Ji Wenming didn't dare to say anything about coming back to steal the Zhenshan Bow, for fear of being heard by the clansmen.

The old man of the Nakayama clan also smiled and did not say a word. On the way here, Ji Wenming once mentioned that this third uncle has a stubborn temper and is not good at eating the ancients, if he directly borrows the Zhenshan bow, the third uncle will definitely not borrow it.

"Wen Ming, where did you go again?" The third uncle, Gonghe paced slowly, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and he said very unhappily, "You are the young patriarch, it stands to reason that you have reached the age of learning to deal with military and political affairs with your clan uncles! But you don't see anyone all day long? Besides, you are congenitally deficient, you are not good at recuperating in the clan, and you run around outside all day, if something happens, when the patriarch returns from the flood in the future, how can you let me explain this old bone to the patriarch?"

"I know, third uncle, I will start studying with several clan uncles such as Ji Kun, Ji Xiang and Ji Huan from tomorrow!"

Therefore, before the third uncle Ji He could speak, he wanted to escape.

Ji Kun, who was gloomy beside him, sneered, and said with a look of disgust on his face: "Now that this world is flooded and food and clothing are insufficient, all the clansmen are doing their best for the survival of the tribe, and only you, Ji Wenming, a loser, run all day long to play with birds and beasts in the mountains." If it weren't for the fact that you are the son of the patriarch, I am afraid that you would have been driven out of the tribe long ago and left you to fend for yourself!"

Some of the guards next to him also showed a hint of indignation when they heard this.

The old man of the Zhongshan clan was stunned for a moment, slightly surprised, obviously he didn't expect this Ji Kun to be so in front of outsiders, and he didn't hide his dissatisfaction with the young patriarch. Moreover, the third uncle and the other clansmen didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with Ji Kun saying this, so it can be seen that he must be used to counting on weekdays.

A trace of anger flashed in Ji Wenming's eyes, but he didn't attack, he pointed to the old man of the Zhongshan clan and said, "I'm not hanging out outside, this time I met this old man of the Zhongshan clan at the foot of Chongshan, his clan and the caravan were killed by a demon beast, I saw that he was lonely, so I brought him back, please ask the third uncle to entertain me, so as not to be said that my Xia Hou clan does not understand etiquette......"

The third uncle, Ji He, couldn't help but glance at the old man of the Zhongshan clan with some sympathy, at a time when monsters and beasts were everywhere and fierce clans were everywhere, the tribes that dared to organize caravans to go out were either strong and strong, with amazing combat effectiveness, and had something to rely on, or they really had no way to live, so they would be willing to take this risk. This Nakayama clan obviously belongs to the latter, which is really pitiful.

The Zhongshan clan stepped forward and saluted the third uncle, and said with a wry smile: "The dog of the Zhongshan tribe who lost his family has caused trouble to your department!"

When the third uncle saw that he was polite for a few weeks, he didn't want to say anything, but just instructed the people around him: "Take the old man of the Zhongshan clan down to rest, so that he can be entertained, and don't be lazy." ”

"Yes!

After the old man of the Zhongshan clan left, Xi Wenming took the opportunity to say: "Third uncle, I still have to leave in advance, and I will come back to listen to your teachings!"

With that, he ran all the way away.

The third uncle was so angry that he had an old face, his eyes were bigger than the copper bells, and his beard was even more up.

Ji Kun on the side sneered, and said very unceremoniously: "Dad, why do you bother to give this loser a good look?"

The third uncle sighed, frowned, and said, "Kun'er, if you don't open your mouth and shut up, you will be a loser, let other people in the clan hear it, and everyone will only say that I have no way to teach my godson...... Anyway, Wen Ming is the young patriarch of our Xiahou clan after all!"

"Bullshit young patriarch!" said Ji Kun with a disgusted face, "He neither goes to the school to practice martial arts, nor does he go to the fields to cultivate crops, he will only run to the mountains and forests all day long to find those eagles, leopards, raccoons, jackals, elk to play, if he can hunt these beasts back for food, but he just said that he wants to be friends with these birds...... Dad, do you think what he said is human? Is it something that a responsible young patriarch can say? Today he brought back an inexplicable old man back for a leisurely meal, and the food in our clan is not abundant, how can it be used to support idlers?"

The third uncle glared at him and said, "That's enough! Don't say this kind of thing in the future!"

Ji Kun narrowed his eyes, and the cold light in his pupils flashed: "Dad, what are you worried about? The people we sent to Pusaka have returned, and Emperor Shun is very annoyed that the patriarch has made no progress in controlling the water all these years, and maybe one day he will blame the patriarch! When that day comes, Dad, the patriarch who is in charge of the clan on behalf of you, will be the next patriarch who is rightfully in charge! Could it be that the clansmen will still hand over the lifeline of the clan to Ji Wenming, a loser?"

"Shut up!" the third uncle was furious, "All of this is just your groundless speculation! Since the Gonggong clan and the Black Emperor failed to compete for the throne in the past, this flood has endured for a long time, often flooded, and is extremely difficult to control, Emperor Shun is wise, how can he blame my Xiahou clan chief for this?"

Ji Kun sneered and said, "Dad, if you are afraid of those gossips, Ji Wenming will leave it to me to deal with!"

"Don't mess around!" the third uncle glanced at him meaningfully.

Ji Kun knew that the old man was already moved, and a trace of smug light in the depths of his pupils flashed, and he said confidently: "Daddy, please rest assured! I will not deliberately harm him Xi Wen's life, I just need to let more people see the true face of this ruined son, and when the time comes, once something big happens, the clansmen will naturally not stand on his side again......"

Not to mention that Ji Kun was hiding a murderous motive here, Ji Wenming ran all the way, but he did not go home, but went straight to the ancestral shrine of the Xia Hou tribe.

The ancestral shrine is located in a bamboo forest in the northwest, surrounded by streams, and covered by bamboo, like a paradise.

After rushing into the bamboo forest, Ji Wenming suddenly slowed down and became cautious, the formation in this bamboo forest is extremely powerful, and if he is not careful, he may touch the mechanism, and he will be turned into ten thousand arrows by the bamboo branches and die through his heart.

When he stepped on a path in the bamboo forest, the air shook like water waves, revealing an arch that appeared in front of him.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he stepped inside, a low roar sounded in his ears, and a black and white bear pounced on him.

This bear has a protruding forehead and fangs, a huge palm like a fan, and its bent muscles are full of powerful explosive power, and it easily threw Ji Wenming to the ground, and he was about to bite his head when he opened his mouth.

"Don't make a fuss, Heisha, I'm here for something very important to do!" Ji Wenming hugged Xiong Zhen's head and stopped its approaching mouth.

Xiong Zhenhei stretched out his tongue, reluctantly licked a few mouthfuls of Xi Wenming, wanted to play with the little master, but he didn't expect him to have something to do, heard the words, stopped, and later stretched out his tongue a little unwillingly, licked Wenming's cheeks, and let out a whimpering sound.