Shuzi looked back blankly. He just glanced aside. Did he see any familiar people on a roof?

The familiarity was so long that he completely forgot where he had met.

The tree looked at the roof again.

Under the setting sun, the roof was already empty.

Are you wrong? The tree thought with some regret, clutching a walking stick and slightly staggering away.

His back, as if a few years old.

The tree walked on the road, thinking about the little flowers he saw just now.

There are so many people around the flowers that the trees even envy them.

Because what those people reveal is true admiration.

Those people who usually surround themselves have only a hypocritical look.

He knew that when he left, Xiaohua looked at him behind, but he couldn\'t look back.

Everything can\'t be turned back. He admitted that he has changed. Time can change too many people. No one can not be changed in 40 years.

He is old, so he has compromised and opened his eyes to many things.

How can one endure too much time?

That\'s why he thinks Xiaohua is terrible.

A man who won\'t change his mind for 40 years

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A year later, the Terran territory became unstable and could rebel at any time, and Shuzi was no longer able to fight the rebellion because he could not protect himself.

All the tree can do is to use the divine bow in his hand to deter him, so as to ensure the safety of his family.

The excessive decay of body and spirit is no longer enough for him to continue to absorb power.

The tree gave up most of his power, but left a false title of patriarch.

Another half a year later, Shuzi\'s life came to an end.

He lay in bed surrounded by many people.

There are his wife, his many sons and daughters, his relatives, his subordinates, and several friends who don\'t know whether they are sincere or false.

Shuzi looked at countless faces coming and going in front of him. He couldn\'t help thinking sadly: how many people in this place really hope he can continue to live?

He groped and slowly took out the divine bow from behind him.

God\'s bow looks like the past. After all, it is made by God and has not been worn by years.

As soon as the legendary weapon that laid the foundation of the whole Terran was taken out, several inspiratory sounds sounded at the scene.

Many eyes stare at the divine bow, or greed, or longing, or longing, or curiosity.

No one can continue to watch the tree when the divine bow appears.

The tree smiled coldly in her heart.

"Eagle, come here! You take it!"

The tree said with effort.

Although yingzi had a conflict with his father because of his mother\'s affairs, he was overjoyed to hear that he could inherit the divine bow.

You know, the divine bow is not only a weapon, but also a symbol of human power.

It can be said that whoever gets the divine bow is the next patriarch.

At this time, a voice nearby said:

"Father, I don\'t accept it! I should use the divine bow!"

The speaker is an extremely tall and strong man. He is in his 30s. He is much younger than yingzi and much stronger. He is the fifth son of Shuzi.

Although yingzi usually looks indifferent to fame and wealth, at present, he won\'t shrink back, and immediately quarreled with his fifth brother.

The tree was breathing heavily and lying on the bed. It really hurt. Every inch of his body was like a saw, torturing him repeatedly.

Several times, he almost fainted in pain.

He knew he was going to die. Today, his consciousness had just recovered a little, so he quickly called everyone over and explained the future.

The tree looked at the people shaking around in front of her.

They are dying, and there are still people fighting in front of him.

He worked hard all his life to earn a world for the whole Terran and a great family fortune for his own family.

But what\'s the use!

Can God\'s bow, power, children, all this save him when he is dying!

Ha ha, it\'s boring. The tree looked at the people staring at the divine bow and thought.

You will end up like me one day.

No matter what you fought for before you died, you can\'t escape... Disease, aging, death.

In fact, there should still be a person who won\'t be taken away by the divine bow.

Just this man... The tree looked out from the gap of the crowd again, and didn\'t come today.

In Shuzi\'s long life, he met many people. But really, none of them can compare with Xiaohua.

Dying, facing his heart, Shuzi had to admit that Xiaohua did have a stronger heart than him.

Unable to understand and accept, however, the tree had a trace of envy for the flower.

It\'s nice, if I can be like her... For a belief, I won\'t shake, I won\'t shrink back, I won\'t change, and I will move forward, it\'s also a very happy life.

The tree fantasized and closed her eyes quietly with a smile.

His sons argued for the divine bow for a long time. Finally, someone nearby screamed. Then they found that the tree had died.

After Shuzi died, the Terran was in chaos.

The divine bow changed hands several times and finally fell into the hands of luanzi, the fourth son of Shuzi.

Unfortunately, although luanzi has force, he has little prestige. He is cunning, but he has no big plans.

He gathered a group of followers around him, but the Terran has a vast territory, and there have been wars everywhere.

The tree is an old clan leader. He beat down the world. People\'s name is the shadow of the tree. During his tenure, he still has great prestige, and no one dares to rebel easily.

As soon as the tree died, those people were unscrupulous.

Three years later, the Terran was finally completely divided into four tribes.

South of the center, perched on the Fangshan Mountain, is a tribe headed by luanzi. Because it has a divine bow, it is habitually called the divine bow tribe.

Another larger tribe occupies the vast area from the great wilderness to the Surabaya River, which is called the Huanghe tribe.

There are two smaller tribes, one is the burning Mountain Tribe in the north, and the other is the boulder tribe in the south of the coast.

The tribes are hostile to each other and are eyeing each other.

The Terran world has fallen into war since then.

Xiaohua is running in the war, preaching the belief of the great God of her ancestors.

In the war, many people\'s lives are in danger. Instead, they are more likely to place their hopes on illusory things.

Therefore, there are more devout believers of the great ancestors.

Fifteen years later, when Xiaohua was 84, her life came to an end.

This is the only longevity among the Terrans.

She lay in the temple. This building called the central temple was built by countless believers at the junction of the three tribes of God bow, waste River and Boulder, brick by brick, facing the danger of war.

In this way, the hearts of many believers have a refuge. They come from different tribes and worship their ancestors here.

In the hall of the temple, there is a bed, and Xiaohua is lying on the bed.

Surrounded by many wizards and believers.

Xiaohua became the most admired existence of all of them.

Those people looked at her with a sad look, as if their relatives were about to die.

Dying, Xiaohua thought of the tree.

"Will he blame me? Before he died, I was helping the wounded in the war on the other side of the Surabaya River, and I couldn\'t take care of him."

"Anyway, we are about to meet, because I will go to the great God of my ancestors after my death."

"I hope he can forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."

In the belief of the human race, although there is no concept of soul, they acquiesce that people still exist after death and will go to the great God of ancestors.

The great God of ancestors is the heaven, which is much better than the earth.

No war, no famine, no pain and sorrow.

Xiaohua feels that her life is dying, but her heart is surprisingly calm.

Because she knows she\'s going where she belongs.

There, in addition to the great God of ancestors, there must be a greater existence.

And her whole life is dedicated to this great existence.

She had a worthwhile life.

For the last time, Xiaohua trembled and raised her withered arm, which was not like a human shape, towards the sky.

"God, please don\'t leave me!"

She shouted this sentence with all her strength.

The great wizard of the human race died.

Beside her, the cry grew louder and soon became a continuous piece.