The village is located on the mountainside, a village of about 300 people, and the village is surrounded by thick wood. At this time, looking from Zhao Chen's direction, the entire village was pitch black, and it seemed quiet.

"Originally, the stockades were all open, and there were no walls at all!" The old man didn't know when he woke up, and at this time he also walked out of the door on crutches, standing side by side with Zhao Chen, looking down at the village under the dark night sky together.

"Because of the war?" Hearing this, Zhao Chen turned his head to look at the old man's blurred cheeks in the darkness and asked.

"yes!" The old man sighed in the dark night, looked at Zhao Chen and said: "Today's Xitong is not the Xitong of the past, there are people outside staring at it, but their own people inside are also intriguing and fighting!" ”

"Is it that serious?" When Zhao Chen heard this, he couldn't help but ask in surprise. When he set out from Chang'an, he also heard about some things in Lingnan, and now with the puppet assassin Shi Chen Longshu of Nanfuzhou, who was supported by Li Yuan, he was forced to leave Nanfuzhou, and Feng Ang and Tandian fought each other in order to occupy this place.

But I didn't expect that in addition to the two big people on the surface, the following is so complicated!

"It's more complicated than the gods think!" The old man sighed, grabbed the hanging fence tightly with his hand, looked at the village below, and said in a somewhat sad tone: "The big guys are trying their best to annex us, coercion and temptation, and use all kinds of means!" ”

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly paused slightly, his dry palm gently slapped the hanging railing, smiled miserably at Zhao Chen, and said: "Just more than ten days before the arrival of the Venerable God, a village not far from our Qingxiyuan, just because of the refusal to return to the temple, overnight, the people in the village were slaughtered!" ”

When Zhao Chen heard this, he suddenly opened his mouth in shock, and the whole person fell into a sluggish state. This news shocked him extremely much, a village has two or three hundred people, and because they don't want to submit, they will be killed!

"Isn't this temple also your clansman?" Zhao Chen Wuzi was shocked for a while, and suddenly remembered that Tan Dian was also from a bureaucratic background, and suddenly asked with some puzzlement: "Since it is your clan, why are you unwilling to submit?" ”

"Hey!" When the old man heard this, he suddenly smiled coldly, and said with a slight sneer: "If you submit to him, I am afraid that the entire Xitong tribe will never have a peaceful day again!" What he wants is the whole of Lingnan, maybe one day, when he becomes the king of Lingnan, he will be staring at the blessed land of the Central Plains again! ”

Lunatic! Or a crazy careerist!

When Zhao Chen heard this, he immediately talked to the hall in his heart and made such a comment. It is true that following such a madman will not succeed, and I don't know how he will die in the end, even if the time comes, the temple will take the entire Lingnan, and he will not need to talk about the hall to watch the Central Plains, Li Er will send a large army over as soon as possible to crush the entire Lingnan.

At that time, the whole of Lingnan will truly become a hell on earth!

If you can't take refuge in the Tan Palace, then the few big forces in Lingnan are only the Chen Longshu Feng brothers and the Ning family in Qinzhou, Guangxi.

Chen Longshu was a mud bodhisattva who crossed the river, and it was difficult to protect himself, so he lost all the southern Fuzhou and fled to Luzhou alone, so he naturally didn't think about it.

Then only the Feng brothers remain, but the question is, the Feng brothers are slang chiefs, how can the wingmen tribe of Xitong be willing to submit to the slang chiefs!

What a complicated Lingnan chaos!

"That's right!" Thinking of this, Zhao Chen suddenly looked at the old man, and asked puzzledly: "Old man, you have so many tribes in Xitong, why don't you unite by yourself, and when everyone is twisted into a rope, even if you can't directly fight against those big forces, it is still more than enough for self-protection!" ”

"Huh!" When the old man heard this, he suddenly opened his mouth and laughed silently, and when he had laughed enough, he looked at Zhao Chen and said: "Although there are many Xitong tribes now, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, like a plate of loose sand, I want everyone to unite, hey, it's difficult!" ”

"So, just sit and wait for someone to knock on the door?" Hearing this, Zhao Chen looked directly at the old man in front of him and said.

"Or else!" The old man sighed and said with a wry smile.

When he said this, the old man didn't know what he thought, and suddenly looked at Zhao Chen with burning eyes, and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to unite all the Xitong tribes!" ”

"Then unite!" Zhao Chen couldn't understand the old man a little, everyone forced the door directly, and every village was destroyed by the Tan Palace, and it may be impossible to say anything here at this time, I really don't understand.

"However, this needs the consent of the gods!" The old man seemed to think of the feasibility of this matter, his eyes suddenly became hot, he looked at Zhao Chen, and continued: "Previously, it was impossible to unite all the Xitong tribes, the reason is that so many Xitong dragons have no leader, even if they are forcibly united, they will eventually become a plate of scattered sand!" ”

"But now it's different!" The old man looked at Zhao Chen with burning eyes and said: "Now that there is a god, as long as the god raises his arms and shouts, those Xitong tribes will come to submit to the god!" ”

"Hahahaha!" When Zhao Chen heard this, his expression was slightly stunned at first, and then he shook his head and laughed, laughing enough, then he looked at the old man and said: "Old man, I said that I was just passing here with my brother, not sent by Thor, and besides, you overestimate me too much, I don't have the ability to unite all the streams!" ”

"Don't deny it, you are the messenger sent by the Thor to save the Xitong tribe!" The old man looked at Zhao Chen stubbornly, and no matter what Zhao Chen said, he decided that Zhao Chen was the messenger sent by the Thunder God.

"Whatever you want!" Zhao Chen didn't bother to defend anymore, turned his head to look down at the entire village, and said without looking back: "However, don't you want me to do the work of uniting the tribes of Xitong, it's useless to force me!" ”

When I was in Chang'an, Li Er couldn't stop me, and when I arrived at this small tribe, Zhao Chen still didn't believe it, if he wanted to leave, who could stop him!

"You don't have to be godly to do it!" The old man seemed to have found a way to save the tribes in Xitong, and said excitedly: "As long as the god agrees to stay in Xitong, the old man will do the rest!" ”

When Zhao Chen heard this, he sneered in his heart, he understood the meaning of this old man's words, this was to force him to the position of the divine envoy of Xitong, and then, use his identity as an envoy to unite all Xitong!

When he thought so, Zhao Chen just wanted to turn his head to speak, but before the words could be spoken, he heard a muffled drum sound in his ears, like thunder, coming from the dark night outside the village.

When Zhao Chen heard the dull drum sound, he looked back suspiciously, and saw that in the night when it was still dark, a star of fire suddenly appeared, and then, more and more firelight appeared in the night, like a fire dragon, in a distant place, quickly coming towards the Qingxiyuan tribe.

"It's... It's them! The old man also looked at the fast-moving fire dragon, his hunchbacked body, and in an instant, he trembled sharply, and even his words were full of fear when he spoke.

Tan Dian had already sent people over several times, all wanting them to submit to him, but he refused, and he didn't expect that Tan Dian would really send people over to attack their village.

The last village was retaliated against by the Tan Temple because it rejected the Tan Palace, and overnight, the entire village was slaughtered.

Thinking that the disaster of exterminating the clan was just around the corner, how could the old man, as the old man of Qingxiyuan, not be afraid!

"Who are they?" Zhao Chen looked at the fire dragon that was getting closer and closer in the distance in horror, turned his head to look at the old man beside him and asked loudly. It's a pity that the old man's face is now pale, his body is trembling, and he has turned a deaf ear to Zhao Chen's questioning!

The muffled drum sound has been getting closer and closer, and the drum beat is getting more and more urgent, and some people in the village have heard the drum, and they ran out of the attic in a hurry, waiting to see the fire dragon coming rapidly outside the village, and the village that was still calm just now boiled all at once.

The man I saw during the day also rushed out of the attic at this time, standing in the village, desperately screaming something, and saw one by one who had just run out of the attic, under the command of the man, quickly picked up bamboo spears and bamboo guns, and pounced on the tall wooden walls of the village.

"Come with me!" The old man beside Zhao Chen, as if he had just reacted at this time, spoke, pulled Zhao Chen's arm suddenly, and turned over into the attic behind him.

went straight to the copper drum hanging in the middle of the room, bowed respectfully, and then took the copper drum from the wall and pushed it in front of Zhao Chen.

What do you mean? Zhao Chen looked at the old man puzzled, at this time, the old man could still take care of a copper drum.

"The bronze drum is the patron saint of my Xitong tribe, and now that there is a god, this copper drum should be handed over to the god!" The old man explained, and at the same time, he took a pair of drumsticks off the wall and stuffed them into Zhao Chen's hands.

Without waiting for Zhao Chen to refuse, the old man suddenly knelt down straight in front of Zhao Chen, and begged in a mournful voice: "Ask the gods to save Qingxiyuan!" ”

"Rescue?" When Zhao Chen heard this, the whole person was stunned, there were so many people outside at this time, how could he rescue him, just take such a copper drum and run to drive away those enemies who came to attack, this is obviously only God can do it! >