Ling Xuanluo followed the tribesmen in the dense forest and came to an open field. www.biquge.info In order to avoid being discovered, he hid from a big tree, and happened to see the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, and a majestic old man sitting next to the bonfire.

The old man's face was withered, the ravines were criss-crossed, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be arrogant, slanting at the crowd of people, without saying a word.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the man was almost there, he stood up with his hard beast head crutches, shaking his two thin legs, and wanted to step on a big rock, but his body shook twice, as if he was about to fall. Seeing this, a short and round young man beside him hurriedly came over to help.

The old man stood firm on the stone, cleared his throat, and spoke condescendingly: "My Kunming tribe has a history of thousands of years since its establishment. Although the tribe has a huge lineage, it has always lived a life in the deep mountains and old forests, where tigers and wolves live in its nests. Now we have finally waited for a good opportunity, the Central Plains Imperial Court, to appease us, and from then on we will rely on the tree of the Tang Dynasty and live a good life. This is a happy event, but it is not a coincidence. I recently received news that Duan Xiao, the little prince of the old Daguang Kingdom, has returned, and the purpose of his return is to rebuild his homeland. This news is earth-shattering, and it is directly related to the future fate of my entire clan, so I have summoned you branch leaders to come over today to hear your opinions, which side should we stand on? ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the crowd immediately exploded, and hundreds of strong men began to talk about it. There were many people talking, and everyone had their own opinions, so they had to fight on the basis of reason, and they were soon divided into two factions.

The old man returned to the gloomy demeanor he had just had, and let the men argue with red faces, and no longer spoke on crutches, waiting for them to come to a result, and then someone would answer him as a representative.

It didn't take long for a bearded man dressed in a leopard skin to step forward, leaning against the bonfire and asking, "Elder Zarai, you can't be mistaken, right?" Duan Xiao, the little prince of Daguang Kingdom, broke off the father-son relationship with his father and son hundreds of years ago and went to the Central Plains to cultivate immortals. It is said that he has now cultivated to the level of staying immortals and helped the immortal clan to guard Heng Mountain! For no reason, how can you come back when you say it's back? ”

Old Zalai stroked his beard, shook his head at the man, and said, "Mo Qigong, Duan Xiaowangye's past, as you said, lived the life of a full five hundred immortals in the Central Plains. But the world is changing, he has been wandering outside for so long, and one day he will have the heart to return home, what is there to make a fuss about? Besides, what I got was not gossip, but what Lancang God told me personally, you say this can be fake? ”

"Huh? The news of the little prince's return to Yunnan was released by the Lancang God? That shouldn't be fake! When the people heard this, they exchanged words again.

Mo Qigong heard that Zalai Lao moved out of the Lancang God, and no longer doubted it, and replied: "Okay, if this is really what the Lancang God said, then nine times out of ten it is true. Back then, King Daguang Duan was notorious in the Central Plains, just because he had caused too many killings on the poison path of Shu, so that all the major factions in the Central Plains regarded him as an enemy, and even sent people to Yunnan from time to time to carry out assassination plans. But for us mourners, which ancestor has not received his favor? If it weren't for him, I'm afraid that a third of these people here would not have a chance to carry on their children to this generation. King Duan's kindness to the mourners is difficult to describe in a word. Han people often say that drinking water should think of the source, and what I mean by Mo Qigong is that no matter how much shade the Tang tree can give us, we can't forget where our own roots are born. If the little prince wants to rebuild his homeland, I, Mo Qigong, will be the first to go with him! (To be continued.) )