"You guys, don't come here, I'm a good person!" The lewd skinny tall man said in a panic.

As he spoke, he suddenly whistled strangely outside.

At this time, suddenly the fire outside was shining, and the shouts were soaring to the sky, nothing else, it was a group of people from the demon clan who rushed in.

"Oh no, we're fooled!" A small minion of the Kongmen clan roared.

"It seems that what the prince of Yan Guo said is not wrong, our enemy is not the two of them, but this damned person!"

However, there is no time to regret it now. I saw that the demon people outside the wall were more fierce than the other, and they wanted to catch the demon spy who mixed into the crowd, but there was no one anymore.

Yan Wanyun grabbed Xu Langyin's hand and yelled outside: "If you have the ability, our two clans will compete fairly, don't take advantage of others here." ”

However, where would those demon people care about this, they used their magic, and suddenly there was a piece of flying sand and rocks outside.

"Looks like it's time for me to use the Acacia Bell!" Xu Langyin looked at the scene out of control for a while, and immediately took out his bell and shook it outside.

I saw a flash of fire rushing out of the wall of the Kongmen clan, and then fell on the body of that group of people.

The group of people was about to recite a spell to attack and destroy the defenses of the Kongmen Clan, but suddenly encountered a fire falling from the sky, and immediately became a mess.

"It seems that this bell is really not the fire that kills the patriarch!" Those who saw it suddenly realized. Although their nature is not high, they still have a basic concept of right and wrong, and they cannot say that the wind is the rain, let alone frame them.

So they began to change their attitude towards Xu Langyin.

The chief heir of the Kongmen clan was about to apologize to Xu Langyin, but Xu Langyin and Yan Wanjuan jumped up and went outside the wall to attack the group of demon clans head-on.

The Demon Race is one of the three major tribes of the Misty Forest, in fact, magic is not a shoddy trick, but if it is used by people with ulterior motives, it becomes very terrifying.

They themselves are only advisers and educators for various tribes, and only this evil clan attacks others everywhere and sow discord.

Xu Langyin couldn't care that he was only one person, and he forgot that this bell could only be used once in a quarter of an hour, so he chased him out and fought to the death with the people of the demon clan.

When the people of the demon clan saw the fire of the heavenly general, they knew that this kind of fire was not something that ordinary people could avoid, and if they continued to attack, they might get something.

Seeing Xu Langyin's dress and the acacia bell in his hand, he knew that it was a holy relic of the misty forest, picked up the stone and smashed it hard, and then left a sentence: "There will be a period later" and ran back to his tribe.

Xu Langyin was about to chase after him, but he was stopped by Yan Wanjuan, and whispered: "Poor Kou Mo chases, if you chase after it, you may not be able to get any benefits." ”

Then, Xu Langyin had no choice but to let go of his obsession and return to the martial arts training ground of the Kongmen clan.

The people in the martial arts training ground saw that it was Xu Langyin, and they rushed up one after another.

Xu Langyin felt that the people of the Kongmen Clan were more polite and polite than the people of the Wu Clan, and they were more polite to themselves, and then he smiled and said, "Brothers, what are you doing here?" ”

The leader handed over a piece of gold ingot, "Miss Xu, our brothers got together for two main purposes, one is to thank you for helping us repel the attack of the demons, and on the other hand, I was more unreasonable to you just now, so bear with me." ”

Yan Wanjun laughed when she heard it: "Well, Xu Langyin helped you repel the people of the demon clan, we deserve this, but if you say that we are to blame, it will be too much." ”

The leader hurriedly said, "Not too much, not too much, we really think so." ”

Xu Langyin said with a smile: "The leader is serious, it doesn't seem that it was you who forced me to use the Hehuan bell just now, that person is the spy of the demon clan, why do you still carry the bad things done by others?" ”

He laughed, and then continued the discussion.

"No matter what, Xu Langyin is not only not our enemy now, but also our guest." The leader said.

Then handed Xu Langyin the most noble white tea of the Kongmen clan.

The so-called white tea is plain water. However, because the Misty Forest is so polluted, basically all the spring water needs to be disinfected and stirred with tea leaves or other things before drinking.

Only the people of the Kongmen clan have worked hard to develop a system for filtering and cleaning sewage, so they can drink white tea.

Xu Langyin and Yan Wanjun took the white tea, and then said to the leader: "Chief, we don't want any benefits, and we don't expect you to hold any banquet, in fact, the most important thing now should be to clean up the old man and hold a funeral in a beautiful manner." ”

The people of the Kongmen clan looked around, and after a short discussion, they agreed.

Because the responsibility of the patriarch is very heavy, and there is often the danger of war with foreign clans, when the patriarch receives the golden seal, he will also get the high-grade coffin made by the clan.

The Patriarch of the Empty Gate is no exception.

His coffin was a coffin made of fine cedar wood, painted red on the outside, and carved in gold.

The leader was grieved and asked the coffin to be taken out of the house, and he found a servant to scrub the patriarch's body clean, and then put it in the coffin, ready to be buried.

The accompanying disciples all remembered the kindness of the patriarch to them that day, and they couldn't wait to go with him to the funeral.

However, when the Kongmen clan was employing people, no one had the courage to really accompany the burial, so they took off their clothes one after another, or cut off their hair, and put them in the elder's coffin.

The funeral of the patriarch was held in accordance with the funeral of the deceased patriarch.

Even more tragic than those who had died, they had also invited transcendent mages from outside to recite incantations day and night.

Xu Langyin and Yan Wanjun saw it, and felt that even if they were driven by the emperor in their home, it was nothing more than that.

Yan Wanjun hurriedly went up to persuade the leader: "The matter has happened, don't be so sad, hurry up and find someone to act as the patriarch, and it is important to carry out daily things." ”

The leader was highly respected, and although he was a little young, he couldn't find faults, so he took over his golden seal and ordered his brothers and sisters of the Kongmen clan to follow him.

Xu Langyin asked the servant to prepare a good coffin of the same specification and send it to the leader.

When the leader saw the coffin, he was a little entangled, but Yan Wanchuan pointed to the patriarch's coffin and whispered: "Chief, you still have to mourn and change, since the patriarch is already like this, fortunately, he has prepared for the future." If you're just gone, maybe ......"

The chief then accepted the coffin, then removed the red cloth from it and engraved his name.

The entire Kongmen clan fell into a rambling panic, with a cry of grief and a white flag fluttering.

Xu Langyin suddenly walked over and said to the leader: "The leader's mourning is smooth, and he can do his best, which is naturally a piece of filial piety of the clan, but this sadness can't be too ......."

The leader has been an orphan since he was a child, and it can be said that the patriarch of the empty gate raised him single-handedly, and he owes him more than this thing? Then he cried and said to Xu Langyin: "What do you know? Am I going too far? Should I sing every day, and then you will be happy? ”

Xu Langyin hurriedly held the leader's hands and whispered: "The leader is angry, the small one doesn't mean that, it's just that if we make our sorrow too public, others will know that we are doing a funeral here, and your status is unstable, I'm afraid it will ......."

When he said this, the chief gladly accepted.

It turned out that foreign invasions were chosen when their own people were busy doing other things. Then they have no time to take care of it, and they can't unify it, so they can only watch their tribes being occupied.

Now, when Xu Langyin said this, he seemed to remember something, so he asked a group of young people who were chanting the scriptures to stand guard at the gate of the tribe with weapons.

The patriarch's invitation asked Yan Wanjun to find a lot of white letterheads, and then put them on the legs of the pigeon, and sent them to various tribes and tribes.

After three days, the heads of the various tribes came to the Kongmen clan with gifts to offer their condolences.

Yan Wanjun saw that the preparations for the funeral were already in order, so she began to discuss with Xu Langyin about returning to the city.

Xu Langyin was frightened by the chaotic and tragic scene in the Misty Forest, and had no other thoughts, only said that when the funeral was over, everything would be arranged slowly.

Yan Wanjun knew that although Xu Langyin was a member of the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan were more or less related, and they were both people in the Misty Forest, so it was not easy to be reluctant.

However, he really wanted to be able to return to the city as soon as possible, and now he couldn't go out, and every day he faced the deceased elder of the Kongmen clan, and he had already said everything, so he began to get bored, and then began to wander around the house.

Xu Langyin accompanied the leader to receive people who came and went to mourn, and they were very appreciative of this witch woman who had just been promoted to elder, and gave her a lot of gifts.

Only the leader of the demon clan came with a straight face, and there was nothing to say. After all, their own aliens can't control it, and they have already come to the door to make trouble in person, so they can't say anything.

Seeing that the day of the seventh day was approaching, the people who were looking for the tomb were ready to stop and come back to report it, and they began to look for the right time to send the elder on his way.

Yan Wanjun heard that the patriarch had died, and in addition to the new patriarch, she also had to ask the distinguished guests of the foreign clan to carry the coffin together. The patriarch who came to mourn either went back in a hurry, or he didn't dare to be interested in this matter, so this task fell on Yan Wanjun.

He began to look at the road to the cemetery, and the size of the coffin, and the etiquette, and so on, and prepared for most of the day, and wrote it down in his notebook, and then demonstrated it several times, and went forward to discuss the funeral with the chief.

The chieftain saw that he was willing, and gladly accepted.