There's something wrong with my master.

Seeing this, Zikong finally relaxed completely.

He whispered to the people below.

"withdraw troops."

Although I don’t understand what happened, the orders of the Seven Swords Sect are above all else.

The cavalry that was about to charge towards the Gu tribe’s base turned around and withdrew without any hesitation.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan also flew down from the sky.

He found his parents as soon as possible, and seeing that the couple were fine, he agreed with Lin Tian's words for the first time.

The Lin family does have a very awesome ancestor.

After he had descendants, he continued to brag about it every day.

After confirming that Lin Tian and his wife were fine, he flew high into the sky again, then mobilized the spiritual power around him and spoke loudly.

"ended."

The sound echoed for a long time and spread in all directions.

The crowd was silent for a moment, as if they were afraid that they had heard wrongly.

After confirming again and again and asking the people around them, the crowd suddenly burst into warm cheers.

Some people had tears in their eyes.

Someone knelt on the ground with his arms outstretched.

Cheers shook the sky, young people ran around, and the young and strong felt that everything was unreal, like a dream.

The elderly people who had experienced the last migration to the south trembled their hands, thinking it was just a dream.

But there is one person who seems out of tune with everyone.

He took off his thick cotton jacket and put on a moon-white robe.

Pushing through the crowd, he squatted down and dug the soil on the ground with both hands.

Finally, he found what he was looking for.

This is a book, stained with dried blood.

What is recorded above is the scenery of the south, which is the story he once told.

He turned the pages of the story one by one, and at the end of the story, he saw this sentence.

"The scenery in the South is very beautiful, just like the story you told me. Thank you, Mr. South, whom I have never met before."

The person who wrote this book was not a young man from the Gu tribe, but a barbarian.

In a trance, Yun Changsheng seemed to see a barbarian boy who hung out with the Gu tribe all day long, asking about stories about the south.

He had a longing for the South, and he spread these stories to the barbarian tribes.

Therefore, the barbarian boys who had never felt warmth began to yearn for this land.

They trudged through the wind and snow with difficulty, some became members of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and some finally saw the South in the story.

It is indeed warm in the south.

However, people in the South did not welcome them.

Blood began to flow. They wanted to stay here and they would never retreat.

They are all dead.

However, all the people of the Gu tribe are alive.

why?

Why!

Chapter 377 I don't know why

It was the same icy and snowy land.

Listening to the same story.

They migrated south at almost the same time.

However, all the Gu people survived, but the barbarians died.

No one can answer why this is the case. We can't say that the barbarians are just lacking a great ancestor, right?

The dead barbarians would probably not accept this answer because it was too unfair.

But this may be the final answer to the question.

Yun Changsheng heard these questions and did not answer.

He rubbed the rough cover of the book with his knuckles and closed his eyes.

The dried blood on the book turned red, and his consciousness was suddenly pulled far away.

When he came to his senses again, everything in front of his eyes was blurry.

Yun Changsheng tried hard to open his eyes and finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

He was sitting on a stool with a book in his hands.

Next to him was a mud house.

A group of young people gathered around him.

They were not the young men of the Gu tribe, but the young men of the barbarian tribe.

"Manqiu, please continue talking."

"Manqiu, you are not making this up, are you? Is the South really that good?"

Yun Changsheng heard the questions from these barbarian teenagers and glanced at the contents of the book.

What I am going to tell now is his story with Lin Duoduo.

It was very dull, without any ups and downs, and seemed somewhat out of place compared to the barbarian tribe that was full of crisis at the moment.

Yun Changsheng ignored the questions. After taking a look at the contents of the book, he continued speaking in a calm tone.

"She was a very gentle girl, like the gentle breeze blowing in spring..."

"She can be very stubborn sometimes, just like the rain outside the window, falling down stubbornly."

"Rain? What does rain look like?"

someone asked.

It only snows here, and sometimes hail.

They had never seen simple drops of water splashing and falling.

"The spring rain is very fine, like silk threads, and it feels soft when it falls on your body."

"The summer rain crackles with thunder, and it hurts a little when it hits your body."

"But in the hot summer, the cool feeling of a rainy day will make people feel very comfortable."

"It's just that after the rain, there will be a lot of mosquitoes and bugs, and those bugs are very annoying."

"Well, that's what the book says. To know the details, you have to go to the south."

Yun Changsheng closed the book and ended the story.

As the story ended, a buzz of discussion broke out among the crowd.

"mosquito?"

"It should be similar to those damn poisonous insects next door, right?"

“Those bugs are really annoying.”

"Manqiu, I want to marry a southern girl in the future, the kind as gentle as the one in your story."

"You've already arranged a marriage, and you still want to marry a southern girl. Aren't you afraid that your husband will hear it?"

"Tsk, am I afraid of her?"

"Pfft."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Jeers rang out from the crowd.

The young man who had just said he wanted to marry a southern girl blushed and looked dissatisfied.

"What's wrong, don't you believe it?"

"Manwu, your guy is here."

"What, where!?"

The young man who had just been questioning had a trace of panic in his eyes. He searched the crowd and retreated as he looked.

"Well, Fatty, if I marry a girl from the South, I can still marry you."

"See you later, everyone."

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter in the crowd became louder.

After laughing, the discussion continued.

"It is said that the mother of the Gu Tribe Saint came from the south."

"Ok?"

"Manqiu, you are a liar. The mother of the Gu Tribe Saint is said to be very vicious."

"It's normal for people to have some differences, just like when my mother hit me, she only used slaps."

"And your mother always used a stick to beat you."

"..."

It makes so much sense, I can't refute it.

"If you want to know what Southern girls are like, just marry one and you'll know."

"Makes sense."

"Yes, yes, yes, then we'll each marry one!"

"I said it first. I'll marry first."

"Tsk, no one is competing with you for it."

The young men made such an agreement, and the scenery of the south spread throughout the barbarian tribe along with these young men.

Most of the older generation just smiled, with some longing in their eyes.

They had seen the scenery in the stories before, until the cold polar current came and covered all the scenery with white frost.

Hearing such a story again made them feel a little emotional.

A young boy named Manqiu would go out every day, and when he came back, he would fill in the blank paper with content.

When the book was finished, someone said it was time to set off.

He closed the book.

I tidied up briefly and looked at the clouds in the sky, wondering if the clouds in the south would be softer than the clouds here.

He didn't know the answer, but wanted to find out.

The road to the south was very cold, and without the mud houses to block the cold wind, more and more people suffered frostbite and died.

Eventually, there was no more food.

The clan leader grandfather, with very white hair and holding a black flag, gathered many people and started to discuss.

These people are all elderly people.

Some of them are not actually that old, but their faces look a little old due to being tortured by life.