Longevity: Beginning from Becoming a Clan Leader

Because of the cement road, the journey to Panyu was not too far. It only took two days for Chen Nuo to arrive in Panyu County.

Here, the Panyu County garrison had been waiting early, and the county magistrate here had been replaced by Chen Xiao.

As one of Chen Nuo's first followers, although Chen Xiao was not too outstanding, years of training still made him a qualified talent.

"Patriarch."

Chen Xiao bowed his head.

Chen Nuo smiled and helped him up, "How are the county affairs going recently..."

"..."

Walked towards the county.

Arriving at the county government, he first ate some food, and after communicating with Chen Xiao about some troubles in governance here, Chen Nuo took Chen Xiang and others to the designated location.

However, at this time, Long Yuan, a subordinate of Chen Xiang, also sent news.

"Master Yuan, urgent information."

"The group of people we are following has started to flee. It seems that they have discovered some danger and are currently moving towards the wasteland."

"At present, our people are still tracking them, but the other party is moving very fast, so fast that it doesn't seem like they are walking in the mountains. Moreover, when they move, they don't stop too much. They are very skilled in running away.

It is expected that they will not be able to catch up in a day. They can only track them by leaving traces based on the smell of the poisonous insects."

Master Yuan is a name given to Chen Nuo by the people of Longyuan.

After listening to the report of this official member of Longyuan, Chen Xiang next to Chen Nuo frowned.

"Chief, did you find that we are tracking you?"

Chen Nuo touched his chin, "Let's go, catch up immediately."

No matter whether the other party has discovered them or not, the urgent thing is to catch up immediately and not let the other party run away.

"Also, have you explored the other party's previous camp and the surrounding area?"

"Our people are still searching, but there should be no gains. The other party's camp was destroyed very cleanly."

The conversation ended here, and Chen Nuo led his people to the south of Panyu County immediately.

...

And in a place in the south of Panyu County.

Ouyang and his group are moving forward under the leadership of his father Ou Yi.

Ouyang is carrying Ou Ling on his back. If you look closely, there are many delicate parts on Ouyang's back, which greatly reduces the recoil. The heels of Ouyang's boots are also thicker, and there seems to be some special design, which is more labor-saving.

The people around him also have various tools that are not available in the outside world. They are sharper than sickles and can easily chop down branches that block the road.

The exquisite white rattan armor that emits a special smell effectively blocks the bites of insects and ants around.

They are also wearing that kind of boots, walking in the mountains and forests, and they are particularly agile.

Even the old and weak have shown mobility that is no less than that of ordinary young people.

And Ou Yi, who is walking in the front, has something even more peculiar in his hands.

A blood-colored compass with eight trigrams on it and an obsidian pointer slowly rotating.

In his right hand, he holds a long sword with a faint blood glow. If you look closely, you can also see the words "Can Si" engraved on the hilt.

Ou Yi paused, watching the blood-red color below the compass suddenly turn red, his face changed, "The speed of the trickster has increased, it seems that he has caught our trace."

"Hurry up! Go directly to the mountain climbing in a while, take out all the claws!"

The group quickly took out a pair of gloves from their backpacks and quickened their pace.

Soon.

They came to a rock.

Those gloves and shoes on their feet actually stretched out short and sharp thorns.

As for the old and weak in An County, they took out a crossbow machine like a toad, sprayed out several ropes, connected and placed them, forming a simple version of a suspension bridge.

Soon they climbed over this section of the rock wall.

Their speed increased again.

As for this kind of extremely fast rush, they seemed to be accustomed to it. No one complained, no one was tired, and everything was coordinated in an orderly manner.

Soon, it was dark.

Everyone stopped and began to rest, cook, and make fire with clear division of labor.

After completing his work, Ouyang came to his father's tent.

"Dad, what level is the Gui Envoy this time?"

The old father was looking at the compass, expressionless, "Ling level, but there should be two or three people."

Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling level is only the lowest level. Although they still can't beat it, at least it's not a heavier pressure like Wu level.

The hope of escape has greatly increased. Even if they really catch up, it's only Ling level. With the help of that mysterious person, the tribe may not sacrifice too many people this time.

They really have no one left.

At this time, Ou Yi suddenly said, "After I die, remember to take the broken four swords."

?

Ouyang's expression was a little out of control, "Dad, you want to sacrifice the sword?"

Ou Yi nodded, and there was still no change on his face.

"But, but, according to the rules, it should be the elderly first, then the women, children and the wounded, the young and strong can't..."

Under Ou Yi's indifferent eyes, Ouyang couldn't say anything.

"Have you ever calculated how many old, weak, women and children are left?"

"They are not enough. As the patriarch, it's time for me to make a sacrifice."

Ou Yi said calmly.

"But you, according to the rules, Ou Ling also has to sacrifice the sword."

"..."

"..."

Father and son looked at each other.

"Forget it, you will be the clan leader in the future, you make your own decision."

"You are a genius, when you arrive in the Southern Wilderness, lead the family well, maybe there will be a day for revival."

"Now, get out."

Under his father's majestic gaze, Ouyang walked out silently.

"By the way, that mysterious man needs to be careful, don't trust others too much."

"Got it, Dad."

Watching Ouyang leave.

Ou Yi sighed, picked up the long sword in his hand, and wiped it carefully.

His eyes were blank, as if he was lost in some memories, muttering to himself.

"Ancestor, it's been eight hundred years. Is there really still hope for people?"

"Qi and blood martial arts are rampant, but it has only made a little progress in eight hundred years. It can't match the real strong among the tricksters. Moreover, those people in Xia country are in cahoots with the tricksters and are willing to be blood animals."

"The true qi martial arts was suppressed eight hundred years ago. Now it is even more lingering in Jiuzhou. It can only retreat to the southern wilderness, go to the grassland in the north, go to the ice field in the west, and go to the island in the east. They are like stray dogs. Even so, they are still fighting among themselves."

"Our clan is being hunted down. There are only these people left out of thousands of people. Can we wait any longer?"

"Can we still see the light?"

"Ancestor, I can't wait any longer."

Shh!

Blood splattered on the sword.

It was because he cut his palm in a state of distraction, but he didn't have any intention of stopping the bleeding.

The next moment, the sword in his hand was like a beast, greedily sucking the blood from the sword, and even sucking the wound to continue absorbing blood.

He endured the pain and pulled his hand back without changing his expression.

At this time, the wound on the finger had turned white, and no blood flowed through it. After a while, it recovered and became rosy again, but no blood flowed out.

"Alas."

He sighed.

He turned off the oil lamp and began to rest.

Outside.

In the mountains and forests.

A shadow of a Taoist robe flashed by.