Perhaps, at this time, he should go back to Xueling Mountain, and it is only serious to retreat for a thousand thousand years, but it is undoubtedly inappropriate to retreat at this time, and there are still many things waiting to be solved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a few days of flying, there was still no shadow of the group of Fusang, and sure enough, they had migrated and were not in their original area.

Dongli followed him unhurriedly, unhurriedly, but kept being amazed at the vastness and remoteness of this place.

"Much more than the Evil Spirit Realm! It's incredible, the enchantment of the Ziwu Emperor is really extraordinary. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ling turned his face to look at her, and suddenly had the urge to say to her, "Emperor Ziwu is your father", but when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he still swallowed back, and he didn't know why he didn't spit it out in time, now her physical obstacle has been completely cleared, and she has the huge inheritance power of Ziwu and Qinghua in her body, and she is fully capable of self-protection, even if the whole world knows that she is the legacy of Ziwu, I am afraid that few people can please her hands, but he still decided to keep it secret for the time being.

Speeding up, Mo Ling saw that Dongli was following very smoothly, so he increased his speed, expanded the search area, and probed around with his divine sense, hoping to get a response from the Fusang clan.

Finally, a month later, his consciousness was blocked by the same level as the previous one.

He immediately stopped in mid-air, carefully discerning the direction where his divine sense was blocked, and then led Dongli straight to that direction.

As a result, he was forced to stop halfway, and the Fusang tribe that he had seen in the pictures of ancient historical books stood alive in front of his eyes, not just one, but a group.

Dongli was at a loss for a while in the face of such a scene, this is different from the evil spirit world back then, those evil spirits are inherent and have always existed, but the Fusang clan is not, it is more like appearing out of thin air, which makes her feel caught off guard, even if she has made more psychological expectations before.

But at a loss, the eyes and ears are still sensitive, and a group of Fusang people on the opposite side stood in a triangular team, at the front was a rather old-looking Fusang, looking at his position, it seemed that the soul of the team was, at this time he was holding his arms crossed, his eyes fluttered on Mo Ling's face, and then fell to her, and did not move away.

Not only this old Fu Sang, but most of the people of the same clan behind him were also looking at her, Dongli blinked, and some couldn't understand the meaning in their eyes, because there was no emotion in it, let alone the so-called obsession and coveting, at most it was just scrutiny.

Seeing this situation, Mo Ling also wondered why this group of Fusang was so interested in Dongli.

In this way, it is going to face the situation of communication between the two sides, Mo Ling pursed his lips, he can't speak Fusang, if he speaks the immortal language, I don't know if they can understand it, and when he hesitated a little, he didn't want the old Fusang on the other side to speak.

The opening is the Fusang language.

As soon as he heard this, Mo Lingden was in a difficult situation, he actually had the opportunity to learn and learn Fusang language, but when he was young, he had a utilitarian mentality, and felt that the Fusang tribe was wiped out, so what was the use of learning their language, so he didn't learn it, but he didn't expect that the Fusang tribe was not extinct at all.

Thinking about whether to discuss the two and communicate with gestures, first of all, they had to confirm whether they could understand the fairy language, thinking of the stone gate that was sealed by spells, and judging at first, either Yanshan understood the Fusang language, or the Fusang people understood the fairy language.

"Your Majesty, they asked me what my relationship with Lu Xiao was? Who is Lu Xiao? ”

Dongli on his side glanced at his slightly furrowed brows, and guessed that he couldn't understand Fusang, but she really understood, and the old Fusang came up and asked her what her relationship was with Lu Xiao, who Lu Xiao was, why had she never heard of it.

When she asked this question, her eyes still fell on Lao Fusang's wrinkled face, and she didn't notice the deep meaning in Mo Ling's gaze.

"Lu Xiao is your father!"

Mo Ling looked ahead, just so lightly, spit out this sentence without any foreshadowing, Dong Li listened, and was stunned for a long time before reacting: "Lu Xiao is my biological father?" The land of the land, the free of the free? ”

"That's right!"

Dongli swallowed his saliva, and it was easy to calm down: "What does he do?" Which pie? What about mothers, who is my mother? ”

"Yan Yue, your mother's name is Yan Yue!"

"Yanyue?" Dongli frowned, why hadn't she heard of the names of her parents, she hadn't even heard of them, I don't know if they were too famous, or if she herself was too lonely and unheard.

No, it's not that she hasn't heard of it, she suddenly remembered a conversation she dreamed of in a dream, one of the two was called "Yue'er", and the other was called "Brother Xiao", which coincided with Lu Xiao and Yanyue, but she didn't expect that what she "dreamed" was her biological parents.

Although she had been looking forward to the moment when the truth would be revealed, she was still a little confused on such an occasion, and it was not until a long time that she remembered: "How could they know about my father?" ”

Mo Ling didn't respond, and asked her instead, "How do you know Fusang language?" ”

Dongli shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't learned, but I instinctively understood what they said." ”

At this time, she thought of the indecipherable Bitian Dan Book that she saw in Xixi, which was originally written in Fusang language, no wonder the whole area of Xixi could not be deciphered.

It seems that most of them are also related to the Yuan Li that Ziwu and Qinghua passed on to her, and it can be judged from this that Ziwu and Qinghua also know Fusang language, and they have not revealed it in order to keep the secret of Fusang Realm.

"Then you try to say a few words."

"Ah, say?" Dongli hurriedly waved his hand, "I just understand, I can't speak, I can't speak." ”

"You try, wait for the Fusang clan to say a few more words, and you can take a look." When Mo Ling showed her timidity, he did not force her, but guided her.

Being so gently quoted by him, Dongli took a breath, concentrated on listening to the muttering within the Fusang clan, and could understand only a few words, and then heard her father's pronunciation, she recited it silently several times, ready to use these two words as a response to the Fusang clan's question.

After not wanting to repeat it silently a few times, the muscles in her mouth actually changed, and when she said the word "father", a whole sentence came out: "He is my father." ”

Old Fu Sang was not surprised that she could speak Fu Sang, but then asked, "How is he now?" ”

Hearing this, Dong Li's face was stunned, and he turned his head to look at Mo Ling: "He asked if my father was okay!" ”

Mo Ling lowered his head slightly, looked into her eyes, and said solemnly: "Lu Xiao is the real name of Emperor Ziwu, Yan Yue is the real name of Emperor Qinghua, the world only knows Ziwu and Qinghua, and very few people still remember their original names!" ”