Dongluo slowly opened his eyes and looked at a white-robed man walking slowly in the distant sky.

The white-robed man was not as handsome as a human being, holding a jade hiking in his right hand, and a silver ring like a crescent moon hanging from his left ear, on which sat a golden elf with wings.

The elf clapped his hands and sang an old ballad, his singing carried a seductive power, in his song there was the tinkling of spring water, the deer sleeping on grass, the bright moon shining on the hills, the dew-stained morning, the shade under the shadow of the trees, and the glow of the sky......

On the side of the white-robed man, the aura was rich into streamers, turning into thousands of rare beasts flying around him.

Every step he took seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, one moment it was still in the sky, and the next moment it appeared in front of him.

He first came to a child who had been injured by the aftermath of the battle between Dongluo and Tiger Snake, and plucked a petal from the top of the walking stick and put it in the child's mouth.

The villagers of Qingyan Village were silent at first, and then they knelt on the ground in unison, sincerely.

In their hearts, there is no doubt that the man in the white robe will be the god. I've even seen the tiger spirit and snake spirit that I've never seen before, and now I see the gods who only exist in the myths passed down by the old people, and there seems to be nothing absurd, let alone as terrible as imagined. It doesn't look like the image of the blue-faced fangs in the temple at all.

The white-robed man raised his palms lightly, and those who fell to their knees stood up uncontrollably.

The white-robed man walked out of Qingyan Village and walked towards a messy battlefield, the snow mixed with the dirt was jet black.

He just walked all the way, and under his feet there was green grass, flowers blooming, and bees and butterflies coming from him.

It's clearly winter right now, but it's a spring weather under his feet.

Dongluo was lying in the snow with a slight breath, motionless, and the play, when it came to this part, it was enough to do it.

He also wanted to see what the god of mountains and rivers wanted to do.

Originally, he didn't want to care about the affairs of Qingyan Village, but in the world of life, suddenly, everyone has everyone's fate, and everyone has everyone's fate. Qingyan Village has it, and he also has it in winter.

In this world, regardless of whether you are a cultivator or not, who is not asking for a self-crossing, just take care of your own one-third of an acre of land, so what leisure is there to care about the frost and snow on the tiles in front of others.

But this is not the case with his winter fall, he likes to help people clean the frost and snow in front of the door, in Weicheng, and in the fifteenth lane of Kun District.

Qingyan Village can meet him is the fate of Qingyan Village, and it is the fate of Qingyan Village.

It is his fate that he can go to Qingyan Village, and it is his fate.

Dongluo pretended to work hard, and looked at the white-robed man who seemed to be also a god of mountains and rivers with his eyes open.

Qingyan Village, a white-robed man, first walked to Ba Snake's side, and said in a gentle voice: "There is not enough success, but there are more failures." ”

Even though the white-robed man was already extremely angry, his voice was still flat, and he was not happy or sad because of the good or bad of external objects.

Ba Snake opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, because he knew that the more he explained, the faster he would die.

The white-robed man raised the walking stick in his hand and pointed at the snake, and a blue-green light sank into the snake's huge body.

The injuries on the snake improved at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

The white-robed man once again used the hiking staff in his hand to point at the tiger's power, and concocted it in the same way.

The white-robed man turned to look at Dongluo who was lying on the ground like a dead corpse, and said softly, "I'm here, what are you pretending to be?"

Ba Snake and Hu Li glanced at each other, and they were all puzzled, could it be that the young man lying in the snow couldn't pretend? If he really pretended, it would be too terrifying.

Dongluo lay on the ground, still motionless.

The white-robed man chuckled and said, "Why, the young body of King Han, one of the Nine Monarchs of the Great Zhou, can't stand up straight?"

Dongluo got up from the snow with a grunt, patted the snowflakes on his body, and bared his teeth at the snake and tiger power.

The snake and the tiger suddenly stood on end, and they took a few steps back.

Dongluo looked at the white-robed man with a smile, "Dare to ask where it is sacred!"

The white-robed man shook his head, "The idle clouds and wild cranes are neither gods nor saints, and they have not yet been recorded in the landscape spectrum. ”

Every day, I follow a formation spirit master who is in a array, looking for mountains and rivers, and I still understand some of the rules of the landscape.

The landscape spectrum is a supreme existence that records the identity of the gods of mountains and rivers in heaven and earth, just like the way of heaven.

Only the gods of mountains and rivers who have condensed the godhead are qualified to be recorded in the water and water spectrum and become a god of mountains and rivers.

However, the righteous god of mountains and rivers is nothing more than a way to ascend the Shinto practice! Not every righteous god of mountains and rivers can become a god of mountains and water.

It is easy to be recognized by heaven and earth to become a god of mountains and rivers, but it is difficult to become a god of mountains and water. If you want to become a mountain god and a water god and absorb the incense of the world, you can only be canonized with the permission of the state of the herdsmen on behalf of the sky.

But there are so many countries, some high-spirited gods of mountains and rivers are naturally unwilling to be the gods of mountains and rivers in some countries, even if they are the kings of mountains and rivers in the three mountains, five mountains, five lakes and four seas, they are not very willing to do it, the strength of the country is different, and the luck is naturally more or less, and the amount of incense that the gods of mountains and rivers can get in the end is limited.

But the number of mountains and rivers in a big country is limited, the largest seventeen mountains and rivers, often in the hands of those old mountain gods and water gods, a little inferior mountains and rivers, and faced with the situation of more monks and less porridge, as long as there is a vacancy, many mountains and rivers are squeezing their heads and want to squeeze in, even if it is good to seek an official and a half position in the mountains and waters, it is better than fighting the autumn wind outside.

If it is a god of mountains and rivers, he does not have the position of a god of mountains and water, it is normal. But if it's a landscape god who doesn't even have a godhead, and he's not a god of mountains and rivers, then it's really abnormal.

Dongluo sighed and said, "That is, you are not even a god of mountains and rivers now, isn't it easy to obtain a godhead?"

"It's very easy to obtain, but there are also high and low Godheads, and Godheads are strong, so

The divinity that can withstand it is naturally strong. The godhead is weak, and he may not even be able to suppress the luck of a place. ”

The white-robed man let go of the trekking pole in his hand, and from his sleeve flew out of his sleeve, an elf with four hands holding the trekking pole in his hand.

The transparent wings fluttered and flapped, and the elves flew high and low on the side of the white-robed man under the action of the walking staff.

"As for why I'm not a god of mountains and rivers. ”

The white-robed man put his hands on his sleeves and said slowly: "Ask for it, get it." Seek it, get it. Ask for ......"

"It's better not to ask for it. ”

The slender figure of the white-robed man leaned forward slightly, and he also squinted his eyes and smiled: "I don't know if the King of Han will say goodbye today, and the mountains and rivers will meet ......in the future!"

Dongluo pointed to the people in Qingyan Village behind him and asked, "What will happen to them if I leave today?"

The white-robed man looked at the people in Qingyan Village with a gentle gaze, raised his left hand and gently grinded it, and dirt flew down from his fingertips.

The white-robed man looked down at the falling dirt and said casually: "Dust to dust, dust to dust, and life is covered under the heavy snow." ”

Dongluo took a step to the side, stood in front of everyone in Qingyan Village, shrugged his shoulders towards the white-robed man and said, "Then it seems that there is nothing to talk about?"

The white-robed man suddenly rose from the ground, standing in the void, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and said with a calm expression: "You are the king of Han, will it be too cheap to talk to me?"

From beginning to end, his attitude was frighteningly gentle. It's as gentle as a breeze blowing through the flowers.

The snake and the tiger force began to move, and the lantern-like beast pupils stared at the people of Qingyan Village, as if as long as the white-robed people gave an order, they could turn this Qingyan Village into a human prison.

In the eyes of the white-robed man, the people of Qingyan Village were already a group of dead people, so the conversation between him and Dongluo before was not covered up by the landscape formation, but really spread to the eyes of everyone in Qingyan Village.

If the people of Qingyan Village still didn't understand the situation they were in, then they wouldn't have to live, but even if they understood that the god who saved the children before was the one who wanted their lives, they could only kneel.

No way, this is the bitterness of the characters, this is the way of survival of the characters, and many times they are not even qualified to control their own lives.

The old hunter smiled bitterly, and he didn't know how many times he had knelt down in his life. Many times the waist is about to be straightened, but the legs have to be bent first.

The old hunter said to Yi beside him: "If we survive this time, you can go! I don't dare that other places will be better than Qingyan Village, but in other places, there is at least one more possibility than Qingyan Village, and become a possibility that can control your own destiny. ”

Yi nodded with tears in his eyes.

......

The white-robed man waved his hand to stop the two beasts of the snake and tiger that were about to move. Conveyed with great interest: "King Han, how about a bet?"

Dongluo replied: "Don't bet." ”

The white-robed man continued: "You won't die if you win or lose anyway, do you want to play?"

Dongluo's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's the bet?"

"If you lose, I'll let them go, but after I condense into a righteous god of mountains and rivers, you have to help me become the mountain lord of the Great Wednesday Mountain and Five Mountains. ”

"What if you lose!"

"I'm not going to lose. ”

Dongluo suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Are you a fool, or are you taking me for a fool." You're so sure you won't lose, do you think I'll gamble with you?"

The white-robed man said with great certainty: "You will definitely do it, because you don't have a choice, if you win, I will let them go." ”

Dongluo's face was very ugly, not that he didn't dare to gamble, but he didn't want to gamble with other people's lives.

But just like the white-robed man, no matter whether he wins or loses, the lives of everyone in Qingyan Village are already worry-free.

Dongluo asked, "Have you ever thought that there is another way to save their lives?" ”

"Didn't think about it. ”

The white-robed man patted the walking stick that was originally held by the elf, and the walking stick was horizontal, and the white-robed man patted the top of it again, and the walking stick went straight to the top of Hu Li's head like an arrow off the string.

"Smack!"

With a roar, a black ball above Hu Liwei's head was knocked out of the void by a walking stick. Fortunately, the white-robed man did not kill him, perhaps his purpose was just to shock the winter fall.

That black ball is the three blacks hidden in the sleeves of Winter Fall before.

Hu Li suddenly felt his body tremble a little, and he didn't know when the black ball was hiding above his head, if he hid for a long time, it would be terrifying.

Maybe he didn't know when he would die.

"It is equivalent to the perfect physique of the marrow cutting realm, I want to kill, it is a simple matter, I don't think about the road on the third day, it can't be done. Your little cultivation can walk sideways in the rivers and lakes at one point, but on this mountain, you haven't even approached the foot of the mountain!"

Dongluo squinted his eyes and said, "What kind of bet?"

The white-robed man said with satisfaction: "Since I am here for human nature, I will naturally gamble on human nature." ”

"Humanity?"

The white-robed man nodded, "Yes, humanity." Or the ugliness of human nature. ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~