During the period when the little sister of the ghost king Wu Gege visited Fan Linyue's house, what did Ji Moyu, who was the god of the chair mountain, go out for.

The answer is very simple, his trip is to attend the annual meeting of the fairy world. That's right, even the otherworldly immortals like to get together at a specific place every few years to see how their friends are doing, and of course there are some necessary show-offs.

"I'll just say this, I now have thirty-nine spirit carriages under my command, and each of them is equipped with a heaven-level spirit horse, how about it?"

"Tut, so many cars are really extravagant and wasteful, do you want to occupy thirty-nine seats alone, if you have time to collect these things, it is better to use them to cultivate more spiritual power, you can see how much your current strength has regressed."

"You're burying me again! It's not me, whose car can you rub over! ”

"Yes! It's nice to have a car hahahahaha! ”

Then there was a burst of laughter, Ji Moyu sat by the window and enjoyed the time together, outside the window is the beautiful riverside night scene, a little starlight shrouded in the night like a mirror on the river, the sea and the sky are incomparably gorgeous, but for this group of gods who are not in the sky and the earth, it is not a rare scenery.

"This year's annual meeting is sponsored by Shang Yijing's kid." Someone mentioned the topic that Ji Moyu was interested in, and he looked up, and the speaker's face had an expression of longing and envy. "Isn't his business quite big?"

"It's worthy of being a Rui Beast, and it's really good to do business with mortals."

"That is, although we are already immortals, that kind of auspicious protective ability is still far inferior to him. By the way, Ji Moyu, he's your friend, right? We're still stained with your light. Everyone looked at the mountain god on the side, and Mo Yu nodded, of course he would not deny this.

"I grew up with him."

"Hey, back then, the Ghost King hunted their Pixiu clan, and now their Pixiu clan seems to be the only one left in his vein community who is still alive." An immortal explained to his companions who were not very familiar with the past. Ji Moyu tasted the dishes of this famous hotel, and felt that although these dishes were very finely made, the taste was not particularly amazing, and there was a feeling of over-emphasizing form.

"Sure enough, it's that guy's taste."

No matter what you do, you have to put the façade full first, and that's what you call exquisite. This is the favorite words in Shang Yijing's mouth in Ji Moyu's eyes.

The immortals in the venue were in groups of three or five, telling each other about their recent situation, after all, most of them were people who had lived for more than a hundred years, and everyone had experienced a lot, and they could give some suggestions for the bottlenecks they had encountered in their own cultivation.

"Speaking of which, I was suddenly a little curious. Ji Moyu, come and tell us about him back then, okay? ”

"Huh? Whose? ”

"Of course it's the last descendant of Pixiu!" The immortals exchanged heads. "Hehe, I heard that he made a lot of noise in the underworld at that time, and he was about to lift Meng Po's soup shop, as if he was looking for someone's traces, who was so concerned by him?"

"Isn't it the unlucky egg fairy who was dragged to the reincarnation passage by the ghost king."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, which seemed to be a topic that could not be touched.

"Forget it, let me tell you about this Pixiu when he was a child, after all, he was born and raised in Chair Mountain, of course, hundreds of years ago, I don't necessarily remember it very accurately." Seeing that everyone sat down and listened quietly, Ji Moyu continued: "When it was born when it was a child, its hair was not very dense, thin and small, and its relatives were afraid that it would die, so in the process of escaping from the pursuit of the ghost king, they secretly placed it in the place with the strongest spiritual power on the chair mountain......

"It's too weak to hunt alone, I feed it a few mountain fruits every day, and its teeth don't grow well, and every time I chew a mountain fruit, it emits out-"

"Goo."

Just as he was still talking about it, Ji Moyu suddenly heard a few pigeon calls in his ears, and saw a gray pigeon standing on the windowsill, the pigeon was chubby, with a red belt tied to his legs, the belt hung down, and a paper roll was tied at the end.

"It's ...... Flying Pigeon Biography? Who, still using such an ancient method of communication? Even the immortals have learned to communicate electronically......" Ji Moyu could only stop the topic for a while, took out the paper scroll and began to read, and there was only one sentence written on the paper scroll: "Ji Moyu, don't talk about those superfluous things - Shang." ”

The corners of Ji Moyu's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and it took a while to regain his smile.

"This ......"

"Wow, it looks like he's been listening to us in some way, forget it, don't speak ill of him." Ji Moyu looked around, and everyone looked at the vigorous strokes on the note with some interest, so everyone changed the topic of joy.

Soon, the annual meeting ended in this circle of immortals agreeing with each other to meet next time.