The funerals of Zalai Lao and Erjiang were held in the clearing in the forest where they had gathered their people for a meeting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the funeral, as Ling Xuanluo expected, the clansmen passed a resolution without discussion, electing Mo Qigong as the new patriarch of the Yunnan branch of the Kunming tribe.

Mo Qigong suddenly took over the scepter of Zalai Lao, which can be described as unprepared, but it can be regarded as expected. In fact, whether this patriarch does it or not, as he himself said, does not care. But whatever can benefit the people, no matter what his status, he will do his best.

However, he has always been hidden in his heart, and his truest wish is to lead his clan to follow Duan Xiao and help him rebuild his homeland in Mengxi. Since Ling Xuanluo had been with the little prince, he told him this idea, hoping to connect with Duan Xiao through him.

Ling Xuanluo was a little embarrassed at this time.

When Duan Xiao sets out to find the vanished ancient road, he will definitely encounter countless difficulties and obstacles. Even if he didn't say it explicitly, Ling Xuanluo knew that he didn't want anyone to get involved before the matter was completed, let alone such a famous border tribe.

So he thought about it for a while, and thought that it would be better not to reveal Duan Xiao's plan for the time being, so he politely informed that the little prince was currently going to Mengxi alone, and his specific whereabouts were unknown. Once there is news and you need help, you will be informed.

Mo Qigong was full of fists, but when he got such an answer, he was inevitably disappointed. He secretly thought that the tribal network in Kunming was so huge, and it was easy to inquire about a person's whereabouts, so why didn't he take action on his own? As long as he found the whereabouts of the little prince, he could take refuge.

Ling Xuanluo couldn't guess his mind, but remembering the Tang Dynasty's appeasement, he hurriedly repeated Duan Xiao's original words to him, and when he heard it, he immediately fell into deep thought.

Returning to the Tang Dynasty is the last wish of Zalai Lao. Even if this old man has selfish intentions and tries to use this opportunity to consolidate his power and hit him hard, there is no lack of elements for the sake of the happiness of his clan.

From this level, although he hated Zalai Lao, in order to let his clan end the days of eating and sleeping in the deep mountains and old forests, with tigers and wolves as his companions, whether he accepted it or not, he could not act rashly because of personal grievances. If it is better to accept appeasement, why not do it?

Zalai Lao died suddenly, such a large tribe, and could not be left without an owner for a day, so the patriarch took over the ceremony, followed by the funeral.

After the ceremony was completed, the clansmen departed one after another. Mo Qigong led a few of his subordinates to say goodbye to Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun, and it was difficult to give up.

This honest man, who doesn't know how to speak politely, can only ask again and again that when the Central Plains War is over, they must come to Yunnan again as a guest, and then he will kill cattle and sheep, and serve high-quality rice wine, and treat the two well.

After exchanging words of blessing, Mo Qigong also took his people away, and the woods seemed even quieter.

Ling Xuanluo stood in front of the small grave bag in Erjiang, tears rolling in his eyes. He sprinkled the wine first, worshiped again, and then took out the immortal lingzhi from his arms, and kept imagining in his mind how happy Er Jiang would be when he learned that the Gu poison on his body could be cured. But now, he doesn't need the antidote anymore.

Ling Xuanluo held the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand lonely, passed the Zen power over his palm, rubbed it, and when the palm was spread out again, the Ganoderma lucidum had been kneaded into powder. With the two fingers of his other hand, he pointed at the powder, which burned into a pale blue flame that quickly burned out. He looked up at the sky, hoping that the heavenly spirits of Erjiang would receive his sacrifice.

Standing in front of the grave, he suddenly felt that someone had patted him on the shoulder, and when he turned his head, it was Jiang Nanjun.

"Xuanluo, since the person is gone, you mourn, at least you have done your best to him, he must be able to perceive it. Jiang Nanjun comforted him.

He nodded sadly and muttered, "Everything in Yunnan is over, it's time for us to set off and return to Jiluo Mountain." ”

(To be continued.) )