The heavens and the earth are dark, the evening breeze is desolate, and the moon is like a silver platter, hanging high in the central sky.

The night is confused, Chen Yang walks alone on the winding country road, the figure is pulled by the elder, looking up at the starry sky, the bright stars are like sapphire carving, crystal clear, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, the pale white brilliance is like flowing condensation, sprinkling a layer of silver on the earth.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the "rustling" footsteps under the feet, there was no sound to be heard, and the needles could be heard quietly.

Chen Yang, 22 years old, a junior college student in business administration and drama, has just graduated for 10 months, and is now unemployed.

In this era when a doctorate is not valuable, a master's degree is running all over the ground, and an undergraduate is not as good as a dog, a college student is like a speck of dust, and he will not necessarily make a sound when he falls to the ground.

Especially in the super first-tier cities of the imperial capital, the magic capital, and the demon capital, Chen Yang is like a small bamboo raft, a big wave can hit him to the bottom of the sea.

The local tyrant is like a cloud, the rich are like a forest, he is a small native, maybe he has several sets of demolition houses at home, each with assets of more than 100 million, looking at the sky, driving a sports car to work.

Going to work is just a hobby, to pass the boring life, to relieve the boredom of life, but it is just the icing on the cake, not a means of making a living.

In the same city, the grass roots dwell in the anthill, and the roots are deeply rooted in the dark soil, in a vain attempt to break through the soil one day and grow into a strong grass, bathed in the bright sunshine.

But even this humble wish is difficult to realize, and the cruel reality is like a broom constantly sweeping away Chen Yang's dust, closing the door that opens a little gap.

Yes, that's right, Chen Yang was set up by his best friend, buddy, roommate, and outsiders, and maxed out eighteen credit cards, and directly became a negative man with hundreds of thousands of debts.

No way, this is the standardized product in the melting pot of society, smart, cunning, insidious, vicious, steady, accurate, ruthless, friendship is nothing, righteousness is nothing, it is not as real and reliable as the banknotes in the hand.

Chen Yang was defeated, with a debt of hundreds of thousands, and ran back to his hometown overnight, maybe he would be scolded and fried with bamboo shoots, but he knew that his family would never reject him.

A long time ago, Chen Yang heard a sentence that life is to be born and live, and the period in between can be omitted.

Chen Yang used to scoff at it, at that time he was full of vigor and energy, thinking that as long as he relied on his own hands there was no threshold that could not be passed, and after crawling in the melting pot of society, he understood that this world was not so simple.

The gun is not easy to dodge, the case is even more difficult to prevent, the gentleman is hypocritical, the villain is despicable, in order to survive, a man can bend his back, a woman can untie his clothes, whose fault is not wrong, no one is wrong, this is the cruel reality, bloody general, no one can resist.

A penny is difficult for heroes, and the ancients did not deceive me.

The sheep intestine road in the countryside is winding, nine curves and eighteen bays, and there are countless dark pits on the ground, and if you are not careful, you will stumble and fall to the ground, and your nose will be bruised and your face will be swollen.

"God help me, I finally found it!" An old voice sounded like thunder, full of energy and strength.

Looking ahead, Chen Yang looked ahead, and an aging figure stood under the night, looking eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.

Through the pale white moonlight, Chen Yang could see clearly. A white-bearded old man, with tattered clothes on his body, dusty and dusty, as if he had not taken a bath for several years, thin as firewood, without a few taels of flesh on his body, but his face was full of red light, and he was full of energy, and the pair of small soybean eyes were bubbling with green and shiny light, which was very scary.

Chen Yang didn't panic when he saw this, he was born in the countryside and grew up in the fields, he has seen a lot of mental illness like this kind of elderly bachelor, he was happy when he was young, and he was desolate at night when he was old, which is sad.

Chen Yang shook his head and couldn't help sighing, he is also a fallen person at the end of the world, maybe this is a portrayal of his future.

"Young man, in the future, the responsibility of guarding this side of the landscape will be handed over to you." The white-bearded old man rushed over with an arrow, grabbed Chen Yang's right arm tightly with both hands, and uttered such a sentence without a head or tail.

Those arms were as thin as rotten wood, but their strength was not small, and Chen Yang felt as if he was caught by iron tongs, and he couldn't move up and down.

"Yes, yes, the innate body of Tude, the best choice for the inheritor of the mountain god."

"Time is running out, if you miss today, you won't know if the next time will be the Year of the Monkey."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the white-bearded old man smiling obscenely, like a wilted daylily, withered and yellow, with a big grin, a mouthful of yellow teeth exposed, and his cloudy eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was not a good person at first glance.

But fortunately, the hands like iron tongs finally let go of Chen Yang, and I saw the white-bearded old man dancing with his hands, waving his hands like a ghost, circling around Chen Yang, circle after circle......

But the strange thing is that the golden silk threads appeared from the void with the dancing of the white-bearded old man, wrapping Chen Yang into an airtight dumpling like a spider web.

What kind of mountain spirit and wild monster did you encounter, Chen Yang's heart almost rose to his throat, pounding, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat, the pupils of his eyes were dilated, and he stared straight ahead, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, a colorful brilliance flew out from the center of the white-bearded old man's eyebrows, directly integrating into Chen Yang's heart.

In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into Chen Yang's mind like a tide, and he understood it all.

This obscene white-bearded old man is actually the last mountain god in the land of China.

In the era of the end of the law, humanity and luck were prosperous, immortals and demons were extinguished, the avenue did not exist, the heavens and the earth were broken, the sun and the moon fell, and every qiē magic spell was suppressed, and the life of the mountain god was naturally not easy.

Tonight and tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical tide, the gate of the upper realm is open, and once you miss it, you won't have a chance again even after eternity.

As for what the upper realm is, it can only be said that it is not something that human beings can understand, in short, it is the cosmic latitude of the higher dimension, which is a strange world that ordinary beings cannot understand, feel, or touch.

In a thousand words, this white-bearded old man is a mountain god, and he wants to fly to the cosmic latitude of the higher dimension, and before leaving, he wants to pass on the throne of the mountain god to Chen Yang.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, such a good thing fell from the sky, and he was buried in the mortal world for twenty years, and once he jumped into the dragon gate, he became a mountain god.

"Good apprentice, go for the teacher, this side of the landscape is left to you. Remember, you must not use magical spells to do evil, otherwise even if you are in the upper realm, you will definitely come back to clean the portal. ”

The moon was high and the wind was black, a white rainbow rushed into the sky, and a lewd figure could be faintly seen flying out, rushing into a golden gate, disappearing, and disappearing.

This qiē just now was like a dream, and I looked at the white-bearded old man, what this cheap master left for him, and wanted to cry without tears.

The mountain god pearl, the essence of the mountains and rivers within a radius of hundreds of miles is condensed, the token of the mountain god master, with this thing can command the mountains and rivers, dominate the beasts, and subdue all things.

Jade bamboo slips, a piece of natural spirit jade polished, divided into pieces, woven into bamboo slips, recorded the vast sea of immortal spells.

Others, gone, the life of the impoverished mountain god began.

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