Shi Ji did not stay in the Xiangliu Department for a long time, and on the third day, he followed the Xiangliu Great Witch to the Gonggong Tribe, and many sorcerers in the Xiangliu Department followed and were reluctant to leave.

Instead of choosing a direct point to point, Shiji still travels at an inherent speed.

The news of her arrival spread from tribe to tribe, and more and more witches were known, and the astonishing news that she was going to the Gonggong tribe spread as quickly as wings.

Everything is fermenting.

A serpent flew into the air.

It has a crescent on its forehead.

On the back of the snake jumped a barefoot man, with thick hair and burning eyes.

"You ......"

"Sister...... Sister!"

"Four-legged?"

"It's me, sister!"

"Hiss ......"

The four-legged snake spit out the letter and hung on the big man's ears, and the small eyes stared at Shi Ji excitedly.

Shi Ji stared at the big man and tried to find out the shadow of the smart and cute little life-saving benefactor Xiao Budian from him, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

Thousands of years have made countless powerful witches grow old, and countless young witches have grown up, and the years have carved all living beings, their appearances, their hearts, all the time and no more, until their faces are wrinkled, rotten, and can no longer be carved.

The thousand-year-old witch is not big, but the thousand-year-old witch is old, with a beard, and no matter how young a young man is, he has become a big man.

In the eyes of the Wu clan, this is a sign of adulthood.

"Unrecognizable. ”

Shi Ji sighed.

"My sister hasn't changed at all. ”

Letter's ears were a little red.

Shi Ji smiled, walked over and patted the big man on the shoulder and said, "Sister is very happy to see Xin." ”

Her eyes are as clear as water, and she can see the bottom of her eyes and heart at a glance.

"Shin is also very happy!"

Shin said this with seriousness, seriousness.

Shi Ji finally found a little shadow in his memory.

He said to her earnestly as a little adult: "Faith is the most honest faith of the Kuafu tribe...... My sister saved four feet, and the letter said that I would help my sister ......"

He did help her, he saved her life.

"Heavenly Witch!"

The letter nodded.

"It's amazing. ”

"Where?"

Letter scratches the head.

"Sister, are you going to the Gonggong Tribe?"

Ishiji nodded.

"That'...... Will that sister go to our Kuafu tribe?"

He was very unconfident when he asked this, he was no longer the naïve little letter, he already knew a lot of things, the grievances between the old patriarch and the qin master adult witch knew, but it was just a matter of how much he knew, he was the smartest witch in the Kuafu tribe after Kuafu, and he also cared more about this matter than others, so he knew the most.

He was spoiled by the old patriarch, the old patriarch is his favorite elder, his leader, his emotions and his heart are biased towards the old patriarch, Sister Tsing Yi, the Tsing Yi that flashed in childhood, has been blurred, if she is not a violinist, he may have forgotten her.

Maybe he hasn't remembered the four feet yet, after all, the life of the four feet was saved by her, and the four feet took off because of her moon god.

She is a four-legged nobleman.

For him, he was also grateful, but her stay in his life was too short, and she didn't leave much memory for a short time, and she passed by in a hurry, just a passerby.

The memories of this sister are compressed smaller and smaller, and they are becoming more and more faint.

A thousand years of memory for less than an hour in a day is too short.

Not to mention a child who is constantly learning about the world.

There are so many things new every day.

Some of the words spoken in the letter are false, and can be called polite words.

He is also not confident in asking Shi Ji questions, just empathy.

None of this can escape Shi Ji's eyes.

Shi Ji didn't know.

She was really happy to see him, because he was alive and that was enough.

There is no one in the witch clan, what can be more joyful than seeing the old man well?

No!

At least not in Shi Ji's heart now.

Except for Xuan Yu, she didn't take the initiative to ask anyone who couldn't see the life and death of the witch, who had drunk wine, eaten meat, who had written the name of the witch in front of her, old and young, big and young, none of them asked, she hoped to meet again and again, looking forward to reunion, even if it was a reunion that would never come, she still looked forward to it.

Her little life-saving benefactor was alive, and Shi Ji smiled: "If you want me to go, I will go." ”

Here's her answer.

The letter was stunned.

"Really?"

Shi Ji nodded, "But time is not necessarily, I have to go to the Gonggong tribe first." ”

Xin hurriedly nodded: "I'll go with my sister." ”

Ishiji did not refuse.

They passed through the tribes, and Shi Ji did not stop, but left one promise after another: "I will come back." ”

There are more and more followers behind her, and there are more people who want to see through, those who are looking forward, and those who are waiting.

The Wu clan boiled, and the boiling enthusiasm dispelled the gloom of sadness that hung over the Wu clan.

Every tribe they walked through was enthusiastic, they walked, some of the witches followed, they promised the tribesmen that they would bring the violinist back, and the witches who stayed behind were busy, hunting and hunting, winemaking and winemaking, everything was hot, and I hope that day will come soon.

Shi Ji and his line crossed the land of the Wu clan like a line of fire.

Patches of fire were ignited.

The witches who followed Shiji felt the deepest, if the first followers of the Xiangyanagi Department were tinder, and the later ones that joined from cold to hot to burning, it was a clear warm-up process at all levels, they were not ignited by Shiji, but by the witches around them, and the enthusiasm of their brothers and sisters who greeted them in front.

Enthusiasm is transmitted to each other and warmed by each other.

The Gonggong tribe is in front of you, but there is a dead air ahead.

It's not that no one came to greet them, there were a lot of them, and they all bowed their heads.

Without saying a word, he bowed his head and confessed his guilt.

A witch who has lost his spirit is no different from a prisoner.

Even Wu who had a lot of complaints about Shi Ji's choice to come to the Gonggong tribe didn't speak.

The old and young standing in front of them were hunched as if they had broken their backbones.

Is a witch with a broken backbone still a witch?

This is no longer the sorrow of the Gonggong clan, but the sorrow of the entire Wu clan.

The mountain fell, and the backbone of the Wu clan broke.

All the heat was extinguished in an instant, a basin of cold water, cold, bitterly cold.

Shi Ji, Xiang Liu, Shin, and the patriarchs of several tribes all felt this cold and piercing cold, which was cold from the inside out, freezing all the hearts of witches.

Only Little Bear can't feel it, because he's not a witch.

There are no superfluous feelings in his heart.

His heart was hard, and it was cold.

If you look through the smirk on his face, you will see that his eyes are so cold, indifferent, detached, looking at everything around him, without emotion.

Ignoring life and death, you will not be moved.

That's who he really is.

Shi Ji didn't stop, and her steps didn't change and walked towards the witches.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

Everyone stopped, and the sound of her alone stepping on the snow was exceptionally clear.

The ears of the witches in front of them, who lowered their heads, moved.

They slowly looked up and saw the rocks walking towards them.

Green robe, back piano, pianist!

Although they never met her.

Their hearts were slightly excited, but they were pressed down again, along with their heads.

They are sinners.

Sinners of the Witch Clan.

"Take me to the Temple of Water. ”

Shi Ji's voice was not cold, but all the witches of the Gonggong tribe shivered.

The heads of all witches could not be lowered.

"What's wrong?

"Nope!"

A teenager raised his head, and there was a moment of anger in his eyes, only a moment, a moment, and the anger was drowned out by humiliation.

"What's your name?"

"The name of the sin is difficult to reach the ears of the violinist. ”

An old witch came out, and he was protecting the boy.

No matter what time it is, this kind of protection is always heartwarming and moving.

Even if she seems to be playing a villain.

"Take me to the Water Temple, gather all the shamans of the tribe!"

The old witch leaned over and pleaded with a trilling voice: "The sins committed by the co-working father, we children and grandchildren are willing to bear and atone for the sins, please don't humiliate his old man anymore, he has already been punished, life is better than death, day and night torment, isn't it enough?"

"Who said I was going to humiliate the Ancestral Witch?"

The old witch looked up at the witches behind Shi Ji and lowered his head again.

Shi Ji turned his head, and the eyes of the witches dodged, especially the patriarchs.

She remembered Xiang Liu's vague sentence: "After the Gonggong ancestor Wu hit Buzhou Mountain, the situation got out of control for a while, and the Gonggong tribe was greatly harmed. ”

The situation got out of control for a while, and the Gonggong tribe suffered a lot of damage.

How did they get out of control, and who hurt them?

The Lich War ended miserably, eleven ancestral witches fell, and the co-workers hit Buzhou Mountain, but this sinner is alive!

All anger and all emotions have an outlet and an object to vent.

Co-Labor Tribe, Water Temple!

As painful as the venting person is, the sufferer will be as painful as he is suffering.

Who hurt whom?

Needless to say.

And who broke their backbones?

Shiji has mixed feelings.

Extreme feelings are the strongest for lovers, and they can also hurt people deeply.

Losing your mind is even more terrible.

"Let's go, take me to the Water Temple, and I'll tell you the truth about the fall of the mountain!"

The head was raised in unison, and in an instant, countless pairs of eyes burst out with an astonishing bright light.

"Really...... The truth?"

Trembling voice.

"The truth!"

Shi Ji nodded, "Only I know the truth in heaven and earth." ”

"Only you know?"

Shi Ji nodded: "Because I am the last person to see the Pangu Great God." ”

"You...... You...... Have you met Father Pangu?"

"I saw it, that night, on Buzhou Mountain, he woke up, and the heavens and the earth shook, didn't you feel it?"

"The heavens and the earth shook, the heavens and the earth shook, it turned out that Pangu Father God woke up...... It turned out that Father Pangu woke up......"

One by one, Wu burst into tears.

"Only Pangu Father God has that kind of power!"

"Yes, it must be Father Pangu who woke up, why didn't I think of it!"

......

A pair of extremely hot eyes looked at Shi Ji, both in front of and behind him, including Xiangliu.

"Do you want to know what I saw?

"Yes!"

All of them were united, and the roar was earth-shattering.

"Then take me to the Water Temple, I think Gonggong Ancestral Witch is the most important thing to know!"

"Pianomaster, please!"

The old patriarch of the Gonggong tribe led the way with red eyes.

The witches of the Gonggong tribe got out of the way and followed closely.

All the foreign witches, including Sang-ryu, were kept at the back.

The witches were not angry, but they were suppressed by Xiangliu and the patriarchs.

Some of them had proposed the demolition of the water temple, and some had even proposed the removal of the Gonggong from the Wu clan.

Love and hate are clear, love is endless, and hate has no limit.

The whole clan scolds the co-workers, and the sensible and ignorant can be spurned.

The truth?

If there is a truth?

And what about them......

The aqua blue temple is covered in bruises, and this is the result of the joint protection of all the co-workers.

There are countless sorcerers who have come to smash the water temple.

"Gonggong-sama, Shiji is visiting!"

The gate of the Water Temple did not move.

"Gonggong-sama, the pianist is here!"

In the eyes of the four seas, a man with messy hair like grass and a drooping head seemed to move.

"Master Gonggong, don't you want to know why Buzhou Mountain was hit by you?"

"Click!"

The skull folded ninety degrees in an instant, making a strange sound like a fracture, and the eyes on the skeletal face were like lights.

The mouth that had not been opened for a long time under the cover of the beard slowly opened, and it took a few times before he made a hoarse voice: "Piano master, please!"

Rumble!

The doors of the Water Temple open.

"Piano Master, please ......"

Hearing this voice, the witches of the Gonggong tribe cried.

They had waited too long for this sound.