Fei Xie and the old patriarch looked at each other, and they both breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the old patriarch spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaky.

The evil was shocked, helped him to sit on the ground, and was about to raise his palm to heal his wounds, but the old patriarch tried his best to stop him, saying that there was no need to exert effort, and one person should be left unharmed, waiting to take care of Han Cuoyu and wake up.

If the evil is stubborn, he can't resist him, so he will give up.

The old patriarch suddenly realized that he was surprised why Fei Xie had a false view, and he had no choice but to tell him his identity.

Back then, Wu Ming used medicinal powder to make the illusion of the Heavenly Maiden returning to court, covering Feng Mo Yi and leaving with Lingxi, and Fei Xi naturally followed this big lie. He cleverly concealed the matter of bringing Lingxi back and entering the temple to live in the back of the temple, but he thought about his hometown, so he came back.

Xu is old patriarch had serious internal injuries, and he had no time to think about the truth or falsehood of what he said, nodded and sighed: "I don't think about it, the Heavenly Maiden has been back in the court for many years, and the people who guard the palace have the heart to return." I think that since the Heavenly Maiden left the temple and returned to the heavenly court, the witch clan has gradually declined, and the population is not abundant, and now there are only tens of thousands of people left. Thinking of the prosperity of the past, which is several times larger than it is now, the Wu Venerables have repeatedly discussed that they plan to change the Muyun clan, conform to the gods, and appease the anger in order to avoid trouble..."

If it weren't for the mistake of the year, how could the Wu clan suffer this disaster and affect the clansmen?

According to the old patriarch, when the goddess left the temple, the people were terrified and always worried about disasters from heaven. Sure enough, three months later, a ferocious plague broke out, ravaging the lives of the tribesmen, and in just a few days, half of them were killed.

Wu Ming is a witch doctor, he identifies flowers and plants, is proficient in medical skills, skillfully makes pills, in the past, I don't know how many diseases and sufferings are avoided.

The plague was menacing, the medicine was scarce, and the tribesmen were helpless, watching their relatives die suddenly, and the bones were piled up, burning to ashes. At that time, the mourning lingered around the hundred peaks and mountains of Muyun Mountain, bursting with sorrows, crying blood. The faces of each clan were covered with miserable clouds, hugging each other and weeping bitterly.

Fei Xie's heart was tormented, and he didn't dare to glance at the old patriarch's sad and bitter face. In particular, he beat his chest and lamented: "Wu Zun passed a book, telling Han Cuo that he could choose an auspicious day to take him down the mountain, take him to a position of power, and benefit the clansmen." Unexpectedly, another catastrophe from heaven actually cost them their lives, how can this be good? I am afraid that if the people of the clan know, they will be panicked, panicked all day long, and will not be at peace..."

Before the words fell, the old patriarch burst into tears.

Non-evil hands clenched into fists, but also heartbroken, regretful, frustrated, and weeping.

Hancuo woke up in the middle of the night, dazed and stunned for several hours, like a statue, standing still.

The old patriarch stood up strongly, held his palm, and earnestly instructed, tirelessly calming his emotions until the sky was bright.

Han Cuo stood up and wanted to take off the silver mask, but the old patriarch quickly stopped him, and warned him that his mask could only be removed by the bride on the wedding night, and that he was not allowed to take it off without permission.

Fei Xie didn't know how much of the old patriarch's words were listened to, but fortunately, he finally suppressed and obeyed his rebellious and misplaced veins, and stopped being manic and rioting.

The old patriarch brought a set of black Xuan Xuan and asked Han Cuo to change it on, as for his original moon-white shirt, which was stained with blood and stains, the old patriarch immediately smashed it with his palm and sprinkled it in the air.

After Han Cuo changed his clothes, the old patriarch moved more than a dozen skeletons of the great elders to the forest of the mountain peaks behind the Kouxuguan, dug a pit in the ground, and buried the bones in the grave.

He ordered Han Cuo to kneel, perform a summoning prayer, comfort the dead, and rest in peace.

Han Cuoyu had been depressed and silent, and at this time, he bowed respectfully and bowed, kowtowed three times, and completed the funeral sacrifice instructed by the old patriarch to comfort their spirits in heaven.

After sacrificing them, the old patriarch took Han Cuo down the mountain, and instead of evil, he returned to the temple and got drunk.

A few days later, taking advantage of the dark night, he groped down the mountain and learned that Han Cuoyu was about to become the new patriarch, and the old patriarch held on until the end of the ceremony of Han Cuoyu's succession and died that night.

He didn't know how the old patriarch explained to the elders the affairs of the Great Elder, Shenna and the Wu Clan, but the whole clan kept fasting and abstained from sex for fourteen days.

Fei Xie sneaked into the fasting house, looking at the depressed and confused Han Cuo, he sighed, took the old patriarch's unfulfilled wish, guided Han Cuo to abide by the clan rules, clarified the clan rules and taboos, and his responsibilities as the patriarch. And tell him in detail about the strange things, miracles and legends that have happened in the clan over the past hundred years, and even the trend of the hundred peaks and peaks of Muyun Mountain.

That night was the most talked about in the life of right and evil. In the face of the gloomy and silent cold measures, he had to cheer up, not only like a loving mother's diligent advice, but also like a strict father's warnings, but also the earnest teaching of the elders.

Han Cuo finally lived up to his efforts and guided him seriously.

Just when the non-evil was gushing endlessly and his mouth was dry, Han Cuo, who was stunned like wood and stunned, raised his eyes and stared, his eyes were vast and bright.

Fei Xie exhaled heavily, relaxed for a moment, and he was exhausted, and suddenly collapsed in his seat. He once thought that Han Cuo was suffering from deafness and blindness, and all night, his whole body did not move slightly, nor did he say a word, not even a cast look.

The non-heresy is very slow, slowly continued, intermittently, Su Liruo knew how difficult it was for him to tell all this, the stormy Wu clan, even if he changed the name of the clan, he would not be able to return to the prosperity of the year.

Su Liruo secretly wondered: The reason why Fei Xie did not hesitate to expose his identity and spare no effort to guide Han Cuoyu was because he knew that if he couldn't stabilize Han Cuo, the Muyun clan would probably disappear from the world.

Even if the Muyun clan is now sparsely populated, they still uphold the rules and regulations of the hundred-year-old clan, advocating the image of heaven and the gift of sacrifice. Look up at the stars and inspect the firmament, so as to calculate the fortune and misfortune of the whole clan.

If they were shocked to hear that the Great Elder had died tragically, the old patriarch would not have died, and the new patriarch would be depressed, I am afraid that it would be a catastrophe.

The more Su Liruo thought about it, the heavier his heart became, he didn't expect that Han Cuo would suffer so badly! Those great elders, the grace of nurturing and accompaniing, teaching and teaching is as heavy as Mount Tai. In times of crisis, he is willing to die, and he is safe, such kindness is probably the indelible scar in his heart!

Su Liruo finally understood why Fei Xie was angry, and repeatedly warned her to stay away from Han Cuo, and did not hesitate to promise to help her get out of here.

What he carried was not only the hope of the whole clan, but also the bloody pain, more than a dozen lives sacrificed for him!

According to the non-evil words, the Wu clan originated from the Southern Chu national teacher, he was familiar with the stars, and he was accurate in his calculations of Brob, so he was deeply favored by the king of Southern Chu.

The identity of the national teacher is honorable, the momentum is elegant, the appearance is handsome, the partial life is smart and brave, and he has a pair of eyes that pass through the sky, and he actually observes the Big Dipper in detail, and his exquisite calculation is unbiased. The king of Southern Chu was extremely pleased with him, even to the point of obeying his words and believing in him.

The king of Southern Chu gave him a mansion, which was majestic and magnificent, comparable to the imperial palace. It is proposed to be called the Wu clan, and it has been able to prosper Nanchu together, and rewarded thousands of slaves and tens of thousands of maids, and has given countless rare treasures and rare things.

The national teacher is thoughtful, deeply concerned about long-term favor and jealousy, and prosperity will decline. He was strict with himself, diligent and thrifty, gave to the poor, helped the poor, took in the poor, and raised the widows and orphans. Fast-eyed reading

The national teacher had never been in the world for a lifetime, and he thought about how these people would be placed in a hundred years, so he taught the art of divination and divination to those he adopted, and selected some sensitive people to teach how to observe the celestial stars.

Later, when the national teacher passed away, when he was dying, he warned his disciples not to be biased, not to be extreme, not to be full of words, not to be excessive, to leave three points in everything, and not to be brave. Finally, he sighed: "Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, taking advantage of the king's grace and Zehao's protection, please give me a move, the king will not bear to refuse if he sees the thin face of the teacher, and look at your fledglings, overwhelmed, you will not be embarrassed." ”

The disciples looked at each other, wondering, the world is so big, where can they stay? Moreover, the glory and wealth in front of him are endless, could it be that the master is so confused that he abandoned the prosperity of the world, and waded through mountains and rivers, hardships and hardships, and looked for another place to live?

Seeing that they hesitated, the national teacher didn't say much at the moment, but said: "Blessings and misfortunes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, misfortunes and misfortunes depend on each other, misfortunes and misfortunes are unpredictable, you can realize it!" How much you receive depends on your personal cultivation. "After speaking, the soul returns.

It is said that after the funeral of the national teacher, the disciples did not carry out the teacher's orders, resigned and moved, and continued to serve the king of Southern Chu.

I don't know that in the past three years, the disciples have the demeanor of a national teacher, know how to strategize, be cautious in words and deeds, abide by their duties, and admonish and overstep, but they are also safe and sound, and they are even the king's will.

On the Shangyuan Festival, the king of Southern Chu asked the disciples of the national teacher to calculate a hexagram, can he take the opportunity to capture the neighborhood?

Disciples abstain from bathing, set up arrays to watch the stars, and get good signs. The king of Southern Chu was overjoyed, and personally took command of the battle, leading the soldiers to invade the neighboring lands. Unexpectedly, he was ambushed, and more than half of the soldiers were lost, and they fled in defeat.

The king of Southern Chu, who was humiliated by this, angered the disciples of the national teacher, and the ministers who had been jealous for a long time in the court played impeachment. For example, the national teacher is a demon, blinding the holy eye, and deceiving the holy will. He took in the poor and raised the widows and orphans, he was really a strong and powerful position, and secretly recruited troops and horses, and his rebellious intentions were simply revealed.

When the king of Southern Chu heard this, he was furious, and ordered to remove the title of the national teacher who had passed away, and he was convicted of a number of disciples.

Fortunately, when the king of Southern Chu was defeated, the disciples had a premonition of a sudden drop in bad luck, and some of them had been quietly sent away, and the rest were about to escape, but they became dead souls under the knife.

The disciples took the remnants of the Wu clan lineage, crossed the mountains and mountains, and came to settle in Muyun Mountain.

The terrain of Muyun Mountain is steep, but it is rich in products, and the Wu people live in seclusion, and outsiders have no trace, and they all think that they are extinct in that brutal massacre. As everyone knows, the land is wide, the people are intelligent, and in just a few years, the Wu clan has become strong, and the people are prosperous.

Later, the outside world spread the mystery and strangeness of the Wu clan, and they survived in that catastrophe and massacre. The rumors are so evil that people are prohibitive, and they dare not venture into the danger of exploration.

In fact, this is a deliberate spread by Wu Zun, in order to prevent the pursuit of hunters, and to prevent the curiosity of those who do good deeds.

Of course, the Wu clan inherits the national teacher, and the astrological phenomena and divination calculations are still superb, and outsiders are beyond their reach. The clansmen practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies, their cultivation experience, and spiritual power terms, and they have their own faction.

On this day, Su Liruo sat on the threshold of the apse with the non-evil squatting, listening to him happily recount the prosperity of the Wu clan in the past, and sighed gloomily about the current situation of the Muyun clan, worried.

In the apse, Feng Moyi hugged Lingxi and listened to her whisper about the two years of hard waiting, the drowsiness of more than ten years, and the nightmare and illusion. Fortunately, the non-evil daily luck regularly transmits spiritual power to protect her wisps of breath and not break an inch.

Feng Mo is easy to regret, if he knew her intentions, how could he angrily imprison the palace and let her stay in vain for two years? And he wanders outside the palace walls night and night!

Lingxi thanked him for finding him, and he must have gone through nine deaths before he could come to her. She sighed softly and dissipated the past, in addition to being full of melancholy, there was also love and hatred.

She snuggled into his arms, her eyes radiant, overshadowing the room, but she was unaware.

In her life, she had a cold temper, too much love, and an arrogant temperament, but she was in a deep stalemate, originally with a high posture, and finally humble and dusty.

Su Liruo felt the sound behind him, and when he turned around and saw that it was Feng Moyi, he hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Father." ”

Fei Xie calmly said a word, Xu was talking to Su Liruo for too long, he closed his eyes a little tiredly, leaned against the door frame, and seemed to sleep.

Feng Moyi looked at Fei Xie, beckoned, and whispered to Su Liruo: "Ruo'er, come here!" ”

Su Liruo looked at Fei Xie from the side, nodded, and went into the inner room with Feng Moyi.

When the two of them left, Fei Xie suddenly opened his eyes, at this time, what he was thinking about in his heart was not what Feng Mo Yi was looking for Su Liruo to do? After all, they are family.

What he was worried about was, did Su Liruo listen to his words? Did she hear his off-strings, to be exact? For the current situation of the Mu Yun Clan, Han Cuo is very important, his ability is beyond doubt, whether he can revive the Mu Yun Clan depends on his actions.

No matter what happens, Fei Xie always believes that only Han Cuo can stabilize the misty Mu Yun clan, and besides, he has Mu Zhi by his side, a powerful helper.

Thinking about it, Fei Xie suddenly remembered that Su Liruo called Feng Mo Yi his father, but it was obvious that she was not Feng Mo Yi's daughter at all, could it...

No way! I still remember that back then, when the Seventh Prince was born, Feng Moyi already had three princes, so it seems that Su Liruo may not be the concubine of any of his imperial heirs!

Thinking about it, Fei Xie relaxed slightly, closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep.

Su Liruo followed the wind and ink to the inner room, and the ice coffin melted into water and slowly dried up, leaving only a puddle of water waves, slightly rippling.

Xu is body is weak, Lingxi is leaning on the seat, no wonder, drowsy for more than ten years, once woke up, saw the person in mind. If it weren't for her cold nature, I'm afraid that her heart would be surging and she wouldn't be able to support it.

There was a slight warmth in her eyes, and she smiled softly at Su Liruo, the moment she opened her eyes from the ice coffin, her shocking face was this girl.

Su Liruo had a lot of thoughts for a while: Feng Xuanyu missed her mother for many years, and didn't know that she was still alive, but now, she had no chance to get together. And she, although she fulfilled his wish for him and was fortunate to meet him, was not his state of mind after all, how could she replace it?

Su Liruo endured her wet eyes, afraid of accidentally slipping off, raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Moyi, bent her legs, knelt down slowly, bowed her head and called softly: "Mother!" ”

Mother! Yes, she calls her a mother, not a concubine. She understands Feng Xuanyu's intentions, and longs for an ordinary and warm home, with a loving father and mother, and a happy one, but it is not the blood of the intriguing royal heir.

Mother? Lingxi trembled all over, almost fell from the seat, but Feng Mo Yi was quick to help her.