Dongfang Junhao watched everyone running towards the tribe, running to their homes excitedly and eagerly, and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart. Yes, it was a sense of accomplishment.
If Dongfang Junhao hadn't gone looking for them, I don't know how long it would have been before they could return to the tribe, or even if they didn't have the chance to come back to reunite with their families.
"Huh~~ After many twists and turns, the trip to Luoxia Mountain for so long has finally come to an end."
Dongfang Junhao took a deep breath and looked at the emotions of his tribe.
"Let's go! It's time for us to go home. I don't know how my mother is doing."
Dongfang Junhao slapped the eight-armed demon ape and followed him. However, the eight-armed demon ape was huge, and every time he stepped, the ground would make a loud noise.
"Boss, is this your tribe? Why does it feel so deserted? There are so few people!"
The ginseng doll flew next to Dongfang Junhao and said.
"Yes! This is the first time I have seen the tribe like this. When I left, I could not see with my eyes. Although I knew a little with the help of my mind, how can it be compared with now? I have been away from the tribe for more than nine years and I still don't know. What happened to the tribe?"
Dongfang Junhao said with emotion.
"Oh! So that's it!"
Ginseng Doll said thoughtfully.
At this time, Dongfang Junhao saw that his father was running the fastest and had already entered the tribe, followed by the others. Their shouts had already alarmed the tribe members.
When the tribesmen came out and recognized them as the people who had gone missing while hunting in the mountains a few years ago, they felt like a pot was exploding.
After hearing the news, the old patriarch was also helped to the tribal courtyard. However, as the old patriarch got older and older over the years, coupled with the feeling of guilt, the old man's body was already overwhelmed. ,fall sick.
When everyone in the tribe saw Dongfang Junhao arriving with the eight-armed demon ape, they were all stunned and some even hid in their own homes and did not dare to come out.
Until Murong Xue suddenly shouted in the crowd, breaking the brief tranquility of the entire scene.
"Feiying, is that you? Are you back?"
Murong Xue squeezed out of the crowd and ran to Dongfang Feiying, with a pale and pretty face full of tears.
"Xue'er, it's me, I'm back. Are you okay? I'm sorry! I've made you worry for so long, and you feel haggard."
Dongfang Feiying stroked Murong Xue's pretty face and gently wiped away her tears, feeling sore in her heart.
"Wuwu~~ You are finally back. I thought I would never see you again, wuwu~~"
Murong Xue felt sad after hearing what Dongfang Feiying said. She immediately threw herself into Dongfang Feiying's arms and cried loudly. The grievances she had held in for many years were like a torrent of rivers bursting out of control. At that time, Murong Xue could no longer care about anything else.
When Dongfang Junhao in the distance saw this scene, his eyes were red and he was about to cry.
At this moment, other tribesmen also fell into the joy and pain of reunion. The joy was the joy of reunion, and the pain was the pain of longing for each other after a long separation.
However, in this short period of time, people ignored the huge guy like the Eight-armed Demon Ape.
After a while, the old patriarch said feebly: "Ahem, cough, cough! Just come back. Thank God, coming back alive is better than anything else."
"Chief, are you sick? Come inside, it's cold outside."
"Yes, Patriarch, you must take care of yourself!"
"Alas! Ever since the clan leader heard that you were eaten by a big tiger, your health has been getting worse day by day. I didn't expect that you are still alive. God bless you!"
…
At this time, the tribesmen said one after another.
"Feiying, our little Junhao may have gone to find you nine years ago. He has disappeared and hasn't come back yet. Wuwu..."
Thinking of Dongfang Junhao, Murong Xue burst into tears again.
When everyone in the tribe heard about Dongfang Junhao, they all lowered their heads. A blind child dared to go to Luoxia Mountain, but normal people like them were worse than a child with eye disease.
"No, Xue'er, he is not missing. Look who that person is."
Dongfang Feiying gently pushed Murong Xue away, wiped away her tears, and said softly.
At this time, not only Murong Xue, but also the tribesmen next to him heard this and once again turned their attention to the young man sitting on the shoulders of the eight-armed demon ape.
Needless to say, Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Qingmu all knew who that person was, but the other tribesmen didn't know and all looked at him strangely.
Dongfang Junhao in the distance saw all the tribesmen looking at him, so he couldn't help but jump down from the eight-armed demon ape. He explained a few words to the ginseng doll, and then walked slowly towards Murong...
"Mother"
Dongfang Junhao came to Murong Xue and shouted under the gaze of all the tribesmen.
"What? Are you...are you Xiao Junhao?"
When Murong Xue heard the word "Mother", her heart trembled and she asked in disbelief.
"Mother, I am Xiao Junhao! Do I look very different from when I was a child? Mother doesn't even recognize me anymore."
Dongfang Junhao blinked his bright eyes and said with some mischief.
"Sister-in-law, yes, you have a good son, he is Xiao Junhao. If it weren't for Xiao Junhao, we wouldn't be able to come back."
At this time, Dongfang Yu testified, and several other people nodded along with deep feelings.
Although Murong Xue couldn't believe it, as a mother's intuition about her own flesh and blood, she knew that the handsome young man in front of her was her son who had been missing for many years, not to mention Dongfang Feiying's identification.
Murong Xue hugged Dongfang Junhao and said with sobs: "My child, where have you been over the years? Do you know how much my mother misses you and worries about you?"
"Mom, why don't I come back now! It's okay, everything is over, and I also got dad back."
Dongfang Junhao said lightly in order not to worry Murong Xue.
"Child, your eyes are healed? Can you see?"
Murong Xue asked in surprise.
"Yes, mother, my eyes have healed and I can finally look like a normal person."
Dongfang Junhao said to Murong Xue with a smile.
"Okay! That's great."
Murong Xue hugged Dongfang Junhao and smiled excitedly and happily...
"My child, what have you encountered in the past few years? What happened? You can actually recover from a congenital eye disease. You must have a wonderful opportunity!"
The old patriarch also heard Dongfang Junhao's conversation, walked over tremblingly, and asked.
"Grandpa Patriarch, are you okay?"
Dongfang Junhao asked with concern when he saw that the old patriarch seemed to be in poor health.
"Ahem! It's nothing. I have old bones and can't die. My child, can you tell me how you got here in the past few years when you were alone in the mountains at a young age?"
The old patriarch was indeed seriously ill. Every time he spoke a word, he had to take several breaths to rest, which seemed very laborious.
Dongfang Junhao saw this and felt very uncomfortable, so he took the old patriarch to his home, lit a charcoal fire, and started chatting slowly and warmly.
"My child, what did you say? Did you meet the ancestor of my clan? Are you telling the truth?"
The old patriarch stood up suddenly, leaning on a dead wood cane, and looked at Dongfang Junhao with excitement, his thin and old face trembling.
Dongfang Junhao told everything to the old patriarch, Dongfang Feiying, and Murong Xue.
Ever since Dongfang Junhao could remember, apart from his parents, only the old patriarch was the best to him. Therefore, for Dongfang Junhao, there was no need to hide anything from the old patriarch.
"Yes, Grandpa Patriarch, I know this matter is not trivial to the tribe, so why would I talk nonsense?"
Dongfang Junhao said.
"My child, grandpa has watched you grow up and knows that you are kind-hearted. Grandpa has no intention of doubting you, but as you said, this matter is of great importance!"
The old patriarch said with a serious face.
Dongfang Feiying and Murong Xue also looked at Dongfang Junhao with great solemnity. Although Dongfang Junhao is no longer what he used to be, in the eyes of the couple, he is still the little Junhao he used to be.
"Grandpa Patriarch, our tribe has had several cultivating ancestors. Did anything happen to the tribe before?"
Dongfang Junhao asked.
"Alas! The experience of the tribe is indeed difficult to describe in words. Come with me!"
The old patriarch sighed, and as he spoke, he walked out tremblingly, leaning on a dead wood cane.
Dongfang Junhao's family of three looked at each other and followed them out...
Not long after, the three of them followed the old patriarch to the tribe's ancestral home.
The four of them entered the ancestral house and first bowed to the ancestor's tablet according to clan rules. Then the old clan leader picked up the ancient tribal genealogy in front of the tablet.
"A long time ago, our Eastern tribe was the most prosperous tribe in the Donghua Dragon Territory."
The old patriarch blew gently to catch the slight dust on the music, and then said.
"Our tribe has gone through a lot in its development, but a lot of things recorded in the tribe's genealogy are missing, and only a few have survived."
The old patriarch carefully looked through the genealogy and began to tell the story. The three members of Dongfang Junhao's family listened attentively and quietly.
"Our tribe has only one cultivating ancestor, and it has great prestige in the entire Donghua Dragon Territory. Even in the cultivation world at that time, it was famous far and wide. At that time, people in the cultivation world were called He TVXQ”
Speaking of this, the old patriarch's old face was full of pride.
"Child, do you still remember the story grandpa told you that day?"
The old patriarch looked at Dongfang Junhao with a smile and asked.
"Yes! Remember, Grandpa Patriarch, is the person you mentioned fighting against the immortal the ancestor?"
Dongfang Junhao nodded and asked.
"Yes, that's him, the Eastern Divine Martial Ancestor of our tribe. The cultivation world calls him TVXQ."
The old patriarch looked at the tablets on the wooden table with eager eyes and said.
"Grandpa Patriarch, could it be that the person I met was Taizu Shenwu? But he has been sleeping for a long time."
Dongfang Junhao said doubtfully.
"Other than Taizu, who else can live for such a long time? Our tribe has a long history. It must be his old man who saved you. This is really God's will!"
The old patriarch sighed.
"Chief, what happened to our tribe? Even we don't know."
At this time, Dongfang Feiying also asked.
"Yes, Grandpa Patriarch, who is going to deal with our tribe?"
This question has troubled Dongfang Junhao for a long time. The scene in the underground secret room that day appeared in his mind again. He has always wanted to know who is harming their clan.
"Regarding this issue, it's a pity that after so many years of research, I haven't found anything at all, but one thing is certain..."
The old patriarch blushed when he heard this, and felt a little ashamed when faced with Dongfang Junhao's question.
"What is it?"
Dongfang Junhao, Dongfang Feiying and Murong Xue asked in unison.
"Ahem! Back then, Taizu was besieged by many masters in the world of cultivation and fell. This must be related to a certain force in the world of cultivation."
The old patriarch suddenly coughed, and his complexion was a little worse than before. It seemed that talking for so long had a great impact on his body.
"Clan leader, are you okay?"
"Grandpa Patriarch, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing this, the three people quickly asked with concern.
"Ahem! It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you don't have to worry. I also practiced some cultivation techniques in my early years, and I'm still not dead, haha!"
The old patriarch said calmly.
When the three of them heard this, they all looked at the old patriarch in surprise. None of them expected that the old patriarch had also practiced cultivation. This old patriarch was hidden deep enough!
"Child, if you have a chance, go to the Dugu tribe and ask your Grandpa Dugu. Perhaps, from him, you will get some useful information for you."
The old patriarch said to Dongfang Junhao.
"Well! I know Grandpa Patriarch. By the way, Grandpa Patriarch, don't our tribe have any cultivation techniques passed down?"
Dongfang Junhao nodded and then asked.
"It seems that the tribe had martial arts skills a long time ago, but then with the death of Taizu, the tribe also suffered a fatal blow. During the long period of migration, they were all lost. Alas!"
The old patriarch sighed sadly.
Dongfang Junhao was speechless for a while after hearing this. He couldn't help but secretly decide that he must bring the tribe back to its peak and revive the tribe.
"Father, mother, grandpa, the patriarch, I have decided to go to the world of cultivation to practice in the next two days."
Dongfang Junhao said suddenly.
"What? Are you going to practice in the world of cultivation?"
Dongfang Feiying, Murong Xue, and the old patriarch all looked at Dongfang Junhao in surprise...
