"Uncle clan, I'm going to take someone to hunt down that kid, and I'm bound to chase the Zhenlong Fu back!" Ziyun Tian is in a hurry, the Zhenlong Fu is the inheritance foundation of a clan, if it is taken away by Qin Han like this, how can the Shanshui tribe deal with itself?

With a wave of his big hand, Zi Yuntian was about to chase after him with the three major divine guards, but he was scolded by Zi Qiong loudly: "Yuntian, no!" The stakes are high, everyone immediately go back to the tribe, I have something important to announce! ”

"Uncle Clan, but ......"

"No, but."

"Yes."

Purple Dome nodded, and the twilight on his body was swept away.

Soon, all the high-level leaders of the Shanshui tribe gathered together, and the purple dome above the first seat reminisced.

"Uncle Clan, the people have arrived!" After counting the number of people, Zi Yuntian said respectfully.

Ziqiong snorted, and then looked around at all the high-level leaders of the Shanshui Tribe: "I want to gather here today to talk to you about the Zhenlong Fu and the future direction of my Shanshui Tribe. ”

"Uncle Clan, please!" Everyone stood up, looking respectful.

Ziqiong raised his hand and motioned for everyone to sit back in their places, and after everyone sat down, the old man said slowly:

"This time, the property in my Shanshui tribe was looted by that Qin Han, which can be described as a great loss of vitality. Ladies and gentlemen, failure is not terrible, but what is terrible is that you will never recover! Now that the most difficult time for my Shanshui tribe has come, after I leave, everyone here must work together to overcome the difficulties, and it is bound to make my Shanshui tribe rise again! Can you do it? ”

"Yes! Please rest assured! ”

Everyone stood up and clenched their fists one after another, expressing their determination.

A few more people stood up, their eyes flashing with hatred, "Uncle Clan, that Qin Han is bold, from today onwards, he will be the mortal enemy of my Shanshui tribe!" We will keep an eye on his movements, and once he uses the Thunder Talisman, we will hunt him down with all the strength of our clan, and we will surely take back the resources in his hands! ”

The plundering of a clan's resources is by no means a hatred that can be easily resolved, those resources are accumulated through generations of hard work, and they must not be resigned!

After these people finished speaking, the rest of the people also stood up: "Yes, Qin Han relied on the thunder talisman to do whatever he wanted, riding on our heads to and pee, as long as he uses the thunder talisman, it will be the time to bear our wrath!" ”

It is impossible for Qin Han to hold that thunder talisman for the rest of his life, apart from the thunder talisman, what else does Qin Han have? Maybe it's talented, but what's the use? No matter how demonic the talent is, as long as he doesn't grow up, he is just a little monk who cultivates the Qi Realm, and he can be killed by sending a master of the Tiandan Realm at will!

Looking at the people who were angry and their eyes were full of murder and hatred, Ziqiong sighed, "The reason why I called you here today is for Qin Han!" In the future, not only should you not regard Qin Han as an enemy, but you must also obey him! ”

"This?"

"Uncle Clan, what does this mean?"

Ziqiong's words were like a boulder dropped, setting off a storm in everyone's hearts, and everyone who was full of anger was puzzled.

In the face of everyone's doubts, Ziqiong stood up unhurriedly and said solemnly: "Because of the Zhenlong Fu!" Because Zhenlong Fu has already recognized Qin Han as the master! Not surprisingly, in the near future, Qin Han will become the master of my three thousand tribes and the city lord of Zhenlong City! ”

"From childhood to Daer, I must have heard more or less about the legend of the Zhenlong Fu: the one who gets the Zhenlong Fu is the lord of the three thousand tribes and the lord of Zhenlong City!"

Everyone frowned slightly, and Ziyun Tian stepped forward and said, "Uncle clan, isn't that a legend?" Can a story that has been passed down for thousands of years be taken seriously? ”

Ziqiong nodded, "Yuntian, although you are the patriarch, you don't pay much attention to the Zhenlong Fu, and the old man doesn't say much to you. That old man will tell you now, everything about the Zhenlong Fu is not a legend, nor is it a fairy tale made up out of boredom, but it really exists, and it is a treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years in my Changsheng River Basin! When the last guardian of the Zhenlong Fu handed over the talisman to the old decay, he gave a very solemn explanation. ”

The people in the hall were all dumbfounded! For a long time, everyone regarded everything about the Zhenlong Fu as an ethereal legend, but now, someone told them that this legend was true!

How ridiculous is all this! It was difficult for everyone to accept this fact for a while. If the Zhenlong Fu recognized the Lord as the rest of the people, it would be fine, but it was Qin Han!

Zi Yuntian stood in place and fell silent, as the clan uncle said, although he was the patriarch, he knew very little about everything about the Zhenlong Fu. As the patriarch of the Shanshui Tribe, he had countless affairs to deal with every day, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the 'useless' Zhenlong Fu! Not available, not interested.

But the old man on the first seat had an earnest gaze, as the patriarch, it was not the first time he had seen such eyes, and the old people in the tribe also looked at him like this on weekdays, and his eyes were full of ardent hope and trust.

Such a gaze was too heavy, and it was most difficult for him to refuse, although he still had resentment and hatred for that Qin Han in his heart, he still nodded and said, "Uncle Clan, Yun Tian knows." ”

The purple dome above the first seat nodded, a smile on his face.

Zi Yuntian felt a little dazed, because the clan uncle hadn't laughed for a long, long time, especially after another Dragon Realm master in the clan died.

The last time Uncle Clan smiled so thoroughly, if he remembered correctly, it was when he was very young.

The old man in the first seat restrained his smile and slowly stood up from his seat, his face was calm and natural, only to see him wave his hand to the many high-level people in the lobby, signaling everyone to leave.

After many high-level officials left, the old man beckoned to Zi Yuntian, "Yuntian, go out for a walk with the old man." ”

Zi Yuntian nodded respectfully, "Yes, Uncle Clan!" ”

The old man said no more, got up and walked out of the lobby. Zi Yuntian hurriedly followed, his heart full of worry. Because of the clan uncle's body, the twilight and death qi that had originally dissipated have reconverged, and they are getting thicker and thicker! Thinking of the old man's smile, Zi Yuntian had a bad premonition. But he didn't say much, just quietly followed behind the old man.

After the old man left the lobby, he glanced back at the hall that was not majestic but definitely solemn, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, and sighed lightly:

"One hundred and fifty-six years of time, just like this, quietly flowed away, in this hall, the old man sat from youth to twilight, witnessing the countless ups and downs of my mountain tribe. For more than 100 years, it is not fast to say fast, and it is not slow to say slow. ”

"For more than 100 years, the old man personally sent away familiar faces. Among these faces, there are old elders, and there are old juniors, but without exception, they are all old relatives and friends. It was the old man who personally covered the coffins for them and personally sent them to the ground. Especially Zisheng ......"

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes gradually became cloudy, "Zisheng and Lao Yu have assisted you for many years, and I never thought that he would die before Lao Yu. Ay. ”

Looking at the clan uncle in front of him with a look of emotion, Zi Yuntian always felt that something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, so he didn't speak.

After the old man sighed, he slowly walked out of the main hall and walked towards the outside of the clan, all the clansmen he met on the way bowed down to greet him, Zi Yuntian didn't want the old man's last peace to be broken, so he waved his hand to signal many clansmen to retreat.

The old man didn't care, just walked calmly, and it didn't take long for the two of them to walk out of the Shanshui tribe and come to the foot of the hill in front of the tribe.

The old man who had been silent in front of him stopped, turned around and said, "Yunshan, go up and walk with the old man." ”

"Yes, Uncle Clan." Ziyuntian silently followed.

As the sun sets, the shadows of the mountains sink and the mountains glow a hazy purple in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The two climbed the hill, looking back at the mountains and rivers rising behind them, and a red sunset was held at the end of the ground line in front of them. The old man sat down on an old tree on the top of the mountain, the twilight on his body became thicker and thicker, he did not look back at the mountain tribe behind him, but quietly looked at the pale red sunset, and after a long time, he said slowly:

"Yuntian, after the old decay goes to the west, we must seek progress steadily, and we must not be greedy for merit. In addition, after the old decay leaves, without the deterrence of the Dragon Realm, the Wushan Water Tribe will immediately be surrounded by tigers and wolves, so the news of the death of the old decay can be concealed from the outside world for as long as possible. ”

"Yuntian, the old man originally wanted to hold on a little longer, thinking of waiting for Zhenchuan, Wuji, Cangyu and you, and waiting for the four of you to break through the Dragon Realm before leaving. I didn't think that all four of you would break through the Dragon Realm, just one person. It's a pity, the old decay really can't hold on, and I can't wait. ”

Ziyuntian's eyes were red, and he finally knelt on his knees, "Uncle Clan, it's our incompetence!" ”

The old man didn't say much about the word 'incompetent', just shook his head calmly, and then continued:

"Qin Han's arrival is the calamity of my Shanshui tribe, but it is also the fate of my Shanshui tribe. Yuntian, don't think that Qin Han killed the old decay, let alone resent Qin Han, you have to assist him well in the future, he is the hope of my Immortal River Valley! ”

"The Zhenlong talisman has been passed down for thousands of years, and the old man believes that the ancestors thousands of years ago will never pass down this talisman for no reason, and he also left the person who got the Zhenlong talisman as the lord of the three thousand tribes as the lord of the Zhenlong City, which must have designed a great cause and effect! What is hidden behind the Zhenlong Talisman must be far beyond our understanding! ”

"The old decay sometimes wonders what it is that the ancestors have been laying out thousands of years ago, but they can't figure it out when they think about it, and it's hard to see their skin."

"Yuntian, you are lucky that the Zhenlong Fu has appeared in this generation, because you have the opportunity to know the reason behind this layout that has been hidden for thousands of years. Yun Tian, not only can't kill Qin Han, but also has to do his best to protect him, only he can solve this mystery that has been hidden for thousands of years! ”

Zi Yuntian, who had a majestic face, couldn't stop crying, crying like a child, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Clan, Yuntian has written it down!" ”

Ziqiong nodded, and reached out to help Ziyuntian, who was kneeling on the ground:

"Cloudy sky, get up. Don't be sad about the loss of old age, you should be happy for old age. The people and things that the old man thought about in this world have disappeared into the years, turning into waves and ripples. Others didn't even have a single wave, a ripple. Except for remembering you and your tribe, the old decay has nothing else to think about, and there are no regrets.

The old man used to think that as a cultivator, he should pursue the immortal life without distractions, but later he realized that the immortality was meaningless to the old man. ”

Zi Yuntian didn't get up, but just knelt on the ground and trembled, like a fish in his throat, and the tears in his eyes wiped and flowed and wiped.

Last year, it was also around this time, when the sun was setting like this and the mountain breeze was blowing, and it was also on this hill that he personally sent away another Dragon Realm powerhouse in the tribe.

That Dragon Realm powerhouse, who is also his clan uncle, is named Zi Taichu.

Unexpectedly, only a year later, he saw him off here again. But this time, it was far more sad than the last time.

Because the two clan uncles were the last two old men in the previous generation, with the departure of the clan uncle in front of him, Zi Yuntian felt that he had seen the fall of a generation.

Time, how ruthless, and how cruel! It has sent away generations of people, countless laughter, and countless loves, hatreds, and hatreds. Everything is so nothing, and everything has to be buried in time in the end.

But the most cruel thing is that everyone has to feel this sadness.

What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of spiritual practice?

He didn't know it before, but looking at the old man in front of him who was about to come to an end, he understood.

The meaning of life and practice is to protect!

Protect the people around you, protect the tribe! Let the people around you rest assured and let the tribe prosper. Because the uncle has been guarding all his life, protecting the peace of the clan with his own remnants.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, his throat rolled, and he said sadly: "Uncle Clan, Yuntian will definitely guard the clan and will definitely assist Qin Han!" After Qin Han unlocks the secret of the Zhenlong Fu, Yun Tian will tell you! ”

The old man nodded, with indescribable relief in his eyes, and finally patted Zi Yuntian on the shoulder, "Yuntian, Lao Yu didn't mistake you, choosing you to be the patriarch of the Shanshui tribe is the most correct choice for Lao Yu!" With you leading the clansmen, the old decay will be at ease even if he is under the Nine Springs. ”

"Yuntian, the old man wants to sit here alone for a while, you can go down the mountain."

Zi Yuntian was stunned for a moment, then bowed to the old man three times and bowed nine times, and after getting up, he floated down the mountain.

The breeze blew softly, blowing the snow-white hair of the old man sitting under the ancient tree on the hill. At the end of the horizon, the setting sun is sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Purple Dome moved back some of the big trees behind him, looking up to see the sunset, but his eyes were already extremely cloudy. At this moment, countless pictures flashed in his mind, including the joy of childhood, the sorrow of youth, the endeavors of middle age, and the sadness of old age...... It's all extremely distant memories, and there are even some things that I don't remember at all. But the more distant it is, the clearer the moment.

When the sun completely set, a smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and his eyes closed forever.

At the foot of the mountain, Zi Yuntian, who had been paying attention to the hill with his divine sense, had two lines of turbid tears in his eyes, and he knelt down respectfully in the direction of the hill and kowtowed three times, and said vaguely: "Yun Tian Gong to the clan uncle!" ”

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