[July 15th, three o'clock, the sun sets]

On a ghostly dead tree, a throat-cut cicada is arranging its wings, and behind her, a ghost-faced spider is crouching in the shadows.

"Squeak!"

Cicada felt the movement and wanted to fly away, but a spider silk had already shot accurately on her wings, and at the same time, the ghost-faced spider flexibly used the pull of the spider silk to jump to the back of the cicada, and its steel knife-like claws stabbed into the cicada's body from the backyard.

"ヘ(; ́Д'ヘ)蝍!"

The cicada's body trembled, and her mouth let out a painful chirp, just as the ancient book said: "I see pity, what a strange soul and dreams." ”

“......”

"Yesterday I climbed high, and today I am even more up. Why is the chrysanthemum too bitter, suffering from these two double yangs?" the sound of reading came from the dilapidated mountain temple under the dead tree.

In the temple, a stone statue of the mountain god with only half of his head left stands in the middle, and the dilapidated incense table is covered with dirt and leaves.

The sound of reading was heard from behind the stone statue of the mountain god, where a dim oil lamp was lit, and six strange shadows cast on the gray wall.

"Mr. Great, why is there only half of the skull of this mountain god stone statue?" a milky voice interrupted the sound of reading.

"What skull?" Mr. Big, who was dozing off in his chair, opened his dark green eyes and looked at the young figure in front of him, "Thirteen Little Treasures, are you not concentrating on reading?"

"I've read this poem several times, it's too boring, doesn't Mr. Big often teach us that 'a gentleman's learning must be easy to ask, and asking and learning complement each other'?"

After hearing the words of Thirteen Xiaobao, the other figures also woke up from the "dream", and they all tilted their little heads and looked at the stone statue of the mountain god behind them, as if they were aroused by curiosity.

"Mr. Big, what do we also want to know about the question of the Thirteen Little Treasures?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Big, tell us about it. ”

"Mr. Big is going to tell a story, everyone applaud. Thirteen Xiaobao heard the echoing voices around him, and he became more and more energetic, and immediately took the lead in applauding.

"Bang Bang!"

Scarce applause rang out.

Mr. Big sighed helplessly, lifted the gray felt hat on his head, and straightened out the cloth with the word 'master' written crookedly with a brush on his chest.

After doing all this, his head suddenly approached the oil lamp, and towards the thirteen little treasures, revealing a row of sharp and terrifying fangs.

"You want to hear a story? Hehe, this is a horror story!"

Under the light of the oil lamp, a grinning fox face appeared, and the red fox fur continued to tremble, looking very terrifying.

The five young figures were startled at first, but soon fell to the ground one by one, flapping their bellies and rolling on the ground.

"Hahaha......"

"Mr. Big looks so funny!"

"My butt hurts from laughing!"

"It's a stomachache, idiot, the last time you were hunted was where you got an arrow in your ass!"

Cheerful laughter rang out in the mountain temple.

These five young figures are also five foxes.

Thirteen Xiaobao is the fattest, with red and white fur, and a small white cloak draped over his back, on which are written two twisted numbers "Thirteen" in charcoal wood.

Next to him was a little white fox, with big eyes, full of spirituality, and a shabby red belly pocket tied to his chest.

It's just that the belly is a little too big, so it is tied with a straw rope around the waist, which looks like a fashionable backless short skirt.

"Don't laugh, be serious, I'm telling a horror story!" Mr. Big picked up a branch at hand and tapped his chair three times to signal silence.

But it didn't have much effect, until a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared.

The faces of the little foxes, who were still rolling on the ground with laughter, suddenly froze, and all of them showed frightened expressions in their eyes.

"Brother Thirteen, it's thundering. The little white fox blinked with bright eyes and a cute face.

"Don't panic, little white sister, if you're scared, hold me tight. Thirteen Xiaobao patted the dust on his buttocks and stretched out his hands towards the little white fox.

But the little white fox did not throw himself into his arms, because Mr. Big stood up at this time, looked at the wind blowing outside the temple, and frowned slightly.

"It's going to rain, come back with me. ”

"Mr. Big hasn't told a story yet!" Thirteen Xiaobao's hands froze in front of the little white fox, not very happy.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Big will tell us a story?" said the other little foxes.

"Whoa!"

The raindrops of beans fell, knocking on the wooden windows and making a crackling sound, and the dim oil lamps were blown out by a gust of wind, and the temple was plunged into darkness. (Emphasis added, the lights are blown out here.) ）

The expression on Mr. Big's face changed for a moment, and he sighed again: "Okay, then I'll tell you the story of this mountain god stone statue, and go back when the rain stops." ”

"Great!"

The five little foxes cheered in unison.

Thirteen Xiaobao took advantage of the situation and stretched out his two paws to the little white fox, wanting to hug the little white fox to celebrate, but the little white fox flexibly dodged away and kicked him in the face.

"◔‸◔???" Thirteen Little Treasures.

"Actually, this story starts with a peerless genius of our demon clan more than three hundred years ago, her name is 'Chen Xuanji'!" Mr. Big's voice sounded slowly.

"Demon God Xuanji?!" all the little foxes' eyes widened.

"That's right, it's the demon god Xuanji, she was born to be able to speak, she could read through ancient books at the age of three, and established the cultivation system of 'spirit demon' at the age of ten, at the same time, she also made a good dish, invented all kinds of spices, and taught us to sew and weave clothes, reclaim wasteland, and even the oil lamp in front of us was invented by her......"

"Under her leadership, the rapid development of our demon race, but also caused the fear of the human race, the two races finally had a big war, the strongest 'Daozong' masters of the human race all fell, and our demon race's 'great sage' was also killed to the left, the two sides fought for half a jiazi, just when we were about to win, the emperor of the human race suddenly sent a messenger to the west to seek Buddhism, Buddhism took advantage of the situation to join the war, our demon clan was attacked on both sides, and the demon god Xuanji was sealed by the Buddha Gate. ”

"Damn!" the Thirteen Little Treasures waved their little paws angrily.

"Mr. Big, I have heard the story of the demon god Xuanji told by my mother, but does this have anything to do with the stone statue of the mountain god?" The little white fox opened his big eyes and showed a puzzled expression.

"Of course it has a relationship, after the demon god Xuanji was sealed, there were rumors that only Buddhism could suppress the demon clan, for a time the people of Middle-earth were to the Buddha, and the temples were widely repaired all over the country, and it didn't take long to trigger the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, in just two years, the ancient Taoism was burned down, and the Buddhist temples were also seriously damaged, and when the emperor of the human race woke up, it was too late, for the town of my demon clan, only Confucianism could be greatly revitalized, and now more than two hundred years have passed, there are Confucian courts, there are warlocks to supervise the national movement, there are martial artists holding guns and horses to fight on the battlefield, and the Taoist sect has no ancient origin, the foundation has been destroyed, no one cultivates the Tao, and this mountain temple is naturally no one to repair。 ”

"I see. "The little white fox seems to be enlightened.

"Mr. Big is lying, where all the ancient books of the Taoist Sect have been burned, I remember that there is a copy of the Ancient Books of the Taoist Sect in the clan!" Thirteen Xiaobao retorted unconvinced.

"Shhhhhhh

"Shou...... Night's Watch !!"

"Scared!"

"Woooooo

Hearing the words 'night watchman', the faces of the little foxes who were still smiling on their faces, including the thirteen little treasures, changed.

"I'm afraid ......," the little white fox shuddered.

"Don't be afraid, what night watchman, as long as I am here, even the 'Huang Yuanyuan' on the 'Yellow Skin Ridge' can't bully you, come, little white sister, open your arms, hold me tightly, don't let go!" Thirteen Xiaobao stretched out two chubby paws to the little white fox again.

The little white fox subconsciously raised his feet.

"Click!"

At this moment, a slight noise came from the temple gate.

This is the sound of a tree branch being trampled on, and although it is a rainy night, it instantly arouses the vigilance of the foxes, because it means that something is approaching.

"Bang!"

The dilapidated temple doors were pushed open.

Rain mixed with leaves blew into the temple.

A figure wearing a hat on his head and a black night robe appeared at the temple entrance.

He carried a black wooden box behind his back, under which hung a long sword, and a black cloth flag with a height of one meter was inserted on it.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

Shine out the eight big white characters on the black cloth flag.

"Patrol the mountains and keep vigil, and all evils retreat!"

......

......

[23rd year of the Tianwu calendar, February 2nd]

My name is Yan Ruyu, I am fifteen years old, today is the first day of my crossing, I am very excited, because I saw a handsome beautiful boy in the river.

I just don't know what kind of system I'll get next? Anyway, it's good to look forward to, and whoever can cross it, which one will have bad luck?

......

[23rd year of the Tianwu calendar, February 3rd]

Today I went to the house of the widow Zhang on the other side of the door to eat, and she happened to be taking a bath at the age of twenty-three.

This kind of thing forces the physique, I think I am the child of destiny!

and so on!

......

[23rd year of the Tianwu calendar, February 4]

Keep waiting for the system!

......

[23rd year of the Tianwu calendar, February 8th]

A week passed, and the system still didn't come, so I decided to do something about it, after all, my nine-year compulsory education was not for nothing.

In the dead of night, I quietly wrote the first poem of my new life, "Will Enter the Wine", on the bulletin board at the entrance of the village, and left my name.

Tomorrow I should be famous in Taoshan Village, right? No, I should be famous in Guangshui County, or even Shangdang County, Luzhou, and Tianwu......

......

[23rd year of the Tianwu calendar, February 9]

I was beaten!

The person who took the lead was Chen Laosi!

This group of Diao people!

The gentleness and kindness on weekdays, as well as the gentleness and elegance, are all pretended!

They actually said that my words were so ugly that they insulted the sage poems, and they also said that I had written several wrong words, and the biggest crime was that I blocked the notice on the bulletin board.

......

(New book set sail, ask for rewards, ask for collections, ask for recommendation tickets!ask for everything !!)