Chapter 54 Old patriarch

After a day's trek, Bai Niao Chong and Nancy finally reached the peak of Kirin Mountain. Kirin Mountain is 3,000 feet high. It goes straight into the sky from the earth. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see clouds floating around, and you can also feel the cold wind blowing with snowflakes on your body. The cold climate here is not suitable for human survival at all, or even for the survival of beasts. But for a ghost refiner, such a climate is perfect, because the dark and cold environment is often the favorite environment of a ghost refiner. For a living dead person, such an environment is also the most suitable environment to live and live.

It is impossible to observe the situation at the foot of the mountain in this place, but in the same way, the Ling family will not send domestic slaves here to check. As for the Thunder Army, there may be that possibility, but at least there are no traces of this. If you really encounter that situation, you can avoid it in advance.

Hundreds of birds rushed around, familiarize themselves with the environment, and then accidentally found a small cave under a mountain stone. He called Nancy over and said, "For about a month, I think we will live in this cave."

Nancy took a look and said, "This cave is suitable for people to live in, but... what about the food?" Although she is a living dead person, her body is not much different from normal human beings. Her body's activities also require food and energy, and eating has become a must. The death of Bainiao Chong can only maintain the existence of the ghost seal on her chest, and some of the needs of the soul are different from the needs of food.

"The mountainside is a forest with rich food in it. This is not a problem. Tomorrow we will go down to hunt and collect food, get a certain amount and then return. Now let's go in and have a look. It's not too late." Bai Niao rushed to get into the cave.

The entrance of the cave is not as tall as him, and the width is only four or five feet. Because the wind and snow cover the sky, other places must be full of sunset and sufficient light at this time, but here, it is dark as soon as you enter the cave. Bai Niao Chong's footsteps are very slow. Every time he walks a distance, he will stop and observe the front before moving forward. Nancy followed him closely, always at a distance of about a foot. Once she encounters a sudden situation, she will stand in front of the Hundred Birds Rush for the first time and fight with the enemy. Although she was disrespectful to the birds, she had a personality at that time. As a ghost slave, she always put it first, that is, to protect the ghost refiner master at all costs.

The cave is not very deep, about ten feet deep. At the bottom of the cave is a round space, which looks relatively dry. Just as he came here, Bai Niao Chong was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him. This cave is not an uninhabited cave. There are stone beds and stone tables, and there are hunting bows and some air-dried prey hanging on the walls.

"Here..." Nancy also found this strange scene, "Master, who will live here?"

Bai Niao shook his head and said, "This is also my first time here. How do I know who lives here? But this person may affect our plan. Let's leave here before we figure out his details."

"This place is very suitable for us to live in. Except here, do we have to hide in the wind and snow for a month?" Nancy didn't want to leave. She said, "Isn't it just one person? Kill him, and we can live here at ease.

Bai Niao said angrily, "You guy, how many times do I have to say it before you can remember it?" I'm not a ghost refiner who kills innocent people indiscriminately. I have my own standards for killing people who are not standard. You are my ghost slave. Such a standard is also valid for you.

"It's your standard again... Er, oh, oh..." Nancy spit out her tongue and made a grimace for hundreds of birds.

Bai Niao Chong was still angry. When he saw Nancy's cute grimace, his anger suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

"Who is going to kill me?" An old voice suddenly came from the entrance behind him, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Nancy's three knives came out of the sheath at the same time, holding the moon in her left hand, and the flame and autumn wind in her right hand. As long as the person who comes is the enemy, the autumn wind will appear between her teeth.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a vague figure was also projected to the bottom of the cave first. The person who came was still playing with a torch.

"Who is the old gentleman?" Bainiao Chong asked politely with the characteristics of his voice and explained, "My companions and I didn't break into here on purpose. It's windy and snowy outside. We need a place to settle down, so..."

"Hundreds of birds, are ghost refiners also afraid of darkness and cold?" The visitor suddenly said that his people finally walked to the bottom of the cave. His body is very strong, a whole head taller than Bai Niao Chong. His right foot was empty, and his trousers were knotted by him, hanging around his thighs. He holds a bad torch in his left hand and a crutch in his right hand. Bye-bye, he has a hunting bow and an quirrel with a dozen simple arrows. His face was thin, and the beard on his upper lip was so thick that he almost covered his lips. The beard on his chin was so long that it procrastinated to his chest. In a word, I saw at a glance that he was a down-and-out old man.

Looking at his face clearly and thinking about it carefully, Bai Niao Chong's feet suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted sadly, "Old patriarch..."

The old man who suddenly appeared in the cave was none other than the patriarch of the Semitic Protos, a hundred heavens.

I remember that when the thunder army attacked the tribe, the old patriarch led the soldiers of the clan to fight bravely, and he saw the old patriarch fall into the cliff in the battle with his own eyes. It is impossible to be alive, but... Now, a hundred days are standing in front of him, and he is still alive.

A hundred days sighed, "Yes, I'm still alive. That cliff took my leg, but it didn't kill me."

Bainiao was so excited that he burst into tears and said in a trembling voice, "It's good that the old patriarch is still alive... It's good that he is still alive..." In fact, he had thousands of words to say in his heart, but there was only this sentence in his mouth, which seemed a little incoherent.

In fact, this kind of life-and-death encounter does not require too many words. A hundred days can read the mood of Bainiao Chong from the eyes, and Bainiao Chong can also understand the mood of Bainiao from the eyes. What can be more exciting than thinking that each other is dead, but reuniting in the land of their hometown more than two years later?

Just staring at each other for a long time.

"Bai Niao Chong, I didn't expect you to come out of Langshishan Prison alive. I thought I was the only one left in our flash god clan." The silence was broken in a hundred days, and his voice was full of sighs.

"Old patriarch, I..."

"Don't say anything. Let me have a good look at you." Bai Tiantian fully understood the feeling of Bai Niao Chong. He came to Bai Niao Chong's side with a crutch, helped him up, and stroked his head and shoulders with a big hand full of cocoon.

It was not until then that Bai Niao Chong calmed down and took a deep breath. He said, "Old patriarch, do you know what's going on at the foot of the mountain? The zero family enslaved hundreds of miners to dig tunnels in the cowardly holy land. They were ordered by Yuan Batian, and Yuan Batian's target was the spiritual spring of Kirin Mountain.

With such important news, he wanted to tell the old patriarch immediately and listen to his opinion, but Baitian's reaction was unexpected.

"Let's talk about these things tomorrow, compared with the things at the foot of the mountain..." After a hundred days, he said, "I'm more interested in you, but you, Bai Niao Chong. How did you become a ghost refiner, and how did you escape from the place like Langshi Mountain Prison?"

Hundreds of birds rushed to look at the hundred heavens and guessed his thoughts, but in the end, there was no general judgment. They had to brazenly say, "Old patriarch, the world of ghost refiners is a world full of death and darkness... There is nothing I can do if I take this road. I will either become a ghost refiner or die in Langshi Mountain. Prison..."

Hundreds of days laughed and interrupted the temptation of the hundred birds, "If there was a ghost refiner in the clan two years ago, I would personally take action to understand him, but now it's different. As long as I am a survivor of the Shenshen clan, even if it is darker and evil than the ghost refiner, I am happy."

What a sad change of heart. More than two years ago, he was still an upright old man in the sky, leading the Seminocles to walk on the road of integrity. Use strict clan rules to restrain the people and don't let them make mistakes. For a long time, the Shintod has been indisputable to the world, developing and surviving peacefully and quietly, but what's the use of this? As soon as Yuanbatian came, the whole Shenshen clan was destroyed. Justice, light, those things he believed in in the past did not give an explanation to the Shinan, let alone a little help. Why did he believe in those useless things?

The only thing I believe in now is strength and fists!

"Bai Niao Chong, do you understand what I mean now? Whether you are a ghost refiner or some other more evil person, in my eyes, you can only be one person, and that person is the hundred birds of my divine clan!"

"Old patriarch..." This is not only a recognition, but also a whip and a feeling of relatives. The corners of Bai Niao Chong's eyes are a little wet. For more than two years, he has been suppressing his feelings and turning himself into a hard ice that is difficult to melt, but now, he has slowly melted with the friendship of his ancestors and the trust and care of his elders.

"Don't be sad. I, the man of the Shintoon clan, never shed tears. Well, tell me what kind of experience it is now?" The big hand in a hundred days fell on the shoulder of Bai Niao Chong and patted it gently.

"This is the thing, that day..." Hundreds of birds rushed to collect their chaotic thoughts and slowly narrating.