"Silly boy."

Cang Xue always had a smile in her eyes, shook her head gently, raised her hand to rub Wu Wan's head, then paused, and carefully adjusted his collar.

She whispered:

"My mother is just a speck of stardust in the starry sky, how could she be the noble Star God?

On the grasslands of Kitano, within the same century, there may be dozens or only a few people attending the moon festival, but the number of people in the sun festival will always remain seven.

Because the Seven-Day Sacrifice is the attendant of Lord Star God, he needs to live in seven specific prayer places and pray for Lord Star God every day.

These are secrets that only the chief priest of each big clan knows, so don't spread them around."

Wu Wan felt relieved in his heart.

I am not a son of God, and I have not developed any weird settings.

It's good to be ordinary, just ordinary. It's good to be a boring young clan leader.

"Mom, how are the Rishis chosen?"

"The premise is your own strength, and the second is whether the clan has a seat for the sun festival," Cang Xue said with a smile. "Then it has to go through a very complicated ceremony and be decided jointly by at least sixteen clan chief priests."

Wu Wang frowned slightly. The sacrifices of various clans in Beiye are secretly connected?

He has been a young master in Beiye for twelve years, and this is the first time he has directly faced Beiye's theocratic system.

After a while of silence, Wu Wan asked again:

"Then why did the child see mother in that temple but not the other six sun priests?"

"That's because my mother is the strongest in the Seven-Day Festival in this world."

Cang Xue seemed to be talking about trivial things. When she smiled, her eyes would narrow into crescent shapes, and her voice was still soft and soft:

"In the land of Beiye, the art of praying for stars comes from the same lineage, and everything originates from the gift of the Star God."

"mother?"

Wu Wan suddenly raised his head and stared at the leader of the contemporary Seven-Day Festival in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"The starry sky god does exist."

"Your star praying skills are quite advanced, and you have already seen the Starry Sky Temple with your own eyes," Cang Xue said with a bit of regret in her eyes, "It's a pity that you are a man, and the seven-day ritual must be inherited by a woman."

Wu Wan wondered: "Why is this?"

"Because Star God is a goddess and she does not allow men to approach her."

Cang Xue slid her fingers gently, and a teacup and teapot flew to the side. The teacup poured hot tea on its own, and she held it in front of her son.

The current leader of the Seven-Day Festival in Kitano continued to speak in a gentle tone:

"You will inherit the position of leader of our Bear Hug Clan in the future, and you can also know these things.

For all clans above Beiye, the succession of leaders must be blessed by the Star God; if there is a war between clans, they must also pray to the Star God through the clan chief priest.

If something major happens, the mother can summon the other six sun priests to gather in the temple, hold a seven-day festival meeting, and make a decision on behalf of the Star God.

The decisions we make are above the clan.

During the years when the Star God was sleeping, the Seven-Day Festival was responsible for guarding the sky in Beiye and watching over the various tribes in Beiye."

Seeing that Wu Huan's expression was a bit shocked, Cang Xue reached forward with her fingers, and her slender fingertips gently slid outside the outline of Wu Huan's face, her eyes filled with warmth.

"Ba'er, don't worry, your mother is here, and if you just want to be a carefree leader of the clan, the clan will always be safe.

Apart from your illness, there is nothing my mother can do about it.

This is what my mother owes you the most."

Wu Wan:......

Why do I feel like there is holy light shining around my mother, like a fairy from the nine heavens opening her arms to me.

"Whatever I want is fine?" Wu Wan muttered softly.

Cang Xue smiled lightly and responded: "Well, as long as mother can give it to you."

Wu Wang pondered for a few times, and with a slightly uncertain tone, he tentatively asked:

"If you try harder, you can have a younger brother or younger sister?"

"puff!"

Cang Xue, who was the leader of the Seven-Day Festival, turned her head and spit out a mouthful of hot tea, blushing inexplicably.

"Why did you suddenly say this?"

"mother……"

Wu Wan sighed softly, as if he was talking about something trivial:

"I don't know if my strange illness can be cured. My child is prepared to die alone, but our clan is not.

The clan needs successors, and the transition of power must be stable.

I will not be an excellent leader, and my inability to produce heirs will become the biggest hidden danger to the clan.

There are so many people in our clan, and I don’t want to cause unrest because of my own problems, causing unnecessary sacrifices for my clan members.

So, mom, you and dad should have another baby!"

Wu Wan turned to stare at his mother, but Cang Xue frowned slightly and sat there without saying a word.

There seems to be some difficulty.

Wu Wan looked at his mother's increasingly divine appearance, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked in a low voice:

"Mom, are you and dad...in the same room now?"

The blush on Cang Xue's face flashed away, and she replied calmly: "Although we get together less and apart more often, we are still a normal couple. We can still get together for a few days every three years."

Isn't that worse than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?

Wu Wan asked hurriedly: "Did your relationship break up?"

"The two things I regret the least are that I gave birth to you and that I chose your father."

"Then it's not difficult to get another one."

"this……"

Cang Xue looked embarrassed.

Wu Wan looked at his mother in front of him, who looked like she was only 28 years old, but was actually over 200 years old, and asked a question in a down-to-earth manner:

"Is it possible that my father is busy all the time and that in middle age he has more than enough ambition but not enough energy?"

"How come you know so much at such a young age?"

Cang Xue raised her hand to hit Wu Wan's head, but stopped in time. She could only give him a gentle look and sighed: "That's because it will be difficult to have another heir after taking over Riji."

The mother sighed softly and said something that Wu Wan could not forget.

"After all, gifts are valued for their value."

…

Half a day later, the Snow Wolf frame drove away from the Snowy Mountains.

On the carriage ride back, Wu Wan lowered his head and looked at the bone fragment in his hand, reading the information stored in the bone fragment according to the method his mother had just taught him.

There isn't much in it, just a few devastating star prayer techniques for self-defense.

Wu Huan glanced at Lin Suqing sitting opposite.

The Guiyuan Realm great monk was holding his legs together, folding his hands on his knees, his long hair was meticulously combed, and his pretty face was full of cuteness and cuteness, but his eyes were a little stunned.

Before leaving, Lin Suqing was kissed on the forehead by Wu Wan's mother, saying that it was to help her get some ideas.

But looking at the current situation, it may have had the opposite effect, blocking one or two more of her few thoughts...

Stupid, stupid.

If you have the chance, let her go free and find a smarter tutor.

Wu Wan sat paralyzed in the soft spirit beast fur, looking at the giant wolf riders on the side of the carriage who were constantly scanning everywhere, feeling somewhat complicated and unspeakable emotions in his heart.

He had a quarrel with his mother.

This was the first time in Wu Wan's life that he had a dispute with his parents. The reason for the dispute was the word "cultivation".

From a certain perspective, this can be considered as doing as the Romans do.

Wu Wan habitually took out a slate and carving knife from the small bag at his waist, wanting to record the information he just received today, but then he paused and put the slate away again.

Forget it, no serious person can write this stuff.

"Lin Suqing?"

"I am here!"
To be continued...