Chai Xing took a long sip and said passionately that, like every man from Hezhe tribe, his respect for the old patriarch Tianyu was like the endless river.

Jiang Luo's heart moved and sighed: "If I have the chance, I really want to meet this master."

Chai Xing smiled and said, "The fifteenth day of next month is the three-year moon festival. All the young people in the village gather together to compete. According to regulations, the winners can go to Zifu to pay homage to the Heavenly Word and receive commendation and training.

Brother Jiang, if you really want to see his old man’s style, you should quickly take care of your health and win the championship on the moon festival.”

"I am not your tribe member, is it appropriate to participate in the monthly festival activities?" Jiang Luo hesitated.

Chai Xing patted his chest, "If you really want to participate, this matter will be included in me."

"Then please, brother," Jiang Luo hugged his fists.

Yang Junlan had already made the bed, covered her son with a quilt, and leaned out and said, "It's getting late, let's talk tomorrow. Jiang Luo has just recovered and needs a good rest."

Chai Xing stood up and said, "I understand, I'll come now."

After he went in, Jiang Luo also returned to the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep not long after.

The next day, the sky was dim.

As soon as the door opened, three figures of people jumped out of the bamboo house and flashed and floated more than ten meters away.

"Brother Jiang, please take care of Wang'er. Let's go for morning exercises."

Chai Xing's rough voice came into his eardrums, and Jiang Luo shuddered and woke up.

"Okay, don't worry, let me leave it to you at home." Jiang Luo turned over and got up. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the little guy Chai Wang spread his arms and walked towards him.

"Uncle, hug."

When Jiang Luo saw the child's innocent smiling face, he felt much better and bent down to carry him to the bamboo bed.

"Wang'er, your uncle really looks like me?"

Through yesterday's conversation, Jiang Luo already knew that Yang Junlan had a younger brother named Yang Junrui. She was a good guy loved by everyone in Jixiang Village. Unfortunately, she was not in good condition. Not long ago, she was brutally slaughtered by the enemy and had no bones left.

Chai Wang nodded and said, "It's very similar, except for hair."

"What kind of person is your uncle?" Jiang Luo asked curiously.

Chai Wang blinked, "Auntie and uncle hugged each other like parents."

Jiang Luo was speechless. This child is really a big man and knows everything.

.

However, it was unbelievable for Chai Xue to like Yang Junrui. After all, if you love someone deeply, you will always love the house and the Wuwu, and you will particularly prefer people who are similar to him.

Back then, he was willing to take risks for a strange girl who looked like Luo Churan. If Chai Xue really loved Yang Junrui, how could he be so indifferent to him?

"Wang'er, let's play rattles." Jiang Luo has no younger brothers and sisters, and his only cousin also recognized him when he grew up. Seeing that the child was really not good, he had to fool him with toys.

"Okay", Xiao Chaiwang was easy to talk, holding up the rattle and swaying around.

A big tree stands at the entrance of the village, and the canopy raised looks like a giant umbrella that provides the villagers with a large shaded open space. The impenetrable crystal green leaves are mixed with small red flowers.

This kind of tree is called Phoenix Wood, and there is one at the entrance of each village.

Dozens of strong men lined up in the open space. The man at the front stepped forward to the huge rock more than half a person tall, bowed his brown and copper back, hooked the edges of the stone with both hands, and exerted his force angrily.

"rise!"

In an instant, a huge rock weighing more than 500 kilograms rose from the ground, but a layer of fine sweat appeared on the strong man's head, which showed that this action was not easy.

The old village chief moved a rattan chair, sat upright in front of the huge rock, looked at them meticulously, with a serious expression and murmured: "These children are not strong enough, and once they leave Jixiang Village, they will be difficult to gain a foothold."

When Chai Xing heard this, he felt like he was stabbed by a poisonous needle. He felt really uncomfortable. The village chief was telling the truth. Most people in the village really did not have the ability to go out.

Soon, the strong men in front of them finished lifting the huge rock and flashed to the side waiting for the village chief's guidance.

Chai Xing held back his energy, and his spiritual power turned, suddenly lifted the huge rock, moved it up inch by inch, and lifted it upwards above his head, walking around the open space like a show of flaunting.

"good!"

"It's worthy of being the leader of the last moon festival, it's awesome!"

Cheers came one after another, Chai Xing smiled slightly, lowered the huge rock lightly, and turned around, he looked at the village chief.

The village chief nodded, and a look of admiration and stunning flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of waste, doing some pediatric games, and being complacent."

Suddenly, a cold and harsh joking sound echoed at the entrance of the village, both men, women, young and old were shocked, and they looked around in panic.

The village chief stood up, his thin shoulders trembled slightly,

Ask with caution: "Who is coming?"

"Haha, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."

The man mocked him again, but did not show up.

"Guardian, what should we do?"

The village chief stretched out his hand and signaled everyone to calm down, then said heavily: "Everyone goes back to their homes, settle the elderly and children, and then gather at the entrance of the village."

As soon as the order was issued, people rushed home quickly.

Chai Xing stepped back, grabbed his wife and sister, and couldn't wait to return home.

…………

In the room, Jiang Luo was telling a story to Chai Wang. Suddenly, the sky became dark, the bright sunlight was covered by floating clouds, and the bamboo house was shrouded in the gloomy skylight.

"Is it going to rain?" Jiang Luo muttered, looking out, a claw thicker than the mouth of the bowl and extremely sharp reached out from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual power came overwhelmed the entire bamboo house, and another claw fell on the terrace.

"Crack!"

The huge claws grabbed a few angrily, and the bamboo house began to tilt, shaking.

Jiang Luo took a breath of air conditioning and hugged Chai Wang quickly. He ran to the door like a little on his toes and like a wind.

However, one side was yellow and smooth, and its bare wings poked downwards, blocking his way.

Jiang Luo's heart trembled. When he looked closely, he saw that this was a winged dragon as big as a mountain. When he fully spread his wings, it was enough to cover the sky and the sun.

A young man in white sat on the back of the pterosaur, with a round cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He had a pretty face but a sinister look. He pressed the pterosaur's back with his left hand and held a golden compass with his right hand.

"Brush!"

Strangely, as soon as the pterosaur stopped, the compass began to rotate rapidly, and the pointer was shining with a brilliant golden light.

Chai Wang burst into tears, buried his head in Jiang Luo's arms, and shouted in ambiguous manner.

"Yingying..."

"Hahaha, the little fool can't even speak clearly, what's the point of leaving you?" The young man smiled contemptuously.

Jiang Luo frowned, and his disgust for the boy reached its peak. Even the crazy bandit who killed people without blinking may not be so harsh on the children.

The boy looked just a child, but his heart was so vicious and cold.

The pterosaur turned his face, looked at Jiang Luo with cold vertical pupils, and raised one of his wings.
Chapter completed!