"Mr. I said before that the world outside is big." Kowloon Angde answered quietly, like a student who answered the teacher's question, respectfully and obedient: "It's many times bigger than our Shimenfan."

Changsun Hong smiled and pointed at the mountains that were entering the clouds in front of him: "These mountains have protected Shimenfan and allowed you to reproduce here for thousands of years without foreign enemies or invasions, without the concern of powerful enemies, natural harmony, life is simple but happy."

"But the mountains also block your vision and confuses your state of mind, like a frog watching the sky in a well---do you still remember the allusion I told?"

Kowloon Ande nodded: "Remember, it means a leaf is blocked and Yelang is arrogant."

"Yelang is a little arrogant, and it's almost like a leaf is blocking his eyes." Changsun Hong was very satisfied with Jiulong's answer and continued: "Retreat and self-defense can keep a temporary peace, but it is inevitable that he will be self-confidence and lag behind the world. The times are progressing and civilization is developing. He lives by his ancestors and lives without making progress. He will sooner or later be a second-generation ancestor. He will be broken into his home by enterprising others, take away valuable things from Shimenfan and smash his family. Just like in Dali today, a group of incompetent descendants do not think about how to open up the territory of Xinjiang and carry forward the ancestral property, but he is obsessed with internal struggles, giving us great opportunities."

This passage is a bit long, and Kowloon didn't speak for a long time. It was probably digesting the contents. After a moment, he slowly said: "Mr. I have taught me before that people outside have many very good inventions, many smart geniuses, and their talents. No one here can catch up with them. The food they grow can't be eaten in a hundred years, and the money in their warehouse can't be spent in a hundred years. The life outside is beautiful and rich, so I thought, sir, why do they still have to fight? Isn't it good to live well?"

"Because there are robbers, Jiulong, robbers are very powerful." Changsun Hong sighed and said, "In a sense, we are also robbers in Dali. We want to break in, seize the throne of their emperor, and rob their palace. When we move in, we are considered robbers. Do you want to be robbers?"

Jiulong shook his head and smiled suddenly.

Changsun Hong asked him strangely: "Why are you laughing at?"

Kowloon said: "Mr. Changsun will not take us to be robbers, you are a good person."

"Oh, how can I see it?" Changsun Hong asked with a smile.

"In the past ten years you have been to Shimenfan, you have taught us to read, teach us to read, and let us know that the world outside the mountain is so vast and colorful; you have opened up a commercial road, sold the tea products in the mountains, exchanged them for salt and babupi, and made Shimenfan rich; you have also set up a clinic to treat sick people and get medicine, so that we will no longer be trapped by the disease." Jiulong Ande's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Changsun Hong's back with great respect: "It is because of you, my father said before he died that you are a great charity and a god descended from heaven. How could the god be a robber? My father is a knowledgeable person. He will not misjudgment the position of the patriarch to you."

Jiulong's words were sincere and humble, and sincere. Changsun Hong couldn't help but turn around and looked at the barbarian man who was one head taller than himself, and said sincerely: "Jiulong... You are right. We are not going to be robbers. Bandits will only destroy them. We are different. We need to build and develop. Shimenfan is our home. In the future, Dali will be. Don't worry, except for those who hinder us, I will not kill a commoner."

Kowloon Ande lowered his head and bowed, "Mr. I have also said that killing is not cruel, on the contrary, being kind to the enemy is cruel to himself. Death is inevitable in war. I, Kowloon Ande, swore that Kowloon Ande will never be lenient if the sir wants to kill!"

"Everyone in Shimenfan is like my family. I will not let your hands stick to blood that shouldn't have." Changsun Hong turned around and looked at the clouds among the mountains again. The fog in the tropical rainforest climate lingers on the top of the mountain, making it impossible to see how high the mountain is: "We will go out sooner or later, and then you will see the real robbers, our swords, which are prepared for that moment."

Kowloon Ande didn't say anything this time, but just answered with a firm "Yeah".

Changsun Hong stared at his eyes in the distance and gradually narrowed into a slit, as if he wanted to gather his eyes and see through the mystery in the distance.

As he looked at him, he said to himself: "Gouzi, this guy, I've come back so late. Has the Mongolian Tartars entered Sichuan? There's not much time left... there's really not much."

...

Dali City, the capital of Dali Kingdom, also known as Vajra City, was expanded by Duan Siping, the founding monarch of Dali, on the basis of the original Taihe City of Nanzhao. The city was built on the mountain and was built around a hill that was not very high. The highest point in the city is the magnificent Dali imperial city. The imperial city is divided into the inner and outer, the inner city is the imperial city on the outer side, and the outer city is the imperial city on the outside. On the side of the palace city, there is also a Heding Temple where emperors of all dynasties became monks after abdicated.

From a distance, a mountain city rises from the ground between the mountains and the waters. The green mountains and the magnificence of the city complement each other. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Compared with the 36 barbarian Muzhai, this place is extremely majestic.

Dali worships Buddhism, and there are more than ten Buddhist temples in one city. Therefore, there is a saying that "one city and half monks" is said. The residents and people are influenced by Buddhism and think of goodness. The various ethnic groups are integrated together. It is very natural and there is no external racial revenge and confrontation.

In this environment, it was very reasonable to hold a string of Buddhist beads in his hand when the Dali king Duan Zhixiang met his son.

The hall was burned with precious Tubo sandalwood. The faint fragrance filled the hall and smelled it into the nose, making people immersed. The fragrance could reach the lungs and leaves the internal organs submerged in the faint smell, leaving all worries behind.

But Duan Zhixiang did not.

He was very nervous, his hands holding the Buddhist beads were shaking. He forced himself to suppress them, trying his best to release the tension in the Buddha's rolling.

"He didn't see it?" he asked, "That evil man, he didn't see through you, right?"

"I believe that's not. My son is very steadily and deals well with it. He shouldn't be able to see it." Duan Xiangxing replied in a deep voice. He was much calmer than his father.

"That's good, that's good." Duan Zhixiang patted his chest and said angrily: "That evil man is extremely smart and scheming. I am very worried that he will see through you and ruin a big deal!"

The two sat opposite each other on both sides of the imperial case, with two teacups on the case, and no one else was there.

"The father has sent the letter of help from the Song Dynasty, right? Although the Huazhu Department and the Nalou Department agreed to send troops to help, the Shimenfan army has been in great strength in recent years. My sons are worried that they may not be able to withstand Changsun Hong. If something goes wrong, we will have no way out." Duan Xiangxing whispered, and he swept away his timid look in front of Changsun Hong, with high crowns and gorgeous clothes, and a righteous manner. The prince of a country is prominent and grand.

"I have been sent out long ago. In order to prevent accidents, I took Guangnan Road and sent it directly to Lin'an." Duan Zhixiang counted the Buddhist beads, his body obviously relaxed a lot, and even smiled: "Fortunately, I have been in good faith with the Song Dynasty over the years and paid tribute every year, otherwise they would probably not pay attention to us."

"Father, wise. In this way, when the Song Dynasty has an echo, we can do it. This time, we can kill two birds with one stone, which can remove the arrogant Gao family and remove the thorn in Shimenfan's eye. Although Dali is lonely in the southwest, we can also breathe a breath of turbid air and relies on the heroic spirit of Duan family!" Duan Xiangxing also smiled, raised his cup, and greeted his father.
Chapter completed!