Clay clay pots, new snow bamboo shoots, fragrant.

With a gentle blow from the Bamboo King, the fire was extinguished, and six or seven steaming golden shoots had been placed vertically in the new bamboo bamboo knots prepared in advance.

"Come, taste. ”

The middle-aged man picked up the bamboo tube containing the golden shoots and handed it to his daughter.

The girl's fingertips flashed with a white light, twisted one, squinted her eyes, and tasted it carefully, maybe the taste was too good, and there was a flush on Princess Yanqian's pretty face.

The bamboo king himself was not in a hurry to eat, but casually put the bamboo tube on the clean and snow-free ground by the fire.

"Canyon of the Pole, Valley of the Pole. ”

"It's not the right time for you to die. ”

The Bamboo King sat cross-legged in the snow, his left hand casually placed on his knee, and his thumb and index finger rubbed subconsciously.

After eating the golden shoots, Princess Yanqian did the same, and sat opposite her father through the extinguished red clay stove.

She put her chin on her hands and was bored in a daze, looking at her father in deep thought, and then turning her head with some curiosity and casting her eyes to the exhaust tunnel on the other side.

What's out there?

It's a question she's been wondering about for as long as she can remember.

"Where's the batch of dansha, did you send it?" said the Bamboo King abruptly.

"Nope. ”

Yan Qian said in a deep voice: "Most of the batch of dansha that our people brought was sold, but the recovered yuan liquid and various treasures were robbed halfway, and the dead and injured were all killed, and the batch of the Qianjiang Gang was not delivered. ”

The Bamboo King snorted coldly and said: "As soon as the Secret Valley is destroyed, no one will give us face anymore, it is normal for that batch of goods to be lost, as for this Qingcong, heh, even if he is willing to send things back, then Baiquan will not agree, this time, we can be regarded as a loss." ”

Yanqian quickly understood what her father meant.

It is said that beating a dog depends on the owner, and this dansha is originally a precious thing.

In the past, Yelang was covered by the Valley of the Extreme, and no one dared to touch their goods casually.

But now, the Valley of the Hidden Pole is gone, and the few big and small ones that the Yelang Dynasty is responsible for transporting Dansha don't even have a town and field, which is tantamount to a mortal swaggering through the market with a lot of gold, and it is a ghost not to be blackmailed.

As for the Baiquan of the Qianjiang Gang, his strength is already stronger than that of the Golden Bamboo King, although the other party has the holy weapon of the Jinzhu clan to protect it, if the goods are lost, on other people's territory, even if they hold the holy weapon, they may not be able to escape well, not to mention that the four major tribes of Yelang are such a treasure land containing a large amount of dansha, which is coveted by many people, if it is really for such a little dansha to leave the Jinzhu Palace, it is tantamount to losing the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds, and giving up the nest to others.

When the Valley of the Extremes was still there, the Bamboo King rarely left his one-third of an acre of land, and now that the Valley of the Extremes was gone, unless he decided to flee again in order to avoid the crises he might encounter in the future, he would have no reason to leave.

Yan Qian was a little angry

said: "So many things, so many lives, can't they just be taken away by them?"

The Bamboo King smiled lightly and patted his daughter on the shoulder, as the only heir of his Golden Bamboo King, Princess Yanqian has the purest and most noble bloodline in the whole Yelang, as well as the most beautiful appearance, but when it comes to starting children, it may be because she has no mother since she was a child, and she has been following her, but she is more manly.

"As a king, no, or just as an ordinary person, many times, no matter how much you lose on others, the next ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, sometimes even a lifetime can not be recovered, at this time, the only thing you can do is not to fight with the other party to the death, but to endure silently, try to protect yourself, only in this way, you can find the opportunity to settle accounts after the autumn, such an opportunity, even if you can never find it, it doesn't matter, after a long time, you will find that many things no matter how difficult it is, live and live, walk and walk, and it will pass。 ”

The Bamboo King's gaze was far away and his demeanor was peaceful, but Princess Yanqian saw a man's vicissitudes and helplessness from it.

The girl sighed softly, although her father was teaching herself at the moment, but in his heart, how could he forget the nightmare of blood and fire thousands of years ago between Shudong and Cangwu's homeland?

"Father," the girl was born in today's Golden Bamboo King City, and she had never seen the glory of Yelangxi, and she couldn't empathize with her father's sadness, but every time she saw such a god as the Bamboo King, the girl would feel a little distressed.

She tugged at her father's sleeve gently, "It's time for us to go, Wu Mi and Luo Ju's people should have arrived now." ”

"It's just in time!"

The Bamboo King sneered, and a golden light drew out from the pitch-black exhaust tunnel between his hands, turning from large to small, turning into a golden needle, and disappearing in the palm of his hand.

The three remaining tribes of Yelang are in the same spirit, and although there are few interactions in Pingli, it is also for the relationship between the villages and cities in the outside world, and it is not a new thing to occasionally communicate with each other.

Especially the high-level of the three clans, almost everyone has a wooden order to enter the territory of the other tribe, but they don't have to take the right path through the danger, as long as the wooden order opens the door, they can bring people in.

It's just that the battle outside the city today really made the Jinzhu people in the city mutter.

King Wu of Wumi and King Luo of Luoju came in person, and the two groups of masters added up to no less than five hundred.

Although people said that they were a team that came to give gifts, and they did carry a lot of gift boxes when they came, but this black and oppressive head and murderous battle didn't look like they were here to talk well.

It is said that the last time Wu Mi and Luo Ju sent a gift, the Bamboo King was invited back with a gift, and it was obvious that the king of the two clans wanted to ask the Bamboo King to do what he wanted to do.

Now that the second prince is here, and he has brought so many people, he obviously doesn't plan to go back so easily.

The city of Jinzhu Wangcheng has many mountains and a small population, and the original place where people live is relatively loose, on the mountainside, on the mountainside or at the foot of the mountain, by the river, and in the valley, except for the leakage

Except for all the pure-bloods living in the Yueping Bamboo Palace, the rest of the people can live wherever they want.

Therefore, the people of the Jinzhu tribe who lived on the mountainside near the city gate saw this scene from afar.

Clear-eyed people know in their hearts that Wu Mi and Luo Ju are afraid that this time they are not good.

It's just that no matter what, now that the three clans have not torn their faces, the kings of the two clans come in person, and there can be no negligence at all in terms of etiquette.

The Bamboo King is in the Fuyuan, and it will take a while to go to the people who are notified on the Leaky Moon Ping, and at this time, the high priest Chunshi, who happened to be outside, ordered the people to open the city gate, and he personally brought a group of golden bamboo masters to greet him.

Muling Nawumi and Luoju have people, this city gate, they just don't open it, the other party can also open it from the outside, it's better to be a smooth person, and it can also show the courage of Jinzhu's side.

Although the Yelang Alliance has collapsed, the only remaining clansmen of the three clans still regard themselves as countries, of course, even the Heize led by Lin Xizhen is not recognized by the dynasty on the mainland, and the so-called country China in this Heize is just the Yelang people deceiving themselves.

Of course, even if Yelang is arrogant and self-deceiving, the three major tribes of Yelang still retain the official system of the Yelang Alliance monarchs and ministers thousands of years ago.

It is not difficult to understand that the so-called monarch naturally refers to the sovereign.

And the minister here refers to the officials in the tribe who deal with military and political affairs.

The craftsman does not refer to the craftsman as people often say, but the official who is in charge of the tribal economy and guides production.

As for the teacher, it refers specifically to sacrifice, and in each tribe, there are only one or two priests, passed down from generation to generation, and their strength varies from strength to strength, but their status in the Yelang tribe is only lower than that of the lord and the king.

Therefore, at the moment, the priest Chunshi led a group of ministers and craftsmen to greet him, although the effect was not as good as that of the Bamboo King himself, but it was not rude.

After all, among the four Yalang tribes, Jinzhu is the nominal lord of the other three tribes, and as the priest of Jinzhu, the status of a pure master is not lower than that of the two kings.

Moreover, as the assistant and most powerful henchman of the Bamboo King, the pure master knows the direction of the entire golden bamboo and the plan of the Bamboo King, and even many of the things are made by him, although this is beyond the authority of his priest, but people, many times it is only about ability, as long as you have this ability, even if you don't sit in the position of those ministers, you can still meddle in many things.

This is the reason why in the history of many dynasties, there have been things such as eunuchs interfering in politics or court ladies hanging curtains.

In a sense, he knew much more than Yan Qian, the daughter of the Bamboo King.

Therefore, he knew in his heart that today's things could not be good at all.

As soon as the door opened, the Martial King who was outside strode up, he opened his strong arms, and directly gave the pure master a bear hug: "Haha, Zheng Chun, the two of us haven't seen each other for some years, right?"

The martial king's laughter was hearty, and the god was sincere, and from his top, the pure master couldn't even see the slightest flaw.

But he knows that don't look at the two of them talking and laughing now

Okay, if you start to do it later, the other party won't tolerate it at all.

Zheng Chun smiled and said: "Isn't it? A few years ago, I took a picture when I met Lord Lin Xizhen in Meifeng, and now, it has been seven years, right?

"The situation in the clan is getting earlier and earlier, and there are fewer and fewer free times, and I can't even squeeze out much time for cultivation when I'm so busy, so naturally I don't have time to run around!" These words perfectly answered the question of the pure master, but the person who spoke was not King Wu, but King Luo from Luoju.

The smile on Zheng Chun's face was even worse, but there was a trace of imperceptible murder in his heart.

King Luo's words meant something, others couldn't understand it, but he heard it clearly.