The messenger relied on himself as a practitioner and thought that he would be able to drink from the people present.

But how could Yin Shanhe, one of the twelve feudal kings, be easy to mess with?

Back then, he relied on an ordinary army to besiege and kill a cultivator of the Guanting Realm, which was a very famous thing in the entire land of Southern Xinjiang.

If this envoy was talking a little more today, he wouldn't even mind risking provoking the county lord of Nanjun to kill him.

But among these people present, who could be stronger than this cultivator?

The young man at the door gave the answer at this point.

Luo Ning stood steadily in front of the messenger, carrying a firewood knife at his waist and a Lechuan sword behind his back.

Yin Ziqing was forced to cry again by the messenger, looking at Yin Ziqing who was crying, the emotion on the messenger's face became more and more proud, and he looked at Yin Shanhe with a little mockery.

Luo Ning's tone was still calm, and then he looked at Yin Ziqing, and shouted with some displeasure in his tone, "Don't cry!"

Yin Ziqing stopped crying, and looked at Luo Ning with a little grievance.

Luo Ning turned around, looked at the messenger, and said again very seriously:

"I can teach him how to learn a sword. ”

The messenger looked at Luo Ning and raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly, "Central Plains people?"

Luo Ning replied coldly, "Exactly." ”

The messenger asked, "Then what are you?

Luo Ning replied calmly, "My name is Luo Dazhuang. ”

The messenger laughed suddenly, "With such a stupid name, I guess you are no better than this stupid boy." ”

Luo Ning looked into his eyes and asked, "You just said that if he can reach Nanjun Princess safely, he will not regret his marriage?"

The messenger looked at him with a sneer and said, "That's what the princess said. ”

Luo Ning asked seriously, "Then in that case, it's always okay to bring a servant, right?"

The messenger said, "Naturally. ”

Luo Ning smiled and said, "Then I am his servant." ”

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There was some silence in the big tent, and then Yin Ziqing's crying stopped.

Yin Hongdie looked at Luo Ning, frowning, not knowing what to think.

The envoy was also silent, and then suddenly laughed, "I want to know, what qualifications do you have to say in front of me that you can teach him to learn swords, and that you want to accompany him to Nanjun?"

Luo Ning thought about it, he did have many identities.

He is the disciple of the elder of the Thirteen Mountains Sect of Jianyuan, the most swordsman in the world.

He is the mountain master of the Thirteen Mountains.

He is the child of prophecy.

He once defeated the seventy-second ranked Demon General.

......

He thought about it a lot, but he didn't say it after all.

He stared at the messenger calmly, and Luo Ning said in a calm voice, "I don't have any qualifications, but I just want to accompany him." ”

The messenger sneered and said, "You're not afraid of death?"

"You're going to die before me." ”

......

The silence in the air turned into tranquility.

Although the meanings of the two are very similar, they are very different.

Tranquility is the meaning of extreme peace, but the meaning of tranquility is a little terrifying, but the breath that appears in the big tent at this time is the word tranquility.

The messenger looked at Luo Ning's face calmly.

Luo Ning also stared at Luo Ning's face calmly.

At this time, an autumn wind blew in from outside the tent, but it disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the two people.

Luo Ning's hand was on top of the wood knife.

......

The curtain of the tent rustled in the autumn wind.

Then one of Luo Ning's fingers gently rubbed the wooden handle of his firewood knife, and a sound like a thin paper rubbing appeared in the big tent.

It adds a bit of weirdness to this tranquility.

......

The messenger was stunned at first, then bowed his head.

He didn't speak, then turned to face Yin Shanhe.

"I hope that love will arrive in South County as scheduled. ”

Without further ado, he turned and got on his horse in the middle of the autumn wind.

The messenger's hand trembled a little, but after a long time he grasped the reins of the horse very smoothly.

The horse stepped on some apprentices who were overgrown with loess and yellow sand, and then hurriedly ran out for several miles.

Then the emissary's face instantly changed from pale yellow to iron blue.

He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, staining the mane on the back of the horse.

There was a slight chill in the envoy's eyes, "A cultivator from the Central Plains?"

......

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Luo Ning injured the envoy with his spiritual power, but he did not reveal the slightest sword intent.

Inside the big tent, Yin Hongdie looked at Yin Ziqing with anger on her face.

"Daddy, let's not let Ziqing go, this is just a messenger sent by the princess privately, and the county lord doesn't know about it. ”

Yin Shanhe sat in the center of the big tent, his gray beard trembling in the autumn wind.

He said coldly, "Since it was his daughter who caused this incident, how could the county lord not know anything about it? He just wanted to see how we could deal with it." ”

Yin Hongdie said hurriedly, "Then since this is the case, what is the marriage for, is it not okay if you don't connect?"

Yin Shanhe lowered his head and pondered carefully.

The air in the tent was quiet again.

There was no word for a while.

Luo Ning looked at Yin Ziqing, and somehow suddenly thought of himself when he first entered the Sword Abyss, and when he first discovered that Qi Deficiency Liquid and Blood Coagulation Pill were helpful to Luo Wuwu's illness, he happily forgot to condense the sword fetus. Since then, he has spent five years under the eyes of Luo Feng and others, and he has not been able to get rid of Dan for five years, and the word waste has become synonymous with him.

He seemed to understand what Yin Ziqing was thinking at this time.

A somewhat trembling voice was the first to break the silence.

"Sister, I want to go. ”

Yin Ziqing looked up at Yin Hongdie with tears in her eyes.

"Huh?"

Yin Hongdie didn't hear clearly, and responded with some confusion.

Yin Ziqing's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were still red, and his lips were trembling, but he still said:

"I want to go to South County. ”

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"Where are you going? Don't even think about going to Luoshui in the future, you still want to go to Nanjun? Without that princess and sister here, what are you afraid of not being able to marry a daughter-in-law in the future?"

Yin Hongdie's face was full of anger, and she couldn't wait to slap her stupid brother a few times.

Luo Ning stood there silently.

Yin Ziqing's brain was a little dull, and he was not good at words, so he could only cry helplessly when he was bullied.

But this time he was scolded by Yin Hongdie, his face was red, he was angry, and he didn't cry anymore.

Luo Ning suddenly opened his mouth and asked Yin Hongdie lightly, "Do you know what he is going to say?"

Yin Hongdie was stunned, "What did you say?"

"He wanted to say you got in your head. ”

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