People have no foresight, but they must have near-term worries.

As the patriarch, he has been in charge of the wind department for decades, and has also encountered several man-made disasters and natural disasters, which almost caused the wind department to fall into a catastrophe, because he has a wide range of knowledge, he has learned a wealth of experience from his father, plus he often puts the treasure book handed down by his ancestors on his body, often reviews it, and more importantly, his wisdom and sensitivity, avoiding disasters in the past.

In fact, the style psychology is clear, and the people of Wufu who can keep the wind department prosperous, stable, and free from external invasion basically rely on the fairy-like wise man --- Wurong wise man.

No one can tell how old he is, according to the ancestors of the style, the Urong Wise has lived here since the ancestors of the Wind Department inadvertently broke into the canyon, and can also be called aborigines.

For nearly a thousand years, the wise man of Wurong has always been a black robe, wearing a gray hat, and a pair of grass-yellow straw sandals on his feet, his eye sockets are deep-set, his eyes are gray and black, like a deep pool where there is no bottom, the folds on his cheeks are like a deep valley, and his skin is as rough as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and he lives on a big tree hundreds of meters high all the year round, no one has ever been to his residence, and from below, a shack formed naturally by the trunk and leaves can be faintly seen, which is the holy place of the wind department. He knows everything, knows everything, can see the six ways, listen to the eight directions, can know things outside the territory, can predict the changes in the world, encounter major events, the style always thinks of the Wurong wise man first, and the wise man also seems to be able to predict it, every time he will wait for the arrival of the style under the big tree, waiting for his advice, and the wise man has long known the questions he asked, giving the style a feeling of enlightenment.

In recent decades, the wise man of Urong has been constantly worried, and his face is often covered with gloomy clouds, as if he feels something, so he sends a prince to the outside world each time, according to him, to find a way out for the wind department.

In recent decades, natural disasters have been increasing, with high temperatures, droughts, torrential rains, and strong winds ravaging the canyon from time to time, and the climate is deteriorating and intensifying. Wise Men of Urong tried to find the mechanism in charge of climate change to save the wind in the canyon, but with little success, they all ended in failure, until one day a few years ago, he re-entered the sacrificial cave and disappeared there, never to be found again. The clansmen are all over the clouds, and the wise man of Wurong is an immortal, and he must have gone through the secret passage in the cave to find a way to rescue the descendants of the wind department.

Thinking of this, the style sighed, feeling that the burden on his body was a thousand catties, pressing on his old and thin body, and he could only maintain it carefully, waiting for the return of the wise man.

For the patriarch style, in charge of a radius of eighty kilometers of chassis, there is a river, the population is about thousands, hundreds of horses, countless mountains and forests, and crops, hundreds of years in the mountains, he can no longer remember his exact age, his head is intelligent, wise, and has a strong acuity, especially for outsiders, there is a natural rejection mentality, which is his habit for decades, that is, not to trust anyone, cautious, careful, like walking on thin ice, and then, still careful, cautious.

Standing in the house on a tree, with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at the mountains through the blue window lattices covered with vines.

"What has Liu Feng done lately?"

"Back to the sect master, there is nothing abnormal, just walk around, look at the mountains, play in the water, do some scientific investigations, and record them in the notebook. Wind and Frost, who was standing behind him with his head bowed, replied softly.

"Play with water, play with water......" The cockatoo with its paws hooked to a wooden stick coaxed, and his voice was sharp and bright.

"Have you read the things in the notebook?"

"I've seen it, I've drawn some lines, and I guess it's the route he's going to take to get out. Frost walked over to Style, stretched out his finger, and gestured a few times.

"Hehe, I still want to go out, I think it's too beautiful. Style coughed a few times, his chest fell together, and he gasped for a few breaths.

"Sect Master, you mean, leave him here. ”

"Yes, if he leaves the canyon, he will bring us trouble, and the people outside are terrible. The only people who can get out of here are their own people!"

"Well, Sect Master, you're thinking about your son again, aren't you?"

"Yes, I don't miss him all the time, he was sent outside by the Wise Man of Wurong when he was seven years old. And my poor grandson, who had just been born, was also sent away by him. Style wiped a handful of cloudy tears from his eye sockets, "It's all worth it, they're looking for a way out for the survival of our wind department." Style clenched his hands into fists and waved them in the air.

"Sect Master, is the words of the Wise Man of Wurong credible?"

"The wise man has no doubt, and he is absolutely credible. ”

"Credible, credible......" The cockarot stood on the edge of the stick, tilting its head to look at the two of them, with a serious face, repeating the words of its master.

"What else did Liu Feng do?"

"Nothing else, just chat with Feng Yang often. ”

"Wind sheep?"

"Yes, Sect Master. ”

"You better be careful, the wind sheep is a wall-to-wall grass who likes to take advantage of small things, and will tell the secrets of our canyon. ”

"Yes, Sect Master. However, even if they reached the back mountain, without the divine power of the wise man of Wurong, it would be impossible for anyone to leave here. ”

"It is a sacred place of our own clan, and it is not allowed to be desecrated by outsiders!

"Do the holy thing. Wind and Frost turned around, walked to the door, followed the trunk of the tree, jumped down, jumped to the ground, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.