in the military parade video of a certain year, had this kind of look.

[The Wanyan tribe is now showing signs of rising? ]

Does poverty strengthen one's will? Murong Ji didn't know. He secretly estimated the time in his heart. Wanyan Aguda was about the same age as himself.

The surname Wanyan may be the name of a clan, but Aguda is definitely a transliteration.

Murong Ji's eyes kept searching among the group of people. It was easy to identify whether they were Jurchen nobles, just by looking at their clothes.

His eyes were fixed on a man, about the same age as himself, with a broad build and a pair of sturdy legs hidden under a fur coat.

He carried a large bow and quiver on his back.

The two looked at each other, and with just one glance, Murong Ji confirmed his identity.

Judging from his current appearance, he has not yet become the leader of the Wanyan tribe, and is not even the heir.

In front of him, there was an older brother who was much older than him.

He tilted his head slightly and said to Deng Baichuan, "You come and argue with them later." Deng Baichuan looked mature and was a dozen years older than them.

In addition, he has been managing the Murong family for many years and has his own authority, so no one doubts that he is the leader of this incident.

Deng Baichuan looked bitter, "Master, why are we here?"

Murong Ji and Deng Baichuan switched places and said, "Looking for someone, Wanyan Aguda, Aguda is a transliteration. The other one is Wanyan Loushi."

Murong Ji thought about it and felt that the current Wanyan Loushi should not still have the surname Wanyan.

He continued, "Wanyan Loushi should be fifteen or sixteen years old now. He is the son of the chief of the seven water tribes under the Wanyan tribe."

"Tell them that as long as the people from the tribe come, we will give them food. Ten bags of food for one person! For the children of the tribal leader, we will give them fifteen bags of food each."

Deng Baichuan pondered for a moment, then frowned. He roughly understood what the master wanted to do, to restore the country. Otherwise, why would he go through so much trouble?
"Then we can do business with them, exchanging leather for food, and give them the old grain in our warehouse."

"Reason? Anti-Liao!"

The current Liao Kingdom does not oppress the many tribes under it too much, and Yelu Hongji is a man of discretion.

Deng Baichuan understood and stopped asking. The animal skin at this time was a good material for making leather armor.

As everyone approached, Murong Ji stood aside, watching everyone greet each other. His eyes were fixed on Wanyan Aguda. He waved at him and came out of the felt tent.

Wanyan Helibo and Deng Baichuan looked at each other and pretended not to see anything. Competition between young people is not uncommon here.

Wanyan Helibo gave his eldest son a look, signaling him to go out and keep an eye on Aguda and not to beat the skinny young man to death.

The two men didn't speak the same language and didn't say much. Murong Ji looked at Aguda's aura and the spirit in his eyes.

[Not weak in internal strength!] There are indeed some people in this world who are destined to be together. Duan Yu is one of them, Xu Zhu is one of them. There is a different glow in their eyes. They are the sons of destiny, how bad can they be?

Today, the same is true for Aguda.

Murong Ji rolled up his sleeves to indicate that he was ready.

Aguda jumped up and threw his bow at him with great force.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. This Aguda's strength was not weak! He was first-rate, not much worse than Feng Bo'e.

Is Feng Bo'e very weak? Not at all. He is not even among the top people in the martial arts world. But looking at the world, how many top people are there?
Among the military generals of the Song Dynasty, Feng Bo'e was definitely a fierce general.

Murong Ji dodged calmly and during the fight he had a fight with Aguda. Seeing Aguda sweating profusely, Murong Ji smiled.

The next moment, Aguda jumped very far away, more than ten meters away from Murong Ji.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. What was going on? Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his heart, and a feeling of death came over him.

"Stop! Aguda!"

Murong Ji heard a loud roar, but he didn't understand what it meant. He turned around and saw an arrow as thick as a thumb instantly appear in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank instantly, and cold sweat broke out instantly. The arrow was too fast! It was so fast that he didn't have time to react before it reached his chest.

Murong Ji pressed hard with both hands, his internal strength surged up, and he kicked hard, leaping backwards while using the Crane Control Technique to hold the arrow firmly.

The tremendous force sent Murong Ji flying backwards dozens of meters until the force dissipated. Murong Ji then grabbed the arrow, which was as thick as a thumb.

Only then did he realize that the arrow was more than one meter long and different from the arrows he often saw. The arrow shaft was simple and had fine patterns engraved on it, which did not seem like something from this era.

Murong Ji looked at the people coming out of the felt tent.

Wanyan Helibo was scolding Aguda, but he retracted his gaze and looked at the arrow again. A word inexplicably appeared in his mind: "magic weapon".

If someone of equal strength were to shoot this arrow, I would definitely not be able to catch it.

"Master, are you okay?" Deng Baichuan was still frightened, but when he saw Murong Ji's thoughtful eyes, he roughly understood what was going on.

This is another good thing.

"Please ask me where they got these arrows and bows. If they can take us there, it would be worth it to give them some food for free. If possible, exchange this bow and arrows for us."

Deng Baichuan said nothing more and turned to negotiate with them.

He was not stupid. After following Murong Ji to Mount Emei, he knew without thinking that he had gained huge benefits.

Otherwise, the abnormality of that group of monkeys cannot be explained.

Murong Ji looked at the arrow in his hand, borrowed Aguda's bow and took a look at it. He felt an indescribable feeling.

It’s like holding a dead phone, wanting to play with it but being unable to do anything.

A few days later, Murong Ji sent a letter back to the Song Dynasty, asking Yang Yueman to pay money and food and send it to Shangjing Road in the name of a caravan.

A letter was delivered to the Imperial Palace of the Song Dynasty. It was a draft of an article about the Liao Kingdom and a plan to destroy it.

Murong Ji woke up from his felt bag, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his stuffy fur coat.

After getting ready, they prepared to go to Daxinganling.

Shangjing Road

There are two dragon veins, Changbai Mountain and Daxing'anling. In this era, these are all deep mountains and old forests, not much safer than Shennongjia.

However, due to the large temperature difference here, it is difficult to form a dangerous environment such as an air barrier.

The jungle was dense, and once we reached the mountain, we couldn't use horses, so we had to walk.

After a few days, Aguda led them to a valley.

Many traces of human activities can be seen here. What Murong Ji paid special attention to were the murals carved on the rock walls.

Many of the murals depict some actions. However, there are many damaged rock walls.

The marks above show that it was destroyed not long ago.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he looked at Wanyan Aguda again, with a murderous intent in his heart. [The inner strength in Aguda's body, the method of cultivation must come from here, right? ]

Very good, if it were him, he would do something even more ruthless than Aguda.

He exhaled slowly and asked Deng Baichuan and others to carve and draw the above picture.

This thing is not a complete inheritance, and its origin is unclear, so its value is not that great.

Murong Ji looked at the rows of murals in the valley and inexplicably thought of Lu Zubu.

If you want to pass on information as much as possible, what method would you choose?
Word of mouth? It's unrealistic. Everyone's understanding is different. If there is no original, who knows what the original information is?
Writing? Murong Ji sneered. After living in the Song Dynasty for so many years, he couldn't even recognize all the seal characters, let alone the bronze Khitan characters, Tibetan characters, etc.

People of his time, who were not engaged in that profession, could recognize a few official scripts, ancient regular script, or traditional Chinese characters?
(End of this chapter)