Daxia Lingxian

Chapter 92
With a ferocious shout, even Xia Chan, who was neighing endlessly on the vine, suddenly fell silent like a cicada.

A group of serfs knelt down with ashen faces, coughing without a sound.

Then a man in Chinese clothes with broom eyebrows appeared with a group of strong men.

This man was completely dressed like a Tubo leader, and he was holding a bloody whip, walking towards the serfs with a fierce face.

A group of men with knives behind him are also tall, strong, strong and burly.

Not far away, Luo Ning took a look and found that this person was a rank nine martial artist.

"Crack!" A whip cracked, and at the same time a serf screamed, clutching his wrist in pain.

Ninth-rank monks are as powerful as a tiger, and the owner of the village whipped down the whip, and immediately forcibly knocked the serf's left hand away.

The wrist that lost the palm was bleeding wildly.

The serf fainted from the pain.

"Things that don't know how to live or die!" Zhuang Zhuang shouted violently, "If Lingpu is dead, you don't want to live!"

The serfs kneeling on the ground trembled one by one, with their heads on the ground, their hands on the ground, and sobbing.

This is also a gift for dogs, which is used when pleading guilty.

From landowners to serfs, they were Xia people decades ago, but now they are more and more like Tubo people.

Every time something ominous happened in the village, the owner of the village would look for a scapegoat, and I don't know how many people died.

This time, every household could not escape.

Thinking of this, many serfs felt cold in their hearts.

"If Lingpu dies..."

The old man, who was getting old, remembered his boyhood again.

When they were young, this place was still the territory of Daxia, and they were still the people of Daxia.

Although officials and gentry in Daxia are also savages, at least they still have freedom to speak of, they are not pigs, horses, cattle and sheep.

Relatively speaking, the days in Daxia are better.

But now... it's difficult.

The owner took off a sleeve like a Tibetan, and continued:

"Just say a few more words today, or you will really go against the sky."

"Many women don't want to have children, because they are afraid that they will continue to be serfs after giving birth. Many men would rather die than marry a wife and have children, because they are afraid that their children and grandchildren will continue to suffer."

"Is it? Many people's minds, but my heart is clear."

"Hey, in a manor with tens of thousands of people, the number of babies born this year is less than a fucking hundred!"

"I'm blind!"

"Women who don't have children, I will hand them over to Lord Jin, who will tie them up and give them to the Buddha in Yanshi Temple!"

The Yanshi Temple is extremely intimidating among women. When the owner said this, the young women present trembled like frightened quails.

The owner of the villa held a bloody whip, stared at the crowd on the ground with a pair of cold eyes, and his tone became more and more hostile.

"For a man who doesn't marry a wife and have children, I will cut off his lifeblood and make him an eunuch! Anyway, it's useless to keep it!"

"I tell you, this is your fate, not only you have to bear it, you have to bear it for generations to come, your children and grandchildren!!"

"Understand?"

"Why? The Buddhas have said that it's because you committed too many sins in your previous life and created karma, so you have to pay back like cattle and horses in this life."

"If you want to blame, blame yourself for the crimes you did in your previous life..."

"If this spirit grape doesn't bear fruit, it's your karma. It's your sin, and you offended the God of Agriculture."

Looking at this scene, Luo Ning narrowed Danfeng's eyes slightly, and even the apprentice Bai Yuanyuan beside him felt the master's anger.

Master hates this villa owner very much.

The majestic owner of the village was talking vigorously when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head to see Luo Ning, his expression was startled, and then his face changed, his stern expression immediately turned into a stiff smile.

Luo Ning's gloomy expression also instantly became as pale as a white cloud.

"Master Drama Master!" The owner stepped forward to salute, and said respectfully in Xia language:

"I'm Chen Huigen, whose Tubo name is Nima Wangdui, and is the owner of the village."

"It's an honor to meet you today."

There is no way, Luo Ning is a seventh-rank monk, two realms higher than him, how dare he be disrespectful?
It was his master, Jin Yanshou, who was at the seventh rank.

For a young man to be a seventh-rank cultivator, he must have a background, and his aptitude must be excellent.

He didn't even dare to ask Luo Ning's name.

Luo Ning was very disdainful of this kind of bullying, rich and unkind person, but he was too lazy to argue with this kind of person.

Nima means the sun, which is an auspicious and good name.But use it on this kind of person...

He took out the play certificate, "Nimma, I'm going to perform a tour here, playing the role of the god of agriculture, please take care of your soul."

"Your tribal envoy, you have already met me. He doesn't have time to accompany him. He is going to see the Buddhas in Yanshi Temple."

Luo Ning played the role of the god of agriculture, although it was to earn power, but it was also for the sake of these serfs.

"Oh!" Chen Huigen became even more respectful when he heard that Luo Ning had met Lord Jin on the road.

"It turned out to be Master Luo!" Chen Huigen returned the play certificate with both hands, "Master Luo condescended to come to this village for a tour. It's really a good fortune in my next life!"

Chen Huigen was surprised and delighted, how could he refuse?
Tubo opera masters mostly play gods to invite gods, but they can only invite one or two shadows of gods in their lifetime.It's not that there are no actors who can invite the shadow of the god of agriculture, but the number is too small, at least he will definitely not be able to invite them.

This Luo actor even offered to play the God of Agriculture, at least he can give it a try!
If he could really invite a shadow of the God of Agriculture to help him, then his Spiritual Grape Garden would be saved.

"Come here quickly and kneel down to salute!" Chen Huigen shouted to a group of serfs, "This is the master opera master from Naqin Mansion, Master Luo!"

When a large group of serfs heard the words, they immediately rushed over with a huh-la-la, knelt down again, put their hands on the ground, barked twice, and then said in unison:

"Humble Tianzhong people, pay homage to the noble Lord Luo!"

Although he still speaks Xia language, the manners and etiquette of his actions are all Tubo-like.

In order to curry favor with the Tibetan aristocrats, the upper echelons of the tribe took the initiative to cooperate with the assimilation of the Tibetans, and also forced the serfs to be converted into the Tibetans.

Small-headed people like Chen Huigen all have a Tibetan name.

"Excuse me!" Luo Ning frowned slightly, "You surrounded me, making me feel even hotter."

"It's gone! Get out!" Chen Huigen shouted, really coming and going as soon as he was called.

"Wait." Luo Ning pointed to the serf whose left hand was blown away, "That serf has already fainted, and he might lose blood to death."

"Fewer serfs means less labor."

Chen Huigen understood, and immediately ordered:
"Lord Luo is kind, and a bodhisattva has a heart. You should bandage him up, and don't let him die, which will ruin Master Luo's auspiciousness."

The little fox girl Bai Yuanyuan already knew that Master would do this, so she jumped off the horse and came to the serf.

"Let me do it." The little fox girl squatted down, took out a bottle of elixir, and rubbed it on the serf's severed limb.

When Chen Huigen saw that Luo Ning was also carrying a beautiful demon cultivator, he immediately thought that Luo Ning had an extraordinary background.

"Master Luo, please enter the humble house to rest." Chen Huigen said, "I will do my best as a landlord, and then invite Master Luo to act on the stage."

Although Luo Ning wanted to crush the cruel owner to death, his expression was very calm.

"It's up to the host." Luo Ning nodded, "It won't be too late to perform tomorrow."

"In order to show our sincerity to the God of Agriculture, all serfs will stop work tomorrow to watch the theater."

Chen Huigen said: "Just according to Master Luo's words."

Luo's class followed Chen Huigen into the owner's compound, but saw the pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions and flower corridors inside, which were really magnificent.

A small landowner lived in such a deep house and compound, which shows how ruthless the oppression of serfs was.

Not only that, Luo Ning found that there were hundreds of servants serving in the owner's mansion.

When they saw the host and the guests, they all paid respects, very humble.

"Master Nima, I usually like to be clean, so I don't need banquets, just find a quiet place." Luo Ning didn't intend to play tricks on Chen Huigen at all.

Relying on the seventh-rank cultivation base and the momentum of the Naqin Mansion, he didn't have to give Chen Huigen any face.

"The meaning of Master Sui Luo is that there is nothing I can't do."

Chen Huigen was as ferocious as a tiger in front of the serfs, but in front of Luo Ning, he was like a hospitable host.

Chen Huigen led Luo Ning to a monastery, and personally sent Luo Ning to enter.

At dusk, I personally delivered the exquisite eight treasures of mountains and rivers.

Accompanying them were two thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls.

"Master Luo." Chen Huigen said with a smile, "If Master Luo doesn't give up, I really want to make friends with Master Luo."

Pointing at the two girls, he said in a very natural tone:
"They are still virgins. Although they are vulgar serf girls, they have been raised in the mansion for several months. Their complexion has improved a lot, and they can barely use it."

"Let them serve Master Luo tonight, just because they are afraid that their status will be low, and they will humiliate Master Luo's status."

Luo Ning is a seventh-rank monk at such a young age, and he is handsome and elegant. He looks like a nobleman, which made Chen Huigen think about it and was tempted to flatter him.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ning smiled indifferently, shook his head and said, "Forget it, a gentleman doesn't take what others like, so let the owner of Nima keep it."

His tone of voice showed no interest at all.

The experienced Chen Huigen immediately saw that...it was not an act.

Is really not interested.

It should be because the vision is too high to look down upon.

Seeing that the little fox girl next to him is a rare and stunning beauty, one can see how Master Luo sees it.

So Chen Huigen didn't force it, and changed the subject again:

"Master Luo, the God of Agriculture will be invited to play tomorrow, in the Lingpu Garden of this village. I have ordered that thousands of people will come to watch the play tomorrow. It is their good fortune."

"According to the rules of the Tubo people, I have prepared a pair of boys and girls, ready to kill and sacrifice to the gods. This way of acting to invite the gods is more sincere."

In the past, when Tibetan opera masters came to perform, as usual, there was a blood sacrifice ceremony first.

Luo Ning shook his head and said, "No need. Since I dare to act as the god of agriculture, I will definitely be able to invite the god. There is no need for blood sacrifice."

"This..." Chen Huigen really wanted to refute, but swallowed it back, "Then according to Master Luo's words, everything depends on Master Luo tomorrow."

"No matter what, I must express myself, and never let Lord Luo bother me in vain."

He said politely on the surface, but he was already slandering in his heart.

At this time, he speculated that Luo Ning should be acting in the name of acting to gain benefits.

Luo Ning took out the pipe and took a puff, "We'll see the outcome tomorrow, owner, please go ahead."

When Chen Huigen left, Luo Ning's face suddenly became gloomy.

If he can really become a tribal envoy, this Chen Huigen must do it!

PS: Monthly ticket recommendation ticket, rolling all over the floor!It was originally planned to be on the shelves on the 15th, alas... good night everyone, I am autistic.Crab support!
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