Mulu City, as a disciple of the Rest Metropolis, Sulla firmly believes that his path should be to follow the path of Aroben, to the East, to Celis, to Qinna.

Sulla knew that Aroben had been summoned by the emperor at Celis and had an official position in Sabao, but the Turkic khanate blocked the missionary path.

"It's all knowledge."

Holding the bronze cross in his hand, Sulla flipped through a copy of the First Book of Yin Xun, printed on fine rice paper, which had been brought from Celis by merchants from Constantinople a few years earlier.

Suddenly, Sura heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Compared with the churches in Damascus, the Nestorian churches in Mulu City are as inconspicuous as low-rise houses. But Sula still took it seriously and erected a plaque in front of the church with the three characters of "Cross Temple".

And on the side of the plaque, it is also written in Chinese characters: Tianzun blesses all beings.

"What happened?"

Sulla stopped a running vendor.

"I don't know, but there are a lot of horses coming, I don't know if it's a sand thief......" The panicked hawker ran as fast as he could with a basket of sand dates on his head, and left here as if he had fled.

"May the Lord bless."

After repeating it, Sula hurriedly packed up the things outside the church and glanced at the plaque, he wanted to put it in, but when he thought about it, the sand thieves would definitely not want a wooden plaque.

"Envoy, this is Mulu City."

"It's a little broken."

While the group was talking, the eldest grandson Chong was riding a horse, his eyes crossed the left and right guards, and he saw a large number of low houses of earth and stone, and even some were just shacks. In a home with a courtyard, inside the low earthen wall, you can see the hole in the ground that covers the entrance.

"Envoy, because of the flood of bandits here, there are many tunnels dug to take refuge. Most of these caves are used by Tibetans and livestock. Don't look at the ground as if it is broken, in fact, there are a lot of local cattle and sheep, and the local people are quite rich. ”

"Adjacent to the Great Black Desert, what do you do for a living?"

"Agriculture and animal husbandry are mixed, and they often do a business without capital."

Hearing this, Changsun Chong laughed, and said with a whisker, "It's similar to the Zhu Ya tribes, but most of the Yan people make a living from fishing and hunting, and if the days are bad, they will rob other tribes." When he was in Liaodong, he exchanged ten large pearls for a stone of millet seeds. ”

Everyone who was originally a little struggling was shocked when they heard the words of Changsun Chong.

"Envoy, don't you want to make a deal with the local Persians?"

"Let's go find out the news first."

If you want to find a place to rest, it is not difficult, I found a spacious courtyard, threw two silk horses over, and this courtyard became the place where Changsun Chong stayed.

The eldest grandson Chong, who had long been out of the category of pampering, settled the guards before stuffing the beautiful concubines from the Western Regions into a clean courtyard.

"Strange, why haven't the Persian garrisons seen it until now?"

"There is a Persian general's official residence, but there are only servants, not even guards."

The person who inquired about the news was strange, and a man in the distance rushed over on a horse, and when he came to him, he turned over and dismounted, and threw a person down.

"There's news!"

The knight took off his helmet and kicked the man, "This is a monk from the 'Cross Temple', who knows some Chinese, and he said that the Persian minister and a prince of Hesi went to find the Turks to move the army. ”

"What?! Could it be that the Persians are plotting against the king?! ”

"No, no, no, no, no, it's not ......"

Sulla, who looked panicked, complained in his heart, he never expected that the plaque outside did not attract sand thieves, but these Tang people, looking at it, are not kinder than sand thieves, and their style is tough, and they look like regular soldiers.

"No hurry! Take him to the envoy. ”

"Let's go!"

"Yes, yes......"

Hunched over, Sulla's whole body was bent like a shrimp, and her face became more and more sad.

The appearance of the Tang soldiers is very rough, the beard is so messy, the wrinkles on the forehead are so deep, the skin is so weather-beaten, and the blades around the waist are ...... It's so sharp.

In the courtyard of the temporary station, the eldest grandson Chong is appeasing these concubines who came from "diplomacy", as the "couch Su Wu", the biggest gain of the eldest cousin now is that the father of these concubines will become the leading party of the Tang Army in the future.

The results of the battle are very rich, in addition to the concubines, there are also boxes full of "letters of commitment".

These "letters of commitment" were all given to His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty by the fathers of the concubines, and they can be summed up in one sentence: I will lead the way when the Tang Army comes.

Knock knock knock......

"Envoy, the Persian generals in the city are all gone, and there is a monk from the 'Cross Temple', who says that he knows what is coming."

"'Cross Temple'?"

The eldest grandson Chong thought slightly, and said secretly: Could it be the Great Qin Jingjiao?

He has nothing to do with Aroben, and the great monks who can deal with him must be like Huang Guanzi.

"Bring it on!"

"Yes, envoy."

Wait less, the eldest grandson Chong cleaned up his appearance, and then said to the concubines: "Don't worry, lady, once you arrive in Mulu City, getting out of trouble is just around the corner." ”

"Ah Lang is going to be, how dare the slave stop her husband from acting, only pray from time to time, may Haotian God bless."

“……”

The eldest cousin felt embarrassed, and then closed the door steadily.

"Get on your knees!"

When Sura saw Changsun Chong, he was shocked, he never knew that there was a beautiful man with such a look and demeanor in this world. At that moment, Sulla even felt that the emperor of Rome would definitely abandon his crown for the sake of such a man. The maidens of Damascus will be mad for him, and the ladies of Baghdad will pour out their love words around him, and no woman can easily resist such a man.

Even if Sula knew that this man had just experienced the baptism of wind and frost, even if it was the slightly frosted cheeks, because of the flowing hair, it added to the high-spirited male momentum.

"Heavenly Honorable Bless, please, excuse me...... You...... Are you willing to take refuge ......?"

"Convert to your mother! On your knees! ”

Boom!

The guard smashed a fist on Sulla's abdomen, directly making him kneel, and then turned around and hugged his fist and said: "Envoy, it's this monk, who said that the Persians went to find Turkic mongrels." ”

Eldest Sun Chong's face was as usual, he waved his hand, let the guards retreat to both sides, and then walked slowly and walked to Sula's side, his voice was low but unexpectedly powerful, so that Sula listened to it, and felt very kind and gentle.

"You are a member of the Nestorian Sect, what is your name?"

"Sue, Sula."

"Sounds like the name of Flynn."

"I am the glorious Roman ......"

"Get up and speak."

The eldest grandson Chong interrupted Sura's words with a smile on his face, but it made Saura feel that this was not rudeness, but an extraordinary bearing that made people feel like they were immersed in the spring breeze.

In just a moment, Sulla swore in his heart: To hell with the Rest Metropolis, I will go to Celis, I will go to Qinna, I will go to the Tang Dynasty!