Time passes, time flies, and it is three years in a blink of an eye.

Dai Daojin was dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a simple bow on his back, a firewood knife pinned to his waist, and a deer in his hand, and walked home.

With his strong physique, it only took him a few years to take over the title of the best hunter and the strongest fishing expert in the mountain village in Uncle Li's hands.

The villagers he met on the road also greeted him, and he responded one by one.

Walking home, entering the small courtyard, looking at the wife with a bulging abdomen in the courtyard, Dai Daojin showed a smile on his face, put down the things in his hand, and walked over.

He crouched down and pressed his head against his wife's belly to listen to the movement.

The girl of that year, now she is about to become a mother, her face is slightly glowing, and the smile on her face is getting stronger and stronger when she looks at her husband's movements.

Dai Daojin was also very happy in his heart, he worked hard for three years, and finally planted the seeds, and he was worried about whether his body was wrong because his soul dove occupied the magpie's nest.

Now I finally put my mind at ease.

He didn't know that if it weren't for the fact that the pale golden substance in the blood vessels in his body was basically concentrated in the heart location, there would still be no heirs.

Outside the door, Li Laohan also returned, and there was more gray hair on his sideburns, but his spirit was still good.

In the evening, Dai Daojin processed the venison, added a hard dish, and the family had a warm dinner.

In the middle of the night, Dai Daojin looked at the moonlight outside the window, stroked his wife's belly, felt the connection of blood, and his heart was peaceful.

Through rebirth, you don't have to dominate the world, just in the depths of this mountain forest, spend your life comfortably, there is a unique taste.

Then, he hugged his wife, kissed his forehead, lay down and slewd.

......

Early in the morning, the Potala Palace.

Yuan Shiba opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes opened and closed, making people dare not look directly.

When he got out of bed, someone had already prepared his toiletries, walked to the basin, stretched out his hands to wash his face, but suddenly stopped.

The water surface in the basin is as smooth as a mirror, and I can only see one of the faces, with a fair and translucent complexion, and a pair of eyes shining under the two thick eyebrows, with a faint essence, and a face as calm as water.

In a trance, a person's appearance appeared in Yuan Shiba's mind, and gradually coincided with the reflection in the water basin.

Suddenly, his face turned iron-blue, his dark eyes burst into light, and his hands trembled slightly.

After a while, the light in Yuan Shiba's eyes disappeared, his complexion returned to calm, his hands were steady, he slowly reached into the water, picked up a handful of water and threw it on his face, the cold feeling of the water made his mind clear.

After washing, Yuan Shiba silently walked out of the door and walked towards the Red Palace.

The golden sunlight of the early morning sprinkled on his back, the young lama of the year, at this moment has grown up, his body has become tall, and the whole person has a kind of immovable momentum.

When he arrived in the main hall, Sang Qing and Sang Zhu and other five people were already waiting for him.

After seeing him sit down, Sang Qing's eyes flashed, and he looked at Sang Zhu and said, "Sang Zhu, is there no news of Venerable yet?"

Sangzhu has now taken over the news channels of the Potala Palace, and has been instructed to investigate the whereabouts of His Holiness, and when he heard this, he replied, "No." ”

Yuan Shiba's eyes closed slightly, and he did not speak.

Sang Qing sighed and said, "His Holiness has never cut off contact with the palace when he went out in the past, but this time he disappeared for three years, and it's okay to prevaricate once or twice on the Mongolian side, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come back again." ”

Ram was a little worried: "His Holiness is ......"

Gesang's face turned cold, and he reprimanded: "Ram, be cautious." ”

Ram hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed his head silently.

Yuan Shiba's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of different color flashed under his eyes.

Sang Qing said again: "His Holiness and Senior Brother Yuan have made a three-year covenant, and now the three years have already passed, and the martial arts of Senior Brother have already surpassed the joint efforts of the five of us. ”

As soon as these words came out, Sang Zhu and the other four people's faces changed slightly, and they couldn't help but look at Yuan Shiba.

Yuan Shiba's expression was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he hadn't heard Sang Qing's words.

Gesang hesitated: "Senior Brother Yuan's martial arts are unfathomable, so naturally I have nothing to say, but on the Mongolian side, I may not be able to do anything, and when they know that His Holiness has disappeared, I am afraid that Tibet will be shocked again." ”

The others nodded yes, Tibet was able to make a smooth transition, and the Mongols did not dare to be presumptuous, precisely because of the shock of His Holiness.

If it's a different person, I'm afraid it may not work.

Sang Qing thought for a while and looked at Yuan Shi Badao: "I have a way, that is, I want to wronged Senior Brother Yuan." ”

Yuan Shiba clasped his hands together and said, "Senior Brother Sang Qing is serious, Senior Brother, please speak." ”

Sang Qing said in a low voice: "Senior Brother's martial arts are now close to the Venerable, and his spiritual outlook is also somewhat similar to the Venerable, it is better to directly let Senior Brother Yuan be the king of Tibet, the Mongolian National Teacher is good, and the Sage Eight Shiba still exists." ”

But he wanted Yuanshi Ba to directly replace the Venerable and be the eighth master.

The others looked at each other in deep thought.

A trace of coldness flashed in Yuan Shiba's eyes, thinking of the abnormality that happened to him, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and at the same time, a killing intent in his heart was irrepressible, but he suppressed it.

There was some hesitation between his eyebrows, and he hesitated: "Isn't it good to do this, and when the Venerable comes back, how will you explain it?"

Sang Qing said: "When the Venerable comes back, we will prove it to Senior Brother Yuan, and with the wisdom of His Holiness, I will definitely not blame Senior Brother." ”

The two and four people thought about it, it was indeed the best way, and they all nodded.

Sang Qing clasped his hands together and said, "Senior brother, for the sake of my Tibet, please also ask my junior brother to agree." ”

Yuan Shiba lowered his eyelids, thinking about something in his heart.

After a little silence, he opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Senior brother will naturally never give up." The smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful.

Sang Qing smiled: "So, then it's decided." ”

Everyone nodded.

From the next day, the Potala Palace disappeared into a Yuan Shiba, and there was an additional red-clothed monk sitting cross-legged in the Spirit Pagoda Hall.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yuan Shi Ba, no, this Venerable ordered someone to call Sang Qing to the Spirit Pagoda Hall.

Sang Qing entered the hall, his face was respectful, and he bowed to worship, but he completely treated the red-clothed monk above as a real venerable.

His Holiness looked at Sang Qing who was kneeling on the ground, and the chill in his eyes became even colder.

Sang Qing said: "I don't know if the Venerable has summoned his disciples, what do you have to order?"

The Venerable said softly, "Sang Qing, raise your head. ”

Sang Qing looked up and only saw a pair of eyes with a whirlpool, which seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

When his mind shook, the spirits of Venerable and Sang Qing were entangled, and their spirituality burst out, and some pictures appeared.

In the picture, a Tibetan boy was sent to the Potala Palace by his family, and was later valued by the god-like figure and cultivated.

Later, after Yuan Shiba left, Sang Qing was called to the Spirit Pagoda Hall, and the red figure said something to him.

Just as they were about to listen carefully, suddenly their heads hurt sharply, as if they were about to explode.

"Bang"

His Holiness returned to reality and saw the red and white thing on the ground, the headless corpse lying on the ground, his face was tense, blue and white, and it was difficult to see the extreme.

His eyes flickered, his light flashed and flickered, and his breath was short.

After a while, he regained his composure, his eyes flashed with a different color, he looked at Sang Qing's corpse, and said in a low voice: "I want to see if you are superior in skills, or if everything is made for me as a wedding dress." ”

And when Sang Qing died, he was thousands of miles away in a small mountain village.

Dai Daojin, who was working, shook his heart, his body shook, he touched his head, and he couldn't understand.

I didn't think about it, shook my head, and went about the work in my hand.