Looking at the old fox Qingyan looking at him with a confused look in front of him, Paul couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness in his heart, but it was not for himself, but for the Xuanhu clan.
It’s not terrible if the practice is lost, as long as they work hard to explore it again. It’s not terrible if the living environment is lost, as long as they search patiently, but what if even the cultural inheritance is lost?
Paul is not sure, but he knows one thing. Whether a race without cultural heritage still exists is a question, because generally races without cultural heritage are races that are about to die out, just like Paul in his previous life.
Gypsies and Indians at that time were the same.
When the Gypsies begin to settle down and no longer migrate, when the Indians move into the cities and no longer believe in "animism", are they still considered Gypsies and Indians?
In the same way, the same is true for the Xuanhu clan at this time, no, it is even more serious. After all, among the current Gypsies and Indians, there are still many clansmen who are still following their traditions, although few
It hasn't been cut off yet.
But what about the Xuanhu clan? At this time, apart from some of the skills and language, Paul no longer has much hope whether other things of the Xuanhu clan have been passed down.
Fortunately, they met Paul, the master who had managed countless classics in Shushan for thousands of years.
As a cultivator who also comes from the land of China, looking at the current situation of the Xuanhu clan, it is impossible for you to let him ignore it. However, after all, there is no free lunch in the world, and Paul also started to fight his own little ninety-nine.
Paul, led by Lao Qingyan and Mei'er, slowly walked into the small valley. Seeing the current situation of the Xuanhu clan up close, he couldn't help but feel sad again.
After all, the former king of the demon fox clan had reached such a low level. Paul couldn't help but feel the sadness of a rabbit dying as a fox. Thinking about his current situation, how could it not be the case?
The once unparalleled powerhouse, the master who shocked the entire cultivation world with his stamp of his feet, had to remain anonymous for more than ten years, just to avoid attracting the attention of the snobbish parties and causing death for himself.
While Paul was still sighing, Meier and Lao Qingyan had already led him to a large grotto in a small valley. Without asking, he knew that this was the "speaking place" that Meier had mentioned.
Paul was not polite to Mei'er and Lao Qingyan. He just found a dry place to sit down on his own. In fact, Paul did not have anything to be polite about. There were no tables or chairs in this large grotto.
If he wants to be polite, he has to be polite.
Meier may also feel a little embarrassed. After all, she is the guest she brought. She has nothing to offer to entertain them, so she can only apologize: "Sorry, Paul, you have also seen the current situation of our family.
, I hope you won’t mind the poor reception.”
Hearing what Meier said, Paul could only smile, then waved his hand and gave up. Indeed, for a cultivator like him who has almost reached the state of avoiding valleys, the so-called entertainment is just to let him enjoy a little oral pleasure.
, don’t really care.
Seeing Paul's indifferent expression, Mei'er and Lao Qingyan also put their hearts back in their stomachs. After all, it was a shameful thing for their tribe to have guests but not be able to entertain them.
, seeing Paul's indifferent look at this time, they all let out a sigh of relief.
In this way, both parties sat down, and Paul began to ask about the current situation of the Xuanhu clan.
The old fox Qingyan didn't have much trust in Paul, so she only talked to him for Meier's sake. Naturally, the conversation was vague and ominous at the beginning, but gradually, Qingyan
Its expression became serious, because it discovered that Paul's understanding of their family was even better than its own in some aspects, and it had become impossible to fool him.
Qing Yan turned to look at Mei'er with some annoyance. The meaning was obvious, as if he was blaming Mei'er for revealing some of the tribe's habits to outsiders. But when he saw Mei'er firmly shaking her head in denial, the old fox was stunned.
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Every word and deed of the old fox Qingyan was naturally seen in Paul's eyes. He was obviously aware of Qingyan's little thoughts, but Paul was not angry because he understood Qingyan's behavior very well.
My thoughts at that time were that if a race that has experienced countless sufferings faced an outsider that suddenly appeared, it would be called a ghost if it could completely believe in itself upon meeting it.
That's why Paul's conversation with it started from the living habits of the demon fox clan, in order to tell the old fox Qingyan: You see, I already know you very well. I don't want to do anything for you, I just want to help.
After receiving Meier's affirmative reply, the old fox Qingyan's face changed for a while, and finally he sighed and changed his attitude towards the conversation.
After all, as an old monster who has lived for three thousand years, if you can't understand Paul's meaning, then his three thousand years have really been in vain.
Seeing the change in Qingyan's expression, Paul knew that his goal had been achieved, so he stopped delaying and went straight to the topic he wanted to know. Qingyan also knew everything, and Paul soon knew that he wanted to know.
Everything to know.
Although Paul still did not get the answer to the question of how the Xuanhu clan appeared on this continent in the end, through Lao Qingyan's narration, Paul at least became familiar with the history of blood and tears of the Xuanhu clan for nearly a thousand years.
Undoubtedly, the disaster of the Xuanhu clan is still due to their fox golden elixir. Although I don’t know how the species in this world know the magical effect of the fox golden elixir, what is certain is that the inner elixir of the Xuanhu clan is indeed attractive.
Most of the races on this continent, including humans of course.
In this way, the Xuanhu clan's tens of thousands of years of escape began. After countless years of bloody battles, the Xuanhu clan finally escaped the pursuit and interception of many races and hid in the Warcraft Forest, which is a place where any race would be afraid.
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But their nightmare is not over. For the Xuanhu Clan, a new force in the Warcraft Forest, most of the warcraft have a hostile attitude towards them, and for some unknown reason, the magical effect of the Xuanhu Clan's inner elixir
It has also spread to the ears of those high-level monsters with a little intelligence.
In this way, the great melee between the Xuanhu clan and the magical beasts began. Until a few years ago, Meier broke through the limit and reached the holy level of magical beasts. However, at this time, the Xuanhu clan was already in a state of insecurity.
At this point, although there are more than a hundred tribesmen left, there are only less than twenty black foxes that are truly capable of fighting, and most of the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled.
After listening to Qing Yan's narration, Paul couldn't help but let out a long sigh. How could he not be filled with emotion when the once kingly race had fallen to this level?
Looking at the two black foxes in front of him who were secretly sad about their clan's past, Paul expressed his thoughts: "Mei'er, Qingyan, I deeply sympathize with your experience. Maybe you don't believe it, but I can help.
You restore part of your racial heritage..."
"Really?" Before Paul could finish speaking, the little fox jumped up.
It didn't feel good to be interrupted in the middle of speaking, but Paul didn't care because he could understand Meier's feelings when she heard his thick words, so he just raised his eyebrows and nodded with a smile.
nod.
And Qingyan is indeed an old guy who has lived for more than three thousand years, and his calmness is absolutely perfect. After hearing Paul's words, he was not as excited as Meier showed, but just stared blankly with a complicated look in his eyes.
He stared at Paul blankly.
After a long while, the old fox sighed and asked: "Say it! Young man, what is your request?"
Paul was not surprised by Qingyan's question, because this was exactly what he wanted.
"After I establish the mountain gate, I want you, the Xuanhu clan, to be my guardian spirit beasts!" Paul replied with a smile.