She didn't dare to go in and disturb A-Niang's rest, A-Niang was too tired.

She walked under the moonlight, and before she knew it, she came to Uncle Maoqiu's cave, and the candlelight in the cave was on, presumably Uncle Maoqiu hadn't slept yet.

She knocked on the door and pushed it in.

"Jiu'er. Furball put down the herbs in his hand and felt a burst of surprise.

Since she had a master and went to Zixia Mountain, she rarely came back, and she hadn't seen her for a long time, and Maoqiu was surprised and delighted.

"When did you come back? Why don't you say it in advance, Uncle Maoqiu is not prepared at all. ”

As he spoke, he moved a round stool and beckoned her to sit down.

When I looked at it by the candlelight, I saw that her face was very haggard.

"Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Jiumu looked at the hairball, suddenly broke down and cried, all kinds of emotions were touched, and the tears flowed so much that he couldn't stop.

"Yo yo yo ......" Maoqiu was distressed and just helped her wipe her tears, "What are you crying about, how much grievance you have suffered, this is, isn't this going home......"

"Uncle Maoqiu, do you remember the prince Atuo?"

This question, the hairball who asked was in both eyes.

How could he not remember, not only remembered, but also unforgettable.

Two thousand years ago, he was originally a little mole wandering on the West Lintel Mountain, and he was fortunate to be adopted and treated well by the little prince Atuo, so he survived.

That little son Atuo is also his savior.

It wasn't until later that Xiao Shizi gave himself to his aunt Bai Ling, and Maoqiu followed Bai Ling to Jiulin Buji Mountain, and after thousands of years of hard work and evolution, he was able to transform into a human form.

In the battle of Changgu two thousand years ago, the hairball was hiding in Bai Ling's sleeve, which was clearly visible.

Bloody, cruel, white bones and corpses strewn all over the field, tens of thousands of dead and wounded every day.

Mountains of white bones piled up, thousands of unjust souls wandered around, homeless, every dusk, the vultures crushed a piece of "quack" next to the corpse, deep and cold.

In the end, more than 100,000 people of the wolf clan were wiped out, and none of them survived, presumably the little prince had already died.

However, Jiu'er mentioned Xiao Shizi in front of him again today, I don't know what it means, thinking of this, Maoqiu asked with a little doubt: "Why did Jiu'er suddenly mention Atuo Shizi?"

Looking at Uncle Maoqiu's expression, Jiumu Yunxiang also guessed that he did have some relationship with the prince, so he told the truth: "The prince of the year, Atuo, is still alive. ”

"Jiu'er, what are you talking about?" Furball was a little surprised.

After the war, the eagle and fox clans united to clear the remnants of the wolf clan in the West Lintel Mountain, and there was no way to live.

"Impossible, Jiu'er, are you kidding?"

"It's impossible to ......" Jiumu heard this, and Baiwei came to his heart, just because Uncle Maoqiu said that it was impossible for Atuo to survive, he could imagine how tragic and cruel the war was back then.

I saw Jiumu drooping his eyes for a while, then raised his head and said: "Ah Tuo is my junior uncle Bing Ruohan, Bing Ruohan is the only bloodline left by the wolf clan, the son of Ah Tuo." ”

"Cold?" the more Furball listened, the more confused he became.

Although he has never seen Bing Ruohan himself, he has also heard of this person's deeds, Tai Zhen Zhen has accepted three apprentices in his life, he is the last and youngest apprentice, and what is even more incredible is that he is still too Zhen Zhen picked up from the Nether.

Is it difficult to pick it up?

Maoqiu figured out something, and his eyes lit up: "The child that has been picked up by Tai Zhenren is the son of the world, Tuo? ”

Jiumu listened and nodded: "Exactly." ”

When Maoqiu heard this, he looked surprised again, and before he could calm down, he heard Jiumu say:

"Back then, why did my eagle and fox clans kill them all, and refused to let go of even an innocent child?"

Maoqiu is happy and sad, happy because Atuo is still alive, sad is that the sword on the battlefield is ruthless, and the so-called soft-hearted hands are so pale and powerless at the moment when the blood pools converge into a river.

It's not that the eagle and fox clans refuse to let go of this child, it's the war that refuses to let go of this child, fortunately, God opened his eyes, and the child was saved by Tai Zhenren and is still alive.

After thinking about it, Furball looked at Jiumu and explained:

"Jiu'er, war is war, only you die on the battlefield, only victory and defeat, no one cares if he is a child or not. ”

Back then, the envoy who started that war was Xiao Tuo's biological father, Wolf Qilie, who was ambitious and wanted to annex the Three Realms, but he cocooned himself and affected the entire race.

Pathetic, lamentable.

Furball breathed a sigh of relief, and finally guessed why Jiumu was in such a low mood and cried like a tearful man.

When Aunt Bai Ling killed Ah Tuo's mother Concubine Yun Niangniang by mistake, by the Xikun River, Grandma Yunshan countered with her life, subdued the wolf Qilie, pressed it into the Xikun River, and never overborn.

And before the wolf Qilie died, he recited a string of life and death spells, and the evil curses faced each other, and the Eagle King and Bai Ling put down the life and death curses, so far life is better than death.

This Jiu'er and her little uncle have such an insoluble grudge in their past life, this-

It's something that no one else can face.

The White Dragon Patriarch worked hard to find this famous teacher for him, how could he be so self-defeating and meet the son of Atuo, who had such a former hatred and hatred with him?

Maoqiu didn't know how to comfort Xiao Jiu, a teacher, I heard that he still lives in a courtyard, and he can't get along with him if he looks down and doesn't look up.

Jiumu looked at the furball and barely squeezed out a smile and said:

"Uncle Maoqiu, let's rest early, Jiu'er should also go back. ”

After saying that, Jiumu got up and went back to his cave.

......

Xiao Jiu returned to Jiulin Buji Mountain, and lived for half a month.

No matter how sad things are, surrounded by the warmth of their families, they will be resolved.

In the past half month, with the meticulous care of his uncles, Uncle Maoqiu's greetings from time to time, and the visits of Wushuang every other day, Jiumu's mood slowly improved.

Just when Xiaoxiao saw the rainbow, a big bad news suddenly came from the heavenly realm.

——The eldest son of the prince of Dongyang, the eldest son of Yuanxing, passed away today due to a stubborn physical illness.

For a while, this bad news spread to all corners of the Three Realms.

In the corridor, by the small bridge, on the sheep intestine path, and next to the rockery, all talked about this topic endlessly.

When Jiu Mu heard the news, it was like a thunderbolt that exploded on the ground, and the soul and body of the explosion were so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Yuanxing is dead? That humble fat boy is dead? impossible. ”

When he saw him that day, he still pestered himself for a purse, and on his birthday, he got the blue purse that he had sewn casually to deal with him, and he was as happy as a child.

It's as if everything happened yesterday.

Jiumu cried and went to her uncle to find out, and Uncle Bailong told her that it was true.

Three days later, the celestial realm will hold a funeral for the eldest prince of Yuanxing.

Kugi asked, "How did he die?"

Uncle said: "The son of Yuanxing has been weak since he was a child, and his condition suddenly worsened some time ago. ”