"Brother Di, what happened?"

Zheng Xiu grabbed Ri Di and asked.

"Something strange happened." Ridi, who had just become the leader of the clan, didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but when he looked back, he saw that it was Boss Mo, his friend from the alien race. He could only stop and said with a wry smile: "I don't know what happened on the street this morning. There are too many

There are many crazy businessmen from the Western Regions. If ordinary businessmen are crazy, they will go crazy, but these Western Regions businessmen are all possessed of strange powers. They cry, laugh, beat and smash, causing chaos in the tribe."

Zheng Xiuping asked: "Does this mean we can't send them back?"

"Yes," Ridi shook his head helplessly: "We have to find some way to send them back. This trip will cost a lot of money."

"It doesn't matter, I'll come out."

Zheng Xiu took the initiative.

"Ah? Are you out? But..." Sun and Di were dumbfounded when they heard this.

Boss Mo is a businessman, how can he take the initiative to do business that is obviously a loss?

"It's okay. I have received a lot of care from your tribe over the years. The great elder has just left and I have finally established a foothold here. If you run into trouble, you should help me."

Zheng Xiu said as he followed Sun Di to an open space.

I saw a strong man with a long bow on his back, a spear in his hand, and a scorching sun battle pattern on his body, tying up the crazy merchants from the Western Regions tightly.

Sure enough, as Ri Di said, these businessmen from the Western Regions were all crazy. They were crying and laughing. Some people shouted "Mom" and some people exclaimed "Ghost, ghost!". The people from the Lie Sun tribe gathered around several times and pointed at the madmen.

Pointing.

While maintaining order in the sun and the earth, Zheng Xiu went back to the shop, took out a stack of gold leaves, and wrapped them carefully.

After giving the "travel expenses" to Sun and Di, Zheng Xiu gave a few instructions and returned to Mohe Xuanzhong.

in the store.

Xie Luohe, who was wearing a woman's bun, was lying on the counter, holding up a wooden board in boredom, patting left and right.

When Zheng Xiu entered the store and took a look, he couldn't help but laugh: "Madam, let alone people in the store, there isn't even a fly. If you continue to swat, with your strong hands, you won't accidentally drop the table."

Beat it to pieces."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Xie Luohe came over with Xiao Fengmiao in his arms, and whispered in Zheng Xiu's ear: "What on earth did you do last night?"

She didn't understand Zheng Xiu's operation.

Over the years, Zheng Xiu has been quietly cultivating his skills as a painter. In obscurity, Xie Luohe has retreated into the world for many years. She no longer knows how deep Zheng Xiu has gone.

Zheng Xiu saw that there was no one around. There was something going on in the city today, so he thought no one would come to drink. So he closed the door early and hung a sign at the door saying "The proprietor made a happy event".

"The human soul is divided into four parts: form, intention, luck, and direction."

Zheng Xiu raised four fingers.

Xie Luohe nodded, she naturally knew this.

"I painted a night, in which there are ghosts and monsters hidden. This 'scene' temporarily replaced the surroundings of our yard last night. When they broke in, they were eaten by the 'ghosts'."

Xie Luohe frowned slightly: "Eat?"

"I didn't eat them all." Zheng Xiu smiled: "'Ghost' is just a 'painting', not real. I used 'painting ghost' to absorb part of their human soul, that is, 'intention', and they became 'Ghost'"

"Frustrated people' will naturally go crazy."

He was talking about a terrible thing in an understatement.

However, Xie Luohe was unmoved. She didn't want Zheng Xiu to gradually penetrate deeper into the door, and sighed softly: "It's better to kill him, and it will be over."

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he snatched the board from his wife's hand and hit her on the head.

Unexpectedly, Xie Luohe covered her head and said nothing.

"What kind of behavior is it for a woman to yell, fight, and kill people all day long?"

Zheng Xiu reprimanded with a straight face.

"It's against you!"

Xie Luohe slapped the table, crossed the counter with a scissor kick, and locked Zheng Xiu between his legs.

"How dare you, bitch!"

"Why don't I dare?"

The two rolled under the counter and started fighting.

Beside, Xiao Feng Miao weakly covered her eyes with her paws.

She didn't know that Zheng Xiu had the same idea as hers, and Zheng Xiu didn't want Xie Luohe to go further into the door.

Ever since he glimpsed the murals on Sunset Mountain and saw the fate of the "Sun Chaser", Zheng Xiu vaguely realized that Menjing Qigong was not a risk-free way of practice.

The reason why Zheng Xiu was brave enough to go deep was, firstly, because he was used to it; secondly, he never forgot from the beginning to the end that his real path was as a "Prisoner", not as a "Painter".

Xiu thinks it's not a big problem.

There were no serious "side effects" on him, unlike Feng Bei and Xie Luohe, who gained strength but also came with a price.

After fighting for a while, the two of them were out of breath.

Xie Luohe bit a bunch of silk scarves in his mouth, smoothed his long hair behind his head with both hands, tied it tightly with one hand, and took off the silk scarf in his mouth with the other hand to tie up his hair.

The long ponytail flicked.

Xie Luohe's face was still red, and she asked curiously: "Then, is this all they do?"

After being educated and whipped by her husband under the counter, Xie Luohe became honest now.

Zheng Xiu picked up his trousers and tightened his belt. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "That's not true. When I go back tonight, I just need to burn the painting and let the 'soul' trapped in the painting escape. In a short time, I will return."

Go to the human soul and return to wholeness."

Xie Luohe nodded: "My husband is kind-hearted."

Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed: "I hope I can use this to scare the monkeys."

A few days passed so peacefully.

A group of troops from an unknown country came from the west and stopped outside the town of Richan.

The leading man is tall, nearly two meters tall. The person sitting under him is riding a camel with jet black hair. The camel is also covered with thick armor. The camel has a pair of dark red eyes, which looks restless under the man's crotch.

disturbed.

"Dulu! Agua, Urado!"

The tall man took off his helmet and shouted towards the town.

His voice sounded like a loud bell, far away, and spread throughout Richan Town. The pigs and sheep raised in the town were so frightened that they bumped against the fence in panic. The two camels raised by Zheng Xiu and his wife were also so frightened that they lay on the ground and vomited.

Foaming and shivering.

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

Behind the man, hundreds of soldiers wearing strange armors took out a strange weapon about four feet long and shaped like an iron fan from their waists, and neatly struck the round armor plates on their chests, letting out a thundering roar.

"Husband."

Xie Luohe, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, walked out with his sleeves rolled up and his hands wet, and he used his palms to wake up the man who was napping on the counter.

"I heard it."

Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy, and stretched.

"Then let's..."

Xie Luohe wiped his hands with a towel and showed a questioning look.

"wait."

Zheng Xiu stood up and persuaded all the innocent tea guests in Mohe Pavilion to leave.

Then, the door opened wide.

He placed a few dishes of side dishes on the table and two small wine glasses on the table, each filled with wine.

Outside town.

Troops from foreign lands are negotiating with the sun and the earth in dialects.

Although the Lieri tribe is not a soldier guarding the Daqian border, this place is their home. As the new chief of the tribe, Ridi will never allow anyone to get involved.

Since ancient times, the desert has been a natural barrier between the Central Plains and the Western Regions. No army has ever been able to cross the desert without a map.

The opening of the Green River Trade Road was already a matter of the previous dynasty.

Today, only the people of the Lieyang tribe and a few others know about the detailed Green River trade route.

Not long ago, a soldier from the Western Region pretended to be a merchant and entered the town to inquire about the Green River trade route, which aroused Zheng Xiu's vigilance.
To be continued...