The commander of the White Tartar tribe, Ming Daofu, had been waiting for him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wan Linggen has a very good impression of this person because he is very obedient. So many things had just happened, and even being pointed at by Liang Chenghai's army with bows and arrows, he and his men were still calm and calm, without any signs of panic.

In fact, on the one hand, because Ming Daofu does have a wealth of experience and is no stranger to such a scene, and the other very important reason is that the new young master in front of him is a true god, and he doesn't need to do anything at all.

After Wan Linggen had dealt with everything and the centaurs had settled down, he came over to ask for peace, and by the way, the old patriarch was waiting for him to go back.

Wan Linggen, Zhong Ling and the others made a special explanation, asked them to pay attention to the movements of the snow demon, and carefully advised Zhao Liancheng and the others, and then said to Ming Daofu, "I'll go right away." ”

His "go right away" was that his figure disappeared in an instant, and Ming Daofu was slightly stunned, and returned by himself with the people and horses.

Sanguer drank several large bowls of decoction one after another, and the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath was slightly relieved, but he still kept coughing.

"Sir......" His wife sat beside him, her face full of worry.

"I'm going to wait for him to come back...... "Sanguer used all his strength to suppress the feeling of vertigo, and all kinds of visions kept appearing in front of him.

"Sir!" His wife stood up suddenly, "He...... Here it comes! ”

The illusion in front of Sangul's eyes suddenly disappeared, and at some point there was another person wrapped in black armor.

"Father, mother!" Wan Linggen bent his knees to worship, Sang Guer raised his hand and smiled, "The matter over there has been dealt with?" ”

Wan Linggen nodded, "Father-in-law, your body ......"

Sanguer's face was ruddy, and he said to the lady beside him, "Call them over, and bring the genealogy too." ”

Madame replied softly, took a deep look at Wan Linggen, and turned to walk to the back hall.

Wan Linggen stepped forward and leaned over to clasp Sangul's cold hands, "Father-in-law, you need to rest now. ”

Sangul shook his head, "I'm running out of time, I need to finish what I can quickly." ”

The effort was not great, and more than 20 people of all sizes came out of the back hall, and they came to Sangul with their heads bowed and knelt down in order. The lady held a thick wooden genealogy and a delicate knife in her hand and handed it to Sangul.

Sanguer took the genealogy, his eyes radiated a gentle color, he looked at Wan Linggen and said, "From now on, you are the thirty-first patriarch of my White Tatar tribe, Sangu Temujin!" So saying, he turned the genealogy to the last page and carved it with a knife.

Wan Linggen was stunned and said in a low voice, "Father-in-law, my name is Wan Linggen. ”

Sanguer said kindly, "That's your Han name." Temujin is the ever-changing Vajra, and you are the Vajra of my White Tatar tribe! ”

Wan Linggen's heart swelled with waves, the name Temujin was familiar to him, but it had nothing to do with him.

In fact, he thought too much, the name Temujin was only famous because of a Genghis Khan later, and he was as ordinary as Zhang San and Li Si before.

Sangul handed him the genealogy and said, "Take over the genealogy of my White Tatar tribe, you are the leader and guardian saint of my White Tatar tribe!" ”

Wan Linggen respectfully knelt down and took over the genealogy, "Wan ...... Temujin will live up to his father's trust! The words were true, but the words "Temujin" came out of his mouth, and it was really awkward.

Sangul smiled, the flush on his face became more intense, and he began to struggle to speak, "You guys...... Remember, from ...... From today, he ...... He is me...... White Tatar ...... Clause...... Thirty-one ...... Patriarch...... Iron...... Temujin! He finished the sentence with all his might, and then coughed violently.

"See the Patriarch!" The kneeling man below said unevenly.

Wan Linggen stood up and waved his hand at them, "Get up, all of you." ”

The men looked up at Sangul, who was pranayama with his eyes closed, and stood up one after another. Wan Linggen only found out at this time that half of these people were old people who were over the age of six, and the rest were underage children.

"Sir! The old man ...... "Madame gently pushed Sanguer, Sanguer was motionless, with a comfortable smile on his face, he has returned to the world."

Wan Linggen's heart sank suddenly, and he turned over and knelt down, and the person who had just stood up also knelt down, and a low sobbing sounded.

"Temujin, you are his son, and you will take care of our future!" Madame's voice was very weak, and Wan Linggen suddenly raised his head to look at the gray-haired old woman, only to find that she was already sitting limply beside Sangul, and a trace of purple-black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She went with her husband......

Wan Linggen felt a dull pain in his chest. He buried his face in the palm of his hand and lay on the ground, tears seeping down his fingers.

From the bottom of his heart, he has no feelings for Sangul or his wife, but because of his previous experience, he feels a little guilty about the White Tatars. Especially after experiencing the twists and turns of this round trip, Zhao Bocong, who he had high hopes for, became another person, although this is the old place, but I don't know how many old things have become dust, how many people have become memories, and the feeling of desolation and helplessness suffocated him.

The picture freezes......

After a long time, an old voice called him back from his infinite desolation.

"Patriarch, we should let the old patriarch and his wife rest in peace."

Wan Linggen wiped his eyes vigorously, raised his head, and saw an old man with white hair kneeling beside him, so he asked, "Okay!" You are ......"

"Old slave Tito, who used to be the butler of the old patriarch......"

"You're still a butler! I'm not familiar with the rules of the clan, how to do this, it's up to you to draw up a charter, how I should do it, just ask me to do it! "Wan Linggen Dao.

Tito bowed his head and said, "The patriarch is serious, how dare the old slave command the patriarch?" It's enough to have the patriarch's words, and the old slave will arrange it! As he spoke, he got up and said, "Let's all get up, and prepare to give the old patriarch a ride." ”

The following process was not as complicated as Wan Linggen imagined, but after some prayers, the bodies of the old patriarch Sangul and his wife were cremated, and then the ashes were buried three feet into the ground along with the unburned firewood, without even a tombstone.

After dealing with Sanguer's funeral, Wan Linggen met with some seniority in the clan one by one, explained that all their affairs were carried out as usual, and then called Ming Daofu over and asked him to serve as the deputy patriarch to handle the affairs of the clan on his behalf. After doing all this, he went back to Fengshengzhou. (To be continued.) )