Chapter 73 Nachin's Head

Seeing that Su Chuo was angry at all, Lu Pianpian no longer continued to stimulate her, but said as if he was a ghost and god:

"I hope Brother Ah is safe."

Su Chuo was stunned and asked inwardly: "What did you say just now? Say it again."

Lu Pianpian was silent for a moment and repeated again: "I said... I hope Brother Ah is safe."

This time, Su Chuo felt Lu Pianpian's words clearly, "I wonder. He is my brother, but when did he become your brother?..."

Lu Pianpian said, "Although this leader is not a love for children, he is not a plant or a tree. I pretended to be Su Chuo for three years and called him brother for three years, which is also considered to be his brother and sister for three years. Isn't it too much to call him brother?"

"I am really indifferent to him now? This leader is a person with clear grudges."

When Su Chuo heard Lu Pianpian's rare feelings, he couldn't help but feel strange.

The sun really hit the west.

"Oh, it's not right, Lu Pianpian, it's not right." Su Chuo said intimately.

Lu Pianpian said, "What's wrong?"

"The manor is so big, it is not a big deal to find a little Lin to get stuck in it. The head of Naqin is still hospitable, especially to monks and fellow Taoists."

The money four abacus.

The matters in Fengshi Mountain are not mentioned at all.

"This is the overall Feng Shui situation that uses the terrain to determine the change of hexagrams."

"And if you stay west of Chilong Pass, at most three or five years, you may be the tiger returning to the mountain and the dragon entering the sea."

Qian Si suddenly looked around, "Where are the two fellow Taoists Ling Mei, Li and Su?"

Qian Siyuan walked up to the village building and saw moldy cushions, dirty slumbers, broken horn windows, and the "Six Longevity Picture" full of holes that were crippled by insects. He shook his head and said:

"Blame me! Brother Luo Dao lives in the same tent as the herdsmen's, and it's not suitable!"

It turned out to be a ninth-grade monster.

Of course, Qian Si's abacus didn't have anything to say. He used this to tell Luo Ning that this is the territory of the Nachin family, so don't offend the powerful Nachin family.

"Dear sir." Murong Lingbei stood up and stroked his chest with his hands, "I dare not hide it from you."

"Aji Luoningla, Qian Sila is right. Your distant guest rises up in the manor of Nachin's family like Dava (the moon)!"

When Su Chuo saw this scene, he couldn't even get into it. She didn't understand Xianbei language and could only be a confused listener.

He looked like a Tubo master, and behind him was a pair of Tubo female slaves who were angry with the wind lamp.

"Brother Qian, come up." After spending two months together, Luo Ning and Qian Si are friends.

The lobby was solemn and gorgeous, with a Tubo man with golden hair and thick beard sitting on a colorful card mat reading.

Ling Daozhu sensed that the child-faced shaman was not acting.

"Since you set foot on the land of Tubo, I have been divining you the good and bad luck."

Luo Ning didn't care, but she still brought Su Chuo and others, so of course she wanted to live a better place.

Luo Ning nodded, "As for the customs of the countryside, the guest will follow the host. Brother Qian came to visit at night, but is there anything wrong?"

The baby-faced shaman said these words with a worried look and solemn expression.

"For you, the hometown of the East is not bad. If you return to the East within three years, you may suffer a bloody disaster."

"Well, maybe three years, maybe five years."

The young man's Xianbei language seemed to be a teapot, and a string of notes appeared, skillfully as if he was a Xianbei shepherd who was quarreling with his companions.

Lu Pianpian smiled secretly: "Hehe. That's true, then I am the eldest sister, his second brother, you... Su San."

Qian Si smiled and said, "Don't look at Naqin as a tribal envoy (thousand households), but his uncle is a Jiedushi (supervisor) and his father-in-law is a Qiluben (ten thousand households). So this area of ​​a hundred miles is all the territory of the Naqin family."

After entering the door, I entered the courtyard three times and met dozens of male and female servants along the way before entering a lobby with prayer drums.

Luo Ning said: "I met an acquaintance and let them go back to the east temporarily."

Luo Ning was a little speechless when he heard this. The head of Naqin was just a small local nobleman, but he had a private leader of a hundred miles!

This Tubo Kingdom is really a tribal alliance composed of noble lords.

"Look," Su Chuo teased in a tone, "My brother is twenty, you are twenty-six, six years older than me, but you also call him brother?"

This is Tubo, not Daxia.

"Okay." Luo Ning was not there at first, but when he arrived at someone else's territory, he certainly could not do whatever he wanted.

Su Chuo: "..."

Luo Ning smiled bitterly and said, "Murong Lingbei, you don't have to blame yourself. The hexagram is the most mysterious and the secret is the most difficult to predict, just like you can't figure out where the leaves fall."

Qian Si was puzzled by the abacus, but he didn't ask much, and said directly: "The head of Naqin wants to see you. He heard that Brother Luo is an eighth-grade monk, so he wanted to ask you to come and talk."

"Continue to search, I have a lot of hope. Only here is the easiest to find."

"Why should I stay in this ghost place for several years without returning to my hometown?"

Inside and outside the gate, dozens of Tubo armored soldiers wearing strong and holding sharp edges stood like nails.

Murong Lingbei was crying in her eyes, as if she was aggrieved little girl, and her sweet voice as sweet as a lark was also a little crying:

"Dear lord, I dare not hide it from you. You are the auspicious messenger who can relieve me of disaster. I must repay your protection with the spiritual knowledge of Bayan Shaman."

Luo Ning followed Qian Si to the village building, and walked a long way to a courtyard similar to Pozhang (palace).

Suddenly, the baby-faced shaman who had been sitting in the corner said:

"Dear sir, I dare not hide it from you. The result of my divination is that... when it gets so dark, there will be light."

It is not going well to find the Yang Shen Fruit?

Murong Lingbei continued: "There are indeed what you are looking for hundreds of miles nearby, but it will be difficult to find it in a short while."

Luo Ning said a little annoyed: "My baby-faced shaman, I trust you as much as my relatives. I know you are using your hard work and spiritual knowledge to tell me the right direction sincerely."

Qian Si Abacus said: "You are a Xia person, and you are an eighth-grade monk. Even if you don't perform the dog ceremony, Naqin's head man won't care."

The Tongyan Shaman said, "It may not be possible to find it. The most auspicious direction is within 500 miles southwest, which is the entire Xifan County."

It would be great if you could live in a relatively independent Little Linka (garden).

"Which hexagram is not auspicious in the short term, but it will be very auspicious in the future."

Luo Ning pushed open the door and saw Qian Sipan changing into Tubo clothes under the stone steps, with a smile on his white and fat face.

"I want to help you change a place and change to Linka where your distinguished guest lives."

The female slave holding Hada immediately stepped forward, came to Luo Ning, held Hada high and said in a humble tone:

Do you really want to stay in Tubo for several years?

"Is it the devil who devoured my heart to return home that made me unable to hear the cry of my relatives from afar?"

While 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 the downstairs of the village: "Brother Luo is here? It's me."

A small Tubo lord had such a large formation, which shows how the Tubo world is.

"My spirit beetle!" The owner of the Luo family class seemed to have been bitten by a scorpion when he heard this, "Your words were like a whip sucking on my head!"

Murong Lingbei held a tortoise shell in his hand, his face was a little pale, "Dear sir, I dare not hide it from you. You may have to stay in Tubo for several years."

"Then I thank Brother Qian. But I am not familiar with Naqin's family and I don't expect to live well." Luo Ning asked Qian Si to sit down.

When the monster saw Luo Ning, he was about to open his bloody mouth and show his might, but when he sensed Luo Ning's momentum, he immediately turned into yawning.

Beside him, there was still a female slave holding a snow-white Hada in her hand.

The courtyard wall is several feet high, and a snow lion squatted at the door, with bloodthirsty and cruelty.

Seeing Luo Ning come in, he raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes, and Tubo language sounded cheerfully:

Qian Si continued: "Almost all Tubo monks are nobles and monks. Master Naqin himself is also a perfect martial arts practitioner with the eighth grade. There is also an elder with a seventh grade cultivation level in the family. With five hundred private soldiers, he can be considered a 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, it will not be possible to go back in the short term."

"But I must return as soon as possible and find my sister, brother, and apprentice."

"However, I'm not used to the Tubo dog-like ceremony. Brother Qian, it's hard for me to follow the customs."

Luo Ning's smile became even bitter when she heard this.

Luo Ning asked: "Can you find it?"

"Dear guest Aji Loningra, please accept Hada from the Nachin family."

Luo Ning took the snow-white Hada with both hands, and the Lingdaozhu was running, and replied in Tubo:

"The passionate and noble master, Aji Natchila, I came to the clean tent like a lost shepherd."

Naqin was stunned. He didn't expect that his guests' Tubo language was so skillful, just like the Tubo people!

Seeing that Luo Ning had no intention of performing the dog ceremony, Naqin's head man didn't mind. He slapped his hands together, pointed at the card pad on the guest seat, and said:

"Aji-Loninla, please sit down!"

PS: Someone pretends to be my pseudonym and cheats money in some QQ groups. Don’t be fooled. Crab.

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