Building wood.

After many years, this giant tree that reached into the sky and provided countless help to the rat-man tribe no longer plays its original role.

On the contrary, it has become a sacred tree of the nezumi tribe, and someone is responsible for taking care of it every day.

Its neighborhood is no longer as lively as it used to be, and it has become a quiet place.

Guang Chengzi stood next to Jianmu, quietly looking at the top of the tree above the clouds from an upward perspective. Standing behind him was his disciple, Xuanyuan Ji.

"Master, I'm leaving, the king has appointed me to go to the south, and I'll leave today......," Xuanyuan Ji said to him.

"No, Xuanyuan Ji, you should refuse, there are many people who can be the commander of the Southern Expedition, but you are not included. Guang Chengzi sighed softly, "The Southern Expedition is a road of no return, you still have a lot of room to grow, and you shouldn't take risks in this matter." ”

"Master, what you said is not right. The upright Xuanyuan Ji expressed her opinion.

"Although the king has changed, he is still our king, and we should obey his commands without any reason.

Besides, although the journey to the south is extremely dangerous, it is not certain to die.

The main reason for such tragic sacrifices in the first place was that they did not have a good understanding of the situation in the south.

Now that there is the exploration of our predecessors, those of us who have gone behind will naturally be smooth sailing.

What's more, Brother Yesun and Brother Fukang are all willing to go south, and the dignified generals are not afraid of sacrifice, so what reason do I, an ordinary general, have to refuse?"

Guang Chengzi looked back at his proud protégé, shook his head and sighed: "Do you really think that the king really spent so much effort to go south to conquer for that barren land?"

Xuanyuan Ji was puzzled: "Could it be that the king has any other plans?"

"I don't know what his purpose is, but it must have something to do with him. Speaking of this, Guang Chengzi couldn't help but recall the terrifying scene when the giant appeared on the scene.

After many years, the coercion of that body is still breathless.

"Our land is vast enough that even though the number of rat people has increased wildly in the past few years, there is still no shortage of food. Guang Chengzi continued, "But the king actually sent an army to the south on the grounds of expanding the territory, if it is really for those lands, wouldn't it be better to go north?"

Xuanyuan Ji was silent, Guang Chengzi was right, the existing land of the rat people was already a lot, and there was no need to go south to conquer at all.

And, even for the sake of those lands, it is clearly wiser to go north.

"Remember the stories I told you before?" said Guang Chengzi, "a giant of great height sowed the seeds of Jianmu and taught us how to use fire and weave fishing nets. ”

"Remember, Master often tells me these stories, but does this have anything to do with the Southern Expedition?"

The second monk of Xuanyuan Ji was puzzled, and he didn't know why the master suddenly told him this.

"If this is just a story, it really has nothing to do with the Southern Expedition. Guang Chengzi changed his words, "But what if I tell you that the stories I told you before are all facts?"

"It's all true...... How is this possible?" Xuanyuan Ji's eyes widened in surprise.

Ten thousand feet tall, he can trample the giant beast Avalon to death with a single kick, and even the mountains tremble when he walks, how can this kind of existence be true?