Since coming to this world, Bu An has heard Song Qing say that the old gods have plagued the world until they were expelled by the sons, half of them retreated to the East China Sea, and half of them fell into the world, and the names of those old gods have long been unknown.

He originally thought that the so-called old gods were probably the city gods, land gods, and river gods, but tonight this old man came back to life when he heard the word "Cangjie", and he was obviously the legendary old god!

Since there is Cangjie, is it the old gods in ancient legends?

But how could Cangjie harm the world?

It's just puzzling.

And how did he know that he could tell his real name? Who told him that someone was testing himself?

Bu An's head froze, and he looked into the depths of the alley in surprise, only to see a vague figure flashing by, as if he didn't want to show his face, and avoided it in a hurry.

He hesitated slightly, but finally did not chase it. The ghost knows who it is, and if you catch up, you probably won't be able to beat it.

At this time, Cangjie still had his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was indescribably painful, not at all recovering the hearty pleasure of youth, but as if he suddenly remembered too many heavy past events that could not be looked back.

A sentimental Cangjie Bu'an felt more and more ridiculous.

"I've come to this point...... Cangjie let out a long breath, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Bu'an sat on the ground, not knowing what to say.

The legendary figure suddenly stood in front of him, and the shock was not much inferior to that of the time. It's just that this old god of Cangjie, not only does he have four eyes, but he is also dressed in tatters, as if he has to be reminded by others to remember who he is, and he is too depressed and miserable.

A little compassion just floated, and Bu An felt that it was wrong, since the hundred schools of thought wanted to destroy all the records of the old gods, and never mentioned their names again, wouldn't it be unlucky for them to break the word "Cangjie" and be seen?

What's more, he can absorb divine power inexplicably, and he is also a member of the gods, and this secret must not be known.

Who was the person who had just passed by in the alley? He regretted a little that he hadn't chased after him, at least for a look.

was worried, only to see Cangjie suddenly bend down, and a face with slightly rough facial features, not like the appearance of the people, came up. "Whose descendant are you?" Cangjie asked in a low tone, solemn and eager.

Hearing this question for the second time, Bu An finally understood the meaning. Since the world doesn't remember the names of the old gods, presumably only the descendants of the old gods remember.

"I'm not anyone's descendant, I'm in a bit of a special situation......" He couldn't elaborate, he could only vaguely say something, and his mind was in a hurry, trying to make up a plausible reason.

But Cangjie didn't ask any more questions, just handed the pen tube in his hand to Bu An, and shouted without saying anything: "Write a word to me!"

Bu An opened his mouth to ask something, but when he saw Cangjie's anxious expression, he stopped talking nonsense, took the pen, and wrote the word "Bu An" on the ground. Cangjie seems to be going to teach him, and Bu An is the most familiar with his name, so it is the easiest to write well.

When he put pen to paper, Cangjie explained, and said as if talking to himself: "I have no believers in Shenzhou, and there is that woman in the East China Sea who occupies it, and the inheritance of people chosen earlier will not fall to the point where it is today...... You write ...... words."

Seeing him sigh in disappointment and shaking his head, Bu Anxin said, I have written this very carefully Okay, you are too demanding. But he heard a layer of astonishing meaning from Cangjie's words, so he held back his words and tried his best to show a very sincere appearance.

"I used a side of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" to explain my intentions back then, but I couldn't convince me......" Cangjie was saying, his eyes suddenly dimmed, his skin gradually lost his luster, and his expression became extremely panicked: "Who did you just say I am?!"

Could he only remember for a while? No wonder he was so eager. While he didn't go crazy, Bu An hurriedly said, "Cangjie...... You are Cangjie. ”

The miraculous rejuvenation was repeated again, and Cangjie gasped for breath in fear, and suddenly laughed at himself: "No one in Shenzhou knows Cangjie anymore, what's the use of inheritance." Since you can tell my name, it is the will of heaven......" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a drop of clear blood came out of his finger.

Bu'an's eyes were suddenly attracted by the drop of blood that shone with a ghostly light, and that drop of blood contained an irresistible charm, like a dream from ancient times or the joy and sorrow condensed for thousands of years.

He wanted to wave his hand and say, "Can you slow down and make things clear first, don't be so brainless." ”

But he was afraid that if he delayed, this Cangjie god was unwilling to hand over this so-called "inheritance" that was obviously a benefit to himself, so he desperately held back the doubts in his heart, and watched as the bloody hand became saggy, wrinkles and spots appeared, from firm and powerful to trembling, and finally pressed on his forehead.

A faint warmth penetrated from his forehead, and in an instant, it was like suddenly stepping from a cold winter night into the bright spring sunshine, or from a pitch black water to the endless sea......

At the same time, in the middle of the original ghost qi in the dantian, an extremely tiny, golden-colored nucleus appeared.

Is this Cangjie's godhead? Bu An just had this thought floating in his mind, and suddenly his face changed drastically!

An extremely majestic and cold aura rushed towards him, burrowing into his body from every tendon and vein point on his torso and limbs in front of him!

It's ghostly! It's extremely strong! But this feeling only lasts for a moment, and then disappears!

Bu An opened his eyes suddenly, stood up like crazy, and ran hard around Cangjie, who was slumped on the ground.

Sure enough, as he expected, the air around him was still filled with ghostly aura, but it was much weaker than the majestic cold aura just now.

Ghost energy, soul power, divine power...... This is the divine soul that Cangjie handed over the inheritance godhead and scattered when the lights went out when he died!

It wasn't until he couldn't feel any ghost qi at all that Bu An gasped and stood still, looking at Cangjie with pale hair, skin as wrinkled and gray as tree bark, and his eyes drooping blankly.

He collapsed to the ground, apparently dead.

Being able to get the inheritance of the great god Cangjie, Bu'an couldn't help but be ecstatic. The spirit that rubbed in an instant was several times the ghost qi he had rubbed in the past month or so, and he was overjoyed.

But he also knew that Cangjie's dissipated divine soul was probably only one percent or even one thousandth, otherwise the volume of the dantian ghost qi would definitely not be more than the current scale.

"Great God, Great God, you have already decided to ask me for inheritance, can't you discuss with me and come again?"

He shook his head with a wry smile, rubbed off the name written on the bluestone slab on the soles of his feet, and then bent down to carry Cangjie's light-as-nothing body on his shoulders, thinking in his heart, it is a master and apprentice, and he has to find a place to bury this great god well.

When I walked out of the alley, the sky was already twilight, and the morning light reflected on the towering statue of the scholar in the distance.

"In the future, if you are rich and powerful, I will also set up a monument for you!"

Bu An added strength to his hand and ran towards the Yamen of the Seventh Division, suddenly remembering the fierce battle tonight, and he didn't know what the result was.