A tribal gathering, where the hearts of the clansmen want, has been clearly divided between Zalai Lao and Mo Qigong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the meeting was over, the crowd was almost astigmatized, but the old man was not in a hurry to leave, but just sent away a few men who were willing to follow him, and beckoned to the back of the tree, and the stupid boy Erjiang flashed out from behind the tree and walked back to him.

At this time, the surroundings were empty, and the two of them no longer paid attention to them, so they began to talk head to head. The bonfire was blazing, reflecting their strange expressions, and the two faces, one fat and one thin, looked very eerie and terrifying.

They thought that their voices were small enough for others to hear, but they didn't know that there was a Jiluo Liuxian who could hear even the whispers of flies clearly hidden on their heads.

Elder Zalai first scolded angrily: "You pig brain! I have cultivated you for so many years, and I want you to be my helper, why don't you just go to the scene and talk nonsense in front of so many people?"

Er Jiang looked aggrieved and pleaded: "Oh, old patriarch, I originally had good intentions and wanted to help you! That Mo Qigong is now gaining more and more prestige in the Kunming tribe, and even people in Sichuan have begun to hear about his name, but you are getting old and about to set in the western mountains." I'm worried, he can snatch your position as the patriarch in every minute!"

"You...... Stinky boy, do you never speak too much? Dare to use the sunset to describe your father?" The old man taboo the word "death", and he was even more annoyed when he heard it, and slapped it in the middle of Erjiang's head, which was not small, and it hurt him to grin.

Elder Zalai let him be a strange person, and he continued: "Boy, let me tell you, I have raised you at home for more than 20 years, and I have been planning hard outside for more than 10 years, in order to prevent the fat shortage of this patriarch's successor from flowing into other people's fields. Since you were a child, I have taught you by hand, hoping that when you grow up, you will become a great weapon and take responsibility, but you are in your twenties, why haven't you grown at all? Shame on me! You are like this, even if you become a patriarch in the future, how can you make people obey you?"

Er Jiang heard the greed in his eyes, but after thinking about it carefully, he showed no confidence at all, and hung his head helplessly and said: "Daddy, Er Jiang knows everything you said, but what can I do? That Mo Qigong is like knowing magic, as long as he opens his mouth to speak, he can attract others to follow him." Everyone only believes him, but not me, and I don't understand what these people are thinking, what can they do?"

Hearing that he was reasonable, Zalai couldn't think of a good idea for a while, so he could only sigh and say: "In any case, I am obedient to this Tang Dynasty, and we have to show him some color for those who are not obedient!"

Er Jiang was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Dad, do you already have a plan?"

Knowing that there was no one around, Zarai Lao still looked around vigilantly, and then lowered his voice, "Let me tell you, Yunqing, the ghost king of the ghost clan, has now arrived in Dali. She made up her mind that this time she must find the Bearded Protoss to regain the Ghost King's Seal. Originally, this matter was not a big problem, but who knew that running out of a duan flute in the middle of the road became our biggest stumbling block. In order to get rid of him, I have quietly used the unique way of sending letters from our Kunming tribe to convey the mountain language and lead him to Wuyingxi. Shadowless Creek, what kind of place do you think it is? So many people have died over the years, even if an immortal comes, he may not have the ability to escape. What if Duan Xiao is an immortal, it's hard to say that the ghost king has been in an ambush in the dark for a long time, and he has already been killed!" )