Dunzhu and his companions were quick to serve hot tea and a large plate of boiled beef.

The light brown tea is mixed with the fragrance of milk, and in this cold and snowy night, the wisps of mist rise to bring out an inexplicable warmth, and the smell is more and more fragrant.

The teacups and plates are rough in style, the wooden surface is painted with a layer of reddish-black lacquer, and the door is painted with a small but very simple geometric pattern.

Shen Nishang took a sip of hot tea in her cup, the taste was not very accustomed, but it was very warm to drink.

Ling Fei also took a sip, and took the initiative to take a piece of beef, paused after taking a bite, and then continued to chew slowly and quietly.

Luo Cai saw that Ling Fei seemed to be eating deliciously, so he also grabbed a piece of beef to nibble, and seemed to choke after taking a bite.

The meat is salty and has an astringent bitter taste...... It's so unpalatable!

Luo Cai had an expression of wanting to vomit but not vomiting.

The second patriarch raised his eyelids, looked at Luo Cai's expression and showed a gentle smile: "But you can't get used to it?"

Glancing at Ling Fei, Luo Cai swallowed the meat and pulled out a smile: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Neglecting your guests. The second patriarch smiled, "Your tongue is fine, no rougher than our Snow Clan's tongue, if you can't get used to it, don't force it, drink more tea." ”

While the two were talking, Shen Nishang also took a small piece of beef and tasted it, and sure enough, the beef was actually salty and tender, and the problem should be the seasoning.

"Your ......" Bian Yu stopped halfway through speaking, and Shen Nishang turned his head and asked Luo Cai in Middle-earth dialect, "How do you say 'salt' and 'bitterness'?"

Luo Cai was stunned for a moment and said quickly.

The two of them on the opposite side were connected to the three young snow clans next to the fire, all looking at Shen Nisheng.

Shen Nishang turned his head as if nothing had happened after asking for advice: "Your salt is mixed with other things, so it tastes bitter and astringent, although these things are not too toxic, but eating too much is not good for your health." ”

"Nonsense!" the second patriarch didn't speak, but the elders on the side suddenly sank their faces, "The snow salt is given by the snow god, and our snow clan has been fine for three hundred years, even if you bring the relics of Gongga, you can't be disrespectful to the snow god!"

"Gatso!"

The second patriarch called out in a steady voice: "The guests are well-intentioned, and they are not young, so they are good to speak." ”

Shen Nishang was a little surprised, she just said something ordinary, but she didn't expect the other party to react so much.

The elder respectfully replied "yes" to the two patriarchs, but his wrinkled eyebrows did not loosen, obviously unhappy with Shen Nisheng's words.

"I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing?" Shen Nishang asked quietly.

"I don't blame the guests, it's Gatso who thinks too much. The second patriarch smiled slightly, his eyes were still thinking, but there was only this one sentence, nothing else.

Sai Gelang glanced at the two of them, took out a pen and paper and wrote a sentence, and pushed it in front of the old man in white.

The second patriarch looked down at the content on the paper, paused for a moment and raised his head, staring at Sai Gelang with a little deep eyes, and slowly said in a deep voice for a while: "It is said that among the eighteen clans, the Xiang clan is the leader, and the ghost people are secondary-this is really true." ”

The elder Gyatso on the side couldn't help but look at the pamphlet.

As soon as I saw it, my expression was stunned!

There is only one question on it: "The Snow Clan wears the snow cow three-bone chain as the patriarch and the five-bone chain as the priest, why is it a two-bone chain?"

Segoron calmly took back the pamphlet and placed it in front of him.

Shen Nishang and Luo Cai also saw the content above, and they were also slightly stunned after seeing it clearly, and they all raised their eyes and looked at the chest of the white-clothed old man of the Snow Clan opposite.

The white bone chain hanging from the other party's chest was indeed only two circles.

The expressions of the two parties have changed.

No one spoke again for a while.

After a long time.

"The guests came from thousands of miles away, and they also brought the relics of Gongga, and I should have agreed to the guests' requests. The second patriarch smiled suddenly, and the next moment he finally spoke, and there seemed to be a sigh-like smile on his wrinkled face, "It's a pity that I really can't agree." Wear two bone chains...... Because I'm not the true patriarch of the Snow Clan, I can get the Snow Lotus Seed, but the Holy Lotus Seed that the guests need is not in my hands—"

"Second Patriarch—" Elder Gatso suddenly stopped him!

"Gatso, I know what to expect. The second patriarch raised his hand and waved it, "I asked you to call me 'Second Patriarch', that's because I am not the real patriarch, you know this, I know, there is nothing that cannot be said." They sent back Gonggar's relics, perhaps by providence. When it comes to true benefactors and friends, we Snow Clan should not tell lies. ”

Elder Gatso stopped, his face was obviously disapproving, but he finally endured it, and only turned his head to look at Shen Nishang and the others on the opposite side with a wary face.

The words of the two old men of the Snow Clan revealed a lot of information, but they made people more puzzled.

Not a real patriarch?

Snow Lotus Seeds?

Not in his hands?

Shen Nishang thought for a moment.

"Isn't there a sacrificial pool over there, there is Xuan Bing in it, so the Holy Snow Lotus should have been in it in the first place, right?" Luo Cai asked suspiciously, "What does the Snow Lotus Seed mean, isn't it the Holy Lotus Seed?"

"How can the Snow Lotus Seed be the Holy Lotus Seed!" Elder Gatso snorted.

Luo Cai saw that Gyatso didn't wait to see his side, so he didn't force himself to go up to beg for disgust, and directly turned to the second patriarch of Whitebeard, and said: "The Eighteen Border Clans are originally the same family, even if they are separated for three hundred years, they shouldn't be like this, we ask for the Holy Lotus Seed is indeed to save our lives, and we are not outsiders here-"

"This little girl is from Middle-earth, and she is also a girl in a neon dress, I can vouch for it. Luo Cai pointed at Erya, withdrew his hand, and looked at Ling Fei again, "As for our brother, Dunzhu must have also mentioned it to the second patriarch." It was his great-grandfather who married Gongga on the shore of Lake Tsowenbu, and we dug people out from under the ice of Tianzhu Mountain a few days ago, and now the remains of people are still resting on the other side of the river, and we have handed over all the relics to you. We are all border tribesmen, and we know that you can't trust the people of Middle-earth, but people have abandoned their families and children for your Snow Clan, and even gave up their lives, can't you still trust the descendants of other people? Don't say half of it, since you want to say it, you might as well say it all, what should we do We will measure ourselves, and we will not embarrass you, how about it?"

Luo Cai spoke quickly, Ling Fei seemed to hear the mention of himself, raised his head and glanced at the opposite side, and on the way to retract his gaze, he stopped for a moment in Shen Nisheng's hand holding the teacup, and his eyes shrank suddenly, but in just a breath, his expression was soon blocked by the drooping eyelids.

"Can't you trust them?" the second patriarch spoke, his afterglow swept in Ling Fei's direction, looked at Shen Nishang and looked at Shen Nishang for a few moments, and said, "If you can trust it, Fang Cai won't let the two of them avoid it?" [.]