Theoretically, it is no problem for Mr. Mo to carry people on a calm lake, but it is basically impossible to travel in a flood.

The flood was mixed with a large amount of sediment and debris, and the current was very turbulent and the impact was so strong that it could not compete with the weight and draft of a boat, and if someone was swept away by such a current, even if they could swim, they would not be able to float at all.

Fortunately, Mr. Mo has his own special method.

"Can we use a boat to get out of a dangerous place with this thing?"

Xia Lan's eyes lit up and stared at the boat that was tied to the back, although she waited for death very calmly in the face of the rain, but if there was a way to live, no one wanted to die, right?

"Yes."

Mr. Mo thought to himself that as long as he followed, he could lead the fleet through the flood.

"Great!"

The people also heard this conversation and rejoiced, the purpose of Mr. Mo's visit this time was to rescue the trapped people of the Baiyan tribe.

"But where can we go after we leave?"

Xia Feng asked another key question.

"Purple Flower Tribe."

Now only there can be called safe.

No one in the Baiyan tribe knew which tribe Mr. Mo came from, nor did they know where he lived or what he was doing on the separate days.

"Will the Purple Flower Tribe accept us?"

Xia Lan is very worried about this, the Baiyan tribe has been the leader of the opposition to the Purple Flower forces over the years, and usually calculates with the Purple Flower, but now when there is a difficulty, he licks his old face and asks for help, if he is rejected, it will really become a joke of the tribes.

"You don't have any other choice."

Mr. Mo handed the drawings to Xia Lan, turned around and walked towards the altar, as if he didn't want to discuss this issue with them anymore.

The rain was still falling, so Xia Lan had to immediately inform the patriarch and arrange for the tribesmen to build such a boat that could float on the water, and start to house the things to be moved.

"Mr. Mo......"

Xia Feng chased after Mr. Mo's black figure, and he was very puzzled in his heart.

Now that they have a boat, they can't buy things from outside and come back, so why should the whole clan relocate?

"You have to deliver a message to Purple Flower, which is not only about this year's disaster, but also about your future disasters."

Mr. Mo made no secret of his other purpose in suggesting the relocation of the Ju Clan, even if he had his own purpose, it would not harm the interests of the Baiyan Tribe.

After all, the whole south will fall in the same place, in the hands of those two people.

"Can Mr. Mo know what will happen in the future?"

Xia Feng was shocked when he heard Mr. Mo's words, he had only heard that the priests of the River Valley tribe were able to predict the future, but their tribe was still destroyed, could there really be anyone who could avoid the possible destruction?

"This is not the future."

Mr. Mo said a plausible word, without much explanation, he walked directly to the cave of the altar, which is the place where Xia Lan once found the statue, every time he comes to the Baiyan Tribe, most of them will choose to rest here, Xia Lan respects him and has never objected to this matter.

Xia Feng was like an apprentice, waiting for the master, handed Mr. Mo a towel, and brought firewood to make a fire.

Mr. Mo took off the cloak outside, Xia Feng secretly observed with a little hidden expectation, but found that there was a hood under the cloak, and there was a mask under the hood, and Mr. Mo's whole person was tightly wrapped, and he couldn't see his appearance at all.

It's mysterious.

Shuttling in the heavy rain, Mr. Mo was not to mention soaking wet, but also stained with moisture all over his body, he leaned against the fire to roast the fire, and his hands were still wearing gloves, only his fingertips were exposed.

He hid himself so cautiously that Xia Feng felt that Mr. Mo was afraid that there was something wrong with his psychology.

Xia Feng didn't ask any more questions, Mr. Mo ignored him as if he didn't exist, and it seemed as if all his attention was on the roasting fire, until Xia Lanfeng ran back in a hurry, breaking the silence in the cave.

"Mr. Mo, we will prepare the timber for shipbuilding as soon as possible, but the people still have a lot of questions......

Not only the people, but Xia Lan also knew that building a ship was only the first step, and setting off was a more risky thing.

They had just had a tribesman try to climb aboard Mr. Mo's boat, but found that they couldn't control it at all.

"You can choose to trust me."

Mr. Mo has his own means, he doesn't want to spread it out in front of other people, his attitude looks a little arrogant, even if he doesn't explain it to the whole clan, only to Xia Lan, the priest, but he doesn't plan to say it to anyone.

He was a lifesaver for the door, but the White Rock tribe was not the only choice for him.

"I see, I'll explain it to the people."

Xia Lan accepted it quickly, she just rolled her eyes, and decided to fool the people, she believed in Mr. Mo, and they had no better choice now.

No matter where they go, the Baiyan tribe needs this thing called a ship, and they also need someone who can lead them through, since Mr. Mo gave the drawings without hesitation, she is willing to bet this time.

Xia Lan came and went, and she would become very busy for the next period of time, Xia Feng continued to stay and guard Mr. Mo, and finally couldn't help but have nothing to say.

"The Purple Flower Tribe has really become stronger and stronger over the years."

When Xia Feng talked about this, he couldn't help but sigh.

How did the situation get to this point?

Obviously, the Baiyan tribe was so powerful, why did it feel more and more unconfident in the past few years?

"Huh."

Seeing the confusion in Xia Feng's eyes, Mr. Mo just replied with a chuckle.

"The patriarchs and priests of the Purple Flower Tribe are very powerful, maybe we really lost."

Jun Qianqian has countless new ideas, and the Purple Flower Tribe has her back, and no matter what whimsical things she says, she has the ability to turn them into reality.

And Luo Ze, the patriarch of Purple Flower, is also a figure that cannot be underestimated.

Under the light of the priests, most of the patriarchs are under the shadow of the shadow, Luo Ze is actually no exception, the Purple Flower Tribe does not declare war, his strength and tactics are useless.

But Xia Feng will definitely not underestimate this person.

Being able to manage such a large territory in an orderly manner, knowing how to use people well, and being bold and careful, this person is far more threatening than he seems.

And ordinary tribes, if there are such two excellent managers, they already have the conditions for rising, but in Zihua, in addition to standing at the top to the two, their top management also has more than a dozen talents, which is really enviable.

"Don't worry."

Mr. Mo took all this for granted, fate stood behind the purple flower, and no one could disobey its footsteps.