Wuqi only saw the returning uville at noon the next day. The head man''s horse was followed by the horses of the basil and the trombone, with important members of the two tribes on top. The shaman hid at the end of the crowd that met them, glanced over the faces of the people on the horses, and soon had a preliminary judgment of their ideas. This judgment, let his brow tightly together.


    The shaman stood silently outside the head man''s tent, while the important personnel of the other two departments who came back with uville were in the tent. In the past, shamans would have a place in this kind of tribal negotiation. Shamans may not be interested in the communication between the heads, but their presence means the presence of spirits and the respect of their ancestors. But today, the spokesmen of the spirits can only stand outside the main tent and wait silently. The eyes of the travelling clansmen and the other two groups of guards hurt his spine. They had never looked at Wuqi with such eyes before. But now, everyone knows who the hero was who defeated and subdued the Skinner last night, and everyone knows that the servants of the spirits are so timid that they have no courage to show up.


    They don''t know anything. Shaman lowered his head and looked at his shadow on the ground. They didn''t know that the head talent they respected was the source of the skin Skinner''s attack. They didn''t know that the so-called defeat and surrender were just tricks to show them. They didn''t know where uville would lead them! A group of lost lambs regard wolves as shepherds and shepherds as enemies. They don''t know anything, so don''t blame them. Wuqi tries to convince himself that the problem is not with them.


    He waited for a long time. When the initial sweat had dried up on his skin and turned into white marks, and discomfort began to spread on his skin, the curtain of the main tent was lifted. Basil and the trombo men came out and talked as if they didn''t see Wuqi standing at the door and went to the rest place Shaler had arranged for them. The shaman stood in front of the tent and saw through the curtain that he was sitting lazily on the main seat with one hand supporting his chin. Once upon a time, the leader would not have made such a slight move.


    It is interesting to note that although the tribe has selected guards for him in the past, he will not take them with him who is the first warrior of shal. The two soldiers stood at the door of the main tent. They didn''t ignore the shaman. One of them said, "the leader wants to have a rest before dinner."


    "Let him in. I can rest better with shaman in." Uwell''s voice made the two guards immediately turn towards him and hit their left chest with their fists at the same time. Their face is full of a kind of fullness, that is to trust someone wholeheartedly, and give all their own to him.


    "Come in, shaman." The guard, who had just opened his mouth, became humble and stretched out his hand to raise the curtain of the tent for Wuqi. After the latter entered the main account, they put down the curtain and let the leader and Shaman get a relatively private conversation. However, the two men in the tent did not immediately start a conversation.


    Wuqi stares at the man on the main seat. His eyes are rarely so sharp. Now he seems to want to see through the body of uville and directly see the thoughts and even the soul of the latter. But it doesn''t mean that Shaman uses magic vision like magic. He is looking at his head, his best friend, and the one who betrayed himself with natural eyes.


    Uville''s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, and his drooping eyes gradually raised in silence to look at the shaman. "I hardly slept last night, and I''ll have dinner with the head of the rollertler division later. So, can you please do me a favor and finish what you want to say? If you stare at me, you can''t make two holes out of me


    "What is your purpose?" Wuqi opened his mouth after a few seconds of silence. He did not ask about the physical condition or mental condition of Wuwei, because that was not the most important question now. Even if he knew that the person in front of him was no longer the one he knew well, shaman couldn''t do anything about it. All he can do now is to accept the leader''s present state and find a way to prevent the tribe from destroying. Yes, the destruction of tribes. The story handed down by shamans tells Wuqi that with such a leader, the life of shale tribe will not be long.


    "Purpose." The head man repeated the word, as if chewing on the meaning, "what do you think my purpose will be? More people, more cattle and sheep, more vast and beautiful pastures, or more glory? What do you think I want? Shan Yu''s name? Ha, that''s what you want me to get. Actually, I didn''t care about that from the beginning. On the contrary, I don''t understand why so many people want me to be single Yu.


    "Instead of wasting time with me, why can''t they help others first? Isn''t that much more meaningful than teaching a child something he doesn''t understand? But you know the most interesting thing is that the more I want them to start with the problem at hand, the more they focus on me. It''s unreasonable, isn''t it? What can I do when I become a single Yu? How many Shanyu were there in this grassland? Where are they now? Where are their tribes? Where are their achievements? " Uville said these words without being impassioned. He did not even straighten up. He just sat there casually, and even his mouth became lazy.


    "At the end of the day, the grassland is still that grassland, just a batch of cattle and sheep. I, you and I, like all people, are animals of spirits in your mouth. They were born between Penghao and became fertilizer of Penghao after death. It''s meaningless, such a life is meaningless, such a conquest is meaningless, such a story is meaningless. "Wuqi''s face changed with wuweil''s words. At first, he was disgusted and despised, because he thought that uville would say that he didn''t care about Shan Yu, because he didn''t want to be the leader of a tribe, but just wanted to seek everything for his own happiness. However, his leader was not so superficial. When wuweil said the four meaningless words, the Shaman''s expression became shocked and confused. Although wuweil''s voice was weak, what he said penetrated into Wuqi''s mind. "So what makes sense?" The shaman couldn''t help speaking.


    The head man laughed. He knew that Wuqi had begun to enter into his mind, but this did not mean that the shaman would join him. In order to persuade Wuqi, uville slowly stretched out a finger, "one, one is meaningful. All the meaninglessness on the grassland is due to chaos, our tribes, beliefs, totems, like dust in the air, each independent. Like the stars in the sky, like your spirits. Even if some people want to break the status quo and change these, they will soon be covered by other dust and become the same as before


    "I''m not going to do that. Shan Yu? I''m not rare. The loose and gathered power will eventually disappear. I, I want this grassland to become one! I want all tribes to use one totem and believe in the same gods! I want to turn the whole grassland from dust to stone in my hands! Then, I want to expand the edge of the grassland, I want to make the whole world, all the people who have language become one with us, so that the world will change, permanently, completely. It makes sense. "


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