"Swoosh..."

A sound of breaking the wind sounded.

The southern natives exclaimed, and their whole body seemed to crawl on the ground.

On the night before, he had seen countless people approaching the caravan like him, nailed to the ground by such a sound.

It's useless to suffer the severe pain I expected.

Just as he was stunned, one foot appeared in his sight.

"I thought you were not afraid of death. So, do you know you were afraid?"

When the Nanzhao heard this, the people raised their heads.

What he saw was a handsome young man who seemed to have walked out of a painting.

‘This man is so beautiful. If he sells it to the city, it should be worth a lot of money, right?’

Thinking like this in my heart.

The wild man from Nanzhao swallowed his saliva and touched his waist with one hand.

"Um?"

Lan Li naturally saw the actions of the wild people in Nanzhao.

His brows frowned slightly.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"Vara Dividend...ha!"

It seemed that he was shocked by Lan Li's voice, and the wild man from Nanzhao suddenly accelerated his speed.

He flicked his hand.

A small cloth bag was thrown toward Ren Li's face.

The moment the cloth bag was taken off.

A successful smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were already passing through Lan Li, looking at the iron lumps behind him holding the "weird marbles" aimed at him.

‘Bang…’

A crisp sound rang out.

Before he could turn around, Renli's voice appeared in his ears again.

"What's in it is... centipede?"

Hearing the sound, he turned around suddenly.

See it.

It is a light shining at the end of his life...

The qi of the Nanzhao wild man was penetrated with his yang finger.

Lanli stepped back in small steps and avoided the bursting blood.

after.

After watching his body fall.

The big centipede that had just emerged from the cloth bag crawled into his mouth and nose along the body...

"It's so disgusting...but what's the use of this technique?"

Lanli's words have not yet fallen.

far away.

In the grass, seven or eight colorful savages suddenly popped up.

These savages waved messy cloth bags in their hands and rushed towards him with a strange cry.

"Um?"

Just as Lan Li was focusing on them, a gust of wind blew through the jungle in the distance.

Next second.

A blue light flashed all over Lanli.

Several sharp thorns as thick as hair fell to the ground...

"Can you still play fishing in troubled waters?"

Lanley blinked when she was attacked by someone.

His outstanding eyesight made him look at the figure flashing through the grass in the distance.

How far is it?

One hundred meters?

A finger was gently raised, and then the energy of the yang finger burst out.

‘Swoosh…’

Blessed by the strong true energy, this yang finger stepped nearly half a meter and hit one of the figure's arms.

After a snap.

Lanli frowned.

In his eyes, the man just rolled on the spot after he hit a yang finger.

Then he rolled and crawled into the depths of the jungle.

‘So... I use one yang finger now, and I only have a hundred meters of killing?’

‘If you want to keep your head accurate, this number will be reduced to seventy meters...’

Such thoughts flashed through my mind.

Looking at the savages who had already rushed within ten meters, Lan Li waved her hand.

Turning my head and hearing the sound of the bowstrings, I no longer paid attention to it.

Amid a scream, Renli returned to the carriage.

Dongfang Bai was leaning against the corner with his chest in his arms.

Seeing that he was back, he just asked with a plain expression:

"Do you understand?"

Lanli shook her head.

"Ha, it's your ability beyond their hunting range.

Innate, he is also a little master.

certainly.

If you continue to chase, the traps they set up in the jungle will be enough to kill you."

"I don't care about this."

"Um?"

"I just want to know why they live so miserably and are unwilling to work hard?"

"Work?"

Dongfang Bai blinked and said that he didn't understand.

"Farming, logging, raising livestock, mining, doing some small crafts, or some snacks..."

"Yes, why?"

When Dongfang Bai cooperated very well when he heard Lan Li say this, he looked curious.

Then, under Lan Li's gaze, he sneered:

"They are just a group of people without faith, without guidance from others, and no one will come to guide them!"

"Um?"

"Would you abandon your life in Xiangyang and go to this wasteland to educate the people?"

“……”

"You don't want to do it, why do you think there will be other people who are willing to come here to teach them at risk?"

"hiss....."

Hearing this, Lan Li couldn't help but hold her forehead.

"So, what these wild people need is not work or food.

What they need...is...saints?"

Lan Li was determined to talk about educators, but after thinking about it, he finally spit out the word "saint".

All right.

In this era of extreme lack of education.

Except for the saints.

He really couldn't have anyone else who could enlighten these wild savages in the wild land!

"No!"

Renley thought very well.

But who would have thought that Dongfang Baique said another word indifferently:

“What they need is not a saint who teaches them morality, but a God who suppresses everything with force!

You saints among the Song people may not live for three days when you come here.

But God can!

Learn to be in awe with bloodshed.

Forced them to work.

Use pain to make them know the beauty of life.

With death and reincarnation, they hope to become the best man in the next life!”

"If you want to be free from birth and become a superior person in the next life, you must listen to the words of 'God'?"

"That's right!"

"You're talking about turning them into slaves..."

"You can think so."

The carriage was still moving forward, and the conversation between the two did not end.

The more Dongfang Bai, who walked out of this forest, loved the life of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the more Lan Li, who came from the Southern Song Dynasty, hated the desolate 100,000 mountains of Nanzhao!

Perhaps it is because of the different educations received since childhood, which leads to a huge difference in the world view between the two.

Just like Lanley, she hopes to throw these people into factories, minerals, and farmlands to work.

Dongfang Bai hopes to arm these wild people and seize ready-made land, cities, population, and even people.

There was a big conflict between the two.

But there is one thing that is surprisingly similar.

"So, we all feel that these people are no longer saved..."

......

......

There is no large-scale popular education.

There is no need to use a knife to suppress the pressure of them to study.

Even if there are books in front of them, they are unwilling to study.

It was the Nanzhao Kingdom who invited 100 professors to farm from the Southern Song Dynasty.

After a few years, I guess there will be no more than three hundred people willing to go there.

This was the result of the force of the Nanzhao king under the pressure of powerful power.

And the grain and fruits planted by these farmers.

I am afraid that before I mature, I will be stolen by other savages!

The road to Nanzhao is easier to walk than what Lan Li thought.

There are many woods here.

But the mountains are all small hills with low slopes.

The carriage can be easily climbed up.

In this way, it took three days for Lan Li and his group to arrive at the capital of Nanzhao, Nanzhao City.

A small town.

In terms of the scale of the building in the Southern Song Dynasty, this "city" accumulated entirely from soil and rocks is the size of Muhe City at that time.

The population is only tens of thousands.

But it's pretty OK.

At least the pedestrians in Nanzhao City seem much more civilized than other savages.

The sour smell in the city also makes it even worse...

The wheels of the carriage crushed on the gravel road with a layer of sand and soil, attracting the attention of many Nanzhao people on the street.

Very curious.

Because they have not seen a caravan coming to Nanzhao for many years.

Especially the body of the Lan family guards, the armor that was flashing with a faint light in the sun, made these Nanzhao people look straight.

Some people have secretly pulled out daggers from behind.

What's more, he picked up stones stained with excrement from the ground and went far to the convoy.

Before entering the city, Lan Li thought that the procedures needed to enter and exit Nanzhao Kingdom.

But when he saw those soldiers guarding the city like militias in the Southern Song Dynasty, except for holding a wooden pole, they were robbed.

All the fantasies about Nanzhao Kingdom in my mind have been completely dispelled.

"Just like this, I will give you five hundred soldiers to destroy the country!!!"

Slap on the table.

Lan Li's face was full of anger!

Now, he may have learned that Ban Chao had the feeling of destroying the "dozens of countries in the Western Regions" with dozens of followers.

Can this kind of place be called a country?

Can there be a hundred and eighty people, dozens of knives, who can steal a mountain and build a copycat, and then you can claim to be the king?

Does Zixuan live in this place?

How can it be?

How can it be!

"Zuo Zhong! No matter what else!

With the shortest time! The shortest distance!

I want to see the Temple of the Virgin appear in front of me!

Now! Immediately! Now!!!”

Renli and Machezhong roared angryly.

All those who hear it can feel the anger in their son's heart.

Soldiers take obeying orders as their duty.

This was even more true for retainers in ancient times!

Just one sentence of the king being humiliated and the minister being killed can summarize everything!

Not to mention, the head of the family is angry because of the mistress...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Riding a horse and whip.

Zuo Zhong put down the long sword in his hand and rushed forward with a horse.

There is no obstacle ahead of the road.

Because these Nanzhao people suddenly saw a "sized" convoy entering the city, they had already flashed to both sides of the road.

The convoy passed by, bringing a large amount of dust.

This pleasure of riding a horse running wildly in the city made Zuo Zhong's eyes turn red!

"Get out of the way!!!"

With a bang.

The crazy horses hit several Nanzhao soldiers holding shields.

I saw a strong Mongolian horse raising its horse's hooves.

Next second.

Step down heavily!

boom!!!

Use cavalry to lead the way.

As the arrow of the cavalry, Zuo Zhong didn't hear clearly what the Nanzhao soldiers shouted.

He only knew that the anger accumulated by his son along the way needed a catharsis.

And now.

The best way to vent is to face the city full of sin!

The weakest cavalry with sixty cavalry, the weakest can serve as the commander of the tenth men in the Beiwei Army.

At this time, a group of cavalrymen were invincible in Nanzhao City!

fine.

These cavalry still remembered in their minds that the purpose of coming to Nanzhao this time was to steal the bride rather than massacre the city.

If not.

Maybe there will be an extra "enclave" in the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty!

With cavalry leading the way, more than a dozen carriages were running very quickly.

It was like a bull, driving to the center of the city at the fastest speed, in front of a rather 'sanctified' building.

"Rumbling, rumble."

A thunderous sound rang out from above the building.

Zuo Zhong looked up and saw a feeling of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Damn it, it actually causes thunder?"

"Vara is proud?"

Above the oval building.

A middle-aged man wearing silk and a crown, under the escort of more than a dozen guards, shouted angryly at Zuo Zhong.

"Ha, your mother's shit! Tell me that the Temple of the Virgin is there!"

While speaking, Zuo Zhong had already raised his left hand.

On it.

The iron-arm crossbow filled with six crossbow arrows emitted a faint cold light.

The originally angry expression froze on the face of the middle-aged man wearing a crown above the building.

Then, he asked tentatively:

"Cold...cold people?"

"nonsense!"

The bowstring was tense, and Zuo Zhong yelled with a grin:

"Give you another chance to say something, either answer me or die!!!"

......

......

Zuo Zhong made a lot of noise.

Lan Li, who was staying in the carriage, could not have been unaware of it.

But at this time.

Under Dongfang Bai's gaze, Lan Li was facing a mirror and tidying up her hair...

"Don't you care?"

"What do you care about? Let him do it!"

"Aren't you afraid of that saint of the generation?"

"Scared! I'm dying!"

"Then you still..."

While speaking, Dongfang Bai pointed out the window, with a constipated expression on his face.

"What about that?"

Putting down the mirror in his hand, Renli turned to look at her:

"I'm afraid she's going to die, but I'm afraid she's stopping Zixuan and me."

"If you do this, she won't stop it?"

Dongfang Bai looked stunned, feeling that he couldn't understand Lan Li's brain circuit.

"I want to make a gesture,"

"What posture?"

"A fierce gesture!"

"?"

"I want her to know that if she doesn't return Zixuan to me, then this Nanzhao City, including the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, will have no need to exist."

After saying the above words in a plain tone, Lan Li's heart kept beating.

He knew he had done something wrong.

But there is nothing to do.

He doesn't plan to change anything either!

After seeing what the "Nanzhao Kingdom" is, Lan Li no longer intends to let Zixuan come back to "visit her relatives" in her life!

Zixuan is the saint of Nanzhao.

How should Lan Li abandon Nanzhao?

Or, in the days to come, every few days, they will be disturbed by people from Nanzhao who are asking for money, food, and weapons.

After agreeing, Renli was frustrated.

If he doesn't agree, Zixuan will probably cry.

That's the case.

There was an argument with Zixuan in the future.

It would be better to block her mouth with the toughest posture at the beginning!

His eyes passed through the window and looked at the King of Nanzhao who was still defending Zuo Zhong outside.

After Lan Li's eyes dimmed for a moment, they became brighter again.
Chapter completed!