After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

Before dawn the next morning, the tea caravan took Lu Ran to the government.The red rope that was said to be able to restrain spells in Lu Ran's hand was temporarily untied, and replaced with a sharp knife secretly held at his waist.

Lu Ran: "..."

What about the basic trust between people?

When he arrived at the government, Lu Ran finally understood why the caravan wanted to tie up a cultivator.

Anyone who goes abroad for business has to pay a large amount of exit fees.According to the quantity of goods reported by the caravan, 120 silver dollars had to be paid to get out of the customs.According to the price last night, you can buy eight Lu Ran.

The old man at the head of the caravan pulled Lu Ran out, and smiled flatteringly at a scholarly official:

"My lord, we left the customs with the practitioners. According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, we don't need to pay the exit customs duty."

The gentle bureaucrat snorted and looked at Lu Ran: "Are you a cultivator? Did they accompany you out of customs?"

Lu Ran suddenly realized.It turns out that businessmen can reduce or exempt customs duties when they bring practitioners out of the customs.I am really a walking snowflake silver.Did those two horse bandits pretending to be human traffickers sell him cheap yesterday?

He didn't intend to cause trouble at first, but just as he was about to nod his head, he felt the knife pressed against his back moved forward again, full of threats.If you don't want to suffer, just be obedient.

Lu Ran's rebellious heart was suddenly aroused.

He didn't forget his character who couldn't speak now, blinked his eyes that seemed to have a thousand words, looked pitifully at the handyman in official uniform, and tried to convey with his eyes: "I've been kidnapped, please save me."

The officer who looked smart after reading a lot of books suddenly understood, and smiled kindly:

"It seems that this fairy doesn't like to talk."

Lu Ran: "..."

Isn't it said that officials are the best at observing words and deeds?This person usually flatters his boss and often hits the horse's leg, right?

The old man hurriedly replied: "This little fairy has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk. He is a disciple of His Excellency Yannih in the Central Plains. I checked last night, and this sect is listed in the official documents."

The small knife on the back moved forward threateningly.Lu Ran was expressionless and lost two magic balls.One almost blows up the tea basket, and the other catches the officer's robe in front of him on fire.

Veins twitched on the old man's forehead, and he hurriedly ordered the people around him to help up the basket.

The officer fluttered the green smoke on his sleeve, coughed and said, "It is true that a cultivator can reduce or exempt customs duties. But this is the rule set by the former Emperor Suihe, and now the new emperor is on the throne..."

The officer handed over a meaningful look to the caravan old man.

With a sly gleam in the old man's eyes, he took out a money bag from his sleeve and slipped it into the official's hand.The officials turned around and stamped the customs clearance documents and handed them over to the old man without even looking through the goods.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Lu Ran: "..."

This dog official chooses to read eyes, right?

The caravan walked towards the city gate.The old man glanced lightly at the several caravan servants around him, and without saying a word, the few of them went to work separately.The man in gray seemed to be responsible for escorting the captives. Once again, he carefully wrapped the red rope around Lu Ran's slender wrist and connected it with his right hand.

The long red rope hangs majestically on the outside, showing a secret streamer in the dim sky.The two ends stretched into the sleeves of the two respectively, like some kind of intimate contract.Showing off to the world, except for each other, there is no room for others between the two.

The man pursed his lips, took a deep look at Lu Ran, and slightly closed his eyes. His thick black eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and he showed Lu Ran the knot tied around his wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

Observing the tacit eye contact between the dog official, the old thief and the people who deserved it, Lu Ran deeply felt that his understanding of "flashing eyebrows" had reached a new height.

Seeing the man's eyes that were hesitant to speak, he realized.

Lu Ran stretched out his hand and wrapped the hanging rope around his wrist a few times, covering it with his sleeve.Others just thought it was the noble fairy who put his hand on the servant's arm at will, but never imagined that the red rope under the sleeve would tightly connect the two wrists.

Lu Ran confidently threw a glance over:

I know.In broad daylight, there are more people on the street than last night.Don't worry, I am very obedient, and I took the initiative to hide the rope, so that others will not know that I am the bound prisoner, and misunderstand our relationship.

The man in gray looked at the red rope that was deliberately covered up, and turned his face away, with obvious disappointment on his face.

Lu Ran: "?"

How could this be?

Don't you read something in my eyes?

The caravan came to the city gate.The old man handed over the customs clearance documents.The city gate guard is also an old acquaintance, the one who just received money from the horse bandit yesterday.For some reason, he was very nervous today.When he checked Lu Ran's side, he even started to tremble slightly.

Lu Ran gave a quiet smile, his eyes seemed to say a thousand words:

Don't doubt it, yes, I did it voluntarily.

The guard trembled even more.

Lu Ran was even more at a loss.

Is there anything wrong with his self-cultivation as a captive?

The caravan passed through the customs smoothly, and led the camels along the ancient Gobi road.The drowsy sun rose from the east, and after sprinkling a bit or two of miserly heat, it quickly moved west along the sky track.

It was not until dusk and evening, when the sky was dark and Dingcheng had been left far behind, that the old man called the caravan to rest in a sheltered place behind a boulder.

Everyone unpacked the packages one after another, opened the boxes full of goods, and poured out the tea leaves on the upper layer, revealing the metal box tightly packed with tissue paper below.

There was no surprise on Lu Ran's face. As early as yesterday when he saw the caravan for the first time, he saw the real goods in the box through the burning soul lamp in his pupils and through all the camouflage.

gunpowder.

Several large boxes of purified black/fire/powder.

What kind of tea merchants, this is simply a group of black/fire/powder smugglers banned by the Zhou Dynasty.The sugar that was carried was not used to make tea at all, but was used to mix with the flames to increase the firepower.

Lu Ran sneered.He reminded so clearly at the official office that he almost blew up a box to show them on the spot. That nerdy official seemed to be blind, and he was still happily counting tea leaves.

The old man walked over with a loving face, and bowed to Lu Ran: "Thank you, Xianjun, for your help to get out of the customs. It's just that our caravan is going to cross the desert to a distant foreign country. Xianjun's body is delicate, and it is really not suitable for us to go with us. Xianjun Now go back to the city along the ancient road, maybe you can meet the returning caravan."

Lu Ran glanced at the night sky where a few distant stars leaked out, and the city gate in the distance was nowhere to be seen.

The sudden evening wind blew up Lu Ran's sleeves, revealing the red rope wrapped around his wrist.As if seeing the rope for the first time, the old man showed a guilty expression, took out a sharp dagger from his pocket, and walked over with a smile:

"I asked my entourage to follow Xiaoxianjun to take care of daily life. I didn't expect this person to be so stupid that he tied Xiaoxianjun by his side. Young master, stay still, and I will cut the rope for you."

Lu Ran: "..."

You are a bad old man, if you believe me, you will be a ghost.

He couldn't take it anymore, he tossed around for a day and a night without even seeing a piece of Song Jun Aying's clothes. laugh.

The spiritual power circulated in Lu Ran's fingertips, and the nearest cargo basket resonated with the spiritual power, and a sharp bamboo stick quietly stood up, ready to go like a sharp arrow, facing the old man's back.

The old man took off his kind mask, revealed a cruel and cruel grin, and waved the dagger in his hand high.

The setting sun completely fell below the horizon, the evening wind gradually picked up, and the desert was desolate and desolate.

With a whoosh, the old man's distorted smile froze on his face.

He fell to his knees hastily, his face full of astonishment, and he struggled to look back.

A sharp feathered arrow went straight into the back of his heart.The old man opened his mouth, but without making any sound, he fell straight down, spitting out blood from his mouth, and died.

The cold night wind blows through the stone forest in the distance, turning and colliding between the towering stone pillars, and there is a mournful and mournful sound like a ghost crying.The smell of blood spread throughout the camp on the cold wind.A dozen or so black shadows holding simple bows and arrows appeared at some point on the boulder where the caravan was resting.

A scream pierced the night sky:

"There are horse bandits!"

More than a dozen horse bandits rushed down from the rocks with knives in hand. The caravan quickly loaded the camels with the goods and retreated in another direction, but was blocked by another team of bandits who had been ambushing for a long time.Soon, the caravan composed of more than a dozen people shrunk into a pitiful semi-circle against the boulder, and was surrounded by gangs of nearly a hundred people.

Lu Ran lit the soul lamp in his pupils.Through the gaps in the crowd, he recognized the dozen or so gangsters who attacked him and Song Jun Aying yesterday.Looking at it now, they should only be a sub-unit of the Hundred Bandit Regiment.

The bearded leader seen yesterday was standing respectfully behind another one-eyed man.

The tall man who traded with the old man last night held a torch, rode out on the horse and turned the reins, looked at the old man's dead body, and laughed wildly triumphantly:

"I'm surprised that tea merchants have always been timid and afraid of getting into trouble, so they dared to touch the idea of ​​a cultivator. I pretended to be a human trafficker and sold this cultivator to him at a low price. vigilance."

He casually slammed into a cargo box that was scattered on the ground and hadn't had time to put it away, and the gunpowder boxes that Da Zhou ordered to prohibit trading rolled out one after another.

A dozen people in the caravan tore off their obstructive hoods, revealing the dangling silver swords hidden on their bodies.The escorts that their caravan hired from Guanzhong at a great price was for the smooth progress of this journey of business.

More than a dozen people stood back to back, holding the long knives in their hands tightly.All of them claim to be strong enough to fight three with one, and it is not a problem to deal with ordinary gangsters.But right now there are too many horse bandits.They nervously watched every move of the gangster, and the palms of the hands holding the knife were covered with cold sweat.

Lu Ran poked at the gray-clothed man beside him, stretched out his right hand to reveal the red strings attached to their wrists, pointed to the long knife in the gangster's hand in front, and gave him a look:

Hey, you're stupid, you've been blacked out.Difficulty is imminent, so hurry up and untie it for me, maybe I can persuade you to fight if I am in a good mood.

The man in gray showed a clear expression, put his left hand between Lu Ran's outstretched right fingers, and held him firmly.He leaned down slightly, leaned close to Lu Ran's ear, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, the rope is easy to break, hold my hand tightly, and don't get separated from me."

Lu Ran: "..."

Why?How could this be so?Is it time for him to consider giving up studying the Dafa of Eyebrow Emotion?

The hands of the young man in gray were thin and pale, but powerful.Being held tightly by him, with a trace of warmth coming from their fingertips, Lu Ran couldn't break free for a while.

The one-eyed leader raised his hand, and all escorts held their breath.The sound of the wind in the wilderness gradually faded away, and the last rouge-like afterglow appeared in the distant sky.

The gang leader's thick arm suddenly swung down, and dozens of robbers charged forward on horseback!

The escorts at the front couldn't dodge in time, and were knocked over directly, with blood spurting out of their mouths.A hole was torn open in the defensive circle, and a man on a horse rushed straight in the direction of the two of them.

Lu Ran's whole body froze, with uncontrollably cold killing intent in his eyes, he stretched out his free left hand to touch his Qiankun bag on the man's waist.The man showed an imperceptible smile, took advantage of the situation and hugged Lu Ran in his arms, and turned around to avoid the blade cut by the bandit who rushed to him first.

Lu Ran was restrained in the man's arms as if he had taken the initiative to throw himself into his arms. The warm body temperature woke him up from his trance.He used his mana, and a knife that was about to stab the merchant's chest broke suddenly, and the injured bodyguard was pulled up by his companions and pushed to the rear.

Lu Ran blocked a few more fatal blows casually, and felt that the gray-clothed man hanging on his body was really annoying.Just as he was about to push him away, the man let out a muffled grunt and fell limply into Lu Ran's arms, blood staining the robe on his shoulders.He reached out and grabbed Lu Ran's neckline weakly, hissing.

The man has a thin body, but his whole body is warm, like a docile bird.Lu Ran hugged the wounded man and retreated, staring indifferently at the one-eyed leader who was surrounded in the center.

Haoran's spiritual power gushed out continuously, like an invisible spirit snake, avoiding many weapons, and precisely positioned on the scimitar in the hand of the one-eyed leader.The scimitar vibrated, changed shape, and stabbed quietly towards the wrist of the knife holder.

The afterglow in the sky is not dark, but brighter and brighter.

The one-eyed leader noticed something strange in his hand, and when he saw the scimitar in his hand, he was taken aback and threw it on the ground with a wave.Lu Ran's eyes widened suddenly, and the long knife that hadn't landed suddenly stretched, drawing a bloody wound on the front leg of the mount under the leader's crotch.The horse was in pain, and its front legs were raised high and neighing.

The bandits next to him hurriedly dispersed to make room.With a loud curse, the One-Eyed Chief took the reins.

He looked at Lu Ran fiercely, slid his left hand across his neck, and made a head-cutting motion.

A round object fell down.

The bearded team leader heard the noise and subconsciously lowered his head to look.The bloody head of the bandit leader fell to the ground, staring at the sky with one eye, dying with regret.

With a bang, the headless corpse fell off the horse.

The bearded man couldn't understand what happened at all, and reached out to help.With a flash of silver light, he only felt a chill on his neck. He lowered his head in a daze, only seeing the blood gushing from his neck.

A bat-like ghostly figure passed in front of him, and then dissolved into the dark ground like a shadow.In the melting night, there is only the bright color of the twin swords in the shadow, like a pool of moonlight.

A cacophony of exclamations erupted from the gang of horse bandits.The gangsters who were fighting with the caravan escorts heard the commotion and looked over in surprise.The bodyguards seized the opportunity and re-sieged the city with their backs against the boulder.

Lu Ran supported the man in gray to retreat into the circle.

Come professionally.Taking advantage of the chaotic battle situation, he now has other things to do.

The ray of light in the sky is getting closer and brighter.Crooked, like a writhing dragon.

Ghosts flashed in the crowd, and several people lost their breath before they even had time to call for help.

The terrified horse bandits were in a commotion. Many people wanted to grab the gunpowder scattered on the ground for self-defense, but watched in horror as the box full of inflammable materials moved by itself.Lu Ran was carefully controlling his spiritual power, dragging the box full of gunpowder away from the battlefield.

The fire dragon meanders.

Finally, a horse bandit uttered a cry with ashen face:

"It's the guards of the border town! The guards are here!"

Some people got on their horses and fled in the opposite direction.But it was too late.

Sharp arrows came like raindrops.The fleeing bandits wailed and rolled off their horses.The Da Zhou cavalry with torches in hand came like a whirlwind, and a general in armor charged forward, with a long whip in his hand like a dancing golden dragon, smashing the bandit gang like a broken bamboo.

The leaders of several bandit squads still wanted to hold back, but they were quickly and silently blocked by the ghost assassin lurking in the shadows.The remaining dozens of gangsters were leaderless, and they put down their knife handles and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Zhou soldiers tied up the horse bandits one by one.The leading general reined in his horse and took off his helmet, revealing Song Jun's handsome and vigorous face.Her face was flushed, and her raised phoenix eyes were as bright as stars.She got off her horse, walked up to Lu Ran, and said sincerely:

"Tempt... no, little brother has worked hard."

Lu Ran stared at her expressionlessly.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.This trick is quite slippery, right?

What is he?Root sap squeezed by cicadas?

very good.Use his relatives and juniors as bait, and complain to Lu Bai when he returns.

The author has something to say:

Lu Ran: Try to learn some eye skills to express affection, but it doesn’t work

You Moren: The weak and pitiful image is stable

Regarding the setting of export tax payment:

In order to encourage trade in modern times, export tariffs are generally zero.In ancient times, according to the "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", customs duties and market rents were levied on general export commodities and live animals in the Han Dynasty.The tariff rate is generally 10%, and the market rent is based on the transaction volume.

Just in case, one more long-winded sentence.Don't really add sugar to gunpowder and fry it for fun!