High Priest Zheng Chun sighed slightly, looking at the kings of the two brother clans in front of him with some disappointment, and the last hesitation and unbearability in his eyes disappeared, replaced by unprecedented firmness.

"Hah!"

"Haha!"

Instead of responding to King Wu and King Luo's questions, King Zhu looked back at his confidant and best friend and friend, the High Priest of Jinzhu, with a complicated smile on his face that could not tell whether he was happy or sad.

He slowly opened his arms, leveled over his shoulders, and said with a slightly desolate smile: "You see, they don't believe it. ”

"Just like 5,700 years ago, they still don't believe it!"

Hearing the words 'five thousand seven hundred years ago' from the mouth of the Bamboo King, the high priest Zheng Chun's expression was complicated, and the opposite King Wu and King Luo had an extremely bad premonition in their hearts at the same time.

Five thousand and seven hundred years ago, it was the three major tribes of Sashu, Luoju, and Wumi, who united with the traitors within Jinzhu, to overthrow the rule of Zhuwang Duotong and kill the father of the man in front of him!

At that time, the current King Wu was still young, and as for King Luo, he had just been born, and it had nothing to do with this matter.

Before making that plan, the kind-hearted Zheng Chun had also admonished the Bamboo King for the same reason.

The other party did not directly agree, but there was no veto.

Only three words were spoken: we'll see.

Now that he has walked and walked, he has seen it, but Zheng Chun's heart is only desperate.

Whether it is Wumi or Luoju, after an interval of 5,700 years, they changed dynasties and migrated all the way from the Cangwu Mountains to Kurosawa, but they still refused to believe that the Bamboo King with royal blood came from a foreign race.

Even if he is not the same Duotong he was 5,700 years ago!

"Die, die, die. Zheng Chun thought in his heart.

The Bamboo King turned around slowly, patted Chai Xingqian on the shoulder with a smile, and said extremely seriously: "What you can do is far more than you imagined." ”

For some reason, Chai Xingqi's eyes were a little moist.

This was the first time since he met the man in front of him that he felt that he was so sincere.

At this moment, Chai Xingqian suddenly felt that he should believe and could believe in this person.

"Hmm. ”

He nodded slightly, but did not speak again.

The Bamboo King shifted his gaze back to King Wu and King Luo, and smiled playfully: "I don't know the two, but do you remember the taste of the wolf sauce fruit when you were a child?"

King Luo didn't speak, wolfberry fruit, he did eat it, even in the process of fleeing, the four major tribes also brought a large amount of wolfberry sauce wine and dried wolfberry fruit from the ancestral land of Cangwu Mountain, and it was not until more than ten years later that they finished eating it one after another.

As the heir of the Luoju family, although he was young at that time, he also ate.

Among the four major tribes, the memories and legends about the goji sauce fruit have never stopped.

but

He was too young back then, many of his memories were blurred, and most of his impressions of the goji sauce fruit were in the stories passed down by the old people in the clan, and he didn't know what it tasted like and what it had to do with current events.

It's just that since the Bamboo King mentioned it at this moment, it should be inseparable from the retention of that bloodline.

As for the older Wu Wang, who had already begun to be governor at that time, his eyes were already shining at this moment, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Which wolf sauce fruit, right? Our pure-blood people, the key to the survival of the bloodline lies in the unique wolf sauce fruit of Cangwu Mountain, right?"

Without waiting for the Bamboo King to speak, King Nawu said excitedly: "I see, I see, no wonder our ancestors have lived in the Cangwu Mountains for generations, and there have never been problems in reproducing pure-blooded offspring, it turns out that it is because of the unique tree fruit of Cangwu Mountain, which can make up for the defects of our body!"

Having said that, whether it was King Wu or King Luo, when they looked at Chai Xingqi again, there was an eagerness that was difficult to hide.

When I first came here, there were some nostalgic old people who hoped to use the fruits of the tree they had preserved to plant the tree in Langjun Mountain and Yehe Mountain.

But every one of them failed.

After the people who were born here heard the story of the tree and the goji sauce, many people had the same idea.

The people on the side didn't say it, but they said that the high-level leaders of the major tribes present now had done such a thing when they were young.

Among them, King Wu, King Bamboo, and the older pure master, have tried more than 100 times, especially the pure master, who has lived for seven or eight thousand years, and the first two thousand years of his life have been spent in the Cangwu Mountains.

He had privately organized no less than 300 attempts, and even more than 100 times later, all of them were directly transplanted to the Leaky Moon Ping with roots and soil growing on Cangwu Mountain, and the tree did live for a while, but after a few years, it was still unaccustomed to the soil and water, and died.

Even now, the descendants of the three clans have never stopped trying to transplant the legendary tree.

Of course, except for the little-known Chai Xingqi in front of him, no one has ever succeeded.

Only by getting the young man in front of them and planting enough trees on their own territory can they completely get rid of the situation where it is becoming more and more difficult for pure-blood people to reproduce.

It's just that since this young man is from Jinzhu, there is obviously no reason to follow them.

Even if he was willing, the Bamboo King would definitely not agree.

Then, without using force, there are only two ways to retreat to the next best.

First, the people migrated and returned to Cangwu Mountain in the Southern Tang Dynasty

Ancestral land settlement.

Second, borrow someone from the Bamboo King.

It was not an easy task for the Ju clan to cross a distance of millions of miles and return to the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Although the Han Dynasty has fallen, and their enemies have also died, as for the descendants of those enemies, it is difficult to say whether they remember who they are, and naturally there is no big deal of grudges at all.

But the migration of the tribe means, first of all, that they have to give up what they have here, risk the unknown, travel millions of miles, and return to their homeland, in a completely unfamiliar place, to overturn everything and start over.

This is undoubtedly a difficult choice, and the problems and crises to be faced in the process may not be much easier than the present.

Therefore, it is obvious that it is much more cost-effective to borrow someone from the Bamboo King at some cost.

Although it is a little ugly to be so condescending, but the interests are at stake, and now, there is only one way to go to the bamboo king.

Thinking of this, King Wu and King Luo's faces squeezed out a flattering smile at the same time.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "One Inch of Mountains and Rivers" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~