. What is Li Xuanba lying? ! Really a magic trick? ?
On the pontoon bridge.
Li Xuanba: “Oh, ah! Slow down! This floating bridge is too uneven, I’m so shocked! I would have walked if I had known it!”
Qin Qiong complained in his heart. It’s too late, please keep the “standard” in your mouth and make you so shocked! You’re so shocked! Tell you to take risks!
Wu Di sat in Li Xuanba’s arms and yawned.
It was indeed so turbulent that the eagle was almost asleep.
Chapter 172 Yes, I really look down on it
=====================================================
When Li Xuanba arrived on the other side of the river, his appearance, expression and posture were perfectly in line with Jie Li Khan and others’ imagination of the “demon Li Xuanba”.
Although Jie Li Khan personally experienced the battle at Yanmen, he did not see Li Xuanba. He only heard from Shibi Khan that Li Xuanba was a sick person in a wheelchair.
As Li Xuanba’s appearance spread, many unique “witch” cultural characteristics were added to the grassland.
When the grassland tribes attack each other, they sometimes ask the witch to curse each other first. Regardless of whether the witch curses successfully or not, she will definitely get seriously ill, which means that she has spent all her efforts.
Although the primitive shamanism they believe now has been eroded by other religions, the deeds of “witch” are passed down by word of mouth. Even if there is no “witch” in the East Turkic tent, they are very familiar with the story of “witch” – after all, this is the childhood story used by every Turkic person to scare children.
In fact, witches will not curse people at all. Those who understand “illness” and “backlash”. But most Turks do not read and are very superstitious. Besides, even the emperors of the Central Plains dynasty believed in witchcraft.
Li Xuanba looked pale, looked tired, had messy hair, and his bright eyes were full of pain.
He put his hands under the wings of the golden eagle in his arms, as if he was keeping warm, and as if he was holding a spiritual object, performing an incomprehensible ceremony.
Jie Li Khan tightly held the reins, and sweat broke out on his forehead with nervousness.
Li Xuanba, who was so moved that his whole body was so painful that he almost vomited, endured the discomfort and said hoarsely: “Why didn’t Jie Li Khan get off the horse?”
Jie Li Khan got off the horse with a conditioned reflex.
The Turkic people: “???”
Qin Qiong: “…”
Jie Li Khan: “…Hahahaha, are you Li Xuanba? When a hero meets a hero, of course I should dismount!”
A smile appeared in Li Xuanba’s eyes. Jie Li Khan’s mind is very flexible, so it is easy to fall into the trap.
Li Xuanba bowed in the wheelchair: “I am Li Xuanba. I am in poor health, so I can’t get up.”
Jie Li Khan said, “It’s okay, sit down.”
He got off the horse, and the other Turks also dismounted in panic.
Jie Li Khan did not give instructions, and one of his sensible guards immediately brought a folding stool that looked a bit like a horse but was a little taller than an ordinary horse.
Jie Li Khan sat on a stool one-third shorter than a wheelchair, about the same height as Li Xuanba.
When he looked at Li Xuanba, Li Xuanba was also looking at Jie Li Khan.
Jie Li Khan was tall and dark, and was a very suitable grassland man for dancing.
Qin Qiong actually dismounted the Turkic people at once, and the monk was confused.
Li Xuanba was also a little surprised, but was not surprised at all that they had no hostility towards him.
If the one who led the troops was a random Turkic general, Li Xuanba would never dare to be arrogant and came to the meeting alone.