Chen Qingshan used his own strength and the aura of the red dragon to frighten everyone in the Anda tribe, including the clan leader.
As for some people who don't believe it, Chen Qingshan is not worried. After all, they have no evidence to prove that they are not the divine envoys of Chaos God Sect.
There is no evidence to prove that Chen Qingshan is not the divine envoy, so he, Chen Qingshan, is the divine envoy.
And Chen Qingshan's greater confidence is that each tribe is like a sheepfold. For better management, they usually do not communicate with each other. In other words, even the envoys of other tribes do not know Chen Qingshan
His true identity can only be regarded as a colleague sent from above.
After Chen Qingshan rescued Mengdie's sister, he canceled the sacrifice, dispersed everyone, and found Lord Anda alone.
Seeing Chen Qingshan coming over, the Anda clan's legs weakened and he wanted to kneel down again. Chen Qingshan was a little uncomfortable with it. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, the etiquette of kneeling and worshiping was almost abolished.
Seeing this old man of his grandfather's generation being knelt down and worshiped by him, Chen Qingshan felt a little uncomfortable.
"I don't like this, so I'm telling my clansmen not to kneel down and bow when they see me in the future," Chen Qingshan said.
Mr. Anda was stunned: "But Lord Divine Envoy, the previous Lord Divine Envoy specially told him that when you see him, you are like seeing a god, and you must bow down to the ground."
Chen Qingshan frowned: "He is him and I am me. I said I don't like others to kneel down. Lord Anda, do you understand?"
Chen Qingshan's voice suddenly turned cold, with an undoubted meaning. Perhaps due to the influence of A Nan's incident, Chen Qingshan's character became murderous and decisive.
"It doesn't matter if you don't listen, I will use my own way to make you remember." Chen Qingshan said softly.
"Young ones don't dare, little ones don't dare!" Mr. Anda, who had just stood up, was so frightened by Chen Qingshan that he trembled. He subconsciously wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Chen Qingshan.
"Um?"
It wasn't until Chen Qingshan snorted coldly that the Anda clan master realized what he was doing, and he repeatedly raised his hands to Chen Qingshan: "I've become accustomed to it since I was little, and some of it can't be changed."
Chen Qingshan sighed helplessly and did not want to argue with him.
"Give me a room, the most spacious and the best in the Anda tribe." In order to show his identity as a divine envoy, Chen Qingshan also specially added "the most spacious" and "the best" to the house he wanted.
words.
When it was time for lunch, in order to celebrate Chen Qingshan's arrival, the people of the Anda tribe sharpened their knives and slaughtered many pigs and sheep, saying that they would give Chen Qingshan a welcome ceremony.
I don’t know if this welcome ceremony contained elements of testing, but Chen Qingshan refused. He just wanted to stay quietly and think about the Tumi mudra.
All the houses in the Anda tribe are made of wood, which is somewhat like a village. The one assigned to Chen Qingshan is considered the best building in the tribe. It is a two-story building and extremely spacious.
But Chen Qingshan felt a little empty in the Anda tribe. Thinking about it carefully, he found that there was a lack of greenery. In order to build this village, the people of the Anda tribe cut down all the trees in the area, leaving nothing but wooden houses.
The wooden house is not pretty.
Before Chen Qingshan moved in, Mr. Anda had the house cleaned.
Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand, and the Chanjuan silk materialized. Even though it was daytime, a faint moonlight rose, giving the room a more misty feeling.
Through the Chanjuan silk blessed by Youying, Chen Qingshan can sense A Nan's condition at any time. The current Chanjuan silk is very bright, which means that A Nan, who is far away in Chang'an City, is still optimistic now.
Chen Qingshan felt relieved a little.
At this moment, there was a sound outside the house.
"Lord Envoy of God, are you there?" Someone knocked on the door, and the voice was somewhat familiar. It was Mengdie's voice.
Chen Qingshan didn't want to talk to her, so he didn't answer.
After a while, the knock on the door rang again.
"Master Divine Envoy, are you there?" This time it was a childish voice, and Chen Qingshan realized that it was the voice of Sister Mengdie.
Chen Qingshan compromised instantly. He could put on airs with Mengdie, but putting on airs with a ten-year-old girl was a bit outrageous.
"Come here, come here." Chen Qingshan stood up from the house and opened the door. The two people outside the house were Mengdie and her sister.
Compared with when she first met Mengdie, Mengdie wore more clothes this time, wrapping her body tightly, but it was still an animal robe. It seems that in this Anda tribe, cloth is a very rare thing, let alone silk.
.
As soon as she entered the door, Sister Mengdie gave her a big gift: "Master God, thank you for saving me."
Although she was only ten years old, after experiencing some things, Mengdie's sister finally understood some things. Without the divine messenger in front of her, she would never see her sister again.
The little girl didn't have much idea about death. She probably thought that she should sleep for a long, long time. But when she knew that she would not see her sister after she died, she felt that death must be an extremely terrible thing.
So the little girl didn't want to die, but Chen Qingshan saved her.
Facing the little girl kneeling down, Chen Qingshan was shocked. Let’s not talk about whether his life will be shortened. Chen Qingshan’s main reason was that he couldn’t pass the psychological test.
"You are making it difficult for me to do this. I, the mighty Marquis of Taiping in the Tang Dynasty, act like I am bullying a little girl. If word of this spreads out, will I still be a Marquis? Those common people of the Tang Dynasty will poke my spine.
Damn it!" Chen Qingshan shouted in his heart.
Chen Qingshan quickly stood up and helped sister Mengdie: "Those who can't bear it, those who can't bear it, get up quickly."
Chen Qingshan looked a little panicked. He was so panicked that Mengdie didn't think he was an envoy of the Chaos God Sect. After all, the Chaos God Cult's divine envoy was a protector in name, but he had a superior attitude and killed tribesmen at will.
Mengdie saw what happened with her own eyes.
Mengdie laughed and said jokingly: "Master God Envoy, your current behavior makes me feel that you don't look like a Master God Envoy."
Chen Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged: "This is wrong. There is no such truth anywhere. It is not only embarrassing but also embarrassing to ask a child to kneel down and worship him."
"So you want to embarrass me?" After Chen Qingshan helped up Sister Mengdie, he resumed his condescending posture.
Mengdie's expression changed slightly, and she shouted that she had been rude just now and had offended the Divine Envoy.
"Come in, standing outside this room is not an option."
Chen Qingshan was too lazy to argue with Mengdie, but found someone not far outside the house who had been staring in his direction, and he didn't know whose eyes and ears it was.
It might be from the clan master or the witch master, but Chen Qingshan prefers the latter.
Those few people were at the first level, and after Chen Qingshan closed the door, they could no longer see the inside of the house.
"Tell me what you have to do with me." Chen Qingshan was not gentle. He just leaned on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and lay like this. He returned from Yunmengze to Chang'an, and then from Chang'an to the Ancient God's Beach.
To be honest, Chen Qingshan was a little tired.
This bed was newly made by the Anda tribe's clan leader by a craftsman. Even if Chen Qingshan dislikes the bed used by others, the Anda clan clan's father is considered to have good intentions.
"We are here to thank you for your life-saving grace." Mengdie gathered her hair and said to Chen Qingshan.
"I got it, you can leave now." Chen Qingshan replied and issued an eviction order.
After thinking about it for a while, I felt a little unbearable, so I took out a large handful of candies from the storage ring and handed them to Sister Mengdie.
"What's your name?" Chen Qingshan asked.
"Mengyue." The little girl replied softly.
"Little Mengyue? It's a very good name. I hope you remember that the days ahead will be bitter, but there are always some things that are sweet. Remember to think more about sweet things. In this case, the days will be sweet." Chen Qingshan
He peeled off a candy with his own hands and put it into Meng Yue's hand. Chen Qingshan didn't know what was going on in her heart as a child who was about to be burned to death by her tribe at the age of ten. He just hoped that she would be safe in the future.
When Mengdie saw this, he was a little moved. Perhaps this divine envoy was really different from other divine envoys. This divine envoy had a human touch, a very strong human touch.
Xiao Mengyue put the candy into her mouth, with a faint smile on her face: "Thank you, Lord God, it's a very sweet candy."
Chen Qingshan smiled and touched little Mengyue: "Remember to grow up healthy."
"Okay, let's pull the hook." Xiao Mengyue stretched out her small hand, and Chen Qingshan stretched out his big hand.
The two stayed for a while and then left.
Chen Qingshan gave some candies to Xiao Mengyue, and Xiao Mengyue also left a gift for Chen Qingshan. It was a fruit with a hard shell, which Xiao Mengyue picked up in the mountains.
In the Sword Palace, the sky and the earth shook: "Whispering fruit?"