Chapter 3783 As Long as You Live

After the beautiful night, Ye Fan brought four flower fairies to the wilderness.

The barbarian king Buchahar has now abdicated and handed over the barbaric tribe to his son.

Now the two tribes of Alguna and Bolkin are very harmonious, and the wilderness is very peaceful.

When Ye Fan found Ji Lun on the grassland, he was lying on the ground, observing the breeding of a litter of groundhogs.

Ye Fan kicked this guy's ass directly, "After all these years, you still study this landrat every day?"

"Brother, you came so soon? I thought you would stay in the city of innocence for a few more days." Gillen turned his head and smiled innocently.

"There's nothing to see in that city, it's pretty much the same, but I miss your life on the grassland."

Ye Fan played with taste: "Now that you abdicate, you can become a zoologist justifiably, and live a happy life, right?"

"Brother, don't you know that this is the career I have pursued all my life!"

Gillen put away his animal observation notes, got up and said, "Come on, let's go drink and eat meat!"

"Don't worry, let's go shopping first, I haven't been to Wildlands for a long time, let's see how the place is doing," Ye Fan said.

Gillen nodded with a smile: "That's fine, let's go to the Holy Land of Kahan! Brother, you are still the high priest of the temple!"

Ye Fan smiled, "The title hasn't been taken off yet?"

"You are the sword god, who is more qualified to be the high priest than the sword god?" Gillen said cheerfully.

Ye Fan also felt free to set off together to the wild temple in the middle.

Seeing the four flower fairies behind Ye Fan, Ji Lun winked and said, "Brother, I brought four maidservants here this time, it seems that I don't need to arrange bed attendants for you?"

Ye Fan glanced at it, "If you insist on making arrangements, I have no objection."

"Hey, it's still not good, my sister-in-law knows, it's not very good," Gillen said with a sneer.

Ye Fan sighed in his heart, knowing... that's good.

When I came to the Holy Land of Kahan, the area around the temple was much more prosperous than before.

When Muren and Nabuqi saw Ye Fan coming, they were all moved to tears, thanking the high priest for not forgetting them.

Everyone drank camellia tea, reminiscing about old times and chatting.

Obviously, the news that Wutai is approaching the end has also been heard here, and the temple is also filled with worry.

"High Priest, forgive us, but have you already thought of a way to deal with the end of the world?" Muren asked with concern.

Ye Fan smiled wryly, "There is a way, but it is not certain whether it will be successful..."

Nabuqi regretted: "I didn't expect that even the high priest couldn't make a guarantee."

Seeing their expressions, Ye Fan seemed to have something to hide.

"Did something happen?"

Na Buqi nodded, "Actually, people in many places on the grassland are in panic because of the doomsday remarks recently."

"And now it's just the harvest season, food crops, and many livestock need to be taken care of."

"But because many people feel that there is no future, so everyone doesn't want to work, and they are indulging in pleasure..."

"We are worried that if this continues, there will be famine, which will seriously damage the vitality of the grassland."

Muren said: "If I can tell everyone that there is still hope in the future, maybe this kind of atmosphere can be suppressed."

Ji Lun smiled helplessly: "Everyone feels that they are dying, and they don't care about the famine anymore. After all, the people on our grasslands are mostly straight-tempered."

Ye Fan frowned, "Take me out to have a look."

Muren and Na Buqi obeyed their orders and took Ye Fan to a tribe not far from the temple.

The grain here has reached the harvest period, but there are large tracts of grain that no one cares about.

In the big tent of the tribe, the barbarians were drinking and singing, drunk and dreaming.

"Actually, we can't blame them. They're just ordinary people. Who cares about doing farm work when they know they're in danger," Mo Lan said.

"Master, their singing sounds very cheerful, but it feels so sad," said Zhutao.

Nabuqi pleaded: "High Priest, really can't tell the people, we still have a future, is there any hope?"

"Even if it is not certain for the time being, at least it can give them hope of surviving. Don't give up in advance like this."

"Now many tribes have begun to be in chaos, and the lives of the people are becoming less and less secure..."

Ye Fan was silent, he knew that what he saw was not just wildness.

This is the "miniature" of the entire plane.

Many worlds have fallen into the shadow of doomsday.

Even if he used the name of his sword god to frighten many thugs, the despair in the hearts of all beings will not be reduced...

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly saw an old man harvesting crops in a field.

The old man looked seventy or eighty years old, and it was already a little difficult to do farm work. There was only a young grandson beside him, helping to pick up some scattered ears of wheat.

Ye Fan walked over and looked carefully for a while.

Seeing Na Buqi and Muren, the old man obviously knew each other, so he quickly knelt down.

"Old man, there is no need to be formal." 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 end of the world is coming?"

The old man sighed, "I know, it has spread, saying that it will be completely dark... some demons will fly out from the world of death."

"Then why, you are still harvesting wheat here instead of drinking and eating meat like the rest of the tribe?" Ye Fan asked.

"Of course it's because you trust the high priest, right?" Nabuchi said.

The old man looked blank, "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 and do farm work...I know about the end of the world, and I can't change it."

"Back then we were wild and chaotic. Alguna fought with the Bolkin tribe, and fought against the Great Zheng. We couldn't eat enough and couldn't wear warm..."

"Later, the barbarian king and the high priest helped us live a good life. For us, isn't it just a doomsday?"

The old man smiled until his face was wrinkled, "I don't know if I can survive this doomsday."

"But if you can survive and end up with nothing to eat, then you can't have the cheek to ask the barbarian king or the high priest."

"I'll prepare my own rations first. I can't control the end of the day. 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 thinking is very simple, only do what he can do, and don't hold back the people above him.

"That's right... Even if Sword God can save the world, he can't take care of everyone's rations. You have to grow this food yourself," Ye Fan sighed.

"Isn't it?" The old man nodded with a smile.

Ji Lun, Muren and Na Buqi beside him were all thoughtful.

"Unexpectedly, at the end of the day, the one with the clearest mind is an old farmer," Gillen said with emotion.

"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, or high or low."

Ye Fan took a deep breath, a flame ignited in his heart.

Even for this old man and his grandson, I have to do everything to keep this world alive.

That night, Ye Fan came to the barbarian king's tent and participated in the barbarian party.

After drinking alcohol, Ye Fan entered a separate tent under the service of four flower fairies...