A book of exercises.

A vial.

This is what Santo took out, he looked at Duan Qianlang, and said: "Brother Duan, this exercise is called "Panlong Divine Fist", which is a heaven and earth-level attack exercise. And this bottle contains the most precious gift of my weak water tribe - weak water!"

"The exercises are left by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor to the weak water tribe for self-defense, you are the descendant of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, and now that you are here, you should return the things to the original owner, although it is not the Dragon Emperor himself, but it is enough to bear it. ”

"This bottle of weak water is a gift from the old man to you, as long as you agree to the old man's request, how much do you need for weak water resources in the future, you can use it as much as you want, do you think it's good?"

"Senior, you misunderstood!" Duan Qianlang immediately shook his head, he didn't go to get the exercises and weak water, he knew that it was the weak water clan patriarch who misunderstood his thoughts, this was an exchange.

And although these things are good, Qingluo is his brother in life and death, and he doesn't want to mix interests between brothers.

Qingluo also said to Santo: "Grandpa, Qianlang is not that kind of person!"

"Qing'er, the old man understands!" Santo's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said to Duan Qianlang: "Brother Duan, it's not that the old man treats you as a snob, but I hope that you can accept these things so that your strength can go further." ”

"As long as your strength is getting stronger and stronger, the weak water tribe will be safer, and only in a safe environment, our weak water tribe will reproduce smoothly and accelerate the pace of growth!"

"So, it's not the old man who is exchanging with you, but the old man's sincerity, please don't think about it!"

As soon as Santo said this, Duan Qianlang's heart suddenly became clear, and he hurriedly said apologetically: "Senior, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry!"

Santo shook his head and said, "Brother Duan, can you agree?"

Duan Qianlang took a few deep breaths, walked back and forth a few times, and finally stopped, and said solemnly to Santo and Qingluo: "Okay, I promise you!"

"Thank you, Brother Duan!" Santo shouted and bowed respectfully, and Qingluo also followed him and bowed a few times to Duan Qianlang.

And Duan Qianlang naturally didn't dare to accept this big gift, so he hurriedly dodged and stepped aside, shaking his head helplessly.

Santo got up, took the exercises and weak water, and said, "Brother Duan, please accept it!"

Duan Qianlang hurriedly refused: "Senior, I have agreed to your request, these things should be left for the weak water tribe people!"

Santo said: "Now that you and I are a family, don't separate each other, the road to growth is long, you will always use these things, don't be polite!"

Duan Qianlang hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, Qianlang is here to thank the patriarch!"

Watching Duan Qianlang accept the exercises and weak water, Santo showed a relieved look, turned to Qingluo and said, "Qing'er, when you left the clan back then, I didn't teach you the exercises, in order to prevent you from leaking His Majesty's cultivation exercises of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor after you had an accident outside. ”

"Now that you have returned safely and made great contributions to the clan, I will teach you all the exercises when I return. ”

"Clan Grandpa, thank you!" Qing Luo saluted respectfully and said, "Clan Grandpa, in fact, there is no need to be so troublesome, after the Thousand Waves Divine Diagram has evolved the exercises, I will be able to learn this exercise very quickly." ”

"Oh, Brother Duan still has this ability?" Santo looked at Duan Qianlang curiously, and said, "If there is a chance, the old man would like to see Brother Duan's methods." ”

Duan Qianlang smiled slightly, and said: "The clan master said that it was funny, as you said, now that we are a family, then my things will naturally be shared and benefit all the weak water tribe people." ”

"Okay!" Santo's eyes were full of approval, and he took Qing Luo and Duan Qianlang's hands and said, "Follow me!"

The three of them went out of the house, and the courtyard was already full of weak water tribesmen, obviously they all knew what was going to happen today, so they all gathered here.

Duan Qianlang looked at it, there were about fifty people in front of him, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was really sad and lamentable, it turned out that the weak water tribe that had been flourishing for a while had also fallen into such a field!

"My people, thank you, thank you, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, let us weak water people see the hope of inheriting the torch again!" Santo looked at the group of people, his hands were open, his expression was excited, and his words made all the weak water people explode immediately.

"Grandpa, is this true?" asked Newton and a group of other children, one by one, chattering around.

"Ah...... We have finally waited for this day......" Niu Ge and a group of other young people shouted at the sky, as if releasing the resentment that had accumulated in their hearts for many years.

"Child, what a good ......" Qingluo's parents looked at Qingluo who was standing next to Santo, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"Patriarch, what kind of hope is it?" asked some of the older people in the crowd, keeping their calm.

After all, they had endured it for so many years, and it was very shocking and unexpected for them to suddenly hear such news.

Santo's face was full of red light, and he pulled Qingluo in front of everyone, and said: "I, Santo, as the patriarch of the weak water tribe, announce that from today onwards, Qingluo of the weak water tribe will officially take over the position of the patriarch of the weak water tribe, and he will be the new patriarch of the weak water tribe in the future, leading you to witness the glory!"

After the old man finished speaking, regardless of the exclamations of the surrounding crowd, he pointed a little finger, and a rolling weak water suddenly appeared in between, and then melted into Qingluo's eyebrows.

It is a weak watermark, a sign of the transfer of power, and with this mark, it can give orders to all the weak water people.

Newton crossed his hands on his hips, his eyes glared at Lao Yuan, and said, "Clan grandfather, what ability does Qingluo have to serve as the patriarch?"

"yes, he took over as the patriarch as soon as he came back, which seems a little unreasonable......"

"Since it is the patriarch's arrangement, there must be a saying, can't you wait and see?"

"If he can change the situation of the clan, let him be the patriarch!"

In the audience, there were all kinds of discussions, many of which were questioning Santo's decision.

Santo, on the other hand, smiled mysteriously and said to the crowd around him: "Don't make a noise, you can see later!"

As he spoke, Santo pulled Duan Qianlang in front of everyone and said, "I declare that from today onwards, Duan Qianlang will become the guardian saint of the Weak Water Clan, and all the people of the Weak Water Clan will worship him as the Lord in this life, and he will never change!"

"What? How is this possible?"

"Isn't the patriarch old and confused, why do you call such a little doll to be our patron saint?"

"That's it, I don't think his cultivation is just a Zhongtian battle-level realm, how can such a poor cultivation be the guardian saint of our weak water tribe?"

"Today's events are so evil......"

In the field, there were once again pieces of discussion, most of which were aimed at Duan Qianlang, and even in the eyes of Newton and others, they could see a little bit of resentment, for fear that they were thinking about what means Duan Qianlang must have used to confuse Santo.

At this time, a middle-aged man finally couldn't help but walk out, saluted Santo respectfully, and said, "Clan master, what's going on with all this?"

Santo still smiled and said, "You don't have to wonder, come with me!"

Everyone got out of the way, and Santo took Qingluo and Duan Qianlang in front, all the way to the shiny pond.

Behind them, the group of weak water tribesmen also hurriedly followed.

When they went up to the altar, they were able to see the whole pond. The water in this pond is weak water, and the weak water on the entire weak Mercury is now only a small pond.

Santo looked at the pond steadily, turned to the weak water tribe and said, "My people, this Duan brother has the means to repair the origin of weak water, and you will see a miracle happen later!"

"What? He was able to repair the Weak Water Origin?"

"So that's the truth about how he became the patron saint of the race!"

"If he can really repair the Weak Water Origin, then he is definitely qualified to become the guardian spirit of our race!"

"For such a big thing, it must be sacrificed first, but whose turn is it this time?"

The discussion of the weak water tribe sounded around again, but I don't know who mentioned the "sacrifice", which made the other people's bodies tremble, and their eyes showed fear and fear.

Sure enough, Santo pondered for a moment, and said in a somewhat heavy tone: "Sacrifice!"

Everyone lowered their heads for a while, not daring to reply.

Santo glanced at everyone, sighed, and said, "According to the old practice, let's draw lots!"

At this time, the person with the organic spirit hurriedly brought up a bamboo tube, which contained many bamboo sticks with some serial numbers written on it.

"Qingluo, what is this for?" Duan Qianlang asked with some curiosity.

Qingluo sighed and said, "Qianlang, the weak water tribe will sacrifice every time it encounters a major event, and you will know later!"

"No!" Seeing that Santo was about to speak, a person walked out of the crowd and said to Santo and the others: "Patriarch, all the clansmen, the little fat dun and the bean sprouts are already sick and inhuman, and their physique is weird, they can't get the approval of the weak water, and they are just wasted people in this life, why not use them to sacrifice?"

"yes......"

"It's ......"

In the crowd, there were many voices of approval, and Qingluo's parents sighed softly in secret.

Listening to everyone's words, Duan Qianlang suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, secretly thinking that they were sacrificing the lives of their clansmen?

Santo glanced at the crowd around him and said, "Is this what you all think?"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then most of them nodded.

"Alright!" Santo hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Go and bring them!"

In the middle of the field, the four middle-aged men quickly left, but in a few moments, they brought two children about ten years old to the altar.

However, one of the children was brought here.

Duan Qianlang raised his eyes and saw that it was a boy who was being carried, and his whole body looked very fat, and it seemed to be swollen, his eyes were blurred, and it seemed that it was difficult to even breathe.

And next to the stretcher, there is also a little girl who looks yellow and thin, and the wind is about to blow, the whole person is thin and unadult-looking, wearing a shabby dress, tightly grasping the hand of the boy on the stretcher, tears in her eyes, which makes people look very heartbroken.

Thinking of people calling their names, Duan Qianlang realized at this time that the so-called "little chubby dun" and "bean sprouts" were indeed very consistent with their figures.

The four middle-aged men put down the stretcher, stepped aside, wiped their tears with bean sprouts, looked at Santo, and said, "Grandpa, are my brothers and sisters going to be liberated today?"

Santo's eyes flashed with unbearability, and he said slowly: "The clan will not forget your merits!"

Bean Sprouts nodded slowly, and said to the boy on the stretcher: "Brother, we can finally be free, and you won't have to be so bitter in the future!"

Little Fat Dun heard the sound of bean sprouts, but he didn't seem to be able to speak, just nodded hard, and a line of tears came out of his eyes.

Santo turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Set up the incense case, light the magic candle!"

"Yes!"

Several people from the weak water tribe stepped forward, placed an incense case against the weak water pond, and then lit candles and stepped aside.

Santo walked to the incense table, lit three sticks of incense in the furnace, and then knelt down, and silently recited a string of dry and incomprehensible sacrifices.

After the sacrificial recitation, except for Duan Qianlang, all the weak water tribesmen, including Qingluo, knelt down and bowed respectfully and reverently towards the weak water pond.

After the ceremony, several weak water tribesmen removed the items on the incense table, and then lifted the little fat dun to the incense table.

Santo's hand moved slightly, but seemed to hesitate, and said to the bean sprouts, "Dangdang, do you have anything else to say?"

Bean Sprouts knelt in front of Santo and said silently: "Grandpa, thank you for taking care of our brothers and sisters for so many years, we will never forget this life, thank you!"

With that, the bean sprouts kowtowed three times to Santo and the surrounding Weak Water Tribesmen.

Santo's expression was grim, and he said: "Brother and sister are on the road together, Huangquan Road is good for each other, the clan will set up a tablet for you, and worship incense forever, I, Santo, am sorry for you!"

Swish!

Santo raised his palm suddenly, and the bean sprouts pounced on the little fat dun at once, his eyes closed tightly, and he wept silently.

"Wait!"

Seeing Santo's palm slam down, Duan Qianlang couldn't stand anymore, and suddenly let out a loud shout, even the weak water in the pond in front of him shook.