Princess Weixiang, who came from the border city of Ci'en, has been crazy for the past two days. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWho doesn't know who in this Xuantian City doesn't know? Everyone knelt on the ground and listened. No matter whether there are any orders in the clan or not, no one will ask for that boring.

As a result, Wei Xiang got the inside story that she couldn't have known. It costs a lot of money to see how the criminal department asks for corpses, and even so, the people in the city flock to it. She didn't care what that incident meant to the people, she only knew that the excitement that everyone wanted to see must be different.

In that case, how could she be missing? She came with Grandpa Fuming, who was a mortal god. When she thought of the word mortal god, she thought of Grandpa Fuming's tattered clothes. It's not that she dislikes Grandpa Fuming's clothes that have lost the face of mortal gods, but that clothes remind her that Grandpa Fuming is the poorest god.

She wasn't worried at all about whether Grandpa Fuming could come to the hall to have a look, people are clan gods, and there are always some privileges. But what about herself? She thought about it, and still touched the small pocket she carried with her, which contained the treasure that her father had given her when she was leaving. Is it worth it to ask the corpse for a look, to be a thing handed down by this ancestor?

After thinking of countless reasons, but unable to convince himself, Wei Xiang sat helplessly on the steps of the house that he didn't know who. Holding his chin with his hands, he watched the people coming and going on the street, and his heart was empty. She has never panicked since she was a child, in fact, she has said countless times that her lies have been exposed by her father, which makes her extremely resistant to lying. She no longer wanted to stand stupidly in front of her father, waiting for him to reprimand.

Who is she? She is the only little follower of the mortal god in the clan! Yes--Wei Xiang's eyes lit up, and he remembered that his father had said that she would follow Grandpa Fuming wherever he went. Now that Grandpa Fuming is going to the hall to have a look, how can he be turned away?

"Princess Weixiang?"

An old man's voice sounded behind her, Wei Xiang was startled, jumped down the steps, and turned his head to see an old man with gray hair and a thin face looking at her with an embarrassed smile.

"You are?"

"It doesn't matter who the old decay is. But is Princess Weixiang worried about Yuanshi?"

Wei Xiang was startled, but in an instant, her divine sense wrapped herself, and even in the soul lake, she also inspected it, but she couldn't find a trace of unfamiliar breath. She wondered, "How does this grandfather know what I think?"

The old man suddenly said: "At this moment, the people of Xuantian City are rushing to tell each other, most of them are raising Yuanshi, where do you not know?"

Wei Xiang unceremoniously glanced at the old man with his divine sense, but he was even more puzzled: "But, you don't have a trace of mana, you-are a mortal?"

The old man nodded and said, "There are many things in the world that do not require the use of divine sense or mana. Although the old man is a mortal, he has an extraordinary name, Xuanmu. I can see the wonders of the world that even God can't see. ”

"Are you an old monster in the auction house?" Wei Xiang knew that he was speechless, and he covered his mouth and laughed, but he didn't know how to explain.

"That's right, old monster, I've lived for eleven thousand years. I have also experienced the affairs of the Xuantian Clan, but I am only a mortal. ”

Wei Xiang, who covered his mouth, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth and asked urgently: "That-how can mortals live for so long?"

"It involves the secrets of the clan, and the princess still doesn't know it. It's just that I want to help you by chance today, but I know that you, as a princess, will definitely refuse. ”

Wei Xiang hurriedly waved her hand, and was about to say that of course she would not refuse, she was the most lacking in Yuan Shi. Who knew that Xuanmu immediately said: "However, I have a good idea." If you can ask for a true handiwork of all gods, no matter how many yuan stones, the public director will take it. ”

"Words?" Wei Xiang couldn't believe that the human race would care about those useless things, what was he going to do? In just a breath, she waved this doubt out of her mind, and immediately said: "However, grandpa never writes." She wanted to say that her grandfather's handwriting was ugly, but in front of outsiders, she offended her grandfather by saying so.

"It doesn't matter, it's a deal between you and me, but it's a friendship between me and the gods. As he spoke, he took out a stack of bills and handed them to Wei Xiang, who was at a loss, and said: "After the matter is completed, you will hand over the authentic handwriting to the Xuanmo in the Si Jian, and when the time comes, he will exchange these bills for yuan stones for you." But don't worry, that seat is a sky-high price, and the yuan stone in your hand is enough. With that, the old man turned and left. The stunned Wei Xiang felt that the old man was not like a mortal at all, but like a fairy, and disappeared into the sea of people lightly, and the bustling flow of people was as if he couldn't see him.

When the three clan gods found that the officials of the old city were fine, they knew that the sacred tree had no malicious intentions, so they withdrew one after another. Thinking that there are still three people in this clan to decide, none of them is easier than mortal gods. In a few days, Kao would send a message back, and Xuan Fu remembered that the last time he came back was three days ago, presumably the army had already entered the Forgotten Worry Mountain at this time.

The gods listened to the report of the hermit of the temple from the main to the second, and they all became interested in the public court tomorrow. Compared with the future, the old city officials who are single-minded and dual-minded do not feel anything about the little mortal gods. The old city official listened to Wei Xiang's report, retracted his gaze in the void, and said with a light smile: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop." ”

Anluo didn't understand, Enya was strange, and the dead tree was shocked. The three of them dispersed their divine consciousness at the same time, and when they saw that the person who came was just a female monk of the Sword Master Realm, they lost interest. With puzzles in their hearts, they each withdrew their divine consciousness into the towering rocks like a forest.

Wei Xiang stepped forward and whispered, "Grandpa Fuming, what do you mean?"

The old city official just shook his head, and thought again: "Is it a coincidence, or—" The old city official didn't have time to think about it, and asked for pen and ink, and it was a big picture.

Wei Xiang was stunned, and she asked, "Grandpa Fuming, do you know how to write?"

The old city official smiled and said: "Why is it just writing? When I met a strange person, although I didn't know his name, it must be that Xuanmu." A descendant of the ancient human race, I really don't understand that a single word can make him so embarrassed. Then he said, "Since you have obtained the Yuan Stone, you will share some with Grandpa." It's up to you to take my place. ”

"No, no one can change the rules of the clan, and if they can't do it for them, even the clan gods. ”

The old city official said angrily: "What if that clan god is on the verge of life and death?"

Wei Xiang was so frightened that she couldn't speak, no matter how she looked, she couldn't see that Grandpa Fuming was sick, so she stretched out her hand to touch Grandpa's face.

At this time, the old city official suddenly said: "Let her go! ”

Wei Xiang felt that her hands and legs were cold, listen to her grandfather's meaning, there is a third person here? As soon as she thought of this, she heard a woman say: "This soul lake is good, it can be picked and repaired." A hand like a blue mist protruded from Grandpa's forehead.

The old city officials were in a hurry, and the fog disappeared into the void in just a thought. However, even the untouched impact made Wei Xiang faint to death.

Enya was surprised and inexplicably said, "What a powerful rule power, where does it come from? Why don't I feel anything?"

The dead tree said, "Where else can it come from? From these towering rocks! An Luo, have you ever felt it?"

At this time, Enya realized that Anluo's forehead was full of sweat. Surprised: "Are you mortal?"

An Luo said angrily: "This is the soul of a mortal, it is all a good thing that you have done, he can't control you, so he borrowed my power." ”

Enya didn't care about him as Anluo thought, and said to the dead tree suspiciously, "Why doesn't he use the power of the dead tree?"

The naked old city official leaned against a towering rock and said in a long voice: "I can't care so much, that little girl is the person who has accompanied me all the way, and this so-called road to becoming a god is only known to her." ”

An Luo said: "Then what are you waiting for? Won't no one know your secret by killing her?"

The old city official shook his head and said, "Is it possible that more people will be sacrificed to reach the top, even if it is because of his own secrets?"

Enya slapped An Luo on the forehead, who expected, it was just a normal move in normal times, but it would cause great damage to An Luo. He watched as the hand fell, but there was nowhere to hide. However, Enya found her palms resting in the void. It's that power just now, this power is so powerful in the soul lake, she can't figure it out, can the power of faith be exerted outside the soul lake and the power is not reduced?

The two exertions of power made the old city official a little prostration, and even his soul body felt that fatigue was invading him. He still beat his spirit and said: "When I was very young, my mother told me that I must be a powerful person in the future. You know, with a down-and-out family, that can't happen. Fortunately, my parents died early, and no one nagged in my ear about those useless things. And now, I wish they could live, even if I listened to me, your son could become a god! even if it was an impossible god—a mortal god!"

The old city official tilted his head and almost fell asleep. He cheered up again and said, "There is no resurrection after death. I have seen too many lives and deaths in the border city of Ci'en, and on the battlefield, even if there are people around me who still have a breath of air, I have to carry them on my back for hundreds of miles and return to the city to rescue. At first, I couldn't see the dead, I was afraid. I always felt that when they dreamed back at midnight, they would float out of the sacred tree and come to me to confide in me. Because of fear, I had countless nightmares in which they were roaring at me: Why leave them alone! If I had gone up and not let fear fill my heart, they might not have died. ”

The old city official gasped: "For the next few decades, I will look at the heavens on the city walls, and watch those young beings walk in front of me. I feel like that's what I want, and I don't want war. War is a man-eating devil and a soul-eating nightmare!"

As if he had forgotten that he was tired, he struggled to get up from the ground, tears shining in his dry eyes. He punched Wei Yan at his side, unaware of the consequences of his actions. He slowly took two steps forward and said lightly: "I never wanted to become a god, but the border city needs a god, and they need a dead person to live in their hearts! What is left behind is nothing but a mess above the incense case, an invasion that they cannot resist on the Mountain of Forgetting, and the sadness and loneliness after the loss of their loved ones! So, in the City of Mercy, the old man and the child go to war, the woman becomes a tool for childbearing, and the city lord can only pray for everyone every day, which is meaningless! They need God, even if it is a small victory! So, I have come, I have come all the way from Mercy, this way, my heart is hopeless, and I have only one dream, which is to become the emotional sustenance of those people! However, when I came to the clan city, I changed my mind, and I didn't want to die. ”

"One day, I found that my dream had been shattered, and that strange world had crumbled into such a world. It's all illusory, I'm a mortal and don't understand. Can any of you explain it to me?"

"It's the power of despair!but—" Enya hesitated, "When they fill every corner of your soul lake, it's your time of death! ”

Dead Tree said: "Listen to me, this is not the power of despair, in fact, there is no despair in this world. When have you ever despaired?"

The old city official shook his head.

The dead tree smiled: "That's right, this is the power of faith!"