The wooden wheels crushed the bumpy official road, making a messy sound, accompanied by the gurgling water not far away, giving the feeling of tranquility that urban people in that world rarely enjoyed.

When he first arrived, Luo Chuan was actually a little happy.

Because there are really gods in this world.

Not to mention the nine realms in the legend, but only saying that you can fly with your sword by entering the fourth realm by practicing Taoism. In Luochuan's previous life, he was already an incredible immortal style.

Not to mention that there are extremely mysterious things in this world that transform into demons. There are the remains of dragon, phoenix, nine holy veins on it and cordyceps under it to become spirits. It is really bizarre and it seems like a mountain and sea scripture that is alive. It is hard to describe it even if it is exhausted by his imagination.

But when he read Luochuan's understanding of the world in this life in a daze, he understood the various things in this world from a more three-dimensional level, such as those desperate, sad, sad, and helpless, and even numb and indifferent, but as if the strong are so prejudiced...

After all, being reincarnated into this world is a life-threatening Russian roulette game.

A very small number of lucky people fall into wealthy families and enjoy the power and status that they can enjoy beyond Luo Chuan’s imagination. It is the extremely cruel class interests that are difficult to summarize in the four words "life and death".

Most of the people who fall into ordinary families can live by struggling hard to make their family live by living a life of life, even if they are blessed, there is no way to talk about dignity and freedom, let alone so many characters who have to struggle on the line of life and death when they live. Once God has no food for a while, it is a great blessing to have the opportunity to become a slave. Otherwise, if begging for life and becoming a refugee, life and death will be entirely up to God's will.

This does not include the Four Barbarians who even Luochuan in this world don’t understand. I just saw some records from some ancient books, which basically describe the monsters as respected and raising human races. The better ones can live humbly as slaves and maids, and the worse ones can even become blood food. That world is much more vicious and cruel than the hell that Luochuan knew in his previous life...

Even though he still felt that the legend of Zhongzhou's records and legends about the matter of the Four Barbarians would be very damn, but it was probably not a fiction. He only looked at Zhongzhou's Dading as a human kingdom, and often treated the cruelty of his kind as a slave age on earth, and knew how vicious the situation that people or monsters with the power of heaven and earth could cause in this world would be.

Luo Chuan of this world has never been out again when he entered the capital at the age of three. His understanding of this world is based on books and the stories mentioned by the old coachman Jiang Bo. His body is imprisoned in this big city, but his thoughts fly over the city wall countless times...

Luo Chuan thought with some regret that it would be great if Luo Chuan walked out of the city in a carriage.

He opened his eyes and looked at the car window. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze. The sunlight outside the window fell into the carriage, covering the cold autumn with a layer of warm color.

"I heard that the northwest Wuzhou is in a high terrain, with the vast and majestic imagery. It has both the towering Kunlun and the blessed land, and the Nujiang and Wei River have come from here. The land is fertile and beneficial to agriculture and animal husbandry. The people are unparalleled in warriors," Luo Chuan's eyes shifted from the curtains of the carriage to the little beggar who always stayed in a corner of the carriage and bowed his head without saying a word. His eyes were filled with smiles, "No matter how you look at it, it is a prosperous scene in the world's number one state. Am I right?"

The silent little beggar who was originally silently huddled in the corner and shivered when he heard this. He looked up at Luochuan quickly. The emotions in his eyes seemed to be frightened and clear. He looked at him for a moment and then lowered again. "The six counties of Wuzhou are many mountains and valleys. Although they are the birthplace of two major rivers, the water veins are not rich. The only ones that can be considered fertile in the land are probably close to Jingzhou and Qingjun in Hanzhou. It is impossible to compare with the rich Jiangzhou," the little beggar paused and shook his head slightly. "The people are so tough, but the land is vast and the population is difficult to make a climate. There is no way to talk about the world's number one state..."

The one who spoke was a very gentle and moving female voice!

The beautiful woman who was reading quietly seemed not surprised, and she didn't raise her head as if she didn't hear the conversation between the two, or was not interested at all.

The heroic woman on the other side opened her mouth and stared at the little beggar with beautiful eyes, looking up and down. She couldn't figure out how the thin beggar in front of her, who was dressed in rags and covered in mud, could speak such elegant and elegant words, and could also calmly answer in front of her son, especially the female voice... Her eyes gradually moved to the little beggar's curled chest, and there was no clue.

Luo Chuan smiled and continued to ask, "Do you know me, and you also know the son of the prefect of the Ling County Prefect of Wuzhou who was almost assassinated outside Sanguan?"

"I met the young master of the Lingjun Prefect's family, but I didn't know you," the little beggar slowly looked up, his eyes intersected with Luo Chuan again, no longer had the previous complicated emotions, calm and gentle, "I just saw the extraordinaryness of this Jiang Bo. Come and try it, but unexpectedly... I was recognized by the young master."

Luo Chuan looked at the face of the little beggar in front of him for the first time. Although it was dirty, he could still see the contour curves were delicate and full. Coupled with the black and white eyes, it was clear and flawless. "This is just our fate," he smiled and continued to look at the strands of sunlight leaking from the curtains of the car windows. "We will cross the Han River south, pass through Huaicheng in Hanoi County, go west to Jincheng in Guangjun, and then go south through Yongchang County to Lijun. If your people cannot find and take you away before we reach Jincheng, you have to find a way for the rest of the way."

The little beggar nodded and stared at Luo Chuan's side face calmly, and said softly, "You know me."

Luo Chuan shook his head, "I don't know, but it's not difficult to guess," he seemed to have some admiration in his tone, "When I was still young, I heard that the prefect of Jincheng County, Northwest, is a hero with iron and tenderness. When Nushui and Xiyi fought against the Western Yi, the city was broken and the mountains collapsed and the rivers turned red, and never gave up in an inch of land. After this battle, there was no war in the pass for twenty years. It was such a peerless hero who only married one person in his life. His beloved wife died early and never married for life, leaving only one daughter... I originally thought that a golden branch like you should have returned to Jincheng safely a while ago, but I didn't expect that he would have such a fate, which is surprising."

He said surprise, but there was no sign of surprise on his face.

"Please get in the car. The young master's originally flat return journey... I'm afraid it will be uneven," the little beggar lowered his head and murmured, "It turns out that I don't know..."

"I am both a worldly person, why do you have to know each other when we meet..." Luo Chuan suddenly sighed, "I have heard more than once in the capital saying that the hosts will be in chaos when they return to their hometowns. I am not a person who has read a lot of books, but I also think that if a few hosts can cause chaos just by just a few hosts back to their hometowns, is it because this world is too fragile, or is it that everyone in the world is too stupid?"

He turned his head and looked out the car window.

There, a strong wind had already blown the curtain high.

And outside the window the sky.

The beautiful woman who left the carriage was falling down at some point, her white clothes were as white as snow, like a fairy in the dust.

Above her head, there was a blood-colored claw shadow as huge as an umbrella.

As light as fireworks...
Chapter completed!