The figure of Abbot Master suddenly appeared in a alleyway within the city, at the corner of this alleyway, there was a small wine tavern.

  The tavern was extremely simple, with only a few sets of worn and stained tables and chairs. The drinks provided were also the most common low-quality liquor in Xiongnu. At this time, it was not mealtime, and there was only one customer sitting in the small shop, pouring his own drink and enjoying himself.

  Abbot Master strode in and didn't mind the surrounding filth, sitting down on one of the chairs.

  The hotel owner was a man in his fifties, who, seeing that there were guests at the door, hastily put on a smiling face and came forward to ask: "What would you like to have?"

  Aoben Zongshi smiled amicably at the old man and replied in half-fluent Huns' language: "Whatever."

  The old man was taken aback but still nodded and went back to prepare the wine and dishes. At the same time, he muttered to himself that this place was small and shabby, and people with some status would not come here.

  Today's visitor is not only a guest from afar, but also has an extraordinary demeanor, it's just unknown why he would visit this small shop.

  In just a moment, the old man placed a bottle of wine and two small dishes in front of him.

  Abbot poured a cup, narrowed his eyes, and savored it carefully. From his expression, it seemed that he was not drinking inferior wine, but rather sipping nectar.

  The old man gave him a strange look, smiled slightly, and then left on his own. He still had to prepare some food and wine, as a group of laborers would be coming here at noon to fill their bellies for two small coins. If he didn't get ready ahead of time, it would definitely be chaotic again.

  After the old man left, the guest sitting in the corner stood up. This person's face was ordinary and unremarkable, except for his unusually large ears. He picked up the wine cup in front of him, sat down in front of Aubrey, casually plucked a peanut from the bowl and sent it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and said in Chinese: "Old brother's skills have made great progress, congratulations are in order."

  Abbot Hong smiled calmly and replied in Chinese, "It's just a coincidence."

  "That's a wonderful coincidence! Brother, your sentence has hit the nail on the head. If it weren't for this coincidence, how could we have gone further?"

  "Ao Ben Zong sighed and said, 'Tuo He Di younger brother, today I see you and realize that you have already reached this level. If not for my breakthrough yesterday, I wouldn't even dare to show my face to you.'"

  It turned out that this person was actually the number one master of Xiongnu, Tuhe Ti. If the boss knew that the two people chatting and drinking in his small shop were masters at the level of the gods, I wonder what he would think.

  One was a Roman and the other a Hun.

  These two countries had little contact with each other before, and they did not speak the same language. However, after many years of fighting against the Great Han, they had a certain understanding of their respective arch-enemy countries, which naturally included the Han language, so these two people actually used the Han language as a bridge for communication.

  "Alas, I've been forced to cultivate to this realm as well." Torre Hotti said with a bitter smile.

  Oben Shifu looked at him with a surprised gaze, and through that strange intuitive ability, he naturally knew that the other party was not deceiving himself, so he said: "Tell me in detail."

  Tuhe Di raised the wine jug and filled the cups in front of the two men with wine, saying: "My tribe has been at war with the Han Dynasty for generations. When I was young, Tuhe Di also went to battle many times and made many achievements. Until one day, he met that person."

  He took a sip of the wine in his cup, lost in memories of the past: "It's as if we had an appointment from our previous lives. He and I have clashed numerous times, each with victories and defeats, yet neither could ever gain the upper hand over the other. More than ten years ago, we both stepped into the realm of the masters almost simultaneously."

  Aoben Zong's heart moved, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "Have you two ever crossed hands before?"

  "Yes." Toru Hōdi let out a sigh, and a hint of a helpless smile appeared on his face: "Five years ago, we last clashed, with the same result - neither of us could land a fatal blow. After that battle, I suffered severe injuries, and it took almost a year to recover, but as luck would have it, this allowed me to further my studies in the martial arts."

  Auburn Master listened with admiration, no wonder Torre Hotti's age was more than ten years younger than him, but his achievements were even higher. It turned out that there was such a powerful opponent, which was not surprising at all.

  For people like them, having a worthy opponent is really a rare thing. Auben Master regretted it deeply, why didn't he have such good luck?

  "Who is this person? Among the Han people, there are also such heroes and great men, indeed not to be underestimated."

  Tuohuodi twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "The leader of the Demon Sect, Li Yanbo."

  "Li Yanbo..." Master Oubens' eyes sparkled as he deeply engraved the name in his mind, and suddenly a delighted smile appeared on his face. The topic shifted, and he said: "Younger brother, you really know how to indulge yourself, hiding alone here drinking wine, what are you thinking about?"

  Tuo He Di also laughed and said: "I knew you wouldn't be fooled."

  He looked up at the sky, with a nostalgic expression: "When I was young, I was very poor and lived in the small alley in front. At that time, my greatest wish was to be able to drink a mouthful of hot knife with a group of friends here every day."

  "What now?" asked Oben Sensei with a smile.

  "Now... this is also my greatest wish." Toru Hōdai said sincerely as he downed the rest of his drink.

  If it were someone else, perhaps they wouldn't understand what he's saying, but Auben deeply resonated with his words.

  When their status and position reach this point, every word and deed no longer belongs to themselves, but is closely related to the entire nation.

  Auburn often indulges in the fantasy of putting everything down and living at will, but he has long been carrying a heavy burden called the country, and unfortunately this burden is an irrefutable responsibility.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, each seeing appreciation and regret in the other's eyes. They simultaneously downed a cup of wine and burst out laughing.

  "What a pity." Auben shook his head and sighed, tossed down a silver ingot, and pushed the door to leave.

  Tuo He Di looked at his slightly desolate back and muttered to himself: "It's really a pity."

  It is said that when one's martial arts skills have reached a certain level, it is often difficult to find an opponent.

  Today the two met, originally a rare opportunity. However, they had too many concerns, although both had this heart, but ultimately still missed this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

  As Chiang Kung-ming said, once the two of them formally clashed, no matter what their purpose was or how the outcome would be, both Caesar and the Huns would form an unbreakable blood feud.

  Although they have long reached the extremely high realm of seeing through all things in the world, being able to see through does not mean being able to let go. They are still unable to put aside the various interests of their country and nation.

  Just as everyone knows that they will inevitably die one day, modern medicine can be a hundred times more advanced and still cannot allow people to live indefinitely.

  Everyone knows this truth, but no one will give up the right to survive because of it. They still work hard in this vast red dust to strive for a better quality of life and better living conditions.

  The two of them were extremely eager to put everything behind them and engage in a life-or-death battle with each other, in order to ascend to an even higher level of martial arts. However, the enormous cost of this approach was not something they were willing or able to bear.

  So Oben Master had to leave with regret, and Toru Hōdi also sighed endlessly.

  From start to finish, neither of them mentioned a single word about the affair between Modun Khan and Liu Ting. Auben was too proud to explain, while Torre had never believed it.

  Heroes understand each other at a glance; everything is in unspoken agreement.

  The Huns' imperial palace, in a small room, Modu and Khalami were sitting opposite each other. Their faces were calm, but occasionally, a faint anxiety and unease leaked from their eyes. In front of them, there was a white-faced scholar sitting on a chair, although he wore Hunnic attire, his facial features revealed that he was an authentic Han Chinese.

  A sudden rapid footsteps came in, their eyes simultaneously looked towards the door.

  A tall and majestic figure appeared in the house, he bowed to the two of them and said respectfully: "I have seen the Khan, Military Strategist."

  Modun waved his hand and said, "No need for more courtesy, has Tudor agreed to take action?"

  Modun was several years older than Touxieti, and as the king of the Xiongnu, he still spoke with extreme respect. This shows that the Xiongnu valued martial prowess far more than the Great Han.

  Kwak's face showed an extremely strange expression, he hesitated for a moment before saying: "Just now, Lee Cheuk came to the imperial palace and said that Tuo Huo Ti Zong Shi had already met with Au Ben Zong Shi."

  "What?" Mardon and Khalami clenched their fists involuntarily, the relationship between these two was crucial, Toa Hodi could not afford to lose, otherwise it would be a disastrous blow to the confidence of the Xiongnu people. Even the Han person on the side was moved by this.

  Kua Bu saw their appearance and knew they had misunderstood, so he hastily explained: "I heard from Li Zhi that the two masters did not fight, but instead drank together for a while before dispersing."

  Everyone in the room looked at each other in shock, no one could have expected such a result.

  "Li Zhi said that Tuohe Duzong Shi let him tell Ke Han, Ao Ben Zong Shi is not the one who robbed the king's wife." Kuabu Ying was shocked again.

  "Isn't it Auben? Then who else is it? How did Torhodi Zongshi know?" Mordred asked in confusion, asking one after another.

  Kua Bai Ku smiled bitterly and shook his head, how did he know about this matter again?

  "Khan, since Tuohe Dizong has proven that this matter is not the doing of Aben Dizong, why don't we just let bygones be bygones and continue with our plan?" The Han man visibly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and cupped his hands in respect.

  PS: Alas... I've pulled votes, strongly recommended after, the ratio of recommendations is seriously out of balance. The book from Old Heaven has always maintained a ratio of around 8:1 since its beginning, but now it's reached an unbearable 20:1, I'm too ashamed to show my face.