Back Off, Let Me Come

Gong Xilai knew that his adopted brother was very powerful, but he had no specific idea of ​​how powerful he was. It wasn't until Gong Xiqiu came back with a refreshed face that she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the situation was not lost. He hurriedly stepped forward: "Brother, are you injured?"

Gong Xiqiu grinned.

She didn't mention it, she really didn't notice it.

He did suffer some minor injuries, but compared to the young man surnamed Xun, they were only minor scratches. As long as he circulates his martial energy and walks for a few days, not even a bruise will be left.

He slapped his breastplate loudly: "No injuries."

Gongxi came and asked again: "Where is that person?"

Gong Xiqiu turned his head towards the direction where the young man surnamed Xun came from, and wrote lightly: "Him? Oh, I have spared his life. When this person grows up for a few years, he may be able to bring some excitement to my brother. Now. , or young seedlings."

There is no sense of accomplishment in killing.

Gong Xilai: "..."

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with what the adopted brother said, but after listening carefully, I feel that something is wrong. She blinked and saw a young man with a bruised nose and swollen face, and blood on his face walking slowly towards him——

When the other party heard Gong Xiqiu's words, his face darkened a bit.

Due to the violence, Iron Fist could not say anything.

Gong Xiqiu pouted at his guards and commanded: "Go, take stock of your things, and return to your clan before dark."

Seeing that most of the bodyguards were in trouble, Gong Xichou politely asked the young man named Xun to allocate manpower to help transport them. The latter glared at him, seemingly unhappy, but could only hold back his anger. Who makes the local snake unable to suppress this powerful dragon descending from the sky?

Gong Xi Lai's eyes were full of envy.

It’s great to have strength.

Before Gong Xiqiu came, dozens of people were detained here. If they wanted to lose money and eliminate disaster, it depended on their mood. After Gong Xiqiu came, he directly treated the other party's people as his own. This extreme contrast made her feel happy and a little sad.

"Alai, what are you looking at?" A brave warrior has keen senses, but Gongxi Lai's eyes are too eager, and he can't ignore them even if he wants to.

"I was thinking how awesome my brother is today."

Gong Xiqiu didn't think it was anything, so of course he said proudly: "Brother, I am very majestic every day."

Gong Xilai: "..."

Yang Ying couldn't help but chuckle.

Gong Xiqiu was confused: "Is that wrong?"

That's right, just too honest.

Gong Xilai said regretfully and yearningly: "I also want to be so majestic, instead of relying on my brother to show off his majesty - people are not as good as themselves. Brother can't arrive in time at any time. If we meet someone this time, Whoever had the intention would have been killed a long time ago."

She spoke very quietly.

But which brave warrior present can’t hear it?

Yang Ying was close and heard it clearly.

There is sadness in the heart and sorrow on the brow.

These words were Gong Xi Lai’s heartfelt wishes. How could they not be her wishes? It's just that Gong Xi was lucky enough to have a sworn brother who protected her. As long as Gong Xi Qiu didn't fall, she would always be able to rely on him. And the father who protected her already hated Xiaocheng.

She was able to survive in the chaos of war, and luck accounted for 99% of it. If, if you have the ability, not to mention joining the battle with my father to kill the enemy, you can at least do your little bit to become a supporter of your blood relatives. My father is gone, but she is still here!

Gong Xiqiu muttered: "This is a bit difficult..."

When Gong Xilai heard this, his eyes lit up and he grabbed his arm guard: "It's a bit difficult? Does that mean there is still a chance?"

Because of Gong Xiqiu's power, her trust in her sworn brother was a little more blind, as if he was omnipotent.

Yang Ying also looked over.

Gongxi Lai's little strength was not enough to tickle him. He just smiled and said: "It should be so, but the predecessors did not do it. The oracle once said that there is a balance between yin and yang in the world, and no man can practice literature and martial arts. Women cannot do that. Besides, the clan has lived in seclusion for more than two hundred years and has always respected women. Even the gods enshrined by the clan still look like women--"

If men were respected and women were regarded as inferior in the clan, the Gongxi clan would not continue the matrilineal tradition of living in groups for many years, let alone monogamy. Even if the gods are worshiped, they should be worshiped in the form of a male god, not a female-looking god sitting high on the altar.

Therefore, women can also practice literature and martial arts.

Isn’t Mama a typical example?

As for why others didn’t—

The oracle said nothing.

But when one Mama appears, there will naturally be another one. It can be seen that nothing in this world is absolute except life and death.

"...I happen to have nothing to do. This time I go back and look through the family records, and maybe I can find a few clues. However, there are ugly words ahead, so there is little hope. If you can't, don't be disappointed. As long as brother lives for one day, One day is your backer. The brave warriors in the world today who can take my brother's life - well, they are either not yet mature or they are old and decayed."

Gong Xiqiu was very confident in himself.

His strength is not the strongest in the world, but he is still young, his strength is still in a period of rapid development, and the golden stage of his life has just begun. Even if he is not the strongest in the world now, he will definitely stand out on the future stage!

It is more than enough to protect a young man from the west.

Gong Xilai couldn't restrain his excitement. He felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat. He couldn't wait to set off now.

While they were talking, the young man named Xun had already packed his things. Gong Xiqiu ordered him to accompany him to escort him.

"Do you still need escort?" The young man surnamed Xun simply dealt with the injury, hanging a cloth strip around his neck and hanging his left arm.

With this look, it's hard to tell whether Gong Xiqiu needs escort or he needs protection. Those bandits from Minfeng, whoever encounter Gong Xiqiu just go out without reading the almanac and rush to meet the King of Hell.

Who knew that a high-level martial artist would emerge from such a big place as Minfeng? It's good that he didn't seek bad luck with anyone else. Gong Xiqiu asked back: "Why don't you use it in vain?"

The young man surnamed Xun: "..."

Dare to be angry but dare not speak!

With a dark face, he helped Gong Xi to drive a few people. How could he snatch the twenty-two carriages and send them back now?

This is the first time that Gong Xiqiu has returned from his hometown for many years, and he, who has always been open-minded, also feels a bit timid about being close to home.

The entrance to the tribal valley is overgrown with weeds, and the trails cultivated by the tribe have lost their popularity and been submerged by weeds.

The young man surnamed Xun glanced at the valley.

While driving, they chatted: "Is your surname Gongxi?"

Gong Xiqiu was holding the urn of his father's ashes and was feeling sad.

Hearing this, the brewing of emotions was temporarily interrupted.

"yes."

The young man surnamed Xun asked again: "Before, you asked me if my surname was Gongxi or Jimo. Did you misunderstand that I am a member of the Gongxi clan?"

Gong Xiqiu raised his eyelids: "So what?"

The young man surnamed Xun said: "No."

His eyesight just isn't very good.

Only then did Gong Xiqiu notice that the young man knew the way. The path from the entrance of the valley to the core of the tribe is complicated, and the original road is still hidden by weeds. It is very easy for non-tribes to get lost. There were several forks in the road, but he did not direct them, and the young man did not go wrong.

The young man denied that he was from the Gongxi tribe.

This means——

"Have you met other Gongxi people?"

The young man riddled: "Barely."

Gong Xiqiu was anxious: "What does reluctance mean?"

The young man had a piece of wild grass in his mouth and was able to drive the carriage with ease with one hand. Seeing Gong Xichou's anxious expression, he felt relieved. He said unhurriedly: "Because the grandson and grandson didn't admit their surnames. I knew 'Gongxi' and 'Jimo' but I accidentally read the county records. It said that the Gongxi tribe was exterminated and there were no survivors. People, but the grandfather and grandson are obviously..."

Before he could finish speaking, he shouted.

"You're going to crush my right arm, and you drive!"

Gong Xiqiu let go of his hand and asked, "What grandson?"

"About two years ago, three people came over. Two of them were grandsons and grandsons dressed up very much like you..." The young man shook his pinched right arm and muttered, "That old man is as unreasonable as you. No. I’ve seen people like him asking for help.”

Some extraordinary measures were used to ask young people to send daily necessities regularly. He was the familiar mountain road at that time.

Gong Xiqiu: "Then they are still in the clan area now?"

It must be!

It must be my brother who brought his grandson/son back to the clan!

As for why Thirty-Seven-Eight's brother looked like an old man, he ignored it. There are only three lights left in the clan, one is the former high priest, one is brother, and the other is him.

The people from Hui Clan must be among the two of them!

The young man said: "No more, I left long ago."

"Leaved? When did you leave?"

The young man frowned: "How do I know?"

He didn't care when the pair of bad gods left.

Gong Xiqiu saw that the young man didn't look like he was lying, so he could only suppress his emotions. The short stretch of mountain road seemed like a torturous day. Finally, everyone arrived at the tribe before the Golden Crow set on the mountain. Gong Xilai carefully opened the car curtain, and all he saw was a desolate scene. It was impossible to imagine that this was the paradise Gong Xiqiu mentioned.

Gong Xiqiu ordered his personal guards to repair and clear out a place where they could stay overnight, and he took Gong Xilai to the clan altar. Yang Ying and the young man surnamed Xun also came over. It was obvious that the area around the altar had been carefully tidied up.

"Brother is really back -"

He suddenly remembered something.

"I'm going to take a look at the life lamp. You guys wait here."

After a few jumps, the figure disappeared. It's not that he doesn't want to bring Gong Xi here and there, but the place where the life lantern is enshrined is a forbidden area in the clan, and the clan rules stipulate that no one without a life lantern is allowed to enter.

He came to the statue that was more than ten feet tall by familiar means. The statue had a graceful figure and a draped hat on its head. The brows and eyes behind the gauze were as compassionate as ever, and there was a delicate and small seal on the forehead. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his hands were making secrets.

Gong Xiqiu bowed respectfully.

Take a deep breath and turn the mechanism at the foot of the statue.

A door that is as tall as a person is exposed under the base of the statue.

The tunnel is illuminated by luminous pearls, and at the end is a cave with hollows dug one after another around the cave. Each location is enshrined with an exquisite life lamp. The cave that should have been as bright as day now only had three lights swaying quietly.

"Three...really three..."

Gong Xiqiu's heart beat like a drum.

His father didn't lie to him!

Each lamp holder is engraved with a name.

He found his own easily.

Beside him, there was also a light that was quietly lit.

Gong Xiqiu carefully picked up his own cup and held it for a while: "How could I just find out now -"

If it had been discovered earlier, it might have been different.

He endured the sadness, found the holder of Jimo Can's life lamp, carefully put it in his arms, and moved his eyes to the lamp that represented his brother. The flame of the life lamp is strong and bright, which means that the owner of the life lamp is still very tenacious. In comparison, the third one is much weaker, which is a sign of aging and entering twilight years.

It should be the rebellious former high priest.

"Brother, I will find you."

When you flick the flame of the life lamp with your fingers, the temperature of the wick is consistent with that of the human body. He took a deep look and turned to leave.

Just make sure that your brother is still alive and well.

He will always find the other person.

The most important thing at the moment was to make arrangements for the old father's affairs and prepare abundant offerings to bribe the gods. For the sake of the offerings, be more lenient with his rebellious father.

It just so happened that Xun had enough manpower to work for free.

The young man surnamed Xun: "..."

Oh, who makes him inferior in skills?

He endured it!

This lasted only half a month.

On the second day, Gong Xiqiu buried his father's ashes in the ancestral grave. As his adopted daughter, Gong Xilai also wore mourning clothes. But I don’t know that the customs of the Gongxi people are completely different from those of the outside world. The filial piety clothes are taken off before they are warm enough. Don’t they need to stay in a house to observe filial piety?

Gong Xiqiu asked inexplicably: "What's the point of staying in a house and observing filial piety? He has so many clansmen accompanying him, and he still needs us to bother him? It's good if he didn't say that we are unlucky."

His father could really say this, so he didn't want to offend him.

Gong Xilai: "..."

Different from the simple funeral, the offerings to the gods were various. He put gold, silver and jewelry on them one by one, murmuring with a pious expression. Gong Xilai pricked up his ears to listen, his expression getting more and more embarrassing as he listened. The adoptive father despises the adoptive brother for being unlucky...

It's not without reason.

Fortunately it was burned to ashes.

If you want to bury the whole body in the ground, why don't you get so angry that you lift up the coffin?

The brother and sister temporarily lived in the clan. Unlike the leisurely life of the two, Shen Tang was living in dire straits.

The cause is still the enemies of praying for good and praying for good.

Longwu County, the administrative office, Ruyao.

Qi Shan slapped a scroll in front of her. Shen Tang looked at the scroll and then at him, her heart pounding.

"What?" His tone was a little weak.

Qi Shan smiled but said: "Master, you might as well recruit talents according to this list and give Shan a happy life all at once!"

Shen Tang muttered: "...Isn't this raising Gu..."

To put it simply, this is the "Comprehensive Collection of Enemies Who Pray for Good". Shen Tang opened it with trembling fingers. From the beginning to the end of the volume, there were dense handwritings of prayers for good deeds. Each character has a brief biography, and Shen Tang trembles every time he looks at it.

Qixu said: "...This, this is not good..."

She discovered that she was not the poisonous person.

It’s clear that praying for good is poisonous!

Is there any normal enemy among his?

The information is very detailed and each has its own strengths, but everyone has one common characteristic, which can be said in Shen Tang's eyes.

[If you are not lucky, don’t come! 】

They are all ruthless characters!

Not everyone deceives the Lord, but everyone has the word "expensive" written on them. Anyway, Shen Tang's family can't afford it. Her life is strong enough, but her wallet is too soft.

She sneered: "...can't recruit..."

Qi Shan pinched his eyebrows.

Good guy, the lord is really tempted.

Shen Tang whispered: "Yuanliang, you have a few friends, right? Those who are not so expensive can be win over."

Qishan: "..."

He had a premonition that he would either be plotted to death or angered to death. In order not to die so quickly, he decided to do something.

"Yes, my lord's suggestion is very good."

There are many enemies who pray for good, and there are also many friends.

However, most of them are friends with similar odors like Gu Chi. Under normal circumstances, he really doesn't want to work with them.

but now--

It's impossible not to take action.

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I hope my diabetes tolerance goes well tomorrow.

September 8th, I took a day off today. I was fine in the morning after Tang Nai finished cooking, but I felt low in energy in the afternoon and evening (probably because I went out to buy Mid-Autumn Festival gifts in the afternoon, and suddenly I had an appetite and drank eight fried buns, which made me feel upset). Open the skylight today and try to update as early as possible tomorrow (I hope I can keep this month’s Writer Incentive Award (._.｀))