After the cannon fodder junior sister went crazy, the entire sect begged to be let go

Due to the change in stance, Yan Li gradually became like the other clan leaders, fighting openly and secretly.

Wen Dao circulated among the four major clans while taking care of other small clans in an attempt to maintain the stability of the demon world.

"You Zhu people are well prepared, aren't you? Don't make people panic anymore. It was fine, but you also caused some trouble."

"The situation in the two worlds is changing now, and people's hearts are not as old as before. If you want to preserve the Zhu clan, how can you not prepare in advance?"

Yan Li said seriously.

"Okay, okay."

"Then the Holy Son has nothing to entrust?"

"You want to trick me again? I asked you to have less conflicts, will you listen?"

"You really can't find out a word of what you don't want to say."

"Okay, okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go out and see me if you need anything."

When he heard the news, he had to ask Yan Li to go first.

"Where is the Holy Son going? Why don't I send a few disciples from the Zhu clan to accompany me? I have a few clever disciples there, and you usually have someone who can handle them. Otherwise, it will be inconvenient to be alone all the time. "

Yan Li seemed concerned about Wen Dao.

"Thank you for your kindness, Chief. If I am a member of your Zhu clan, the other three clans will definitely send their own disciples to 'help' me. Then you will really know every move I make."

"Haha, Holy Son, you are thinking too much, our Zhu Clan cares about you!"

"Thank you for your concern, patriarch! No need for now."

With that said, Wen Dao invited Yan Li out of the room, and Yan Li left Wen Dao's courtyard with a burst of red fireworks.

As soon as Yan Li left, only Wen Dao and Hua Ci were left in the room.

I thought Wen Dao said he wanted to go out as an excuse to drive Yan Li away, but he didn't expect Wen Dao waved his hand and really wanted to go out.

"Where?"

"Go to the Qing tribe and see that old man Linnong."

After saying that, after hearing the Tao and reciting the incantation, the two of them arrived at the gate of a courtyard.

The courtyard door is completely green. When you hear the traffic and the familiar road, you push the door and enter.

"Little worm, you're here!"

No one was seen, but an old man's voice came from the bamboo house.

When Wen Dao heard the name "little larvae", his face changed color instantly.

"Chief of the Qing clan, I'm here with my friends."

When Hua Ci heard this title from the side, she almost couldn't help but laugh. It would be interesting if Nan Xing was here.

Wen Dao specifically emphasized that bringing friends is not just a matter of coming alone.

The people in the bamboo house seemed to pause for a moment, and then an old man opened the door and came out.

"It turns out that the Holy Son has arrived."

The old man was dressed in blue coarse linen clothes and had white hair and beard, but he looked very energetic.

As soon as he went out, although he said Wen Dao, he looked around Wen Dao. After seeing Hua Ci, he continued to look at Wen Dao.

"Holy Son, please come in and sit down."

As if to make up for the "little worm" just now, the old man Linnong called out the Holy Son with extra force.

Hearing this, he felt a little satisfied, as if he was not the one who called "cercaria" just now, and strode into the bamboo house.

"What's the matter with you today?"

As soon as Wen Dao took a sip of tea, he almost spit out the hot tea when the old man Linnong of the Qing tribe called him "Chub".

After calling twice in a row, anyone can guess that the "cercaria" is calling him.

After hearing this, he stopped pretending, put down his teacup, and looked at Linong with a blushing face.

"How many times have I told you not to call me by your pet names, especially when others are around."

"Oh, I'm used to this! It just reminds you of the happy time in the Qing Clan. Don't forget our Qing Clan."

Old man Linnong smiled as if nothing had happened. Looking at Wen Dao, his face turned red as if nothing had happened. "You've been calling me for three thousand years, but I can't forget that I'm from the Qing tribe."

Wen Dao said and poured a cup of tea for old Linnong.

"Oh, my, how friendly I am to see you! You are not only the treasure of the demon world, but also the treasure of our Qing tribe!"

Lin Nong also poured Wen Dao a cup of tea.

"I know, I'm from the Qing Clan, and those other clans are always holding on to me, but you still talk about it every day."

Wen Dao handed the tea to Hua Ci. After listening to what the two said, Hua Ci had nothing to say and could only drink tea and listen to the matter.

"If you have a relationship with the Qing clan, just tell it openly! Otherwise, they will think that our relationship is so good in private!"

Linnong drank tea, and his yin and yang were strange.

Seeing Linnong's expression change, Wen Dao was very experienced in handling this matter. After all, over the thousands of years, he had seen several clan leaders' various expressions and attitudes, and Wen Dao had also seen them change ten different attitudes in an instant.

"How are the Qing people doing recently? I was very worried about the Qing people when I went out."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Holy Son. Everything is normal except for being bullied by other tribes."

"Why are there still people bullying the Qing tribe? Tell me and I will negotiate."

"You don't need to bother the Holy Son with these little things. Did you just say it? How about it?"

Linnong's face became curious.

"It's okay, it's taken care of."

Wen Dao’s answer was not informative.

"You kid, don't beat around the bush with me. How is the snowfield in the North?"

"Do you also know about the snowfields of the North? I thought you were really deaf to what's going on outside the window."

"That's nonsense. I'm still the leader of the Qing Clan, and I'm not the same old guy from the Zhu Clan. I just shouldered the burden so early and went away alone."

"Oh, little worm, if you hadn't been the Holy Son, I would have made you the leader of the Qing Clan, so that you would be like Yan Li of the Xuan Clan, devoted to your own clan,"

"Little worm, I think from the bottom of my heart that you are the future leader of the Qing clan. It is your responsibility to shoulder the future burden of the Qing clan. You should think more about the Qing clan!"

Linnong talked and asked Wen Dao to consider the interests of the Qing clan more.

After hearing it a lot, he got used to it. He spread his hands and looked at Linong:

"Let's get down to business. Do you know the exercises of other tribes? For example, those of the Bai tribe."

After hearing what Dao said, Linong became more serious, thought for a moment, and replied:

"Although the attributes of each clan's skills are different, with the transformation of the five elements, my Qing clan's water and wood growth skills can also use some of the skills of other clans."

"Sure enough."

Hearing this, he nodded.

"What's wrong? If you find anything, tell me and I will give you some advice."

Linnong asked curiously.

"The person who caused trouble in the snowy plains of the North used the skills of the Bai tribe."

After hearing the news, follow Lin Nong seriously.

After hearing this, Linnong used a wave of killing demonic energy with one palm, which was a common metal-based technique among the Bai people.

"That's it."

Wen Dao looked at the familiar demonic energy and nodded.

"Is that... the old guy Xi Xiao from the Bai tribe? Or is someone else trying to impersonate that old guy? Or is that old guy deliberately using his own skills to frame him?"

Linnong guessed.

This is something that Wen Dao cannot yet confirm, but in any case, some people from several tribes have already taken action, which is beyond doubt.

"Have you discovered anything else? We, the Qing Clan, are too honest. They have all started thinking about the snowfields in the North. We, the Qing Clan, don't have such a big appetite."

"The Qing tribe is not less prepared, right?"

Hearing the news, he chuckled. He didn't even need to ask. The preparations of several tribes for thousands of years have never stopped. (End of chapter)