The days of surviving on a desert island with the goddess

Chapter 278 The Danger of the Camp

I didn't expect that there were so many people in the barbaric tribe, and Xiaochun and I went to die.

"But I'm here to look for you, and I want to ask you for help with two things. As long as you promise me this matter, I will go and save your friends." Elder An said.

"What's the matter?" Wang Di asked.

"Listen to me first to tell me about the origin of my family and why we survive on this island, and you will understand." An's old eyes seemed to have experienced countless hardships.

Wang Di stood under the big tree, ready to listen to Mr. An's story.

The plot has been changed, and Ying, who appeared twice in the ancient text, is now on the stage.

Old An's voice was old, and he said melancholy: "Our ancestors were under the command of King Ying of Minyue. It is said that King Ying of Minyue was going to do a big event, but he was deeply disturbed and had no chance of winning, so he sent his beloved woman, Lan, Give it to our ancestors for protection, let our ancestors escort his beloved woman, Lan, to this island for refuge, and when he achieves a great cause, he will come here to pick up Lan. If he fails, he will also come here On the island, grow old together with Lan, and live in seclusion on the island."

"What big event does King Minyue want to do?" Xiaochun asked.

"Ugh!"

Mr. An shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know either. After all, it's about the ancestors. We don't know about it. It's just a story passed down from generation to generation."

"The King of Minyue wants to unify Baiyue and fight against Emperor Wu of the Han court," Wang Di said.

"How do you know?" Xiaochun asked.

Wang Di replied: "Because I don't only practice qigong and don't read books like you, so of course I know."

"Little brother, who is Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?" Elder An asked curiously.

Nan Anyue and her clansmen also looked at Wang Di curiously, especially this pure and lively little beauty, looking at Wang Di with bright and clear eyes, she seemed very interested.

Wang Di said: "Mr. An, don't ask me this, just keep talking."

"Ok."

Old An nodded, and said in an old voice: "Minyue King Ying gave his Aifeilan to our ancestors for escort, and hoped that my ancestors would protect his Aifei with their lives, but the king didn't trust my ancestors very much. So let them swear by a drop of blood, drop the blood in a black jade Buddha, if my ancestors betray him, or betray Lan, the descendants will die badly. Those who will be humiliated by others will have a miserable life."

This oath is really vicious, but it is nothing more than an oath, and it is often false. It is just a means to restrain the conscience.

The pattering rain was still falling in the forest, and Mr. An continued in a melancholy and hoarse voice: "Later, it is said that when the ancestors of our clan escorted Lan to the boat, some of them escaped quietly because they did not want to go to the island to suffer. "

"Your ancestors, after all, someone betrayed the oath." Wang Di said.

"Oh, yes." Old An regretted helplessly.

In fact, this kind of thing is very normal, because everyone needs benefits. The ancestors of An Lao, who followed the King of Minyue at the beginning, because they had benefits, they could be high-ranking officials and rich salary, but let them come to this island to suffer and see no future. , of course they are not happy.

What's more, Minnan Yue had to contend with the emperor of the Han Dynasty at that time, which was beyond his control.

"What happened next?" Xiaochun continued to ask.

Mr. An said: "According to the records handed down by my ancestors from generation to generation, I learned that some of my ancestors followed Lan to this island. The arrival of the king will last for three years."

three years?Wang Di could imagine that the woman must have been very lonely during these three years.

On this remote island, Lan missed the king very much, so she wandered around on the island, but she waited and waited, year after year, but the king still did not come. In loneliness, she was on some rocks on the island, Write down the feeling of missing the king.

In fact, that woman is an infatuated woman.

tick!tick!The rain and dew in the forest kept falling. In Wang Di's consciousness, he seemed to see a beautiful woman walking sadly in the forest and walking around the island. Yes, and leave with her.

Unfortunately, she couldn't wait.

"What happened next?" Xiaochun continued to ask.

Mr. An said: "I found out from the records left by our ancestors that, three years later, an army set foot on this island and wanted to capture Lan back. That army was able to find this place because of some of my ancestors. After betraying Lan and revealing the secret, the army brought news that Ying was dead. When Lan heard the news, she was distraught and cried bitterly."

Weeping bitterly?Wang Di seemed to hear a desperate woman crying on this island. It was the cry of 2000, and it was the desperate cry of a woman.

She thought about it day and night, and waited hard, but what she waited for was this result. The promise of staying together forever and growing old together was nothing in the end.

"Lan didn't want to be a victim of the war, and she didn't want to fall into the hands of others and insult her innocence, so she committed suicide that night. When she committed suicide, she covered her face with a white cloth and swore that her soul would continue to live on this island. Waiting for the king, and staying with the king forever, she made an oath that she does not want any outsiders to step in here and disturb her soul and the king's soul."

"Lan committed suicide?" Wang Di asked.

Old An nodded and said: "Yes, according to the records left by my ancestors, Lan did commit suicide. Before she died, she covered her face with a white cloth and swore an oath. It is said that after her death, the army put her on the island* In a cave in * Ridge, then the army left, and our ancestors were also abandoned on the island, leaving them to fend for themselves."

well!Wang Di sighed, this is indeed a touching story, war is ruthless, women are innocent, it is a pity Lan's love for Ying.

However, in the long river of history, in the long thousands of years of war, I don't know how many families have been torn apart, and how many loves have been buried in the flames of war.

The cold wind blew from time to time, and An Lao said in a painful voice: "According to the records left by my ancestors, after Dang Lan died, terrible things happened."

"What's the matter?" Wang Di said.

Xiaochun also looked at Old Man An curiously, wondering what happened afterwards.

In the fog of the forest, Old Man An's eyes were a little frightened, and he said in a suppressed voice: "Later, when that army left and our ancestors were abandoned here, a group of people suddenly came to the island, and that group of people traveled across the ocean. sea, and settled on islands."

"That group of people should be the ancestors of the barbaric tribe?" Wang Di asked.

"Yes."

Old An nodded, and said: "According to the records, when those barbarians set foot on the island and found our ancestors, they were cruel and took away more than a dozen people from our clan, including a few women, but those women were all abused by them. killed, or killed."

Wang Di thought of the three women he had seen before. When he was patrolling the mountain with An Mengting, he saw a woman who was brutally humiliated and then killed. Last night, he saw two more women in the forest. The woman who was killed, and these three women were all members of Anandru's tribe.

"Maybe this is retribution, maybe it's the retribution of the oath. From then on, the ancestors of our clan, regardless of men and women, will die in pain as long as they reach the age of 40 or 50." Old man An's voice was painful, and he pressed He clenched his fists tightly, his face full of despair.

"Old An, what about you?" Wang Di was about to ask, but Old An said seriously, "That's right, I have lived for fifty cold and hot days. According to the records left by our ancestors, there are very few people in our family who can live to 50 years old." Very few, but most of them died of forty cold and heat, and I can't live long, because no one in this family has lived more than fifty cold and heat since records were kept."

(End of this chapter)