Huanglong drew the veins of the four rivers and said, "The two mountains are exactly the source of the four rivers, and arranging troops can prevent the Nine Snake Clan from poisoning here." Moreover, only winter wheat is currently cultivated, and the harvest will not be until next year. Everyone still has to rely on the mountains and forests to hunt and pick wild fruits for a living. Deploying troops in the mountains and forests can prevent us from being attacked by the Nine Snake Clan. ”

"Wonderful!" said the Emperor approvingly.

"In addition to strengthening the military practice with the Jibei clan, we also have to learn the cave drilling technique and ponder the sound exploration technique of the underground cave to prevent repeating the mistakes of our royal family. The Taishan Mountains in the south are hard and difficult to burrow, so we can do a good job of ground defense, while the soil along the Yellow River in the north is loose, and the Nine Snakes will take advantage of the Yellow River to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the crypt to take a surprise attack on us. ”

"Well, it's still the patriarch who thinks about it. ”

"Uncle Huang Qian's love, these are what you usually teach me. "The Imperial Dragon understands, this is the Great Elder Huang Qian's self-examination.

Huang Qian smiled with satisfaction and said, "Everything is foreseen, and if you don't prepare, you will be wasted." The more thoughtful it is, the better. ”

Huang Long concentrated on discussing some trivial matters in the clan with Huang Qian.

After half a effort, Huanglong asked Mo Xiang'er's family, the Mo clan, about it.

Huang Qian was surprised and asked, "Why do you want to ask about the Mo Clan?"

"Uncle Huang Qian, why is everyone so secretive about the Mo Clan, is the Mo Clan a very terrible tribe?"

Huang Qian stood up uneasily, paced back and forth in the room, and said, "It's not terrible, it's very scary!"

"Isn't Xiang'er terrible according to Uncle's example? Why, we can't see any terrible clues?" Huang Long asked about Mo Xiang'er in puzzlement.

"It is precisely because of the terrible nature of the Mo clan that the Mo patriarch is worried that his baby daughter will be harmed, so he entrusts his daughter to the royal family, in order to let her get rid of the uncertainties in the clan and live her life in peace. ”

"Has this always been the reason?" the Imperial Dragon was a little frustrated, and he didn't know anything about it.

"That's all you know, why did you suddenly ask this today?"

Huang Long told the Great Elder Huang Qian about what his master white-haired old Dao Tuomeng gave him.

"The patriarch is the right teacher, and he is also very strategic. The old man originally just wanted to keep you, marry the princess of the Jibei tribe, and the two clans will be friends forever, but I didn't expect that it was also a frog at the bottom of the well who sat in the well, and the pattern was not as high as your teacher. ”

"What does Uncle Huang mean?" asked Huang Long.

"Go, your master plans for the long term. If you can win the support of the Mo Clan, it will be like a tiger with wings, and it is expected that the current situation of the war will be quickly turned around, and the dispute can be shortened as much as possible. However......" Huang Qian hesitated.

"But what?" the dragon became nervous, still nervous about the uncertain future.

"You take Xiang'er with you. Huang Qian sighed and continued: "Originally, Xiang'er's father and your father were sworn brothers, but in fact, our royal family could not climb the Mo clan, Xiang'er's father took a fancy to the majesty of Mount Tai and the kindness and benevolence of the royal family, so he assured and boldly entrusted Xiang'er to the royal family. Pinching your fingers, Xiang'er is already sixteen years old, and the agreement between your fathers back then was to return to the Mo clan at the age of sixteen and accept the gift of the Mo clan. ”

"What kind of gift?" asked Huang Long, a little impatient in his heart.

"The old man doesn't know this. ”

Huang Qian's words were in the clouds, making Huang Long fall into an ominous feeling

"You can ask Xiang'er about this, she may know. ”

"Xiang'er has been missing for two, I have searched all over the Jibei city, but I can't see her. Huanglong told Huangqian that the northern tribe of Naji announced the marriage between Huanglong and the princess, and Mo Xiang'er left lonely.

Huang Qian thought for a while and said: "There is a jade spring pond next to Wangyue Mountain, Xiang'er used to be alone there in a daze, you go to find it, she may be there." ”

"Okay, I'll look for it right away. ”

"Wait. Huang Qian wanted to speak and stopped, but finally just sighed and said: "The two of you must be more careful along the way, people's hearts are sinister, and there is more sense of self-preservation, so as to live up to the expectations of your father and master." ”

When Huang Long heard this, his heart was extremely sour, and he stood up and gave Huang Qian a deep bow.

Huang Long thought about it, took out a piece of Taishan jasper from his arms, injected some thunder qi, and held it to Huang Qian with both hands. "Uncle Huang Qian, it can transmit messages, and if there is an emergency, it can transmit sounds by spelling. "The emperor dragon and the spell to the emperor.

Huang Qian took Mount Tai Jasper, nodded and said, "I know, you can go." If you can't find her, you'll come back. ”

The imperial dragon once again gave a big salute to the emperor.

Bidding farewell to the emperor, the imperial dragon went straight to the Yuquan Pond, which is located at the northern end of Mount Tai, where the royal family was entrenched in the dense forest when they were hidden in the jungle.

When he came to Wangyue Mountain, the emperor looked at Yuquan Pond with joy, but it was empty, and there was no one.

The imperial dragon turned around, but Mo Xiang'er still couldn't be seen.

The imperial dragon sat on the boulder at the top of Wangyue Mountain, and was extremely sad.

Who in the world should cherish the most? The answer is the person who cherishes himself the most.

Huang Long only understood the profound meaning of this sentence at this moment.

However, it seems that it is too late.

When she's around you, you see her as if she's nothing. But when she leaves you, you realize how much you need her.

But no matter how much you need her, she doesn't show up anymore.

The thoughts that are aggravated several times are like knives, piercing the hearts of the people who miss them.

For a few days, the imperial dragon sat like this, looking at the Yuquan Pond and looking forward to Mo Xiang'er.

Thinking back to the bits and pieces with Mo Xiang'er, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became. When he was still a waste wood, Mo Xiang'er was always by his side, encouraging him and making him full of hope for the future. When he went mad and died for the rest of his life, Mo Xiang'er stayed by his father's side instead of herself, supporting her father's fragile heart of losing his son. When he entered the Nine Snakes Clan alone, Mo Xiang'er led the clansmen to evade the encirclement and suppression of the Nine Snakes Clan, so that the royal family turned the corner. When Huanglong entered the Jibei clan to negotiate alone, it was Mo Xiang'er who led the clan to avoid countless calamities.

"Mo Xiang'er, I owe you too much in this life, can you listen to my thanks in person?" Huang Long muttered to himself, feeling depressed and heavy, and had to vent it.

Huanglong stood up, spread his arms, and shouted with his head up, "Xiang'er, Xiang'er, Xiang'er......"

The echo echoed through the valley and did not dissipate for a long time.

Shouting tiredly, the dragon sat on the boulder, his head hanging weakly.

"Brother Long. "The voice was faint, as if in a dream.

When the soft voice of "Brother Dragon" sounded again, the imperial dragon raised his head and saw Mo Xiang'er standing in front of a pine tree next to the boulder.

slim figure, beautiful face with more tiredness and tears.

"Xiang'er!" Huanglong got up, rushed to Mo Xiang'er's side, and took Mo Xiang'er into his arms, and the two cried bitterly and hugged each other tightly.