The man who had just brought the wine also said goodbye and went back to his tent, picked up the old woman who was still kneeling on the ground, and sent her back to rest. Shen Xiangdong sighed: "It's rare to find a pure land in the world. ”

A few people saw that the tent of Li Luo and the others was quite solid, so they came over to complain, sat down against the tent, Hu Chajing took a look, couldn't bear it, turned to Li Luo and said, "Changqing, uncle, look"

Li Luo said lightly: "Give them the wine to keep them warm." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the tent, "There is no need to keep vigil tonight. ”

Hu Chajing was stunned, looked at Shen Xiangdong and said, "Uncle? ”

Chu Ying'er rarely didn't speak coldly, and said in a low voice: "Master Jing, just give them the wine." ”

Shen Xiangdong whiskered and said: "Wu Jing, don't say much, Changqing is angry in his heart, it's a pity for these Xirong people." ”

Hu Chajing sighed and walked over to give the spirits he had just gotten to these people, and several people hurriedly got up to thank them, Hu Chajing shook his head and returned to Shen Xiangdong's side.

Shen Xiangdong suppressed his voice and said slowly: "The Ancestral Mountain Temple has abandoned so many people, but it has set aside these days for the Xirong Hao clan, no wonder Changqing is angry, and I am afraid that he is also somewhat dissatisfied with Dagan." ”

Chu Ying'er lowered her head and said: "Childe has always been people-oriented, but what he encountered, it was against his will, no matter how talented he was, Childe had just fallen to the crown." ”

Hu Chajing looked at the Xirong people who were close to each other and said, "Uncle, do you want to give up a tent?" ”

Shen Xiangdong shook his head lightly and said, "It's night, let's go to sleep, and tomorrow let's see how this ancestral temple is." ”

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright. Li Luo was awakened by the sound of whispering outside the tent and walked out of the tent. These Xirong people who came to pray for blessings had already packed up and looked at the peaks of the ancestral mountain together. Men, women and children are all looking forward to it, and their faces are full of enthusiasm. Shen Xiangdong and a few people came out of the tent and gathered around Li Luo.

In a short time, a group of people came from the top of the ancestral mountain from afar, which should be the introduction that the Xijon man said in the evening.

Li Luo looked at the old and the young, the men and the women. Dressed in simple cotton clothes, the Xirong people they met along the way bowed and saluted. These leads are also bowed one by one. There is not the slightest grandeur.

Walking through the crowd, they would occasionally stop and talk to the people, and the Xirong people who were asked were all ecstatic. The guide of the ancestral temple selected some of the people asked. Make a note of the name. They were allowed to go up to the mountain to worship, and the chosen people were overjoyed, fell to their knees, and chanted the ancestral god Barrow.

Not all of them were asked to have the opportunity to climb the ancestral mountain, and those who were not selected accounted for the majority, and many people sobbed in a low voice, and the color of joy and sorrow was palpable.

The place where Li Luo and the others were already outside, but only for a few moments. There are more than 1,000 selected Xirong people, and many of them have already led the selected people towards the ancestral mountain.

The Xijon man was disappointed. Glancing back at her mother, the old woman had tears in her eyes, her body trembled slightly, and she sighed secretly, don't look over her head and don't look at her.

Suddenly, there was a commotion nearby, calling for Cha Jing to look at it. It turned out that an ancestral mountain was brought to the front, and the surrounding crowd all looked hopeful, and the old woman's eyes were full of joy, and she broke away from her son's arm, and walked a few steps forward tremblingly, looking at the lead, and praying with a face.

Seeing the old woman, he stepped forward with a smile, took the old woman's hand and said a few words, thinking that it was the ancient language of Xirong, and Li Luo and the others didn't hear what it was.

The corners of the old woman's mouth twitched, tears flowed out of her eyes, and she disappeared into the wrinkles of vicissitudes, but after only saying a few words, she let go of the old woman and walked away, without asking the old woman's surname, and allowed her to go up the mountain.

The old woman stood on the ground in despair, and the Xijon man felt sad in his heart, stepped forward to hold his mother, and explained in a low voice, but everyone who saw it was sad and difficult.

Hu Chajing was angry and was about to speak, Shen Xiangdong shouted: "Wu Jing, no." Hu Chajing shut up.

When he took the four looks, he saw Li Luo and a few people, Li Luo looked indifferent, standing quietly on the side, and the rest of the people had their own styles, but they were all quite extraordinary, and after a pause, they turned to Li Luo, walked closer, looked at Li Luo and asked with a smile: "How many people are not from our Xirong tribe, right?" The words are correct and round, and they are actually the words of Da Gan.

Li Luo saluted, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and replied, "No." ”

"Oh, why did that come about?"

Li Luo smiled, walked away a few steps, took out the long knife on his waist, wrote a heart word in the snow, thought about it for a while, wrote a letter next to him, withdrew the long knife, and did not speak.

The others were surprised, they didn't know why Li Luo wanted to write two words on the ground, and they were also stunned, and they looked at the handwriting in the snow, and exclaimed in surprise: "What a handful of flowing words!" Drawing the knife into the heart, taking the heart as the letter, this son has a different artistic conception, I don't know how to call it? ”

"Cang'er Wu Changqing, this is my uncle Wu Yong, the other is my cousin Wu Jing, and the rest are all members of my family."

"It turned out to be a visitor from Tiannan, I don't know if I wish Zushan and his party?" As soon as the words fell, there was a whisper from the surrounding crowd, but I didn't expect this guide to choose a few outsiders.

Li Luo thanked him and replied, "This gentleman, Changqing has something to ask for. ”

The Xijon people were in an uproar, and those who had always been selected were grateful, and no one had ever dared to say what they wanted in person. The middle-aged guide was also stunned, not knowing what Li Luo was asking for, so he answered and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Li Luo replied slowly: "I want to take this old woman up the mountain." ”

"Huh!?" Many people in the crowd let out exclamations, and the Xirong man didn't expect it, and looked back at Li Luo in surprise, and his gratitude was evident.

"This," said the usher after a moment's silence, "there is no such precedent."

Li Luolang said: "All things in the world are born from being, and some are born from nothing, if you don't violate the admonition in the ancestral temple, you can come into existence out of nothing, presumably the ancestral god will not blame." ”

After thinking for a while, he looked at Li Luo and said, "This son is right, the ancestral god has no precepts, so it can't be like this." It's just that the bitter lamp is puzzled, I don't know who this old woman is? ”

"I only saw it yesterday."

"Oh? I see, the son is kind-hearted, and he is admired by the bitter lamp. ”

After speaking, the person named Ku Deng and Yan said: "On the ancestral mountain, there were no such rules, but there are more and more people year by year, and there are more people going up the mountain. ”

"What Mr. said is not bad, those who go up to the ancestral mountain are unwilling to come down, and the people under the mountain will naturally not be able to go up, like this, go up the mountain every day, and then go down the mountain, so that more people can worship the ancestral god." Shen Xiangdong interjected.

Ku Deng smiled slightly, and said: "This is a good deed, and it is also her good fate, how can Ku Deng do something against the sacred will of the ancestors again." The bitter lamp is just a small messenger, please call the name of the bitter lamp. After speaking, she turned around and walked to Xirong's mother and son, the old woman was still sad to herself, but she didn't know how to turn around, and finally got her wish. (To be continued.) )