After the beautiful night, Ye Fan took four flower fairies to the wilderness.
The Barbarian King Buchahar has now abdicated and handed over the management of the barbarian tribe to his son.
Nowadays, the two tribes of Alguna and Bolkin are very harmonious, and the wilderness is very peaceful.
When Ye Fan found Jiren on the grassland, he was lying on the ground, observing the breeding of a litter of prairie dogs.
Ye Fan directly kicked this guy in the butt, "After all these years, you still study this dry rat every day?"
¡°Brother, you¡¯re here so soon? I thought you were going to stay in the Innocence City for a few more days.¡± Gillen turned around and smiled naively.
¡°There¡¯s not much to see in that city, it¡¯s pretty much the same, but I miss your life on the grassland.¡±
Ye Fan said playfully: "Now that you abdicate, you can legitimately become a zoologist. Are you having a happy life?"
"Brother, don't you know, this is the career I have pursued all my life!"
Gillen put away his animal observation notes, then stood up and said: "Let's go drink and eat meat!"
"No rush, let's take a walk around first. It's been a long time since I've been to Wilderness. Let's see how the place is developing," Ye Fan said.
Gillen smiled and nodded: "That's fine, let's go to Kahan Holy Land! Brother, you are still the high priest of the temple!"
Ye Fan smiled, "You haven't taken off this title yet?"
"You are the Sword God. Who is more qualified to be the high priest than the Sword God?" Gillen said happily.
Ye Fan also took it easy and set off together to the wild temple in the middle.
Ji Lun saw the four flower fairies following Ye Fan and winked: "Brother, you brought four maids this time. It seems I don't have to arrange a bed for you?"
Ye Fan glanced at it and said, "If you insist on making arrangements, I have no objection."
"Hehe, it still doesn't work. My sister-in-law knows, it's not good," Gillen said with a smile.
Ye Fan sighed in his heart, it would be nice to know
When we arrived at Kahan Holy Land, the area around the temple was much more prosperous than before.
When Muren and Nabuqi saw Ye Fan coming, they were both excited and shed tears, thanking the high priest for not forgetting them.
Everyone drank tea and reminisced about the past.
¡°Obviously, the news that Wu Tai is approaching the end has also been heard here, and the temple is also filled with worries.
"High Priest, forgive us for being presumptuous, have you thought of a way to deal with the doomsday now?" Muren asked with concern.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly, "There is a way, but it is not certain whether it will be successful"
Nabuqi said regretfully: "I didn't expect that even the high priest could not make a guarantee."
Looking at their expressions, Ye Fan seemed to have something to hide.
"Did something happen?"
Nabuchi nodded, "Actually, because of the doomsday remarks recently, people in many places on the grassland are panicked."
¡°And now it happens to be the harvest season, and food crops and many livestock need to be taken care of.¡±
"But because many people feel that there is no future, everyone does not want to work and is indulging in pleasure"
¡°We are worried that if this continues, famine will occur and the vitality of the grassland will be seriously damaged.¡±
Muren said: "If I can tell everyone that there is hope for the future, maybe this trend can be suppressed."
Gillen smiled helplessly and said: "Everyone feels that they are about to die, and they don't care about famine. After all, the people on our grasslands are mostly straight-tempered."
Ye Fan frowned and said, "Take me out and have a look."
Muren and Nabuqi responded and took Ye Fan to a tribe not far from the temple.
The food here has reached harvest time, but no one cares about it.
In the big tent of the tribe, the barbarian people were drinking and singing, intoxicated and dreaming.
"Actually, we can't blame them. They are just mortals. Who would have the heart to do farm work if they know that everything is precarious," Mo Lan said.
"Master, their singing sounds very cheerful, but it feels so sad," Zhutao said.
Nabuqi pleaded: "High Priest, you really can't tell your people that we still have a future, is there still hope?"
"Even if it's not certain yet, at least it can give them hope of survival. Don't give up in advance like this."
"Now many tribes have begun to fall into chaos, and people's lives are becoming increasingly unsafe"
Ye Fan was silent. He knew that what he saw was not just wilderness.
This is a "microcosm" of the entire plane.
Many worlds have fallen into the shadow of doomsday.
Even though he used his name as the Sword God to frighten many thugs, the despair in the hearts of all living beings will not diminish
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly saw an old man harvesting crops in a farmland.
The old man looked to be in his 70s or 80s, and he was no longer able to do farm work. He only had a young grandson beside him, who was helping to pick up some scattered ears of wheat.
Ye Fan walked over and looked at it carefully for a while.
When the old man saw Nabuqi and Muren, he obviously knew them and quickly knelt down.
"Old man, there is no need to be polite." Ye Fan raised his hand and lifted the old man up.
The old man didn¡¯t know Ye Fan, so he could only smile nervously and nod.
"Master of the temple, do you have any instructions for coming here?"
Ye Fan asked curiously: "Old man, do you know that the world is about to end?"
The old man sighed, "I know, it has been spread, saying that the sky is going to be completely dark some demons are going to fly out of the world of death."
"Then why are you still harvesting wheat here instead of drinking wine and eating meat like the rest of the tribe?" Ye Fan asked.
"Of course it's because you believe in the high priest, right?" Nabuchi said.
The old man looked confused, "What does this have to do with the high priest?"
Muren and Nabuqi¡¯s expressions changed, and they looked at Ye Fan anxiously.
Ye Fan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Old man, I just want to know, what do you think?"
The old man swallowed his dry throat and said: "I just do what I should do. I only know how to herd cattle and do farm work I know the end of the world, but I can't change it."
"We were in such chaos back then in the wilderness. We were at war with the Alguna and Bolkin tribes, and we were also fighting the Great Expedition. We didn't have enough to eat or wear warmly"
"Later, our barbarian king and the high priest helped us live a good life. For us, isn't it just that we have survived the end of the world?"
The old man smiled so hard that his face was wrinkled, "I don't know if I can survive this apocalypse."
"But if you can survive but end up with no food, then you can't be so shameless as to beg the barbarian king or the high priest."
"I'll prepare my own rations first. I can't control the end of the world. I have to find a way to fill my stomach."
Hearing what the old man said, Ye Fan remained silent for a long time.
The old man obviously has no idea about the current situation and many profound things.
But his idea is very simple. He only does what he can do and does not hold back those above him.
"Yeaheven if the Sword God can save the world, he can't take care of everyone's food rations. You have to grow this food yourself," Ye Fan sighed.
"Isn't it?" The old man smiled and nodded.
Ji Lun, Muren and Nabuqi on the side were all thoughtful.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect that at the end of the world, the person with the clearest mind would be an old farmer,¡± Gillen lamented.
¡°As long as you are alive, you must try your best to be yourself. This is the dignity of life It has nothing to do with race or origin, and it has nothing to do with high or low.¡±
Ye Fan took a deep breath, and a fire lit up in his heart.
Even for the sake of this old man and his grandson, he would do anything to save this world.
That night, Ye Fan came to the barbarian king¡¯s tent and attended the barbarian party.
After drinking strong wine, Ye Fan entered a separate large tent with four flower fairies waiting on him (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com