I heard there is a sacred mountain in the sea
The mountain is in the ethereal place
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Tianyu Mountain with rising clouds and mist
The wind blew the leaves and jumped out from behind the waist-thick tree, kicking up dust and making Jiumu unable to open his eyes.
There were several unknown cries in the lush jungle.
Gugu——gugu——
Sometimes far, sometimes near.
The damp and earthy smell made Jiu Mu cough from time to time.
The robe was blown and crackled, almost completely covering him, making him look so weak that he couldn't be ashamed of himself.
He is the son of Da Siming, the greatest god in Tianyu Mountain, but the position of Da Siming in Tianyu Mountain can only be done by a woman. Unexpectedly, there is only one heir, Jiu Mu.
Moreover, Jiumu was born on the Ghost Festival, which was enough to be discussed.
He has a delicate face, and after putting on the red robe that supports the boat, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women.
The demigods and sentient beings in the city also discussed that Da Siming had given birth to a hermaphrodite.
What makes everyone even more dissatisfied is that Jiu Mu is already twenty years old. Except for the blood of the gods in his body that can protect him, he has no supernatural power at all.
The bluestone archway that is tens of meters high holds up the purple-gray sky, and the clouds are dense, as if a violent storm is deliberately hidden.
At this moment, a blue-eyed white tiger suddenly jumped out from behind the archway.
It shook its three thick tails and bared its teeth at Jiumu.
Jiu Mu was shocked, "No, here we go again!"
But with nowhere to escape, Jiumu was forced to retreat continuously.
"Brother, brother, we are old acquaintances. We have something to say, something to say." Jiu Mu circled around, trying to escape.
He saw the opportunity and was about to climb up the tree when Jiumu was slapped to the ground by the white tiger!
Accompanied by the deafening roar, the birds on the trees were frightened and fled away.
For a while, snakes and rats were scurrying around, and I was in a hurry, so I didn’t panic!
A group of guys smelling of alcohol came out from behind the white tiger, with evil smiles on their faces.
"Go up and bite him! Go and bite him!" The boy actually encouraged the beast to bite Jiumu.
"Ahem! We are all our own people, why bother like this." Jiumu quickly got up and said.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" A drunk guy stared at Jiumu's crotch with his pockets in his pockets, his expression was perverse, and his words were full of ridicule.
This drunkard's surname was Yuan and his given name was Wenji, and he was the eldest son of Yun Zhongjun, the demigod in Zhensu Mansion.
Zhensu Mansion is responsible for taming and raising elves and beasts, and the tiger in front of him is Wen Ji's new mount.
Now that Yuan Wenji has risen to the sixth level of demigod and has his own mount, it is a time of pride, so he came here to humiliate Jiumu.
"I'm just useless, I can't even compare to a flower elf. God, just let me go." Jiumu said flatteringly.
Although Jiumu gave in, the others did not give up. Instead, they laughed and pressed forward step by step.
There are even some unscrupulous guys who move around Jiumu's crotch!
"Ah! We met! Don't! Don't! Don't be as knowledgeable as me!" Jiu Mu concealed himself and smiled apologetically.
But the group of guys headed by Yuan Wenji ignored Jiumu at first, and relying on the strength of their numbers, they became more and more unscrupulous.
As the robe fell to the ground, Jiumu tripped and fell to the ground.
Goodbye, the white tiger rushed forward, its warm and fishy breath made Jiu Mu frown, and its fangs almost touched his face.
There was a burst of laughter.
When he was very close to being humiliated, he suddenly saw a blue light coming from the forest, heading towards the white tiger's forehead.
With a muffled sound, the white tiger slid back half a step, and four deep grooves were drawn on the ground.
The white tiger roared, jumped over Jiu Mu who was sitting on the ground, and rushed behind him.
The sharp claw almost touched Jiu Mu's hair, almost killing him!
The roar of the tiger shook the forest, and the frightened birds flapped their wings and fled in all directions.
I thought he was sent by Tianshu Mansion to punish him! Those presumptuous guys just now had no time to take a closer look at who was fighting the white tiger and fled away.
Yuan Wenji also called out "tiger" in a panic, jumped on the tiger's back and fled in panic.
"Yeah, a bunch of cowards." The man who came out of the woods holding a book of death was none other than Du Heng, the spiritualist from Tianyu Mountain.
Except for the families of demigods and above in Tianyu Mountain, ordinary people cannot see ghosts.
Forget about the others, it's a pity not to see Du Heng. It's a waste to live up to the stars in his eyes and his watery handsome appearance.
Du Heng's trip to Tianyu Mountain came too early, but he never expected that he would become a low-class ghost.
Fortunately, when Jiumu was extraditing the dead to heaven, he met him by the Ruoshui River. A drop of divine blood saved his life and helped him get a soul-calling job, so he was able to survive in Tianyu Mountain.
You must know that in Tianyu Mountain, there are seven classes, gods, humans, demons, charms, spirits, animals, and ghosts.
Not only do ghosts live at the lowest level of Tianyu Mountain, but they generally cannot survive more than seven days.
The spirit-calling ghosts are practicing ghosts with shaved heads. They are considered monks in Tianyu Mountain. If they are lucky, they can also become gods.
Therefore, the soul-calling ghost has become the only surviving ghost in Tianyu Mountain, and is responsible for leading the souls to the boat.
But don't underestimate Du Heng, the lowest-ranking brat, he is Jiumu's treasure.
It doesn't matter if Jiumu touches anything, but no one is allowed to touch his Du Heng!
"The Book of the Past is not for you to use as a weapon." Jiu Mu closed the book that was still emitting blue light and lightly hit Du Heng on the head.
Du Heng raised his eyebrows and followed Jiumu with a playful smile.
Not to mention that Jiu Mu was born in Tianshu Mansion and was born a god. Even the lowest demigod in Tianyu Mountain had already passed the third level of lighting and had basic divine power when he reached his age.
But now this noble god is worse than a flower elf on Tianyu Mountain.
He can only wear a robe and do the first-level priesthood that only junior elves do - punting extradition.
Na Yuan Wenji, who was only one year older than him just now, had his own new mount.
Now that he has surpassed this boy by five divine levels, he naturally wants to show off.
The demigods and people in the city were afraid of Da Si Ming, so on the surface they were respectful to Jiumu, the "future king".
But in private, he often pointed fingers, ridiculed and ridiculed him.
Quite a few people looked down upon this weakling, and not many people felt that he could succeed to the position of Chief Commander.
So being bullied like today in the woods is a common thing, and Jiumu has long been used to it.
He didn't care at all. He didn't want to be a great commander. Being with Du Heng was enough.
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Before sunset, it started to rain heavily in the city.
Jiumu stood in front of the window on the second floor, staring at the stacks of green tiles and glazed glass. The rain hung in the free and easy wind, swaying this way and that, turning into wisps of rising thick fog.
There were fine raindrops clumping in the air, blowing into the house through the wind.
For a moment, it hit Jiumu's face, which was ice-cold.
Jiumu's eyes were deep, like the wind hidden in this silence, and his heavy thoughts were disturbed by the whining wind.
The murder cases that happened one after another in the city made Jiumu a little agitated, and he was afraid that something unexpected would happen to Du Heng on his way to summon the soul to lead him to "Zheng".
The past few days have been cloudy and rainy at dusk, and I'm afraid it will be another troubled autumn.
In the corridor, there were a group of young men in yellow clothes lighting butter lamps. Elves like lotus leaves climbed onto the lamp holders to protect themselves from the wind and rain. The yellow gleaming light swayed and illuminated the huge courtyard of Tianshu Mansion.
Jiumu didn't envy these yellow-clothed boys at all. In his opinion, it didn't matter if they couldn't pass the "ferry" and "sweeping" divine levels, so he didn't seek those false reputations.
Who said that if you have an orthodox divine bloodline, you have to be the chief commander? It is better to stay at the elementary "ferrying" level.
The damp rain forced in through the window again. Jiumu closed the right window and was picking up a bowl of tea to drink when he suddenly saw a group of people hurried towards the door.
There was a sudden thunder, and a strong wind blew, causing the windows to squeak and sway.
Jiumu closed both windows and went downstairs in a hurry.
Du Heng, who was in the attic, saw this and chased after him holding the book of death.
A blue-covered carriage stopped at the west corner gate, and a young man holding an umbrella greeted an old woman.
Before the woman entered the main entrance, she knelt on the ground, crying and mumbling. Because she spoke too fast, it was difficult to hear what she was mumbling.
Before anyone could invite the big housekeeper, Su Zhongle, to come out, a gust of wind suddenly appeared through the west corner door.
Zhong Le is from the Su family, and his ancestors are from the line of demigods in charge of land division in Tianyu Mountain, and they are all demigods in line.
She only believes in one word when dealing with people, and that is ruthless!
It's a pity that Zhong Le didn't come. If he didn't go to the demigod in charge when he saw something happened to the people in the city, but jumped over the rank and came to the gate of Tianshu Mansion to cause trouble, his life and well-being would be ruined. He would be thrown into the Niutou Forest to do it. Go untouchable!
There were young men in white clothes driving around here, and suddenly they heard a young man whispering, "Yun Qi is back."
This Yunqi is also from the Xiao family, and can be regarded as a divine clan.
She is said to be Jiumu's cousin, but only Da Siming and a few people know her specific life experience.
Yun Qi has thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, and his eyes are bright and handsome.
She behaves in a fickle manner, acting like a boy, and is really impatient.
He has a hot temper and few people dare to offend him.
The old woman hurriedly stopped crying after listening to the servant's discussion, and listened carefully to what was going on in the house through the patter of rain.
The sound of rain couldn't cover up Yun Qi's loud voice, but he could vaguely hear, "My whole body is green. It was already swollen when I discovered it. It was as swollen as a ball."
With a muffled thunder, the old woman collapsed on the ground and cried loudly, "My son! My son!".
"Why didn't you come earlier?" Du Heng stood in front of Jiumu and said, because the old woman couldn't listen, Du Heng seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
Jiu Mu slapped this guy on the head, causing the book of death in his hand to almost fall to the ground.
Du Heng pursed his lips and frowned, and said no more.
"Da Siming makes the decision!" the old woman cried.
"Grandma came a little late. The commander's funeral is very important right now." Jiumu just tried to persuade him, and then he turned around and carried Du Heng back.
The old woman prayed at the door for a long time, but Da Siming never came out.
After the servants used kind words and threats to persuade her to retreat several times, the woman not only refused to leave, but changed her attitude, cursed and cursed like crazy, and her words were full of curses such as decline, disappearance, and retribution.
Waving his arms, he pretended to be a magician, cursing everyone in the house to die miserably.
Seeing her like this, the servants stopped paying attention to this completely mischievous woman, closed the door, and went about their business.
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After entering Tianxuan Garden where Da Siming lived, he was led into the main hall by the young man in pink who was responsible for welcoming him.
After Yun Qi bowed, he sat down on the guest chair and thanked the waiter for the tea.
"Nine times out of ten, he is a Sichuan Otter with some cultivation." Yun Qi frowned, looked at Da Siming and said.
Da Siming took a sip of tea, shook his head and said, "That monster Sichuan Otter is stupid and can't harm anyone."
"The monsters by the river are another clan of infant spirit ghosts..." Yun Qi thought, suddenly raised his head again, jumped up from his chair and exclaimed, "Could it be... Chuan Chizi!"
Da Siming did not respond this time. This time it was so strange that not even Da Siming could find out the true identity of this guy.
Yun Qi knew the seriousness of the matter this time and guessed that this guy was not an ordinary ghost and evil creature, so he kept a straight face, his scalp was numb, and there was a sudden chill in his back.
Da Siming thought for a while and then said, "I'm afraid that guy is reborn."
"Leave……"
Before Yun Qi could say the second word, Da Siming hurriedly stopped and told him to be silent.
For many years, it was taboo to even mention the name "Li Luo".
