"I am a descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family! I want to restore Dayan, so that the glory of Xianbei will come to the Central Plains again! ”

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"I'd rather die than be a pawn in the hands of people! Burn the jade! ”

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"Ahhhh Who am I? No! Master ......"

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"Brother Murong? Brother Murong? ”

When Huang Shang's concerned face was imprinted in his eyes, Murong Bo only felt that he had a long nightmare.

A lot of things happened in the nightmare.

He seems to have turned into a crystal clear puppet, roaring, struggling, and wandering!

But no matter how much he resisted, countless threads of silk poured in from all directions, wrapping around his limbs, pulling at his head, and bowing down to a dark shadow that obscured the sky.

Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the bottomless abyss, at the last critical moment, the light sprinkled and dragged him out.

Then he saw Huang Shang.

"I ...... Who am I? ”

Murong Bo's eyes were blank, his mind was in chaos, and the first sentence was actually the first question in his life.

"Huh?"

Huang Shang was sure that he was not pretending, and said with concern: "Brother Murong, you and I traveled together in Liangguang last year, and then we said goodbye, have you forgotten?" ”

It's not intentional to be bad, it's about respecting people.

Because when Murong Bo deliberately approached at that time, he was disguised as Murong Xing, a normal yellow dress, and naturally he would only know this person.

And as his gentle voice came into his ears, part of the memory became clear in Murong Bo's chaotic brain.

It was from August to November last year that he traveled with Huang Shang.

Trade the fake for the real.

"Murong! Murong! Yes, my surname is Murong, that's right! ”

The thread of faith in his body grew rapidly, and Murong Bo muttered to himself, "Do I have a family?" ”

Huang Shangdao: "It's no longer there, but in Jiangnan, you have an old friend, his son Fu'er, now he has become my scholar, I will treat him well!" ”

"Gangnam's Friends ......"

Murong Bo subconsciously felt that this friend was very familiar, unusually familiar, and couldn't help but repeat: "Yes, the son of my friend, thanks to you for taking care of him!" ”

The silk thread of faith was thickened to the extreme, Murong Bo accepted his identity, and looked at Huang Shang's gaze, revealing the joy and heartfelt gratitude of his friend's reunion: "I owe Sheng Zhong too much, I can't repay it!" ”

"Between you and me, why should it be like this!"

Huang Shang helped him up, observing Murong Bo's state, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened by the methods of that reincarnation.

Even he never imagined that one day, Murong Bo would become a pawn in his hands.

This guy is the mastermind behind the scenes, insidious and cunning, forbearance and self-control, and will do everything to restore the country.

No matter how great the temptation is, it is impossible for him to obey the orders of others.

Before, Murong Bo asked Murong Fu to come to Huang Shang's side as a scholar, and then hid in the shadows and guided silently, just to control the Great Song Dynasty with the help of Huang Shang's hand.

This was originally a time bomb, and if he was not careful, he would really capsize in the gutter, and Huang Shang decided to solve it himself after the first batch of reincarnators left.

Unexpectedly, the puppeteer assisted, relying on the hands and feet made in the six-vein divine sword spectrum, using the crystal puppet as a medium, taking advantage of Murong Bo's serious injury, to launch an offensive.

As a result, it did destroy Murong Bo's spiritual defense line and make him delirious, but the two sides were deadlocked, and before they could be completely controlled, Huang Shang stepped in.

Is it moral decay? Or is it an honest man's pick-up?

No! It's friendship!

Even if you lose most of your previous memories, just remember the events of our trip together, and that's enough!

At this time, Murong Bo felt grateful and had nothing to repay.

As the leader of the three yuan, the other party not only remembers the love at that time, but also helps him take care of his friend's son.

"I'm leaving!"

Pride and self-esteem made him get up, unwilling to let Huang Shang continue to look at his embarrassed appearance, and silently made up his mind in his heart: "Sheng Zhong, I will repay you!" ”

Huang Shang didn't keep Murong Bo, and after silently saying goodbye with the silk thread of faith, he looked at Gu Mozhi, and the thunder water of Wenqu Xing lit up, and the hexagram fell.

When Wenqu Xing was not completed, the interpretation of the hexagram could drive away the life and death talisman under the Tianshan Tong's grandmother for Murong Fu, and now it is not a problem.

The groggy Hatama only felt that he was wrapped in a warm breath, as if he had returned to the arms of his father as a child, and the strange aura in his body was quickly cleared, and the stagnant true qi finally ran slowly, and he breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

Murong Bo was gone, and in front of him was a handsome, graceful and majestic Song man, his heart sank, and he got up and saluted: "The little monk Gu Mozhi is from the Tubo Dalun Temple, thank you for saving me!" ”

Huang Shang smiled and said: "Yongzhou Zhizhou, Huang Shang, the deputy envoy of Guangnan West Road, has heard the name of Tantric Vajra Sect for a long time!" ”

Gu Mozhi knew something about the official position of the Song Dynasty, and was shocked when he heard this: "I don't want the donor to be young and already in power all the way, disrespectful!" Disrespectful! ”

During the conversation, Huang Shang could clearly feel that the resistance of this Great Wheel Ming King to the silk thread of faith was far away from others.

This is actually normal, the dignified Heavenly Dragon Four Uniques, control it casually, and the reincarnator will already be invincible.

Therefore, Huang Shang focused on influence, and after chatting a few words, he talked about the problem of Tubo oppression: "It is very unwise for Tubo to raise an unrighteous army and attack Dali, and it is China's responsibility to set things right for the vassal state, and my Great Song Dynasty has to take care of it!" ”

Gu Mozhi's face changed slightly, and he spoke loudly.

This kind of threat seems ridiculous, but looking at the reaction of this Great Wheel King, you know that it is not ridiculous.

At the most glorious time of Tubo, for the disaster of the Central Plains, Chang'an was broken three times, and the threat was far above that of today's Western Xia and Liao.

But through the peaceful evolution of the Tang Dynasty that year, that is, the Buddhism brought by Princess Wencheng, the majesty of the year was polished.

I have to say that Buddhism is really awesome in this regard.

After all, Dali is a small country, and it is just a matter of tossing it like this, and Tubo is a typical example.

The current Tubo is not as aggressive as even the toe.

Bullying Dali, they dare, they really want to confront Da Song, they are even more cowardly.

Of course, to beat a stick to give a radish, Huang Shang said: "Actually, my Great Song Dynasty is very interested in your horses, and I am willing to trade tea and silk for good horses, but in recent years, Qingtang Tubo is insatiable, and the horses are shoddy, and the Western Xia has sent troops to attack again and again. ”

Gu Mozhi's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested: "Huang Yun's envoy can call the shots?" ”

Huang Shang said confidently: "Yes, it depends on whether the master can convince Tubo Zampu!" ”

Gu Mozhi also smiled confidently: "Zampu has always admired the culture of Middle-earth, so he is naturally willing!" ”

Zampu is the title of the head of the Tubo monarch, and the Dalun Temple of the Great Snow Mountain, where Gu Mozhi is located, takes refuge in the Tubo Zampu, that is, the descendants of Songtsan Gampo.

Although it is orthodox, it is the same as Zhou Tianzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, the strength is not strong, just a symbol, fortunately, Tubo is similar to India, the bottom is particularly afraid of the noble race, and the bloodline passed down from Songtsen Gampo is the most respected by the Tubo people, and can barely maintain a decent life.

Even so, being able to directly connect with the Song Dynasty is also very happy for Tubo Zampu.

Because at this stage, it is not Zampu who makes direct transactions with the Great Song Dynasty, but Qingtang Tubo.

Qingtang Tubo is like a powerful minister, in the tea and horse trade with the Great Song Dynasty, while acting as a middleman to make the difference, while using the tea and silk of the Central Plains to win over the high-level of other ministries, further consolidate the position, and empty the power of the king.

Therefore, Zampu naturally hopes to trade directly with the Great Song Dynasty.

Of course, there are many difficulties.

The biggest trouble is the need for a safe and stable transportation channel.

In the past, it was necessary to go to the Qingtang Dynasty, otherwise it would be attacked and killed by Western Xia and even other forces.

Now, with the Dali transit, it is possible to open up a new transportation road.

This road is actually a lot longer, and there are also barbarian tribes such as Luo Dian, which is more troublesome if you are not careful.

What's more, the interests of the tea and horse business are huge, and how many people are hot, and now if this cake is to be moved, I am afraid that the territory of Tibet will be turned upside down......

Under normal circumstances, Gu Mozhi would not actually wade into this kind of troubled water, but at this time, his heart is full of motivation.

If this matter is successful, he will not only be the king of the Great Wheel, but also the national teacher of Tubo!

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Western regions.

Xia Hui and the Taoist priest, one riding a camel, looked at Murong Bo in the mirror and thanked him, and Gu Mozhi was full of ambition.

The Taoist priest sighed: "Is Huang Shang preparing to open up the second tea and horse trading market in the Great Song Dynasty in Guangxi?" If it happens, not only will it be infinite political resources and profits, but part of the lifeblood of the Great Song Dynasty will be in his hands, how old can he be the prime minister? Forty years old? Thirty years old? It's a pity we can't see it! ”

Xia Hui was surprised: "Actually, Huang Shang should not be the prime minister, he should be grateful to the puppeteer, look at the civil strife in Dali, the Five Poisons Sect, the King of Dalun Ming, Gusu Murong, which is not the puppet master's hard work, this is a loyal hymn, he is another great ...... who is hidden behind enemy lines and pays silently after the founding of Ao Guanhai and Chuan."

Before she could finish her sentence, the mirror shook, the light dimmed, and the picture disappeared.

Xia Hui sighed, and was so anxious that she slapped the mirror again and again: "Why did you close the live broadcast room, can't you afford to lose!" ”

The Taoist priest sighed slowly, with sadness: "I knew that if you continue to say this, one day, "A Thousand Thoughts of the Wise" will be interrupted!" Without drama, we are going to return to our boring life again......"