Su Chuo looked at Mingjing's pond water, and his eyes became more and more blurred as the flowers fell on the water.

"Lu Pianpian." Su Chuo suddenly said in secret, "I think I should tell the Luo brother about the relationship between you and me."

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

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

"It's been three years of concealment, it's so hard."

Lu Pianpian was silent.

Su Chuo continued: "You are already twenty-six years old, not a child. After all, you are a person who has been the leader of the great sect. You have to be a little bit of care."

"What are you afraid of? I am afraid that he will vent his anger for me and destroy your soul after he knows the truth?"

"You and my soul are blended together. If you are destroyed, I will not be able to survive. Even if he is for me and for his brother's sister, he will not be destroyed."

"I know the brother of the Luo family. He will not treat you as he is not his enemy."

"Opening the skylight and speaking with honest words is better than hiding it all the time. You and I are not tired."

Lu Pianpian suddenly said, "Are you afraid that after he knows the truth, there will be no possibility between you and him? Then he will only be far away from your 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 between you and I have a connection with the soul community will likely cause him trouble. I don't want him to be unprepared."

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

Lu Pianpian was silent for a long time, "I don't know if I should say you are crazy or stubborn. Forget it, I will no longer stop you in this matter."

"Anyway, I've already made a fuck, so I'd just throw it away."

………

Above the official road, the old sorrow who has become a ninth-grade monster, carries Luotian like nothing, and its hooves are relaxed and steady.

Luo Ning saw serfs in the manors on both sides on the cattle's back, serving barley and cattle and sheep under the scorching sun.

Sweat forward and rain.

The boy felt the scorching summer in June and couldn't help but think of the extremely cool ghost Hongxiu.

The direction of Gui'e's teleportation was in the south, and the south was Nanzhao.

Could she be in Nanzhao?

There are many ghosts in Nanzhao, and there are more ghost cultivators, she is afraid that...

Luo Ning went to Naixue Tribe five hundred miles away this time.

That is the tribe he wanted to seek the tribe's envoy.

On the one hand, I acted in a few scenes, and on the other hand, I went to see them myself.

I don’t know if Jin Yanshou, the tribe envoy of Naixue tribe, would sell the face of the Naqin family. If he didn’t let himself play, he wouldn’t be able to play it.

Wherever the Luo family went, Tubo serfs nearby bowed down one after another.

"Master of the opera, Zashidler!"

The Xia people serfs could only bow down and call him the master of the opera.

Luo Ning was thinking about the Naixue Tribe, when suddenly the fox disciple Bai Yuanyuan beside him sneered.

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

Bai Yuanyuan rode on the horse and pointed at a person not far away.

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

In this world, monsters and monsters and bandits are rampant, and the countryside is particularly uneasy. This person is not a monk, but he is alone and has great courage.

Luo Ning could not have imagined that in Tubo, people with rat tails and wearing jackets could still be found!

What made Luo Ning even more speechless was that this person was Fan Wencheng!

Before Fan Wencheng, he still had a hair and a silk scarf, and he looked like a scholar in Daxia.

But after not seeing each other for half a month, this person had already shaved his hair and changed his clothes.

It's completely dressed as a golden man.

Fan Wencheng's elegant aura disappeared, and replaced it with an indescribable ugly and barbaric nature.

But the problem is that this is under the jurisdiction of Tubo, and the former land of Daxia is not the Jin Kingdom.

Fan Wencheng acted like this, of course, because he wanted to please the Jin delegation.

Aji Alu and others couldn't help laughing together when they saw Fan Wencheng with a bald head.

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

"Why are you so ugly? You're not a Tubo."

Luo Ning couldn't help but listen to the discussion.

But Fan Wencheng heard the laughter again, turned his head with no shame and looked at Luo Ning's ugly eyes.

"It's that opera artist..." Fan Wenzhen recognized Luo Ning.

Although he was angry, he showed a decent smile on his face, and he took the initiative to roll off the lame donkey and bowed:

"The villain has met the opera master. I didn't expect that the villain could see the master again here, how lucky it is."

Since he is in Tubo, he must abide by the rules of Tubo and can only respect the actors.

Otherwise, death will be in vain.

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

Fan Wencheng replied with an awkward expression: "The good opera master knows that it is cooler if the air is hot today... uh, cooler."

He said it was cool, but his face was sweating profusely.

This is scary.

He was afraid that Luo Ning would take his life with a slap.

If your life is gone, how can you welcome the Jin delegation?

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

Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief and simply followed the Luo family team at a distance, which was safer.

Under the banner of Nachin Mansion, the Luo family patrols walked along the official road, passing through many manor territories, and the journey was peaceful.

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

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

The ministry has 400,000 or 500,000 people, in addition to herdsmen, farmers, hunters, and miners.

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

The taxes of the Xia serfs were twice that of the Tubo serfs.

In addition, the Tubo taxes were heavy, so the Xia serfs from various tribes could not starve to death and had no personal freedom.

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

The south is Fengshi Mountain, the north is Cangqing Grassland, and the west is Cangyan River. Only a canyon several miles wide enters the east.

This is also why Youai suggested choosing the Naixue Tribe.

The one guarding Naixue Canyon is an abandoned castle: Broken Gorge Fort.

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

Duanxia Fort was originally a place for the Xia army to station troops. After the Xifan County was occupied by Tubo, the Xia army castle was abandoned.

From time to time, a group of pedestrians enter and exit the canyon, mostly businessmen.

Luo Jiaban went directly through the abandoned castle and entered Naixue Canyon. Before he could walk ten miles, he heard the gongs and drums in front of him.

A voice came: "The tribe made the master go out for a trip, and the idle people avoided it!"

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred men came to play musical instruments by fighting.

There are several carriages behind, and I don’t know who is inside.

A flag with the character "Jin" flutters high, behind it is a group of soldiers, and in the middle is a knight with gorgeous clothes and a powerful temperament.

When Luo Ning saw it, he knew that this person was a seventh-grade martial artist.

It must be the tribe who led Jin Yanshou.

Haha, a mere eighth-grade tribe envoy is so powerful.

Pedestrians on the road retreated to the road and saluted to the team one by one, and many people did not dare to look up.

Jin Yanshou was the envoy of the Naixue Tribe, and he was in the Naixue Tribe who covered the sky with one hand and killed him.

The Luo family had to lean against the roadside, but Luo Ning and others did not salute.
To be continued...