Ye Wudao said hurriedly: "They are the people we have been looking for, members of the Northern Expeditionary Army, the founding heroes of the Northern Xinjiang Army, seniors Song Dadao and Fang Hongbin!"
The Kunlun War Gods and others became obviously excited and quickly bowed to the two of them.
"Kunlun War God, who belongs to Northern Xinjiang, has met the old senior!"
"Bei Xinjiang's Shalang, I have met two seniors."
"Northern Xinjiang belongs to Wuming, and I have seen the old seniors."
"..."
Song Dadao and Fang Hongbin looked at the group of people with relief: "It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each wave is stronger than the other."
"You guys today are no less generous than we are now. It's good, it's good. It's God's blessing to have you in Northern Xinjiang."
After chatting for a while, Ye Wudao saw that Song Dadao and Fang Hongbin were a little weak, so he used Thirteen Tianluo Needles to give them simple acupuncture.
After acupuncture, both of them looked much better.
Ye Wudao said: "Let's go, let's talk while walking!"
Ye Wudao took them towards the Miao Village.
The Yin Division altar was destroyed, and Ye Wudao was leaving the Miao village.
Before leaving, Ye Wudao prepared to pass on the Baimiao progenitor to Ruxue.
He is not an authentic Miao villager, so it is not convenient for him to control the white Miao ancestors.
On the way, Ye Wudao said: "Mr. Song, what are your plans next?"
Song Daodao said: "I was born as a native of Northern Xinjiang, and died as a ghost from Northern Xinjiang. I will serve Northern Xinjiang as long as I live, and I hope that the young master can fulfill his wishes."
Ye Wudao nodded: "Mr. Song has such awareness and is a role model for our generation."
"By the way, Mr. Song, you still have a daughter in this world, do you still remember her?"
Song Da Dao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Ye Wudao emotionally: "Really, young master? Have you met Qian Qian?"
"How is Qianqian doing now? I...I can't help her."
"She was so young back then, how could I leave without saying goodbye? I...I didn't have the face to see her."
This tough guy couldn't help but shed a few tears when he mentioned his daughter.
Ye Wudao said quickly: "Senior, don't worry. Not only does Qianqian not blame you, but she has been looking for you all these years."
"It was also through Qianqian that I initially found out about you and rescued you from the prison."
Song Dada wiped his tears: "Okay, okay. Young Master, I want to see Qianqian."
Ye Wudao nodded: "Yes. Senior, I understand your intention to serve Beijiang."
"I think you owe Qianqian so much, and you should spend more time with her in your old age. How about you stay in the world and spend your old age peacefully?"
Song Daodao became excited: "No, no, young master, you absolutely cannot."
"My life was given by my master, and my roots are in Northern Xinjiang. It would be more painful for me to leave Northern Xinjiang than for me to die!"
All right!
Ye Wudao could completely understand Song Dada's mood at this moment.
Because of empathy, if Ye Wudao were to leave now, he would rather die.
Afterwards, Ye Wudao looked at Fang Hongbin and hesitated several times.
Fang Hongbin's son Fang Tianlai is dead, and he still has a certain relationship with him.
If Fang Hongbin knew, he would definitely be heartbroken.
He didn't know whether he should tell him or not.
Fang Hongbin noticed Ye Wudao's strangeness and said, "Young Master, do you have anything to say to me?"
Ye Wudao nodded: "Senior, what happens next may hit you, so you'd better be mentally prepared."
Fang Hongbin nodded solemnly: "Well, young master, just tell me, I haven't seen any big storms or waves in so many years, and there is really nothing that I can't bear."
Ye Wudao said: "Senior Fang, do you know that you have a son, Fang Tianlai?"
Fang Hongbin nodded.
Ye Wudao said: "Your son Fang Tianlai... passed away. It's all my fault that I failed to protect him..."