There are only about a few hundred people living in the Snow Lotus tribe, and they are all mortal undead without any cultivation.

Ning Fan glanced sideways through the giant wooden wall and could see a tall wooden frame and a blazing bonfire in the center of the tribe.

At the bonfire, some young herdsmen from the Snow Lotus tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep for roasting, and there were also many women in Hu clothes dancing around the bonfire.

Whether it is a man or a woman, their eyes are as pure as the ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains, without any palace.

Looking at this scene, Ning Fan suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart. The Snow Lotus Tribe is a hospitable and peaceful tribe that has no disputes with the world.

It's a nice place to be away from fights, hustle and bustle, but it's a pity that it doesn't belong to him.

"Brother Ning, you are actually an Immortal Master? You are so awesome! Can you summon the 'Barbarian God'? Can you summon the 'Dead Soldier'? I heard that there are many Immortal Masters in the Imperial Tomb, and they can all summon the Barbarian God.

, summoning dead soldiers, one immortal master can defeat tens of thousands of people. Do you know these immortal techniques?" Xi Lian asked with admiration.

"No", I can only kill people. Naturally, he would not say the second half of the sentence, so as not to frighten the little girl.

"You can't summon barbarian gods and dead soldiers, what a pity." The girl was a little disappointed.

Several big men guarding the tribe's gate have already reported Ning Fan's arrival to the clan leader.

The patriarch of the Snow Lotus Tribe is a middle-aged man with a beard and a sigh, named Xisa. He was originally discussing important matters with the elders of the tribe.

But when he heard that Ning Fan, the immortal master, had arrived, he was immediately frightened and did not dare to neglect. He blew the horn and led all the warriors and women of the tribe to greet Ning Fan.

"I have seen Master Ning!" Xisa said in awe.

Ning Fan sighed softly. He had just entered the imperial tomb and met Xi Lian by chance. At Xi Lian's invitation, he wanted to enter the Snow Lotus tribe to have a look, but he never thought that his arrival would scare this peaceful and peaceful tribe.

So he shook his head and said comfortingly,

"Don't worry, everyone. Ning just passed by the Snow Lotus tribe, had a glass of water and wine and left. He will never harm half of the lives of the Snow Lotus tribe."

Upon hearing that Ning Fan was just passing by the Snow Lotus Tribe and would not harm anyone, the Xisa clan leader relaxed slightly and said enthusiastically,

"Master Ning Xian has passed by my Snow Lotus Department, so he is a guest of my Snow Lotus Department. There are many good wines and meats in my Snow Lotus Department. Come here! Roast the fattest beef and mutton, and prepare the best Lotus wine to welcome you.

Great Immortal Master Ning!"

"Okay!"

The atmosphere couldn't help but become heated. Those Snow Lotus herdsmen who were originally afraid of Ning Fan's pulse-breaking cultivation now put down their fear a little and entertained Ning Fan with good wine and meat.

Ning Fan did not use any more cultivation skills, he did not want to scare these mortal undead.

There was no lofty behavior, just like a mortal, sitting quietly under the bonfire, eating meat, drinking wine, and laughing with the elders of the Snow Lotus Tribe.

Ning Fan is a monk who is well-informed. His conversational skills have impressed countless elders from the Snow Lotus Tribe.

His drinking capacity is extraordinary. There are many young warriors in the Snow Lotus tribe who compete with him, but no one can get Ning Fan drunk. As long as Ning Fan doesn't want to get drunk and his heart is not drunk, people will not get drunk. His drinking capacity is also impressive.

A young warrior.

Occasionally, several enthusiastic Hu girls invited Ning Fan to dance with them, but Ning Fan had no choice but to refuse. He did not know how to dance, but he then took over a herdsman's Qiang flute and played it to accompany the Hu girls.

The sound of the flute is simple and melodious, and what is simple is Ning Fan's heart.

The sound of the flute also contains an indelible sound of fighting and iron horses, which is the past killings that Ning Fan cannot erase in his lifetime.

His flute sound impressed countless girls from the Snow Lotus tribe, as well as the little girl from Xilian.

Many women with bright eyes looked secretly at Ning Fan, but Ning Fan turned a blind eye. He just raised his head and looked at the getting late sky, at the dusk, and at the bright moon rising in the night.

He put down the Qiang flute and practiced Taoism for more than forty years, but he was as lost as a dream.

Wandering in a foreign land with no branches to rely on, all the pursuits of a monk are like empty dreams and misty moons.

It was getting late, but the bonfire was even brighter.

Ning Fan seemed to have forgotten the noise in his ears. He closed his eyes, listened to the crackling of the flames in the bonfire, and recalled his life's past.

Fame and wealth are false, cultivation is false, power is false, beauty is false, good and evil are false, dreams are false, moonlight is false, these are all false, but what are they?

"What is virtual!"

Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an enlightened expression.

When he entered the imperial tomb, he originally wanted to explore the details of the imperial tomb, but he never expected that he would be surrounded by scenes of peaceful mortals in the Snow Lotus tribe, which would arouse his thoughts and enlightenment.

And this enlightenment turned out to be the enlightenment of the word "empty"!

Although he unexpectedly broke through the Wenxu level in the Star Palace, and although he was already a mid-stage barbarian demon comparable to Wenxu, he had never thought about the word "Xu" in detail.

The question he asked himself at this moment, "What is emptiness?" was exactly the question that all monks who peep into emptiness would ask their hearts before peeping into emptiness!

Once you clearly understand what emptiness is, you can have a glimpse of emptiness!

Once you have mastered the veins of emptiness, you can ask about emptiness!

If you step on the sea of ​​emptiness, you can conquer the emptiness!

If you are above the void, you can be too void!

Ning Fan suddenly smiled. It seemed that this time he entered the imperial tomb, and he could truly understand the true meaning of the word "Xu".

At this moment, he is just a wisp of his soul, with only one level of pulse-opening. But in the imperial tomb, if he goes all the way to make his soul reach the cultivation level of his body again, it will be a good opportunity to re-understand the path of cultivating demons.

While he was thinking this way, outside the Snow Lotus Tribe, there was suddenly the faint sound of horse hoofbeats, mixed in the night wind, and at least thousands of cavalry were rising up with a murderous intent.

The sound of the horse's hooves was very soft and far away, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but it could not be hidden from Ning Fan's ears.

Ning Fan put down the wine bottle and sighed softly. It seems that the Snow Lotus Tribe has encountered a great disaster. The discussion between the Xisa clan chief and the clan members today is probably related to this great calamity.

He hugged his fist to Chief Xisa and said goodbye, "Thank you very much, Chief Xisa for the wine. Ning Fan has something to do, so I'll take my leave."

The Xisa clan leader was startled and didn't understand why Ning Fan had to leave even though he was half drunk.

But of course he didn't dare to stop Ning Fan from staying or leaving. If Ning Fan wanted to leave, he would immediately take someone to see him off.

Ning Fan waved his hand, holding the Qiang flute presented by the Snow Lotus Division, and quietly disappeared into the night.

Xilian and many other girls from the Snow Lotus tribe looked at Ning Fan's thin back and sighed quietly, seeming to be moved by their girlish feelings.

It's just that Ning Fan can't leave a footprint for them, and he won't tell the Snow Lotus Department the purpose of leaving.

He wanted to kill people to eliminate enemy dangers for the Snow Lotus Tribe, and prevent the thousands of cavalry from slaughtering the Snow Lotus Tribe.

Thirty miles away from the Snow Lotus Department, at the foot of the Snow Mountain, a snow river left from the mountain, and on the bank of the river, there were nearly 5,000 finely decorated horsemen stationed here.

These five thousand Huqi were holding three big flags, namely the Ghost Wolf Tribe, the Xiao Lang Tribe, and the An Lang Tribe.

The reason why the five thousand Huqi from these three tribes appeared here has only one purpose, and that is to attack and kill the Snow Lotus tribe thirty miles away!

"Haha, I heard that the Snow Lotus tribe has many cattle and sheep, and there are also many women with fine skin and tender meat. Hehe, my three tribes will work together to annihilate the Snow Lotus tribe and divide those cattle, sheep, women, and slaves. How about!"

"good!"

Three tribal leaders were discussing the major matter of massacring the Snow Lotus Tribe. Suddenly, a sentinel spotted a young man in white walking towards them in the darkness.

Several scouts immediately bent their bows and set arrows, and shot at the young man in white who suddenly approached the army. The arrows whistled fiercely.

But before a few arrows could get close to the young man, the young man suddenly waved his sleeves, and all the arrows turned into ashes and disappeared.

The young man in white took one step forward and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"How is that possible?" Before the scouts could figure out the situation, suddenly a bloody hole as thick as a thumb appeared on each brow and forehead bone. Blood spattered into the sky. The horse fell off his horse and died.

Several sentries died so strangely!

hiss!

Several war horses neighed in fear, alarming five thousand horsemen!

"Who! Just charged into three of my armies, kill me as a sentinel!" a leader said angrily.

Ning Fan suddenly appeared, standing coldly in the night, blocking the way of the five thousand troops.

"Do you want to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe?" Ning Fan just asked lightly.

"So what? Do you want to single-handedly stand up for the Snow Lotus Tribe against my five thousand army?" the leader said disdainfully.

"Yes!" Ning Fan said indifferently.

"You alone?" A leader looked mockingly. In his opinion, Ning Fan's wish to fight against an army of 5,000 men by himself was a fool's errand.

"Why are you standing up for the Snow Lotus Tribe! How many cattle and sheep have the Snow Lotus Tribe given you? Beauty, I will give you double portions. You help us attack the Snow Lotus Tribe!" Another leader cautiously said. He saw several sentinels dying.

Weirdly, he was killed by Ning Fan almost instantly.

From this point of view, Ning Fan is very brave and has the value of recruiting.

""

Ning Fan didn't say anything more.

He neither cares about the ridicule of others nor will he be tempted by others.

He would rather kill someone without a reason or explanation!

If you must find a reason, then there is only one reason.

He kills people not for glory and wealth, but for a favor.

As soon as his figure flashed, Ning Fan raised his Qiang flute and activated the magic power of the first level of Pimai.
To be continued...