The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

While the two were arguing, the old savage man had already finished handling the matter and came back. He looked at Qin Yuan and Ya Shijing in confusion.

"This……"

Yes, adults are approachable!Your Excellency loves the people like your own children!

Therefore, it is not a loss of status for them to cause trouble. On the contrary, we subjects should be happy. After all, who doesn’t want to have a gentle king?

(Brain supplement: The blood disaster ancestor is the ancestor and her mother.)

(Then Qin Yuan cannot be called the ancestor, but can only be called the king. It is reasonable, very reasonable!)

Seeing that he was back, Qin Yuan also ended his quarrel with Xiao Jing.

As for how it ended?She called her sister-in-law and activated the magic power of love to spin in circles.

Someone is dizzy~

"Ahem... Patriarch, let's talk somewhere else."

"Um…"

The two came to the lounge at the back, which was still decorated in an all-stone style, but there was a clean animal skin on Qin Yuan's chair.

"My lord, what do you want to talk about?"

"I want to know...where did you learn about the Blood Bane Ancestor?"

Qin Yuan once in a while stroked the animal hair covering the stone chair and asked in vague terms.

She really couldn't tell the story of being her own mother.

"Sir, you ask this..."

The old man's cloudy eyes revealed his reminiscence:

"We didn't know it at first, but my grandfather, during the reign of Emperor Pang III, saved a man in Xingxiao robe during a sandstorm..."

Xingxiao robe?People from the Astrology Pavilion!

Qin Yuan paused for a moment and motioned for him to continue.

"He probably spent three months recovering from his injuries in our savage tribe. Before leaving, he suddenly asked my grandpa if he wanted to know anything?"

"My grandfather thought he was an intelligence dealer from outside, so he said..."

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"Little brother, there is nothing I want to know. This world has long had nothing to do with our clan."

The dark-skinned middle-aged man shook his head mockingly.

"Huh? I'm not an information dealer, I'm from the Astrology Pavilion!"

"Astrological Pavilion? The name is very nice...my clan also has a nice name...what is it called?"

"Ha...forget it, I can't remember."

"It's all a false name for dust and earth. If you forget it, just forget it..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and walked towards the tribe without looking back. That sturdy figure was so small in the world...

The man in Xingxiao pursed his lips and yelled at his back with some emotion: "Brother Han! Astrology doesn't believe in the fate of the world! Are you willing to let your people live this kind of life of running away from the sand and eating fruits every day?"

The person who was called Brother Han did not stop or even turn his head:

"Humans and dogs don't conspire with each other, but Pangzi did it and divided it among the three families... What's the use if I don't give in?"

"It works! Brother Han! I can help you find a way forward!"

"Then wait until you figure out when the sandstorm will start and you can successfully avoid it."

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"Huh? Your grandfather rejected the people from the Astrology Pavilion?"

Qin Yuan was a little surprised. The old man shook his head and smiled:

"My grandfather's generation was the third generation, and he has not seen the world for hundreds of years. It is normal to know very little about them."

"Oh, what then? How can you believe him?"

The old man said: "The man in Xingxiao robe left after being rejected by my grandfather. It was not until a few years later that my grandfather was injured by hundreds of poisons from the Yong'an Xia family and he reappeared when he was dying."

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In a stone house in the desert, a middle-aged man lay dying on the bed. He dispersed all the clan members who were watching.

We are all going to die anyway, and being with so many people will only increase the sadness...

"Crack..."

There was a sound of the stone door being pushed open, and the man in Xingxiao robe walked in: "Brother Han, do you still remember me?"

The middle-aged man turned his head with difficulty when he heard the voice, and his eyes that were corroded by hundreds of poisons couldn't see clearly.

He may have remembered it when he heard the sound, or maybe he couldn't remember it clearly, so he just said: "You're here..."

"Hmm..." The man in Xingxiao robe nodded, took out a pill from his sleeve and fed it to the middle-aged man.

The latter did not resist. Even if he had different thoughts, he was still a dying man and could not make much trouble.

"Brother Han, do you still believe in the destiny of the world?"

"Believe it... maybe you don't believe it... but people have lives..."

The man who took the elixir became more and more drowsy, and his mind was as calm as a shipwrecked boat, teetering on the edge of collapse.

"People have a destiny, but they can change it! Brother Han, can you listen to my advice?"

"If you insist...just listen..."

The man in Xingxiao robe finally showed joy on his face, even if the other party was just perfunctory.

He stretched out his hand and the light floated between his fingers.

I asked Da'an, Cunlilian, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, but in the end it stayed empty on the lower part of the middle finger!

This is the most ominous hexagram, and it will bring bad luck!

"How is that possible?" The expression of the man in Xingxiao robe changed slightly. He took out the oracle bone from his sleeve, bit his finger open and threw the copper coin in with blood and shook it.

"Disciple of Astrology Jiazilou, please ask the pavilion master how to change the fate of Zhaoshen Han Dan's family!"

The copper coins came out and kept spinning on the ground.

This is no answer!

The man in Xingxiao robe suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Brother Han has a life-saving grace for this disciple. Please clear up my doubts, Pavilion Master!"

Before the copper coins stopped, he gritted his teeth, hammered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood on it.

The first copper coin stopped, and the man in Xingxiao robe became much weaker.

The hexagram is a chess piece in the sky. Entering the formation will lead to death and no life!

"What is heavenly chess?" The person in Xingxiao robe didn't know, so he took some blood from his mouth and looked at the second copper coin.

No relatives along the way, white hair and red clothes due to bloodshed, and becoming an ancestor by following the imperial path!

"Blood disaster, white hair and red clothes? Becoming an ancestor? What does it mean to become an ancestor, and what does it mean to follow the path of an emperor?"

The man in Xingxiao robe was completely confused.

He looked at the third copper coin, and before he could calculate it, the coin suddenly exploded!

A fragment pierced directly into his palm, adding endless karma. The man in Xingxiao robe screamed and fainted from the pain.

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"What's next? That Astrology Pavilion disciple..."

The old man saw the meaning in Qin Yuan's eyes, shook his head and said:

"My grandfather took his elixir and was cured of all the poisons, but the man in Xingxiao robe did not survive until the next spring."

"Sigh... That's not what he should do. He can't live up to this."

Qin Yuan did not speak, and the old man continued: "When my lord hears this, you should understand that my grandfather did not believe in blood disasters at that time..."

"Then why did you believe it again later?"

"You are never alone in life." The old man spoke to Qin Yuan for the first time without bending and holding his hands:

"We, the clan leaders, may not believe it, but our clansmen cannot be without hope!"

"Deep sandy deserts, solar eclipses and green fruits, there is no hope for such days, and the people's hearts are lost..."

"So...I must believe it on the surface."

If the people lose their support, the day of destruction will come.

Qin Yuan thought of the lamentations of the dead in the sandstorm: Zhaoshen's people will never be slaves, overthrow Pang I!

"Please forgive me for being disrespectful..."

After saying that, the old man returned to bending down and holding his hands.

He is sincerely grateful to Qin Yuan!

Because she came... Han Dan was saved.

The sacrifices made from generation to generation will never receive a response, so the people's hearts will disperse sooner or later. Nothing can destroy people faster than the collapse of faith.

He doesn't care if she is really a blood disaster, he only cares that she has white hair and red clothes...

"That's all...you don't have to do this..."

Qin Yuan couldn't explain the feeling in his heart.

The fervent pursuit of the people, the self-deceptive worship of the patriarch, the savage tribe that combines the two...

No, it’s the Han Dan family, the aboriginal people of Zhaoshen, who look stupid and pathetic in these troubled times...