The mountain breeze in the evening is cold, and the wind chimes under the eaves also carry the coolness one after another, and in the dim twilight like fog, the crane picks up leaves and turns into a cold stone statue.

"Yes, I'm surnamed Crane after all. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and let out a heart-rending cough, and his cheeks burned like two red fires.

He Ling'er hurriedly poured out an eight-treasure cold incense pill from the medicine bottle, and waited for Crane to pick up the leaves to take it, with a worried look on her face.

"But for the sake of this surname, I can't go anymore. He picked up the leaves and clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, gasped for a moment, and muttered, "Little pebble, you have not been happy all these years, and I am the same." ”

The high-ranking bloodlines of the sword immortals are more like a cage, when he was a child, he wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape. How can the Crane Department have a waste who is not good at practicing swords? How can the famous sword immortal, the head of the world's top ten masters, have a rebellious and inactive son?

Crane Shiye lowered his head, looked at his stiff legs, and a more mournful twilight floated under his eyes. He finally returned to the cage and forcibly cultivated swordsmanship, but he injured the root of the meridians and could no longer be healed.

"Ling'er, transfer the jade mine in Kunwuzhou under my name to the Quebe Ma clan. Crane Shiye groaned. If he forcibly gives an order, although the Eagle Department will give some compensation, he will inevitably retaliate secretly afterwards, how can a subordinate clan like the Ma clan withstand the toss?

"Childe, it's not a way for you to do this all the time. He Ling'er pursed her lips, "The Eagle Department is too arrogant and domineering, I don't know how many resources of the lower tribes have been occupied! A few years ago, the Finch Ma clan produced a genius sword cultivator, and because he offended the nephew of Eagle Tianzhu, the Little Eagle King, he had to escape from the wilderness, and I heard that even his wife and sister were killed. ”

He Shiye was silent, spread out the rice paper with lake water patterns on the desk, lifted the silver feather pen, dipped it in black sandalwood ink, and wrote two square characters one by one - "internal worries".

He Ling'er leaned over curiously: "Huh, what did Gongzi write, and what kind of script is this?"

"This is the script of the Terrans. In recent years, it has gradually been used in the Eight Wilderness and many tribes. Crane picked up the leaves and said slowly, "Internal worries." ”

"We determine the noble by blood. The upper Yu clan is extremely powerful, poor and extravagant, occupying the vast majority of the cultivation resources of the Heavenly Desolation, and wantonly oppressing the lower Yu clan. Tsurube is obsessed with swordsmanship classics, Luanbu prefers clothing and singing and dancing, and Hawkbe is greedy for rare treasures. The phoenix and phoenix royal families are high up, indulging in the mystery of nirvana, and never caring about the suffering of the lower feather clans. ”

"But Childe, the top sword immortals of my Yu clan are all from our superior Yu clan. ”

"Those top sword immortals have exhausted a lot of resources in addition to retreat and cultivation, but what have they done for the Yu clan? Ying Xiao Yu is like this, my father is like this, and so is the Feng clan that the divine dragon has no head and no tail...... Which one is the exception? Shatter the void and leave, what is the use of such a sword immortal?"

"Childe is cautious!" Crane Ling'er's little face turned slightly pale when she heard this, and she couldn't help but tug at the sleeve of Crane Shiye. Others are just fine, that Feng Clan Sword Immortal has long been invincible in the world, reaching the supreme realm of God and Enlightenment, once it is mentioned, it will definitely give birth to induction.

A hint of ridicule flashed in Crane Shiye's eyes: "What is the pity of dying? He shook his head sadly, "In the long run, the lower Yu clan will inevitably be overwhelmed and cause civil strife in our clan. No matter who wins or loses, it is the blood of the Yu clan that is shed. ”

He Ling'er hesitated and said, "It is only natural for the lower Yu clan to serve my upper Yu clan......

"What is this? Where does this come from?" Crane Shiye's eyes were cold, "Is Xiaoshizi naturally inferior to me? When I was a child, I wandered to the finch department, and they did not hesitate to take me in, eat together, practice swords together, and sleep together. They are the same children of the flying sky as we are, and they have inherited the same noble bloodline!" he coughed violently, his back trembled, and a little blood splattered on the placket of his clothes.

"It's Ling'er who said the wrong thing, it's Ling'er who is not good, and it makes Gongzi angry. He Ling'er hurriedly knelt down, rubbed the back of the crane pick-up leaves, and her eyes were full of tears, "Ling'er just asks her son to be well, better than anything else." ”

Crane Shiye relieved himself, stayed for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I shouldn't have sprinkled my anger on your head." He picked up the silver weather pen and wrote on the rice paper the square words "external trouble" and the two human races.

"Ling'er, you said that my Yu clan sword intimidates the eight desolations, and all the clans surrender, why is the most popular word in the world instead the square word of human beings?" asked as he gently tapped the word "external trouble" with his fingers.

"Well...... Childe, if you want me to make a bed and fold quilts, and kill the enemy with a sword, Ling'er can do it, and it will be difficult for me to ask this. He Ling'er grabbed her hair bun, "These square characters are ugly and difficult to write, God knows why the various ethnic groups like to use the human language?"

The crane picked up the leaves and shook the wheelchair, turned to the wall of the hall of Langyu wood, stared at the hanging brocade feather eight wilderness geographical map, and was stunned for a while.

"Because of the civilization of the human race, it has pervasively penetrated the entire Eight Desolations. He Shiye said, "The elixir refined by the Terran is not as good as the Hui Clan, the clothes made by the Terran are not as good as the Weaver Clan, the food cooked by the Terran is not as good as the Glutton, the treasures sold by the Terran are not as good as the Shark people, the songs and dances made by the Terran are not as good as Dunhuang, and the caravans of the Terran group are not as good as the wind media...... But they will, do more, faster, and cheaper. They can endure hardships and enjoy themselves, they have wisdom and combat strength, they can ride on each other's heads when they gain power, and they can kneel at each other's feet when they lose power. ”

His gaze stayed on the topographic map of the four kingdoms of the Cloud Desolation, and in the depths of his crimson pupils, the sword shadow flickered: "They are the biggest enemies of my Yu Clan, and they are even more harmful than the Wu Clan." ”

He Ling'er said, "Haven't the four kingdoms of the human race always been extremely obedient to us?"

"That's just the surface. Crane Shiye shook his head slightly, "You should have heard about the history of the civil strife of the Wu Clan five hundred years ago, right?"

"Ling'er knows! The Wu clan's branches, Gong's clan, and Zhu's tribes are unwilling to submit to our clan, but they go out of the Heavenly Desolate Ancestral Court and go away from it. Since then, the Wu clan has gradually weakened and become a vassal of our clan. ”

"On the way out, the fleeing tribes were attacked by a mysterious attack, and they were almost completely killed and wounded. ”

"Who told such a bad clan to refuse to submit? Of course my Yu clan will make an example of it. ”

"What if I told you that I checked all the secret records in the clan, and I didn't find any record of the ancestors of the Yu clan intercepting and killing them?"

"What?" said Heling'er, stunned.

"If it weren't for my clan's hand, who would it be?" Tsurushiba's voice was so gloomy that it was breathless, "Who can benefit from this?"

He Ling'er slapped her head: "Childe suspects that it is a human race?"

Crane Shiye's expression was dark: "I noticed that there was something wrong with this matter that day, and immediately secretly sent the night owl envoy to go deep into the secret visit of the various tribes of the Eight Desolations, and it has been more than ten years now, and I have never found the slightest clue." ”

The night owl envoy is from the feather clan owl tribe. After the Night Stalkers are born, the down on their skin does not slowly shed like other Feather Clans, but gradually thickens and thickens until it grows into a natural Feather Owl Coat. The Night Stalkers can transform into other races with the help of their Feather Cloaks. It's just that the night owl clan is all clean, and once they bathe, they will take off their feather coats and restore their original appearance. If they burn or hide their feathers at this moment, they will no longer be able to change.

He Ling'er said: "Since Gongzi suspects that the human race harbors evil intentions, why don't you just raise a large army and destroy the four kingdoms of the Cloud Desolation?"

Crane Shiye shook his head: "The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it." Once our clan invades the Cloud Desolation strongly, the other clans will definitely be alert and unite to fight, and the Wu Clan of the Heavenly Desolation will also be ready to move and fight back. In this way, even if our tribe destroys all the tribes, its vitality will be greatly damaged and it will collapse. What's more, the Phoenix and Huang royal families may not agree to send troops to the labor division. ”

He was silent for a moment, and sighed lightly, "Internal and external troubles, if you want to solve them completely, the only way is war, only by truly unifying the Eight Desolations, can our clan have enough resources to resolve the grievances between the upper and lower Yu clans." Since the Yu clan can't shed their own blood, then - shed the blood of all the clans in the world!"

He smiled: "The battle of Yanchu is getting more and more intense, so I have a reason to send troops to intervene." When the time comes, just beware of the Wicans. ”

He Ling'er suddenly said: "No wonder Gongzi has been deliberately suppressing the Wu clan all these years. Speaking of the Wu clan, Ling'er still has a strange thing to report to her son. ”

She turned around and went to the adjacent room, took a stack of papers, and presented them to Crane Shiye: "A few days ago, I helped my son sort out the old files, and found that some of them had disappeared mysteriously. ”

He Shiye opened the file, and his eyes suddenly froze: "Wild Bailing Mountain?"

He Ling'er nodded and said, "Back then, when the Wu clan was in turmoil, our clan used to send spies to the periphery to monitor the movements of those fleeing tribes all year round. As is customary, perimeter spies rotate every few decades. But Childe, please see, this record of monitoring the Bailing Mountain branch was inexplicably closed twenty years ago. I thought it was very strange, so I specially checked it, it turned out that twenty years ago, there was a Wubu spy named Wuqi in my clan, who was stationed near Bailing Mountain. It's strange that there is no information about him in the secret file. ”

Crane picked up the leaves and flipped through the file back and forth, and after a while, he whispered: "His record has been erased. ”

He Ling'er said again: "The most bizarre thing is that Wu Qi's direct boss suddenly fell ill and died suddenly a month ago, and Wu Qi's close subordinates, friends, and blood relatives also disappeared at the same time. She couldn't help but shudder, "All the relationships between Wu Qi have been cut off." ”

He Shiye slowly closed the scroll and asked, "Have you sent someone to Bailing Mountain to check?"

"There is no Bailing Mountain in the wilderness. He Ling'er smiled bitterly, "Yesterday I received news that it had been razed to the ground, as if there had been a landslide, and all the Zhi clan had disappeared. ”

"I'm going to investigate this matter myself, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. The sword gleam flashed in Tsuru Shiye's eyes, and then fell silent. After a long time, his eyes became colder and colder, "Internal and external troubles, it's really internal and external troubles." ”

The crane picks up the leaves and turns the wheelchair and slowly drives out of the nest building. In the night wind, the branches and leaves of the Yingluo tree swayed, and countless bright white points of light fell down, lingering around him, spinning and dancing for a long time, like a bright and warm firefly.

His cold heart also warmed.

This is his natal divine tree.

The crane picked up the leaves and stretched out his hand to catch the white light sprinkled by the Yingluo tree. Only the purest, oldest and luckiest descendants of the Yu clan will occasionally be favored by a certain divine tree on the Void Mountain, and from then on, luck will accompany each other, and danger will be lost.

He raised his head and silently looked at the Void Mountain in the vast night.

Along the steep upward mountain range, towering divine trees stand majestically, stacked with green mountains, as if guarding the supreme Void Mountain of the Feather Clan.

Looking at it again, the glow is thick, and the red clouds rise and fall like the sea, holding up the splendid Phoenix Palace.

Above the Phoenix Palace, surrounded by many stars, shining brightly, the wind from the void emitted a distant and ancient heavenly sound.

Finally, the crane picks up the leaves and straightens its neck, so that it can faintly see the highest point of the mountain, the almost vast Nirvana sycamore.

The trunk of the tree is like a burning pillar of flame, breaking through the sky, illuminating the mountain tops red, and the stars are discolored. Thousands of turquoise branches and leaves crisscrossed and stretched upwards along the endless void, covering the sky and the earth, looking down on all living beings.

That was the Feng Clan's Sword Immortal's natal divine tree, Nirvana Wutong!

It is the myth that there is no one before the Yu clan and no one after it.

"You've been missing for fourteen years, where have you gone?" asked in a low voice, a cloud of doubt flashing across his eyes, "Feng Wuzhen?"