In this battle, the natives died more than 60 warriors of internal power level and Aung Shan Baoyan was injured; Wang Qinian, the only golden elixir warrior in our side, died. The balance of victory and defeat between the two tribes tilted towards the natives.

However, things in the world are impermanent, and things will still be done in the future. Only by biting the bullet and continuing can you know the way out.

Riding on the dense night, the wooden bird flew out of the top of the Falling Star Mountain, and the native warriors showed no sign of catching up.

I asked Wang Qitai how we landed in the Dazhai in Nanpo, because he had discussed with us before that we should not appear in the public public in Shunshui Town before the blood festival on October 15th.

"If you don't go to Dazhai, the spirit stone fuel in Gongshu wooden bird is enough for five hours to fly. We fly to the southern end of the South Island to meet the patriarch!"

"Do you go directly to the residence of the old patriarch Wang Xiangfu?" Murong Zhi thought for a while and told me, "It is the stone pagoda we saw when we first came to the island. It was the place where Wang Xiangfu, the old patriarch of Shunshui Town, lived in seclusion. He is a figure of the generations of the two elders Wang's grandfathers. He was very famous in the north of Central Earth thirty years ago."

I remembered that when Murong Zhi and I first climbed to the South Island, we once saw the lonely stone tower on a remote cliff in Shunshui Town. It seemed that there were men and women Confucian schoolchildren going there to listen to the lecture at night.

It turned out to be the one hundred and ten years old man.

A white-haired man sent a black-haired man, and he was going to accept the bad news of his grandchildren's death tomorrow.

I suddenly wanted to wait for the things here to calm down and build two tombs for my parents in Baiyun Township. My father hoped to spend his old age in Baiyun Township. Then I would at least symbolically let him see the legend of Baiyun Township who had a lot of resentment before his death and cultivators above the Golden Pill. Even after the forty-nine days of the bardo, it would be difficult for the ghost to dissipate. If my father really had a spirit in the world, I hope his ghost could have a place to rely on.

Perhaps Wang Qinian's ghost has not yet dissipated after the forty-nine days of bardo, but his dream of Central Plains must be unable to go back.

As for my mother, she was just a weak mortal woman, and she didn't know where her ghost would go. Perhaps it had dissipated in the world, coming from the qi, and still being qi.

I can't see her anymore.

I can't see her anymore.

Wooden birds appear and fall on the clouds, and the mountains, hills, forests and fields on the island are all in my eyes.

The world is vast, and life is just a passing passerby, so how easy it is to die.

For some reason, two lines of clear tears shed from the wooden human skin.

It’s not that there is so much sorrow, but that there is a sensation of loneliness.

I subconsciously glanced at Murong Zhi, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

"When I clean my brother's body, I will take the helm. You have been fighting fiercely for a day and are already very tired. At the speed of a wooden bird, you can only fly to the stone tower tomorrow afternoon, so you can rest well. The situation has changed tremendously after tonight. I want to discuss with the old patriarch urgently and ask him to come out again in the evening of his life. We are not capable of being juniors, but we still have to worry about him at this age."

"It's okay, wait until we meet the old patriarch before we rest."

Murong Zhi and I were driving a sloop and had a hard sailing experience of half a month on the sea. Now, only half a day of hard work is nothing.
Chapter completed!