Chapter 652

The Long Yin clan leader stood at the head of the city, his eyes burning, and shouted angrily at the bottom of the city, "Yao Yuanshan, you come out!"

The swordsman at the bottom immediately separated a road. A carriage with machetes and black flags on both sides rushed forward. On the carriage sat an old man with white hair and beard but big physique, sneering at the head of the city, "Xu Yuanlong, long time no see."

"Your father's name is Xu Yuanlong. Is that the chief of Shemo nationality? Why do their names have a far word?"

Yang Xuan asked curiously.

A Yun put her hand on the hilt of the sword around her waist, nodded and said, "like our Longyin nationality, the Shemo nationality also has a Han surname, our surname is Xu, and their surname is Yao."

"Although the surnames are different, the generations of our two nationalities are the same. My father's generation is the Yuan generation, and my generation is the Cun generation. In fact, my full name is Xu cunyun, but this name is a little awkward. Usually everyone calls me a Yun."

Yang Xuan said with great interest, "it's quite interesting. The surnames are different, but the generations are the same. Is there any stress here?"

Although he has only been here for less than half a day, Yang Xuan has had a strong interest in the mysterious culture here.

A Yun said, "when Pangu immortal opened the world, there appeared a stone tablet where the divine axe that split the world fell, on which our generation was written."

"In order to show that they are the orthodox descendants of the divine axe, the generation of characters has always followed the generation of characters on the stone tablet. They are a group of shameless people who deceive the world and steal fame!"

After hearing this, Yang Xuan smiled with interest and said, "in the eyes of Shemo family, you Longyin family are deceiving the world and stealing fame."

"In fact, I don't think anyone can tell about it. It's all in ancient times. It's really uncertain who is orthodox. Maybe you two nationalities used to be the same ancestor."

"Nonsense!"

When the third uncle heard this, he immediately said angrily, "we Longyin family are the descendants of the divine axe. How can we be confused with those deceptive sumo families? If you talk nonsense again, I'll throw you into the sword furnace to comfort our ancestors!"

A Yun also hurriedly pulled Yang Xuan and said to her throat, "big brother, stop talking. These words are a big taboo here!"

Yang Xuan shrugged and didn't go on.

Xu Yuanlong stood at the head of the city and shouted angrily at Yao Yuanshan below, "Yao Yuanshan, you sumo people pour out today. Do you want to fight us!"

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong."

Although Yao Yuanshan was physically strong, he spoke slowly and narrowed his eyes. "Our two families have been fighting intermittently for thousands of years."

"In the final analysis, the contradiction between our two races is only because of who is orthodox."

"You Longyin say you are the holy axe orthodoxy, but we sumo also think that we also have the blood of the descendants of the holy axe."

"You said that when Pangu immortal's Kaitian divine axe landed, it turned into a divine sword, but we sumo people think that what Kaitian divine axe turned into is not a divine sword, but a treasure knife."

"Because of these contradictions, our two ethnic groups have fought for thousands of years. You Longyin should know how brilliant our two ethnic groups were."

"But then step by step to today, and forced to choose to migrate and avoid the world, the most important reason is not those outsiders who are eyeing us."

"But because of the internal fighting between us, countless experts died, which gave the outsiders an opportunity."

"So I've been thinking that since our two people have been away from the world for more than 400 years, this contradiction should be solved in the hands of our generation. Brother Yuanlong, do you think I'm right?"

Xu Yuanlong snorted coldly, "what does it mean that you sumo people pour out today!"

Yao Yuanshan said faintly, "because I know this matter has not been negotiated for thousands of years."

"So I've figured it out. I must explain it in my hand."

"Since we both think we are Orthodox, it's meaningless to speak with our mouth. In that case, let the weapons in our hands speak!"

"Today we'll have a decisive battle. Whoever wins will be orthodox!"

"Because since he is the descendant of the divine axe, he will not fail. The party who wins must be the descendant of the divine axe, brother Yuanlong. Do you agree with my proposal?"

I have to say that Yao Yuanshan is a man of great authority. His words are almost impenetrable. He doesn't give Xu Yuanlong any chance to refute.

After Yao Yuanshan said these words, he felt his chin confidently. He knew Xu Yuanlong's character very well and knew that he had a fatal weakness - soft heart.

He must not have the courage to fight a decisive battle with himself, but if he does not dare to fight, he is tantamount to admitting that the Shemo family is the orthodox descendant of the divine axe.

In this way, the contradiction that has not been solved for thousands of years will get the best answer in his own hands, and Yao Yuanshan will certainly become the biggest hero of Shemo for generations!

And his scheme did stab Xu Yuanlong's weakness.

Xu Yuanlong twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth and was stopped by this question.

Once he nodded and agreed, the two ethnic groups must be an unprecedented war in hundreds of years and a bloody catastrophe.

But if he does not agree, it is tantamount to admitting that the other party is the orthodox son of the divine axe.

"Patriarch, don't talk nonsense to them. Go to war with them directly!"

The third uncle's temper was very hot, and he pulled out his long sword with a Shua.

Xu Yuanlong gritted his teeth and said, "you know how many people will die in our Longyin clan, even if we win the war!"

The third uncle also bit his teeth and said, "we Longyin people are the descendants of the divine axe. For our dignity, we are not afraid of death. It's a big deal to burn jade and stone with them!"

"Nonsense!"

Xu Yuanlong said in a deep voice, "once there is a war, there will be a river of blood and life. Our ancestors will never want to see this result!"

"Do you want to admit that they are orthodox?"

The third uncle said loudly.

"This..."

Xu Yuanlong fell into a dilemma. It's neither playing nor not playing.

Yang Xuan on one side shook his head and sighed, thinking that fortunately, the two tribes chose to avoid the world. Although their combat effectiveness is indeed very strong, their concept must be more tragic outside.

The fundamental purpose of any war is nothing more than to strive for greater interests, which can be material or rights.

Of course, even now, the reasons for many wars are under the guise of dignity, but these are just excuses.

Who is orthodox and who is not orthodox? These things are not counted by anyone, and they has the final say.

If Yang Xuan is Xu Yuanlong, it's very easy to solve such things. Tell each other directly that you are orthodox. We'll finish it if we pretend to be.

Then save your energy and strength, and wait for the time. Once you step on each other, you don't have to mention who is orthodox.

But Yang Xuan is also very clear that this concept has existed in their hearts for thousands of years and has long been deeply rooted. It is impossible for them to change.

"Hey, old man, there's something wrong with that."

Yang Xuan suddenly shouted at the bottom of the city.

Everyone was in a daze. Suddenly they heard such a voice and hurried along.