There's something wrong with my master.

He said in a calm tone.

"Departure."

"Let's go!"

"Hurry, pack your things quickly."

"Walk faster, no one will take care of you if you fall behind!"

"Don't take these junks with you. We need to hurry on our way. Hurry!"

There were urging voices all around.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan did not look behind him.

He walked at the front of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the blue curtain that seemed very close to him but far away to the Gu tribe.

Just as the barbarian chief said before his death, the Holy Son of the Gu Tribe has always been naive.

He wanted to keep all the Gu tribe members alive and well in this harsh environment.

He wanted to be the hero who turned the tide.

He didn't want what happened during the last migration south to happen again.

The last time they moved south, he was still young and was always protected by his father.

All I remember was blood everywhere.

Broken limbs and seriously injured people were flying everywhere.

The smell of blood is very strong and disgusting, but after smelling it for a long time, you get used to it.

Until a good head fell beside him.

The head stared unwillingly, one of its ears was missing and the scar on its face was still bleeding.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan recognized this man as an uncle who was very kind to him.

As a child, he could only watch it all quietly, unable to change anything.

Now more than ten years have passed, and he has become the Holy Son of the Gu Clan and the most powerful person in the clan.

He wanted to change everything and prevent what happened that year from happening again.

……

……

"Snapped!"

The folding fan was waving gently.

The elegant young man had a gentle smile on his face.

Behind him was a crowd that stretched as far as the eye could see. They walked forward in silence despite the wind and snow.

Occasionally someone falls down.

Every time this happens, the numb eyes around me will become a little clearer.

They helped the man up and continued forward.

This went on day after day.

Because of the elderly and the weak, the crowd is bound to move slowly.

Many people just held on to their breath, being carried along by the crowd.

Hope seems to be right in front of us, but also seems not to be there.

The three people from Four Seasons Mountain were also in the crowd.

They also said nothing, just like everyone else, carrying their bags and following the footsteps of the Holy Son of the Gu Clan.

Yun Changsheng looked at the younger generation of the Lin family who was getting weaker day by day and ignored them.

He ignored it, and Lin Xi and Li Yue naturally ignored it too.

This was agreed upon before we set out.

As long as Yun Changsheng doesn't interfere, they won't interfere either.

Finally, the blue curtain was right in front of them, and Lin Xi couldn't help but remind him again.

"He still has the blood of the Yun family."

"Ah."

Yun Changsheng nodded.

The Lin family, the Yun family, or any other family, it makes no difference to him now.

He felt the fleeting joy in the hearts of the young men when they saw the curtain that stretched from sky to earth, and then shook his head.

This emotion is far from enough.

Finally, the Gu people, like the barbarians at the beginning, passed through the curtain one after another.

They walked very slowly, many days slower than the barbarians.

The battlefield here has been cleaned up, but the strong smell of blood is still lingering.

Faintly, one could still hear the shrill roars of the souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The abnormality here made the Gu people instantly alert.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan also noticed something strange here.

He sighed slightly in his heart, then squatted down and pulled out a weed from the ground.

"You still failed."

The weeds withered in his hands and drifted away in the wind.

Paid such a painful price, but got such a result.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan shook his head, stood up, facing the sunshine with a warm smile on his face.

The folding fan began to wave again.

"I'm luckier than you. I have an ancestor."

"A very strong ancestor."

He muttered to himself, pointed his folding fan forward, and gave orders.

"Keep going!"

Like the barbarians, the Gu people did not choose to set up camp around this blue curtain.

More and more people passed through this curtain.

They felt the warmth, and their numb eyes suddenly became alert.

But before they could cheer, the crowd moved forward again.

Although they didn't understand why, they had already gotten used to believing in the Holy Son of the Gu Clan.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan said, go forward.

Then they continued to move forward.

And this walk lasted until the evening.

The sun set in the sky and the temperature dropped a little.

But even so, compared to the ice and snow behind the curtain, the south after sunset still feels warm.

Someone took off his thick cotton jacket, opened his arms, and faced the night wind.

The warm wind blew across the body, and the comfortable feeling made many people smile happily.

"Mr. Yun didn't lie!"

I don't know which boy cheered.

He took off his shirt, ran around on tiptoe, and moved through the crowd.

When little girl Xing'er heard the shouting, she snorted somewhat proudly and said with a smile.

"I've already said it, Mr. Yun is such a good-looking guy, how could he lie?"

After saying that, she also stretched out her arms like the other teenagers and smiled wildly.

"Set up camp where you are!"

"..."

The young men who had just been laughing violently stopped laughing immediately.

The tent was set up again.

Compared to the happy teenagers, the older generation is a little worried.

Having already migrated south once, they knew that the test had just begun.

If the people in the South still want to drive them away, if they still have no countermeasures like last time.

Then this migration to the south is destined to be in vain.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.

The familiar sound of horse hooves rang out, and it was still the same group of people as it was more than a decade ago.

The nightmare-like sound made many Gu people clench their fists.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan seemed to have anticipated this. He looked at the many eyes that were looking at him without any panic on his face.

"This world is very unfair, because my family has a very powerful ancestor."

He said this while standing at the place where the barbarian chief died.

Behind him are his parents.

Lin Tian looked at his wife with a helpless expression.

"Aren't you asked to look after the elderly and children?"

"The elders are taking care of it. I am not needed."

"Uh...then go finish cooking the dumplings. I want to eat them later."

"You're hiding something from me."

“……”Lin Tian.

His expression became more helpless.

I've been eaten alive by this woman in my life.

"Don't try to lie to me. As soon as you stick your butt out, I know what you're going to fart!"

Yun Liuyu looked at Lin Tian's rolling eyes and nudged his stomach with his elbow.

"My Lin family has an ancestor."

"Well, I've heard you brag about it many times, so."

"so……"

"Lin Tian, ​​don't force me to fight you! Without the Holy Gu, with your mediocre Kung Fu, I don't know if you can withstand my punch."

"Then you can kill me."

The previous Saint of the Gu Clan began to give up everything.

"Oh... it hurts... why are you pinching me everywhere? Do you want to destroy me and live with your adulterer?"

"Adulterer... No, you are provoking me. I'm telling you, if you don't tell the truth, I don't mind being a widow for the rest of my life!"

Yun Liuyu exerted a little more force, as if he wanted to cut it in half.

Lin Tian:......

"I said! I said! Let go!"

"If you say so, I'll let go!"