Seeing Su Chuo's rare anger, Lu Pianpian stopped provoking her and said like a ghost:
"I hope brother is safe and sound."
Su Chuo was startled and asked secretly: "What did you just say? Say it again."
Lu Pianpian was silent for a moment, then repeated: "I said... I hope brother is safe and sound."
Su Chuo understood Lu Pianpian's words clearly this time, "I don't understand. He is my brother, but when did he become your brother? 伱..."
Lu Pianpian said: "Although this leader is not a child-loving person, he is also not a grass-roots person. I pretended to be Su Chuo for three years and called him brother for three years. It counts as three years with his brother and sister. Calling him brother is not too much.
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"How can I really be indifferent to him now that he is missing? This leader is a person with clear grudges."
Su Chuo couldn't help but feel strange when he heard Lu Pianpian's rare expression of emotion.
The sun really came out in the west.
"Oh, that's not right, Lu Pianpian, that's not right." Su Chuo said secretly.
Lu Pianpian said: "What's wrong?"
"The manor is so big, it's not a big deal to find a small forest for you to stay. The Naqin leader is very hospitable, especially to the monks and fellow Taoists."
Money four abacus.
Not a word was mentioned about what happened in Fengshan Mountain.
"This is the overall situation of Feng Shui that is determined by the terrain."
"And if you stay west of Chilong Pass, for at most three to five years, tigers may return from the mountains and dragons may enter the sea."
Qian Sibaanpan suddenly looked around, "Where are your sister and fellow Taoists Li and Su?"
Qian Sibapan walked up to the village building and saw the moldy card mats, dirty Pulu, broken horn windows, and the moth-eaten "Six Longevity Pictures" riddled with holes. He shook his head and said:
"Blame me! Brother Luo Dao lives in a herdsman's tent, which is not suitable!"
It was actually a ninth-grade monster.
Of course, Qian Sibaanpan was not without words. He used these words to tell Luo Ning that this was the territory of the Naqin family and not to offend the powerful Naqin family.
"Dear Sir." Murong Lingbei stood up and put his hand on his chest, "I dare not hide it from you."
"Aji-Loningla, Qian Sila is right, you, this distant guest, rise like Dawa (the moon) in the Naqin family's manor!"
When Su Chuo saw this scene, she couldn't say anything at all. She didn't understand the Xianbei language and could only be a confused listener.
He looked like a Tubo master, and behind him were a pair of Tibetan slave girls wearing angry lanterns.
"Brother Qian, come up here." After getting along for nearly two months, Luo Ning and Qian Sibaan have become friends.
The lobby is solemn and gorgeous. A Tibetan man with braided gold rings and a thick beard is sitting on a colorful card mat reading.
Ling Daozhu sensed that Tongyan Shaman was not acting.
"Ever since you set foot on the land of Tubo, I have been predicting bad luck for you."
Luo Ning didn't care, but he brought Su Chuo and others with him, so of course he wanted to live in a better place.
Luo Ning nodded, "When you are in the country, do as the Romans do, and guests do as they please. Brother Qian came to visit late at night, but what's the matter?"
The child-faced shaman said these words with a worried and solemn expression.
"My hometown in the East is not auspicious for you. If you return to the East within three years, there may be a bloody disaster."
"Well, maybe three years, maybe five years."
This young man's Xianbei dialect was like a boiling teapot, with strings of notes coming out, and he was as skilled as a Xianbei shepherd quarreling with his companions.
Lu Pianpian smiled secretly: "Hee. That's true, then I am the eldest sister, his second son, you... Su San."
Qian Sibaan said with a smile: "Although Naqin is just a tribal envoy (thousands of households), his uncle is Jiedu Xibian (supervisor of the army), and his father-in-law is a Qiluben (ten thousand households). So within a hundred miles, there are all
It is the territory of the Nachin family."
After entering, we entered the third courtyard, met dozens of male and female slaves along the way, and then entered a lobby where prayer wheels were turned.
Luo Ning said: "When I met acquaintances, I temporarily let them return eastward."
Luo Ning was a little speechless when he heard this. The leader of Naqin was just a small local nobleman, but he had a private territory of hundreds of miles!
This Tubo country is really a tribal alliance composed of noble lords.
"Look," Su Chuo said in a teasing tone, "my brother is twenty, and you are already twenty-six, which is six years older than my brother, but you still call him brother?"
This is Tubo, not Daxia.
"Okay." Luo Ning didn't want to see him at first, but when he arrived at someone else's territory, of course he couldn't do whatever he wanted.
Su Chuo: "..."
Luo Ning smiled bitterly and said: "Murong Lingbei, you don't have to blame yourself. The hexagrams are the most mysterious and the secrets of heaven are the most unpredictable. It's like you can't figure out where the leaves will fall."
Qian Sibaanpan was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions and said directly: "Headman Naqin wants to see you. He heard that Brother Luo Dao is an eighth-grade monk, so he wanted to invite you to come and talk."
"Keep looking, there is great hope. Only here is the easiest place to find it."
"Why should I stay in this ghost place for several years instead of returning to my hometown?"
Inside and outside the gate, standing like nails, were dozens of Tibetan warriors wearing armor and swords.
Murong Lingbei's eyes were full of tears, like a wronged little girl, and her voice as sweet as a lark also sounded a little tearful:
"Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you. You are the auspicious messenger who can relieve me of disasters. I must repay your protection with the gnosis of Bayan Shaman."
Luo Ning followed Qian Sibaan out of the village building, and walked for two miles through many twists and turns in the manor houses with towers and towers before arriving at a compound similar to a Pozhang (palace).
Suddenly, the child-like shaman who had been sitting in the corner said:
"Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you. The result of my divination is... when it is extremely dark, there will be light."
Finding Yang Shen Guo is not going well?
Murong Lingbei continued: "There is indeed what you are looking for hundreds of miles around here, but it will be difficult to find it for a while."
Luo Ning said a little angrily: "My childlike shaman, I trust you as much as I trust my own relatives. I know that you are using your hard work and gnosis to sincerely tell me the right direction."
Qian Sibao said: "You are from Xia, and you are an eighth-grade monk. Even if you don't perform the imitation dog ritual, the Naqin leader will not care."
Tongyan Shaman said: "It may not be possible to find it. The most auspicious direction is within five hundred miles to the southwest, which is the entire Xifan County."
It would be great if you could live in a relatively independent small Linka (Garden).
"Is this a sign of great prosperity? Although it is not auspicious in the short term, it will be very auspicious in the future."
Luo Ning opened the door and saw Qian Sibaan under the stone steps, who had changed into Tubo clothes, with a smile on his white and fat face.
"I want to help you change your place, to Linka where the distinguished guest lives."
The female slave holding the hada in her hand immediately stepped forward, came to Luo Ning, raised the hada above her head, and said in a humble tone:
Do you really want to stay in Tubo for several years?
"Is it the devil that has swallowed up my heart of returning home, preventing me from hearing the cries of my relatives far away?"
Throwing down the books, he stood up with a smile.
"Even if you go back, it will be difficult for you to find Luo Li, and you will only encounter a bloody disaster."
Just as he was talking about this, a familiar voice suddenly came from downstairs of the village: "Is Brother Luo Dao here? It's me."
A small Tubo lord can have such a big battle, which shows how the world situation in Tubo is.
"My Lingbei!" The master of the Luo family class heard this and felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion. "Your words are like a whip hitting my head!"
Murong Lingbei held a tortoise shell and looked a little pale, "Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you. You may have to stay in Tubo for several years."
"Then thank you Brother Qian. It's just that I'm not familiar with Naqin's family, so I don't expect to live well." Luo Ning asked Qian Sibaan to sit down.
When the monster saw Luo Ning, it was about to open its mouth to show off its power, but when it sensed Luo Ning's aura, it immediately turned into a yawn.
Next to him, there was a female slave standing quietly holding a snow-white hada.
The compound wall is several feet high, and a snow lion squats at the door, looking bloodthirsty and ferocious.
Seeing Luo Ning come in, he raised his head, looked around with bright eyes, and the Tubo language sounded cheerfully:
Qian Sibaanpan continued: "Almost all Tubo monks are nobles and monks. Mr. Naqin himself is also a perfect eighth-grade martial artist. There is also an elder in the family with a seventh-grade cultivation, plus five hundred private soldiers.
A powerful force."
Luo Ning still said something in advance.
"You want to return east as soon as possible, but my divination is that even if you want to go back, you won't be able to go back in the short term."
"But I must return east as soon as possible to find my sister, brother, and apprentice."
"However, I'm not used to the Tubo dog ceremony. Brother Qian, it's hard for me to follow the custom."
Hearing this, Luo Ning's smile became even bitterer.
Luo Ning asked: "Can we definitely find it?"
"Dear distinguished guest Aji Luoningla, please accept the hada from the Naqin family."
Luo Ning took the snow-white hada with both hands, and with Ling Daozhu running, he also answered in Tubo:
"Warm and distinguished host, Aji-Nachinla, I am like a lost shepherd who came to the tent that is as clean as clouds."
Naqin was startled. He didn't expect that the guest's Tubo language was so proficient, just like the Tubo people!
Seeing that Luo Ning had no intention of performing the dog ritual, the leader of Naqin didn't mind either. He clapped his hands together, pointed to the mat on the guest seat, and said:
"Aji-Loningla, please sit down!"
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