"Have they set off?" the bald old man asked.

"Yes, I hope Lanzi can help them and avoid any danger." Nalanhong was very respectful to the bald old man.

The bald old man was Tong Dahai, the guardian of the Holy Mountain. A dove with gray and white hair that looked like falling stars fell from the sky and landed in Tong Dahai's hands.

"Go!" As he shouted, the beautiful pigeon flapped its wings a few times and took off into the air, flying towards the northwest side of Changbai Mountain.

"Old sir, that's your hometown. Wushuang is not a simple person. Even though he has no abilities, he is very thoughtful and doesn't play by common sense. Aren't you afraid that the treasure will eventually fall into his hands? Why don't you let me go for you?

The last time he happened, let's find his whereabouts." Nalanhong was a little suspicious of Tong Dahai's method of doing things.

Tong Dahai took a puff of Laohan cigarette and said with great enjoyment: "Nalan, it's not that I don't trust you. Your Nalan clan has been guarding the foot of Changbai Mountain for three hundred years. How can I not know what you want? But Lao

Our ancestors have the legacy of our ancestors. I, Tong Jia, have to act in accordance with the legacy of my ancestors for one day as a mountain guard. You kid, don’t try to hide your narrow-mindedness from me. The little bird can still outplay my hometown.

Thief? Let him go, let him try his luck. The relics left by the ancestors can only be given to the destined person. As for whether the destined person is him, it depends on his luck. There are Lanzi and that big-eyed girl, I

I’m not worried about this kid’s safety. Even if I encounter the Corpse King of Ilhuli Mountain, I can turn danger into danger. What I’m worried about is the other force you mentioned yesterday.”

Nalanhong was a frequent visitor to him, and he was not polite at all. He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. "It shouldn't be possible. I think that power was sent by Nan Haiyue. Now this girl is definitely

Too busy to take care of herself, I think her visit to Horqin has already damaged her vitality. And she will definitely start investigating the origin of this other force."

Nalanhong suddenly changed the topic and asked: "By the way, Wushuang mentioned someone to me, Xie Guanbao, do you still remember?"

"Xie Guanbao...Xie Guanbao..." Tong Dahai fell into deep thought, searching for this name in the depths of his memory.

"His earliest name was Xie Guangrong. You should have an impression, right?" Nalanhong reminded him.

Tong Dahai nodded slightly: "Oh, it turns out it's him. The descendant of Hold Bao decades ago, he also made a lot of money in our Changbai Mountain! What? He is back in the world again? What does he have to do with Wushuang and the others?"

"I don't know about this, but Wushuang asked me about him. Maybe they had contact. It seems you are right. All forces are now ready to make a move. I don't know if Xie Guangrong wants to fight.

On his side."

Tong Dahai frowned and put Lao Han Yan in front of the table. His eyes fell on the map of Changbai Mountain drawn by him. "Nalan, I have sent more people here recently. I am afraid that these forces will follow Huang Yu Haidong Qing.

Ring Ring, and your crow bracelet are about to start a war again. How can the legacy and treasures left by our ancestors be destroyed in the hands of you and me?"

Nalanhong replied respectfully: "Yes, old sir, I am just preparing."

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The northern source of the Songhua River is the Yilhuli Mountain in the Greater Khingan Mountains. The Yilhuli Mountain runs through the forest area of ​​the Greater Khingan Mountains. The nearest city to it is Heihe. Not to mention the several transfers on the way, the northern part of Heilongjiang is the junction of China and Russia. It cannot be said that this place is poor.
Chapter completed!