Mo Zhe looked at Patriarch Mo with a fierce look on his face.
Mo Zhe said: "Both the Great Zhou Dynasty and Marquis Anyi have given up being slaves, but you still want to stick to that agreement. The situation today is no longer what it was back then. You will kill the entire Haixi tribe if you insist on doing so."
"Without Marquis Anyi, the Haixi tribe would have been gone long ago," Patriarch Mo said calmly, "You would not have been born, and you would not have stood here questioning these things."
Mo Zhe clasped his hands tightly: "Father, this moment and that moment."
Patriarch Mo's eyes were clear: "People will ask for help from others when they are in danger. Once they have a choice, they will weigh the interests. Back then, Marquis An Yi could have turned around and left Nuergan. If it hadn't been for what Nuer did, maybe
Then he will not be deprived of his military power."
Mo Zhe took a few steps forward with great momentum: "Marquis An Yi also lied to you. He said that the Great Zhou Dynasty would treat slaves and tribes well. What happened? What do our slaves do? They enjoy the wealth and glory, and we...
…”
"The human heart is not as good as a snake swallowing an elephant," Patriarch Mo said coldly, "It turns out it was greed that killed you. The slave's performance was not as good as we thought. No one could have expected this, but there are also many people in the clan.
Changes have occurred. We have our own land and livestock, and the number of people in our tribe has gradually increased. What’s wrong with walking through it step by step? How much price will we have to pay if we have to get that wealth?
Betray your tribe, sacrifice your siblings, frame your father, but in the end it will all be in vain."
Mo Zhe finally couldn't help but reach out to hold the dagger at his waist.
Patriarch Mo said sadly: "You are unwilling to look back."
"I don't have anything. The clan leader belongs to my elder brother. Everything about the clan has nothing to do with me. When have you ever thought about me? I am doing this for the benefit of the clan. Give me the things and I will leave with you," Mo Zhe said.
Cold sweat covered his forehead, "I don't want to listen to your preaching anymore, I have my own choice.
If you insist on doing this, just wait for the Beishan tribe to come to seek revenge, and wait for the Tatar army to destroy this place."
Patriarch Mo sighed: "In addition to being greedy for money, my son is also afraid of death. If I forgive you again, how will I explain it to my clan members?"
Alarm bells rang in Mo Zhe's heart. He drew out his dagger and looked around cautiously: "What do you mean by this?"
"Still not taking action?" Patriarch Mo shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, screams suddenly came. Mo Zhe realized what had happened and immediately reached out to catch Patriarch Mo as a threat, but it was already too late. Several arrows shot from the dilapidated yard next to him and went straight to him.
The key points.
Mo Zhe dodged awkwardly and finally escaped those arrows, but when he looked up, he saw a person standing in front of him.
Mo Zhe froze there in disbelief. The person in front of him was Mo Tuo.
"Brother," Mo Zhe said with a frightened look in his eyes, "Why are you here?"
"Don't get rid of it," Chief Mo said, "bring the spies to justice."
Mo Tuo's eyes were blood red and he stared at Mo Zhe closely.
"Brother, don't... I was wrong," Mo Zhe said, "There must be some misunderstanding here, I..."
Mo Zhe sensed Mo Tuo's hesitation and seized the opportunity to stab Mo Tuo with the dagger in his hand. But as soon as his dagger reached Mo Tuo, he felt a chill on his neck, and then blood spurted out.
Mo Zhe covered his neck and looked at Mo Tuo resentfully.
Mo Tuo watched Mo Zhe fall slowly, and tears burst out of his eyes. The tears merged with the blood splattered on his cheeks, leaving two shocking lines.
Patriarch Mo's eyes were slightly closed: "Mo Tuo, from now on you are the new patriarch of the Haixi Clan. It is up to you to decide what the Haixi Clan will do in the future."
Motuo turned around and walked to Chief Mo, kneeling down slowly: "Father, I will stay here with my tribe and help the court stop the Tatars."
As soon as Mo Tuo finished speaking, he heard a female voice say: "Clan Chief Mo, I have never really admired you until today. No wonder the Haixi tribe can work together so that the Beishan tribe can't catch up."
Mrs. Feng said and looked at Xu Qinghuan beside her: "I almost did something wrong. If the Beishan tribe really sends troops to Haixi, I will be a sinner for the ages."
Mo Tuo stood up and supported Patriarch Mo to greet Mrs. Feng.
Mrs. Feng looked at the village: "My husband mentioned this village many times, but I didn't expect that people from our two tribes would gather here again."
Patriarch Shi was speechless for a long time while looking at all this. They had already heard what Patriarch Mo and Mo Zhe said just now. Mo Zhe's mention of Tatar confirmed the actions of Mrs. Xiao and others. If Tatar really wanted to attack the city,
They must work together to defend the level.
"It's not too late," Mo Tuo said, "I will take the tribe to the Luqu River immediately. The matter of settling the tribe will be left to my father and the elders of the tribe." The prince did not take many people to the Luqu River.
If something goes wrong, he really can't hold his head up. Although the prince gave him many instructions before leaving, and his face was full of uneasiness, which made his teeth itch just thinking about it, but he was not that kind of person.
A person who loses a lot in small things.
Thinking of this, Mo Tuo looked at Mo Zhe's body again, sadness appearing on his face again.
"Don't worry, father," Mo Zheng stepped forward, "I will handle the matter here and bury my second uncle properly."
Mo Tuo stretched out his hand to pat Mo Zheng, but he thought of the words that An Yihou Shizi had whispered in his ears: "Is your son... your biological son?"
The first time I saw you father and son, I felt that there must be something wrong, and I guessed it right.
Tell me, what will it be like when I become a father? It will definitely be much better than yours. My son will be born in two years, and I will invite you to visit me in the southeast."
He spoke as if he had no son.
Motuo stretched out his arms and put his arms around Mo Zheng's shoulders: "You are my good son, Motuo."
Mo Zheng's shoulders were shaking slightly.
"Let's go." Mo Tuo let go of Mo Zheng and shouted to the tribesmen, and then left the village in a mighty manner.
Mrs. Feng wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at Xu Qinghuan with a smile: "As we get older, we can no longer afford to see these things." Then she looked at Patriarch Shi with a straight face, "What are you doing here, why don't you go and have a look with us.
"
Patriarch Shi had already chosen someone and was about to say this when he was snatched away by Mrs. Feng. However, he didn't care about this and nodded to Mrs. Feng naively: "I'll leave some men in case those Tatar spies come back again."
Come."
Xu Qinghuan looked at the village in front of her and felt familiar, as if she had been here before.
A voice echoed in her mind.
"Xu Qinghuan, Xu Qinghuan, did you hear me? I am Song Chengxuan. If you agree, please nod."
Song Chengxuan's voice was hoarse, urgent and pleading.
She vaguely saw his face, which looked very haggard and even a little embarrassed. His face was no longer as calm as usual and he was very panicked.
Xu Qinghuan was in a trance. This feeling was very familiar to her. It was a memory from her previous life, but she had not yet remembered what Song Chengxuan was talking to her.
What was he begging her for? He had saved her in his previous life and had done enough for her. What else could she do for him when she was dying?
Xu Qinghuan's eyes swept across the courtyard in front of her. This village should have been the last place she came to in her previous life.
The previous life ended here, and in this life she will watch the defeat of King Jian's party here, and everything about her will finally be reversed.