When the clan lord spoke, everyone naturally didn't dare to stop them, so they made way of a passage and let Qingluo and Duan Qianlang walk over.

Qingluo's sudden return alarmed many people in the clan, and they also followed, and only stopped when they came to the highest courtyard.

Qingluo knelt down and said, "Qing'er meets grandpa!"

"The others are waiting outside, you and your friends come in and talk!" said the old voice from inside the room.

"Yes!" Qing Luo got up, pulled Duan Qianlang, and then walked into the central hall.

As soon as he entered the house, Duan Qianlang saw an old man sitting in front of the incense case, but his bones were developed, and just by sitting, he was as tall as the incense case.

The old man's face was weathered, wrinkled, and a little darkened, if people who didn't know saw it, they thought it was a farmer.

The hair on his forehead is sparse and sparse, and there is a large bald patch in the middle, but he is in good spirits, giving people an inexplicable charm.

Just as he looked at the old man, the old man also glanced at him lightly.

Suddenly, he looked stunned and covered his chest, but a look of horror flashed in his originally plain eyes.

Duan Qianlang didn't know what happened to the old man, raised his fist and saluted respectfully, and said, "Kid Duan Qianlang see the senior!"

"Well said!" the Weak Water Clan Patriarch bowed his head and said, "Welcome to the Weak Water Clan!"

"Thank you!" Duan Qianlang saluted again and looked up at the scene in the room.

And when he saw a picture scroll hanging on the incense case, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, because in that picture scroll, he saw a familiar figure.

The old man took in the changes in Duan Qianlang's expression, but he didn't say anything, but said to Qingluo: "Qing'er, how have you been outside all these years?"

Qing Luo sorted out his thoughts and told the story of what he had experienced outside over the years.

After a long time, Qingluo's voice fell, and the old man nodded lightly, and said, "Qing'er, I've suffered you all these years!"

Qingluo shook his head and said, "Qing'er has always remembered the teachings of her grandfather, as long as you can pass on the clan, no matter how hard it is, it will be worth it. ”

The old man's eyes flashed with approval, and he said, "Then what can this friend you invited do to relieve the bad luck of the race?"

Qingluo smiled slightly, and said to Duan Qianlang, who was still looking at the picture scroll: "Qianlang, come on!"

Duan Qianlang retracted his gaze, took out a few Earth Soil Divine Fruits, and said to the old man: "Senior, here are three Earth Soil Divine Fruits, please accept them and see if they can solve the problems you are facing." ”

After speaking, he added, "If it's not enough, I still have it here!"

When he came, Qingluo had already told him that there was a problem with the origin of the weak water, and he could not produce new weak water. And the Earth Soil Divine Fruit can change the planetary veins and repair the origin of damaged things, so using the Earth Soil Divine Fruit to repair the weak water foundation is the intention reached by Duan Qianlang and Qing Luo.

As for whether it can succeed, it depends on the actual effect, but it really doesn't work, he still has the earth spirit, and this time he will definitely be able to solve the survival problem of the weak water tribe.

"What are you talking about?

But when the old man saw the thing in Duan Qianlang's hand, he suddenly got up, and he was already excited and couldn't help himself. It's like an ignorant child who sees his favorite thing and immediately pounces on it.

He even snatched the soil divine fruit in Duan Qianlang's hand, and quickly put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look.

This scene made Duan Qianlang shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Heaven is pitiful, God is pitiful!"

Finally, the old man roared, with a deep sense of joy, and was already in tears, trembling all over.

Poof!

Suddenly, the old man turned to the portrait, bowed respectfully, and said reverently and respectfully: "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, is this little Taoist friend the savior you sent for my weak water tribe?"

"Dragon Emperor?"

Duan Qianlang frowned slightly, and once again remembered the old man in his mind, and immediately muttered in a low voice, "Could it really be him?"

After a while, the old man finally stabilized his excited mind, bowed to the portrait a few more times, then got up and looked at Qingluo, and said: "Qing'er, you have made immortal contributions to the clan, and your name will be passed on forever among the weak water clan, I, Santo, thank you!"

Qingluo was startled, and hurriedly said, "Qing'er doesn't dare!"

"Get up!" Santo helped Qingluo up and said with a pleasant face: "You wait for me for a while, I'll say something to your friend!"

Qingluo nodded, Santo turned around and saluted Duan Qianlang respectfully, and said, "Brother Duan, it is an honor for my weak water tribe Qingluo to be able to make such a friend as you. In the name of the Weak Water Clan Patriarch, I, Santo, would like to extend my most sincere respect and gratitude to you!"

Santo said, bowing to the end and making a big salute to Duan Qianlang.

Duan Qianlang hurriedly stepped forward, helped Santo up, and said: "Patriarch, don't do it, Qingluo and I are brothers in life and death, some trivial things are not enough to worry about, please don't bother the boy!"

"Okay!" Santo's eyes flashed with approval, and he looked at the portrait again, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Brother Duan, do you know the person in the portrait?"

Duan Qianlang didn't rush to admit it, but said, "Dare to ask the seniors, is the person in this portrait the ancestors of your race?"

Without waiting for Santo to speak, Qingluo said: "Qianlang, no, this old-timer has a supreme kindness to my weak water clan, and this portrait has been worshiped for generations after we invited it!"

"I see!" Duan Qianlang nodded and whispered to himself, "Could it be that there is a providence in the underworld?"

It turned out that the characters in this picture scroll were the characters he had seen who had a three-year appointment with him and called himself the "Dragon Emperor" after he was struck by lightning.

He didn't expect that after coming to the Weak Water Tribe, he would see his portrait again, and when he heard Santo's name just now, he realized even more that the old man he saw and the portrait in front of him should be very likely to be the same person.

After thinking for a moment, Duan Qianlang nodded and said, "I did have a few contacts with him, but I wasn't too familiar!"

"Is that true?"

After the old man heard Duan Qianlang's words, a look of surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stood in front of Duan Qianlang, half a body taller than Duan Qianlang, bringing a faint sense of oppression.

Although he didn't understand why the old man was so excited, Duan Qianlang still nodded.

Qing Luo was taken aback by the old man's exaggerated demeanor, because in his impression, the old man had always been extremely calm and wise, and he had never lost his temper like today.

The previous Earth Soil Divine Fruit was okay, but now it was just a portrait, but Santo looked even more surprised, which made Qingluo faintly realize that the secret should be on the portrait.

Thinking of this, Qingluo curiously said to Duan Qianlang: "Qianlang, according to Grandpa, this portrait has been circulated in the clan for tens of thousands of years, are you sure you are not mistaken?"

Duan Qianlang said with certainty: "I'm sure!"

At this time, after the old man finished bowing, he got up again and said to Duan Qianlang: "Little friend, do you know the true identity of the person in the painting?"

"This ...... I don't know!" Duan Qianlang shook his head, only knowing that the old man called himself the "Dragon Emperor", but he didn't know where he came from.

Qing Luo was also very interested in the portrait that had been circulated in the clan for so long, and said, "Grandpa, who is this great benefactor of ours?"

The old man caressed a handful of Qingluo lovingly, and said, "Qing'er, it's time for you to know some secrets of the clan. ”

"The Nine Heavens Galaxy is divided into five domains and nine realms, among which there is a dragon realm in the nine realms, which is famous and powerful, and the person you see in this portrait is the lord of the dragon realm, the current dragon emperor!"

"His Majesty the Dragon Emperor has contributed to the creation of the world. He is in charge of the Dragon Realm, controls hundreds of millions of stars, and is worshiped by endless beings, and is definitely one of the most dazzling existences in the Nine Heavens Galaxy River. ”

"Millions of years ago, the Weak Water Clan suffered a catastrophe, but fortunately, His Majesty the Dragon Emperor appeared in time and resolved this disaster for the Weak Water Clan with supreme divine might. Since then, my weak water clan has been worshiped by the Dragon Emperor, although he has not recognized it, but for so many years, my weak water clan has worshiped him as a god, and has never had the slightest disobedience and disrespect. ”

"Helplessly, although his cultivation is high, he can't change the problem of damage to the root of the weak water, and later opened up the weak water small metaverse, which finally gives our weak water people a place to live, and also gives the weak water a chance to recuperate. ”

"It's just that the source is damaged, and the weak water will never recover on its own, but only less and less until it dries up. Fortunately, with the small metaverse, the speed of weak water attenuation has slowed down, which also makes us people able to survive after so many years. ”

"Qingluo, these are all records in the annals, as a weak water tribe, you can never forget, always remember that His Majesty the Dragon Emperor is the real benefactor of the weak water tribe. ”

Qingluo hurriedly saluted respectfully and said, "Grandpa, Qing'er will never dare to forget!"

Duan Qianlang was full of shock, and once again recalled the bits and pieces with the old man, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "I'll go, this old man is so bullish, it seems that my master is quite valuable!"

Thinking of this, Duan Qianlang couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course, our benefactor of the Weak Water Tribes now has one more person!" Santo said with a slight smile, turned to Duan Qianlang, and said, "Brother Duan, back then, the Dragon Emperor took action to protect my weak Water Clan. But now I didn't expect that it was his heirs who brought the hope of the inheritance of the clan to my weak water tribe. ”

"In your body, the old man feels the most innocent true dragon power, and it is very similar to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, the old man boldly guesses that you must have had a desirable story with His Majesty the Dragon Emperor. ”

Speaking of this, Santo's expression became hot when he looked at Duan Qianlang, he took out a delicate jade pendant from his arms, and said: "This is a portable magic pendant given by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor back then, and there is a drop of his natal essence blood, which can save me at the moment of life and death of my weak water clan. ”

"After you just came in, Fape sensed the power of the true dragon in your body, which echoed and moved. Xiaoyou, now that you have appeared as a disciple of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, the old man has a reluctant request, I wonder if you can agree?"

Duan Qianlang didn't know what Santo was going to say, but looking at him with a sincere look on his face, he said, "Patriarch, please speak!"

Santo pondered for a while, and said, "The old man hopes to lead all the current weak water tribe people to serve you as the master, and I look forward to you leading us back to glory!"

"What?" Santo's request startled Duan Qianlang, and he hurriedly said, "Patriarch, this move must not be done. I only have a few facets with the old man, and I can't talk about my own disciples, and I'm just a junior monk at the middle heaven battle level, so it's really difficult to take on this heavy responsibility, so ......"

"Little friends don't have to be busy refusing!" Santo interrupted Duan Qianlang's words with a smile, and said: "As a descendant of the Dragon Emperor, your achievements in this life are absolutely limitless, His Majesty the Dragon Emperor refused to accept us back then, and he just wanted to hope that the weak water tribe could slowly recover under the protection of the small Yuan realm, but after so many years, the situation of the weak water tribe has deteriorated day by day, and the situation has not improved at all." ”

"And now your arrival is to let us see endless hope, once the weak water origin is repaired, the weak water tribe will definitely return to the world, and our current strength is too weak to withstand the greed and cruelty of many creatures in the big world. ”

"The weak water tribe needs a guardian spirit to help us get through the most dangerous period, and this guardian spirit is you, please don't refuse!"

Poof!

Saying that, Santo actually knelt directly in front of Duan Qianlang, and shouted to Qingluo next to him: "Qing'er, kneel!"

"Yes!"

In the face of the clan master's order, Qing Luo knelt down without hesitation, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, and said: "Qianlang, you and I are brothers who are precious and confidant, the clan grandfather has exhausted his life's work for the inheritance of the clan, we weak water tribesmen have been too hard these years, you are our hope, please agree!"

"Hey, senior, please get up!" Seeing such an old person kneeling in front of him, Duan Qianlang felt very uncomfortable, and hurriedly went to Fusanto in a panic, but he knelt there, but he didn't move.

I only heard him say: "If Brother Duan can't agree today, the old man will kneel here and never get up!"

"Clan Grandpa......" Looking at Santo's resolute appearance, Qingluo's heart was doubly moved, he whimpered and called, turned his head to look at Duan Qianlang, and a begging color flashed in his eyes.

"Qingluo, what are you doing?" Seeing Qingluo's expression, Duan Qianlang couldn't help but say angrily: "It's not that I don't agree to you, but I don't think I have the ability now!"

Qing Luo grabbed Duan Qianlang's arm and said solemnly: "Qianlang, I believe you, and I also believe that the entire weak water clan will support the clan grandfather's decision!"

"This ......"

Duan Qianlang hesitated for a while, because this was not just a matter of promise, but a matter related to the future fate of the entire Weak Water Clan.

It can be said that the fate of the entire clan was handed over to him, which made him feel a lot of pressure for a while.

At this time, seeing Duan Qianlang's hesitant look, Santo fumbled in his hand, took out two things again, and put them in front of Duan Qianlang.