At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

Faced with the mighty force of 100,000 cavalrymen, the Hanjing light cavalryman who was delivering the letter hesitated for a moment, but still chose to return to Hanjing to deliver the letter to His Majesty.

After all, before he left, Ren Sikong told him that no matter what happened, he must deliver the letter to His Majesty safely and not let it fall into the hands of others.

A sharp-eyed one-eyed Hu man noticed the movement of the Hanjing light cavalry and looked at the middle-aged man riding a white horse in the middle.

The man was strong and sturdy, more than nine feet tall, with leopard eyes and a tiger head and a sharp gaze.

The twenty-seven braids of different lengths on his head represented the length of time he had conquered the twenty-seven northern Hu kingdoms.

Now all the northern Hu grasslands have become vassal territories, and there is no hope of attacking the Wei Kingdom in the south.

He could only take advantage of the alliance between Wei and himself and go south to attack the Central Plains in order to seize the Western Regions.

When the Western Regions are conquered, it will be time to defeat Wei.

"Great Chanyu, I saw a light cavalryman of unknown origin heading east. Should I shoot him down?"

After saying this, the one-eyed Hu man pulled the bow in his hand and aimed at the Hanjing cavalry that were galloping in the distance.

"Forget it, let him go." The Great Chanyu raised his hand to stop him. The Hu general had no choice but to give up, put down his bow, and ordered the soldiers to set up camp here.

Just in the evening, an old Taoist priest with a dusty face, tattered clothes and a Taoist sword hanging on his back appeared at the gate outside the camp.

"I have traveled from the east to the west. I wonder if you could give me some wine and meat?" The old Taoist took out a broken bowl from his arms and said to the two Northern Hu guards guarding the camp entrance.

One of them, Hu Bing, did not understand Chinese and looked completely confused.

The other Hu soldier, a Wei man who had been assimilated into the Hu culture, immediately drove the old Taoist priest away, saying, "Go away, old demon Taoist priest, where did you come from? This is not a place for you to beg for alms."

"Haha, who says we can't beg for alms here because it's a military camp? You can beg for alms wherever there are people." The old Taoist priest laughed and insisted on begging with a thick face.

"I think you are tired of living and are looking for death!!!" Hu Bing drew the scimitar from his waist and slashed at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest neither dodged nor retreated, but simply used two fingers to clamp the incoming scimitar.

No matter how hard Hu Bing tried, he just couldn't pull out the scimitar.

Seeing this, Hu Bing, who was standing next to him, immediately drew out his scimitar and was about to chop at the old Taoist priest.

However, before the Hu soldier could chop down with his scimitar, he was stopped by a shout: "Stop it!!!"

The visitor was none other than the one-eyed Zuoshao King Chiwen, who often accompanied Wudun Chanyu.

"Meet the Left Slant King."

The two Hu soldiers placed their right hands on their left chests, bent down and saluted Chi Wen.

"Old immortal, please forgive their rudeness. Please follow me into the camp to get food." Chi Wen made a gesture of invitation to the old Taoist priest.

When he was patrolling here just now, he didn't take the old Taoist priest seriously at all. He thought he was just a fake Taoist priest who was trying to get free food and drinks.

But after seeing the old Taoist holding the scimitar with two fingers, he immediately changed his mind and felt that this old Taoist might be the legendary old immortal.

Chi Wen led the old Taoist priest into the Great Chanyu's tent.

At this time, Wudun Chanyu was eating meat and drinking. When he saw Chi Wen bringing in an old man, he immediately asked with some dissatisfaction: "Chi Wen, who is this old man you brought?"

Chi Wen ran up to Wudun Chanyu and whispered, "Great Chanyu, this... this is not an old man, this is an old immortal."

Chi Wen told Wudun Chanyu what he had just seen. You have to know that they brought elite soldiers this time. He, an old man, only had two fingers to hold the scimitar. No matter how hard the guards tried, they couldn't pull it out at all.

This must be some divine blessing.

Wudun Chanyu's previous dissatisfied expression disappeared, and he replaced it with a respectful look and asked: "Old Immortal, since my subordinates call you Old Immortal, do you know where to find the elixir of life?"

"Haha."

"All the emperors in the world want to live forever, but they regret that it is just a dream." The old Taoist shook his head and laughed sarcastically, which made Wudun Chanyu look at Chiwen with dissatisfaction.

That look seemed to be saying, is this the old immortal you were talking about?

I think he is an old lunatic.

Chi Wen only felt a sharp pain on his face, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.

"Old Immortal, since you don't know how to live forever, can you help us calculate whether we can achieve a great victory in this expedition to Minglan Kingdom?" Chi Wen asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Mars has moved to another palace. Not only will you not be able to achieve a complete victory this time, you will also suffer a crushing defeat." The old Taoist shook his head in a decisive tone.

"It's absolute nonsense!!!" Chanyu Wudun slammed the table angrily and ordered Chiwen to drive this old liar out of the camp.

This time he brought with him 100,000 elite cavalry and some siege weapons. Not to mention the small Minglan Kingdom, even the entire Western Regions could be conquered easily.

"Get out." Chi Wen's face was gloomy. He was fed up with the old Taoist's nonsense.

He thought he met an old immortal, but it turned out to be an old lunatic.

Chi Wen casually gave the old Taoist some mutton and a bag of milk wine, then drove him out of the tent and told him to get as far away as possible. If he dared to appear near their military camp again, he would be killed without mercy.

"If you don't listen to the old man's advice, you will suffer the consequences." The old Taoist priest drank the wine, shaking his head, and staggered out of the camp.

However, just as the old Taoist priest left the camp, another fat man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes appeared at the gate of the camp. This immediately made the two men impatient and they shouted at him to get out.

"You are blind, I am Yandan, the messenger of the Great Chanyu!!!" The fat man wiped the ashes off his face and yelled at the two guards.

"Master Yandan, why...how did you become like this?"

The two guards hurriedly supported Yan Dan and walked towards the camp.

"Don't mention these unlucky things. Take me to see the Great Chanyu. I have something important to report." Yanshan cursed, then pulled off the wine bag from one of the guards and drank it in big gulps.

When the two guards dragged Yandan into the Great Chanyu's tent, Wudun Chanyu became even more dissatisfied.

We just sent away an old madman, how come another beggar comes?

Just when he was about to get angry, one of the guards said, "Great Chanyu, this is not a beggar, this is Yandan who has returned."

"What!!!" Chanyu Wudun was shocked and took another closer look.

"Yandan, how did you get yourself into this state?" Wudun Chanyu frowned immediately when he saw Yandan, who was even more miserable than a beggar.

"This is a long story, let me eat something first." Yan Dan grabbed the mutton on the table and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

He was really starving these past two days.