Chapter 812 Pilgrimage
"Why didn't you bring him back? Didn't you tell him about the disadvantages of living in the Phoenix Clan?"
"What? He wants to follow mother???" The elders of the Dragon Clan were both happy and angry.
The good news is that the Dragon Lord, who had been awaited for thousands of years, was finally born.
What’s infuriating is that the Dragon Lord doesn’t want to go home! !
"It's not good for him to live in Fengwu Mountain. Can you explain the seriousness of it? Now that he has received the inheritance, he should feel a sense of belonging to our dragon clan."
"The same goes for the Phoenix Emperor. Her Phoenix Clan now has the Phoenix Lord. Does she still want to occupy the Dragon Lord?"
"The dragon has always been above and the phoenix has always been below. The Phoenix clan's behavior really doesn't give face to the Dragon clan!" The elders of the clan have always been arrogant and furious. They have been unable to sleep at night in the past few days since Zhu Mo took his men away from the Dragon Palace.
The clam spirit sat on the clam shell and smiled with her lips curled. "You are so funny. What do you mean by usurping? This is someone else's biological son. He was born to be hers."
"Just because the child is a dragon, it doesn't mean he belongs to your Dragon Palace, right?"
"If you have the ability, give birth to one yourself." The clam spirit really hates the look of the dragon clan.
The dragon clan members were so angry that they blew their beards and glared at each other: "What nonsense are you talking about, little clam spirit? If you say anything more, we will drive you out of the Dragon Palace!"
The clam spirit curled its lips and kicked the brocade bag around.
However, everyone in the dragon clan understood in their hearts that if the Dragon Lord was born somewhere else, they would just bring him back.
But when she was born in the Phoenix Emperor's womb, the Dragon Clan happened to be enemies with the Phoenix Clan.
"Oh, what an injustice..." The Dragon King was so worried that his head ached. The baby he had been waiting for thousands of years was finally born, but he couldn't see or touch it. This was more painful than having no baby at all.
"I don't know which tribe member the Phoenix Emperor had with whom he conceived his offspring. Let's investigate and see if we can find the biological father."
Everyone in the Dragon Palace looked worried. Zhu Mo turned around and left without saying much to them.
The clam spirit used the brocade bag as a Cuju, kicking it back and forth, until it hit Zhu Mo's chest and slowly let it fall.
Zhu Mo frowned as he took the brocade bag. The pattern looked familiar. It was already in tatters, with only a corner of the inside faintly visible.
Zhu Mo raised his hand and threw it to the clam spirit.
He wandered around, not knowing how long it had been. Only after the inquiring gaze behind him left did he go back to the human world.
When he stepped on the land of the world again, Zhu Mo was stunned for a moment.
He is different from Zhuifeng.
Zhuifeng grew up with Lu Chaochao. He was her playmate, friend, and best friend who was willing to submit to her.
And he was forcibly tied up by Lu Chaochao using magic.
When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.
He thought he would be very happy when he regained his freedom after Lu Chaochao's death. But there was no joy in my heart, and I even felt so heavy that I could hardly breathe.
It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on me, heavy and painful.
White lanterns were hung everywhere in the capital, and there were unburned paper money at the door of every household.
He walked towards the Lu family. There was a white banner hanging at the door and the doorman was still wearing mourning clothes.
"Are you here to kowtow too?" Many dusty strangers were standing at the door.
"Hey, I have to kowtow to the Little Sword Master after all."
"It took us half a month to get here, no matter how hard we tried." The old woman took out the white flour buns she was reluctant to eat from her arms.
"This is the new grain of this year. I want to let Little Sword Master have a taste of it. I brought it from my hometown specially and borrowed a stove on the street to steam the buns. Our family is poor and we don't have anything good. I'm sorry, Little Sword Master." The old woman stacked the buns neatly on the altar, which was filled with all kinds of candies.
"He's still a child." The old man couldn't help choking up as he spoke.
Zhu Mo worshipped with everyone else. Looking at the food on the table, he felt a surge of pain in his heart.
"I have lived enough. It would be great if you could exchange me for the Little Sword Master." The old lady looked at the candies on the table and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"I heard that people are born with luck. If God has a spirit, please share my luck with Little Sword Master." The old lady bowed respectfully, her pious heart reaching the heaven.
"I have already set up a tablet for Little Sword Master at home, so that future generations can burn incense and offer sacrifices to her every day."
"I heard that there is a mountain in the far east."
"It's called Kunlun Mountain. It's said to be the place where the Creator was born."
"I plan to go to the sacred mountain once every three steps..."
"I prayed to the Buddha thousands of times, hoping that the little sword master could return to the human world. The gods do not recognize her as a god, but in my heart, she is the most compassionate god." The old lady is in good health and seems to be good at taking care of farm work at home.
After she finished speaking, she took three steps toward the east devoutly, then prostrated herself on the ground and worshiped deeply.
The old lady had silver hair on her temples and was carrying a simple package on her back. She walked step by step towards the god in her heart.
Zhu Mo was shocked. Sacred mountain?
The sacred mountain is tens of millions of miles away from here, it is so far away.
"You are old, and I'm sure the Little Sword Master doesn't want you to work so hard. Besides, the sacred mountain is far away, and at your age..." Zhu Mo couldn't help but speak.
The old lady looked calm, "Little Sword Master sacrificed herself for the world without hesitation. What's wrong with me dying on the way to pray for her?"
"Whether the rumor is true or not, we should always give it a try."
After hearing this, many people showed a thoughtful expression.
Zhu Mo looked at her crawling on the ground, feeling extremely sad. He just looked at the Lu family from outside and did not go in.
Go straight to Awu's grave.
Mrs. Ning, the Elf King, was taking care of her daughter by the bed. When she saw Xu Shiyun's white hair, she burst into tears out of heartache.
"Mom, my Chao Chao... is gone." Xu Shiyun lay quietly on the bed, feeling hopeless.
How painful it must be for her.
Mrs. Ning didn't know how to comfort her daughter, she just hugged her daughter and cried silently.
Shanshan came in woodenly carrying a bowl of soup: "Mom, eat." She asked me to take good care of her mother, and so I did.
No one knew when two powerful subordinates appeared behind Shanshan.
At this moment he was standing at the door, waiting respectfully.
"Child, you mean well. Drink something quickly. I know you feel sad, but Shanshan is only a few years old. You should always think about him." Ning knew it very well. When she had just given birth to a daughter, her daughter was left wandering outside and her life or death was unknown.
These years, her life has been more painful than death.
Fortunately, Yunniang was found and mother and daughter were reunited, making up for the regret.
Xu Shiyun was also startled for a moment when she saw Shanshan’s expressionless face. She immediately forced herself to lean against the bed and gave Shanshan a pale smile: "Thank you, Shanshan, I'll let the maid come." Seeing that Shanshan's little hands were burned red, she had to force it down even if she couldn't drink it anymore.
Her mouth was bitter and she had no taste for food. She drank a bowl of soup in three attempts.
Shanshan took the bowl with both hands and went out. In just a few days, the little guy seemed like a different person.
Ning pinned the white hair to her ear and said, "Yunniang, Shanshan is only a few years old, she cannot live without her mother. He saw his sister with his own eyes...it has caused indelible damage in his heart. If you can't hold on any longer, what will Shanshan do?"
"Your sons have all grown up, but Shanshan is only a few years old." This is also what Rong Che is most worried about.
Yunniang was startled and lowered her head, not daring to look at her mother.
The hands holding the quilt turned slightly white.
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