Su Chuo looked at the bright and quiet pond, his eyes becoming more and more blurred as the flowers fell on the water.

"Lu Pianpian." Su Chuo suddenly said secretly, "I think we should tell Brother Luo about the two souls of you and me."

The girl raised her head and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky.

"We must be like the white clouds and the birds in the sky, not like the mice in the night."

"I've been hiding it for three years, it's been so hard."

Lu Pianpian was silent.

Su Chuo continued: "You are already twenty-six years old. You are not a child. After all, you have also been a great leader. You must be somewhat considerate."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that after he knows the truth, he will vent his anger on me and destroy your soul?"

"You and I are fused soul by soul. If you were destroyed, I would not be able to survive. He would not destroy you even for me and his adopted brother's sister."

"I know Brother Luo. He won't do anything to you. You are not his enemy."

"It's better to speak frankly and tell the truth frankly than to hide it all the time. You and I are not tired."

Lu Pianpian suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that after he knows the truth, there will be no possibility between you and him? Then he will only stay away from this trouble."

Su Chuo sighed: "I don't want to hide it from him. If he doesn't care about me, it doesn't matter if he knows the truth. If he cares about me, I can't keep him in the dark."

"The matter of you and me uniting souls may bring him trouble. I don't want him to be defenseless."

"I would rather he stay away from me than fall into unknown danger."

Lu Pianpian was silent for a long time, "I don't know whether I should call you crazy or stubborn. That's all. I won't stop you anymore."

"Anyway, I've already smashed it, so I might as well break it."

………

Above the official level, Lao Jianji, who has become a ninth-grade monster, carries Luo Tianxia as if it were nothing, with his hooves relaxed and steady.

On the back of the cow, Luo Ning saw the serfs in the manor on both sides, serving highland barley, cattle and sheep under the scorching sun.

Sweat like rain.

The boy felt the scorching heat of June and couldn't help but think of the extremely cool ghost red sleeves.

The direction Gui'e teleports is to the south, and the south is Nanzhao.

Could she be in Nanzhao?

There are many ghosts and ghosts in Nanzhao, and there are even more ghost cultivators. She is afraid...

Luo Ning is going to the Naixue tribe five hundred miles away this time.

That is, the tribe from which he wants to become the tribe's envoy.

On the one hand, it’s to act in a few scenes, and on the other hand, it’s to see it in person.

I don’t know if Jin Yanshou, the tribal envoy of the Naixue tribe, will betray the Naqin family’s face. If he doesn’t let himself act, then he won’t be able to act.

Wherever Luo Jiaban went, the nearby Tibetan serfs bowed down one after another.

"Master thespian, Tashi Delek!"

The Xia serfs could only bow down and call him master thespian.

Luo Ning was thinking about the Naixue tribe, when suddenly the fox disciple Bai Yanyan beside him started to laugh.

"Master, look at that person's hair..."

Bai Yuanyuan was riding on a horse, pointing at a person not far away.

Luo Ning turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a horse jacket and a golden rat tail, riding a donkey, walking alone on the official road.

In this world, demons, ghosts, and thieves run rampant, and the countryside is especially unstable. This man is not a monk, but he walks alone and is very courageous.

Luo Ning could not have imagined that people with money rat tails and men wearing mandarin jackets could be found in Tubo!

What made Luo Ning even more speechless was that this person was none other than Fan Wencheng!

Before, Fan Wencheng had tied his hair with a silk scarf, looking like a scholar from the Great Xia Dynasty.

But after not seeing him for half a month, this person had already shaved his hair and became more comfortable with his clothes.

He looks exactly like a golden man.

Fan Wencheng's elegance was gone, replaced by an indescribable ugliness and barbarism.

But the problem is, this is under the jurisdiction of Tubo, the homeland of Daxia, not the Kingdom of Jin.

Of course Fan Wencheng did this because he wanted to please the Jin envoy.

Aji Alu and others couldn't help laughing together when they saw the bald-headed Fan Wencheng.

"What kind of hairstyle is this? It's so weird."

"Why are you so ugly? You are not from Tibet."

Luo Ning couldn't help but smile when he heard the discussion.

But when Fan Wencheng heard laughter again, he turned around without any shame and met Luo Ning's eyes that were looking at ugly people.

"It's the actor..." Fan Wencheng immediately recognized Luo Ning.

Although he was angry in his heart, he showed a submissive smile on his face, took the initiative to get off the donkey, cupped his hands and saluted:

"I have met the master thespian. I never thought that I could meet the master again here. How lucky I am."

Since he was in Tubo, he had to abide by Tubo's rules and could only respect the opera artist.

Otherwise, your death will be in vain.

Luo Ning teased condescendingly: "It turns out it's you, a scholar. You shaved your hair and changed into clothes. I really can't recognize you."

Fan Wencheng replied with an embarrassed look: "The good teacher knows that the weather is hot now, so it would be cool... uh, cool."

He said it was cool, but his face was dripping with sweat.

This is scary.

He was very afraid that Luo Ning would raise his hand and slap him, killing him.

How could he go to greet the Jin delegation if his life was gone?

Fortunately, the young actor only said one sentence and walked over directly.

Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief and simply followed Luo Jiaban at a short distance, which was safer.

Under the banner of Naqin Mansion, the Luo family marched along the official road and passed through many manors and territories. The journey was uneventful.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, we finally saw Naixue Canyon.

The Naixue tribe is a large tribe among the Xia people, covering an area of ​​400 miles.

There are four to five million people in this department, including herders, farmers, hunters, and miners.

The Tubo people abolished the counties, townships, and villages of the Xia people and replaced them with tribal systems. Then they turned the villages into farms, pastures, and mines.

The taxes paid by Xia serfs were twice that of Tubo serfs.

In addition, the Tubo taxes were heavy, so the Xia serfs of various tribes were starving to death and had no personal freedom.

The Naixue tribe is a basin between mountains and grasslands, relatively independent and closed.

It is surrounded by Fengzhi Mountain in the south, Cangqing Grassland in the north, and Cangyan River in the west. It is only entered by a canyon several miles wide in the east.

This is why You Yan recommends choosing the Naixue tribe.

Guarding the Naixue Canyon is an abandoned castle: Duanxia Castle.

The terrain of Naixue tribe is like a gourd, Naixue Canyon is the neck of the gourd, and Duanxia Fort is the stopper of the gourd.

Duanxia Fort was originally a garrison station for the Xia Army. After Xifan County was occupied by the Tibetans, the Xia Army Castle was abandoned.

From time to time, groups of pedestrians enter and leave the canyon, mostly businessmen.

Luo Jiaban passed directly through the abandoned castle and entered the Naixue Canyon. Before they had gone ten miles, they heard loud gongs and drums in front of them.

A voice came: "The tribe sent the master to travel, and the idle people stayed away!"

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred people came with support and playing musical instruments.

There were several carriages behind them, and I didn’t know who was inside.

A flag with the word "Jin" flying high, followed by a group of soldiers, and in the middle was a knight with gorgeous clothes and a commanding demeanor.

Luo Ning knew at one glance that this man was a seventh-level martial artist.

It must be Jin Yanshou, the tribe's envoy.

Haha, he is just an eighth-grade tribal envoy, but he is so majestic.

Pedestrians on the road retreated to the side of the road and saluted the team one by one. Many people did not dare to raise their heads.

Jin Yanshou is the envoy of the Naixue tribe. In the Naixue tribe, he covers the sky with one hand and takes life and death from everyone.

Luo Jiaban had no choice but to lean on the side of the road. But Luo Ning and others did not salute.
To be continued...