Yin Mountain.

Somewhere on the peak, Ying Long was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock, looking at the pitch-black earth with an expressionless face. He couldn't remember how many years ago the battle had been. 3,000 years, or 4,000 years? Even, it's almost 10,000 years? Maybe I'm too old and I've experienced so many things that I can't even feel the passage of time.

In the midst of sighing, a voice suddenly came from behind, saying, "My lord, the demon committee has sent someone." ”

"The Demon Council?" Ying Long turned his head, took a token painted with waves in his hand, flipped it on his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Since the chairman took office, he hasn't contacted me for hundreds of years." If I'm not mistaken, this year's president is Keming, right? ”

"Yes, President Bao Keming, the ontological beast roe deer owl, do you remember his name? I thought you forgot, you recommended him to the Demon Council more than a thousand years ago. The person who came handed the letter in his hand to Ying Long, and said with a smile: "Since you retired, the two presidents in succession have been spirits, and in retrospect, the abilities of those two are really average, and they have sent people to Yinshan for help." Obviously, he was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the previous two presidents often came to disturb his own adults, and complained casually before saying: "This President Bao is quite capable, and after taking office, he has carried out a series of reforms drastically, and now even the high-speed rail has been built to our mountains and seas." He had never come to him before, except for sending people up the mountain to send a salute during the New Year's holidays. I think something big must have happened this time that he had to send someone over, right? ”

Ying Long smiled and said, "You speak for him." ”

The person who came knew that he had a lot to say, and he didn't dare to disturb Ying Long to read the letter, so he stood aside with a smile.

There was a lot of content in the letter, Ying Long lowered his head and flipped through it, looked at it, and suddenly moved slightly: "Chixiao Sword? As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, counted his fingers, and sighed lowly: "At this time, this world is also a chance...... I think the time has come. ”

"Timing?" The person who came only heard the last sentence clearly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and at this time he had already guessed who Ying Long's word "timing" was for, and couldn't help but confirm to Ying Long: "My lord, you mean ......?"

Ying Long bowed his head, turned his head and ordered: "You go and call Ah Luan." ”

"Yes!" The man answered and quickly turned away.

The footsteps faded away, and the night breeze caressed it, blowing the tips of Ying Long's hair a little, and then slowly hanging back to his shoulders.

The surroundings slowly fell silent, the sound of insects, birds, gurgling water, and the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops all slowly disappeared, and Ying Long seemed to be in the wilderness of time, waving away the red dust, just quietly waiting for a start.

Until a clear male voice broke the silence, a young man laughed loudly: "Uncle Yinglong, are you looking for me?" ”

Ying Long turned his head and looked at the young man behind him.

The boy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and his long red hair was loosely braided at the back of his head. He is tall, has a delicate face, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and he smiles when he is not smiling. Maybe because it hasn't fully grown, there is still a bit of neutral softness between the eyebrows, but it has a youthful sharpness that is full of energy. At this time, seeing that Ying Long just looked at him quietly and didn't speak, his eyes rolled, and he raised his hand to argue: "I've been staying in the mountains recently, and I definitely haven't caused trouble." ”

After speaking, he peeked at it, and saw that Ying Long looked noncommittal, and hurriedly went to pull the alliance again: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Liuliu...... Huh? After looking around for the white-headed kitten, Zhu Luan's eyes rolled, and he said with doubts: "What about Liuliu?" ”

"You two are jumping up and down all day together, and you're asking me?" Ying Long laughed out loud, looked at him for a long time, sighed slightly, and asked, "Do you want to go to all the cram schools?" ”

"It's been done a long time ago. And those classes are really simple, you don't need to register for classes at all, just flip through the materials and memorize them. As he spoke, the young man took out a red notebook himself, proudly opened the side that said "Human World Access Qualification Certificate" and handed it to Ying Long: "Look, I took the admission card yesterday." ”

The admission card is a thing like a graduation certificate, the front is separated, and the inside page reads the human world access qualification certificate on one side, and the subject and name on the other. There is a large horizontal line on the bottom of the access card: According to the relevant provisions of the "Regulations on the Management of the Human Realm of Demon Beasts", after review, Zhu Luan qualified for admission and was allowed to enter. The far right of this line is stamped with a steel seal, and the issuing unit has the words "Demon Beast Management Committee".

Ying Long has been living in seclusion in Yinshan for a long time, and he hasn't seen these new and strange things for a while, so on a whim, he took it and took a few more looks. I saw that Zhu Luan was written on the name column of the admission card, but there was no writing in the column of the family, but a golden sign was pasted.

"Yo, now you can even set permissions for documents?" Ying Long smiled and muttered, stretched out his hand and brushed it on the document, and the golden symbol spun on its own, slowly, from the chaotic golden ink dots, into the shape of a gossip, and in the middle of the gossip, a coiled black dragon also bulged out little by little. In the next second, the black dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of ink, which was spelled out into a line of small characters after falling on the paper: Phoenix Family, extremely rare.

Ying Long guessed correctly, this is indeed a special symbol specially made by the Demon Committee, and only when the management level reaches a certain level within the Demon Committee can the words behind the family be seen. Although Ying Long is no longer the chairman of the Demon Committee, for him, this level of magic is just pediatrics.

Speaking of which, the original intention of this design was actually to disguise the identity of the divine beast, and the reason why the divine beast family was hidden was caused by the great war that year.

In a big war that year, the number of divine beasts in the mountain and sea realm decreased sharply, and now there are only more than 3,000 of them recorded. Coupled with the difficulty of reproduction, the birth rate of newborns is extremely low, and almost all of the mythical beasts with their own special attributes are on the verge of extinction. Don't talk about far, just say that the "Liuliu" that Zhu Luan was looking for just now is the only tengu in the world today. And Chenghuang, who can "increase life expectancy by 2,000 years", and Lushu, who can "make children and grandchildren prosperous", have long been genocided.

Therefore, in order to protect these divine beasts and avoid the idea of people with special attributes to fight the divine beasts with special attributes, this hidden device is available, although the effect is limited, but it is better than nothing, and it is an extra layer of protection for the already scarce divine beast race.

"Isn't it fun? …… Okay, give it back to me! Zhu Luan snatched the documents back, approached Ying Long and asked with a smile: "Uncle Ying Long, you let me take this test, are you finally willing to let me go down the mountain?" After speaking, he stared at Ying Long with blazing eyes, and when he saw that he did not deny it, he immediately cheered, and then remembered his painful experience of being "suppressed" several times over the years, and muttered in a low voice: "I knew that I could go out with a certificate, so I wouldn't have worked so hard......" Halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized that he had missed his mouth, and quickly stopped talking, coughed dryly and looked up at the sky.

Ying Long was angry and funny, and he slapped him twice, but at this time, he didn't have time to settle the little mess he made from time to time, so he could only look at Zhu Luan angrily, and said helplessly: "I want to let you go down the mountain, but I don't want you to play." ”

As he spoke, Ying Long suddenly raised his hand, and Zhu Luan only felt that a colorful streamer suddenly exploded in front of him, and when he looked at it again, there was already an extra cold sword in Ying Long's hand.