Seeing the little beggar stubbornly walking down the mountain, the boy asked softly, "Daddy, will he blame you?" ”

Yu Fengguang chuckled: "Dad saved them, they should thank me." ”

The boy asked, "Why?" ”

The woman looked at her son lovingly, and said lovingly, "If the slave catchers capture them, they will not only be branded with five petals, but they will also be whipped fifty." Her two children would be taken away and thrown into the official slavery house, where they would grow up to be slaves for life in the salt works. ”

The boy asked, puzzled, "But what I see in his eyes is hatred." ”

"Sometimes, injuries are also a form of protection." Yu Fengguang patted his son on the shoulder.

Yu Fengguang didn't know that the stubborn and dirty little beggar was the eldest son of the eighteenth emperor of the Great Hui Dynasty, the eldest son of the emperor, and the one who was called the aunt was Gu Xue, the personal maid of Ye Jiu Xuancai, and the girl on her back who did not put down and walk was the second daughter of the emperor, Tai Peidie.

In the records of the Great Hui Dynasty's Xingbi City, the eldest son and the second daughter of the emperor are ominous things that have turned into a pool of blood.

At this time, Yu Fengguang didn't have time to worry about these three strange pariahs. He had more important things to worry about, his beloved wife was in labor.

The woman called softly: "Hong'er, come to help my mother, my mother seems to have a heavy foot." ”

The father and son turned around, only to see the woman standing in the same place but unable to move, and blood was dripping from under her.

Yu Fengguang was startled, and hurriedly ran over to help his beloved wife: "Yilu, how are you?" Why did you shed so much blood? ”

The woman known as Yilu is the second princess of the Gezhi clan.

A happy smile spread across Yi Lu's face: "Our child, the bravest and strongest son of our Gezhi and Yufeng clans, wants to see the most beautiful colors of the sky, and the most dazzling flowers of the maple tree!" ”

Yu Fengguang hurriedly called his son: "Hong'er, quickly, you took a sword and a bow and arrows to guard the mountain pass, don't let anyone, beasts, or birds enter the forest, your mother is weak and needs your protection." ”

Yu Fenghong turned pale with fright: "Dad, there are beasts at the mountain pass, can I beat them?!" ”

Yu Fengguang turned around and shouted: "Hong'er, you are five years old, you are a man, your responsibility is to protect your mother!" ”

Yu Fenghong opened his mouth, took the wooden sword in a panic, and then took a few arrows from the tent house, and hurriedly ran towards the mountain pass.

Behind him, his mother's screams were heard: "Ahhh

Yu Fengguang carried his beloved wife into the tent and placed white maple leaves and acacia leaves under her. These two kinds of trees are the most powerful sacred trees of the Southern Wilderness Rongzhou Human Race for a thousand years to ward off evil spirits and Zhenning Mansion, and almost every woman will use them to remove filth and help Shenning when she is about to give birth.

Yi Lu stood holding the tallest tree in the tent house, blood flowing down her legs, she gritted her teeth and screamed.

Yu Feng can hear the rumbling sound of running under the mountain, as well as the sound of birds flying up and hitting the sweetgum tree, falling and fluttering again.

The powerful bloody qi produced by Yilu has attracted countless sleeping birds that live by sucking blood, and they follow the blood qi, or it won't be long before the bottom of this mountain will be covered with all the blood-eating sleeping birds in the Thousand Miles of Buting Mountain.

Although Yu Fengguang had planted white sweetgum trees and red acacia trees under the mountain before this, at this moment, hearing a strong strange sound from the bottom of the mountain, Yu Fengguang was still taken aback.

This is not simply an ordinary sleeping bird, the white sweetgum tree and the golden acacia tree can suppress all the sleeping birds in the thousands of miles of Buting Mountain, but if there is a strange smell of blood, it is defenseless.

He was worried that Hong'er would lose to those inexplicable monsters, and he was even more worried about his beloved wife who was giving birth in the tent. As sinners of the Yufeng clan and the Gezhi clan, they survived in the hope that one day they could give birth to a son, restore the fallen dynasty, and redeem the shackles of the clan.

The child in the green belly is their only hope in this life.

Yu Fengguang walked out of the tent house, squinted his eyes and looked at the distant heavenly traces, the stars in the sky were chaotic, and the white star had not fallen for five years, and at this moment it surpassed Sirius. The nine stars of the arc are straight but not curved, strongly suppressing Sirius, but they cannot hide the brilliance of the white star.

Yu Fengguang broke off a sweetgum tree, poked it in his chest, and said loudly: "With the blood of my blood, protect this mountain!" With the blood of my blood, call me the guardian saint of the distant ancestors of the Yufeng clan! ”

There was a thunderous roar from the bottom of the mountain, a cool breeze hit the mountain, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

Yi Lu let out a heart-rending scream, and the trees swayed.

Yu Feng knelt on the ground and muttered and begged, his voice getting louder and louder, and he roared miserably:

"The great Isamna, the spirit of all things! The great Emperor Chiyan, the greatest common god of the twenty-six clans! I offer all I have, please take care of my child, let him come into the world, offer you a lifetime of sacrifice, and sweep away all injustice in Rongzhou! ”

Yu Fengguang slammed the blood-stained black sweetgum branch to the ground, wiped the blood on his chest with both hands, and held the fresh branch tightly, and a steady stream of blood flowed through his hands to the branch.

Like being watered by a spring, the branches of the sweetgum tree sprout quickly, and the roots spread in all directions in an instant under the earth's surface, silent, but powerful, and a fist-sized branch grows into a branch.

Yu Fengguang took another breath and urged the blood in his body to water the sweetgum tree.

The blood-watered sweetgum tree grew rapidly, and in a few moments, it grew into a towering tree, taller and stronger than all the sweetgum trees on the top of the mountain.

Yu Fengguang persevered, and the blood in his body flowed continuously to the sweetgum tree watered with blood.

The branches of the sweetgum tree rise in a curling manner, condense on the top of the mountain, and gradually take shape, but it is hazy and indifferent.

The aroma is getting stronger and stronger, and the light of the sweetgum tree is getting brighter and brighter, swirling, gathering, and the slightest ray of light rushes to the treetops.

A humanoid face finally condensed in the sky, and gradually grew nine heads, its tail feathers were five palms long, and it was full of light.

This is the Nine Phoenix, the Archaeopteryx of the Yufeng Clan.

In fear and despair, Yu Feng Guang summoned the Nine Phoenixes, the Archaeopteryx of the Yufeng Clan, which was the patron god of the Yufeng Clan's ancestors before they crossed to the south of the Chixian Divine Continent.

Nine phoenixes soared in the sky, hovering among the sweetgum trees, picking up the branches of the sweetgum trees with their beaks and throwing them down the mountain, just in front of the sleeping birds that swept the mountain like colorful clouds.

The sweetgum branches that were scattered on the ground grew when they saw the wind, first branching out and then budding and leafing, and everything grew in an instant, dense like a hedge.