Mountains are yin!

Since ancient times, where there are mountains, there are spirits and gods!

Although the sun hangs high, but in the barren mountains and mountains, there is still no feeling of sweat and anxiety, but because of the dense jungle, the feeling of more shade, although there is no air flow, and the vegetation is luxuriant, but there are shrubs shaking from time to time, vaguely, there seems to be a pair of eyes peeping, but turning around and scanning, but there is no finding.

And it's in a low-lying part of a mountain forest.

A Terran boy who shouldn't have appeared in the mountains was digging behind his hands and grabbing a huge fluffy thing.

Zhang Ke skillfully clamped it into his armpit and looked down.

As expected, a black and white cat head was staring at him with heavy makeup and glamorous eyes:

"Huh?"

"Whew!"

Big struggling like crazy!

But it's so short that it's barely wrapping around the back of its neck, and it's barely making an arm to hold this one by grabbing the hair with the palm of your hand.

It is also a fragile bone that folds when it is arched.

When the anger in my heart turned into a physical action, somehow, I suddenly became weak and contrived.

It should have flipped this mortal violently and stepped on his chest to let him see the roar of the bear clan, but the voice passed through the heart and reached the mouth, but it turned into a subtle "Huh? ”

At the same time, the fragile mortal in front of him suddenly changed his painting style.

The person is still the same person, the size and appearance have not changed, but the "thin" body exudes a terrifying breath that makes the cat's heart tremble.

In the next moment, the back of its neck was grabbed and jerked.

"Roar!"

Looking at the head that lowered its head and scanned its abdomen, the big cat couldn't stop pushing with its front paws.

"Good, good, I have to see if you are a boy or a woman, be obedient, don't move!"

"Boy. Okay, it's just that my stupid cow is playful, and I can't go home when I run outside, and I met it today, and it's you! ”

Feeling the strange force disappear, the iron-eating beast violently tightened its four legs, and formed itself into a ball.

It's not that it's reluctant to run after being ravaged, but that the hand has been holding the back of its fate from beginning to end, with little force, but it is extremely skillful, and a little force makes it difficult to resist.

I just feel like my memories are rewinding like crazy.

In a trance, I seemed to see the feeling of my mother following me when I was still a bear.

No, not to be confused!

After all, its mother is not as gentle as the two bears in front of her.

Just thinking like this, I saw the two-legged bear shake his right hand, and the space in front of him seemed to be distorted for a moment, and I saw that where the five fingers were pinched, there was a dark green thing with a little blood color, exuding violent fluctuations outward.

In an instant, the silent mountain was noisy.

And the originally weak air flow also suddenly turned into a violent wind, and a large number of noisy sophistries resounded all around.

With the appearance of many spirits and ghosts, the strong gloomy aura turned into a mountain mist, obscuring the light of the mountains.

For a while, the sky was dim, and the mountains and forests here turned to dusk.

And the originally cool and pleasant temperature around it is as if it has fallen into a cold winter, plating a layer of hoarfrost on the surrounding plants and trees!

"Roar!"

The iron-eating beast, which was also aware of the fatal attraction of this thing to itself, roared angrily at its surroundings.

However, except for a few souls who were too anxious and too close to be shattered by this roar, the rest of the old weird and spirits just shook their heads slightly in place, and when they came to their senses again, they slowly approached inward.

The treasure is moving!

What's more, the spirits in the mountains, the genus of ghosts, have no self-control at all, they only know that treasures are inhabited by capable people!

Although the bear monster is strong, it is only a spirit that is hundreds of years old.

And so far in cultivation, he has not refined the horizontal bones, he has a brute force, but he does not have too many spells, he only relies on his minions and teeth to be fierce, and this place has been surrounded by them.

The reason why they didn't rush up was just that they couldn't see clearly the living people who had surrendered to the bear monster at will, out of primitive instinct, forcing them to slowly figure it out, plus everyone coveted the treasure in the hands of that person, under the eyes of everyone, no one wanted to be the leader, not only had to test the bears, but also had to be attacked by the spirits, why bother?

It's just that as the dark green aura emitted by that treasure became more and more intense, the grass and tree spirits around them took them first, absorbed a certain spiritual charm, and began to rise wildly!

At the same time, Lingyun became more and more full and strong, and in just a few moments, it filled the depression, overflowed the mountain, and spread towards the jungle in all directions.

Vaguely, the spirits could feel that in the mountains and forests in the distance, there was a terrifying aura waking up!

And the daylight that was obscured by the treacherous fog and turned into dusk was gradually dissipating from the outside in, and the place was rapidly falling towards the dark and dull night.

The overlap of the two caused the spirits to be restless.

At this time, I don't care about judging the situation, so I grabbed it quickly and fled quickly!

It's just that they made a decision in their hearts, and when they really stepped on, they suddenly realized that the distance of three or two steps was as far away as the end of the world.

There are spirits who don't believe in evil and are bored.

But there are also a very small part, this scene and this scene, like a basin of ice water from the beginning to the end.

In a panic, the greed subsided, and I turned around and wanted to leave, but I found that it was easy to move forward and difficult to go backwards!

So my heart sank.

Woe to you, it's being used as material now.

At this time, the disturbances from the outside world did not affect this person.

After realizing that he couldn't deter those greedy spirits, as soon as his head turned, the big cat turned his attention back to Zhang Ke.

In the eyes of its clever little brain, as long as the two-legged beast stuffed this good-smelling little snack into its mouth and hurriedly swallowed it in its stomach, those spirits would naturally be much easier to deal with without the source.

At that time, it was full of mercy and rushed out of the siege with the two-legged beast on its back.

"If you eat my stuff, it's my cat."

"Do you know that?"

Looking at the pair of eager beanie eyes, Zhang Ke said with a smile.

The palm of the bearskin was loosened.

The next moment, his right hand sank sharply.

The two thick bear claws clenched his palms, and the cat's head prostrate.

In the squirming, there are some punctures.

This is Zhang Ke's rough skin and thick flesh, if it were an ordinary person, the whole arm would be left with white bones in the blink of an eye!

Iron-eating beast, looking plush, docile.

But no matter how kind you are, you can still count it as a bear.

Bears, as a member of the hunters, have dense barbs on their tongues, just like the felines, and bears have tongues far more than those of the feline family due to their diet and evolutionary race.

In later generations, the longest of the bear family can protrude more than 20 centimeters out of the mouth.

Although the iron-eating beast is not as grotesque as those foreign species, it is always a bear, not to mention that after the spirit awakens its spiritual intelligence, its future cultivation, except for turning into a human form, all the cultivation and growth are in the service of the strength of the ontology.

Leave aside the weaknesses of those races and strengthen the strengths of the races.

It's just that, compared to the feline, the bear species can freely control the retraction of their barbs, so if the relationship is close, there is no need to worry about being torn by the grinding fart, at most it is equivalent to a coarse sandpaper on the body.

It's just that the iron-eating beast in front of Zhang Ke is a little younger, and he was bewitched by the bloodline token, and he forgot about this stubble for a while.

But these little things, he naturally didn't pay attention to them.

Although he changed his form through fetal transformation and partially covered his body, it was only a residual quality, and it was still not something that ordinary characters could break through, a red panda, but it was not even an itch for Zhang Ke.

"Okay, okay, this is not meat, where is there any taste to make you reminisce!"

Zhang Ke pulled out his arm from the embrace, and then wiped the fat fur without a trace, and said, "Eat more and eat less, and when you digest these, I will give you another one." ”

This is not just a casual talk, the bloodline atavism is not easy, or a little more extensive, there is no free lunch in this world!

Whether it is a spirit or a cultivator of the human race, walking on the road to strengthening one's body has to go through many tribulations.

As the stories and biographies say, the pleasure and pleasure of the body and mind during the practice cannot be said to be nonsense, but there is no doubt that they also buried many facts.

Let's take ordinary people as an analogy.

All kinds of physical fitness exercises are a kind of pressure on one's own body, when the fatigue of the body exceeds the current tolerance point and maintains for a period of time, you can feel the joy from progress!

Before that, the burning of the lungs, the beating heart, the rust-smelling breath, and the sore body were all painful feedback when breaking through the limits.

Cultivation is the same as the ascension of the bloodline.

In terms of the body, there are not much tricks, it is just the accumulation of pain levels, but in terms of the soul and the true spirit, the confusion of the seven emotions and six desires, the memories of the past, the things of dreams, and even the so-called wind disaster, fire calamity, and thunder tribulation, this is the big head!

But if there is a little indulgence and fear, the illusory disaster will turn into reality in minutes, and the cut off of the road ahead is the best result, and the vast majority of people, taking a wrong step, will be dead, and only sporadic true spirits will go to the underworld and be reincarnated.

And for the spirits, the growth of the bloodline is also very different.

Too drastic ascension, will also bring all kinds of disasters, and the most terrifying of them should belong to the inheritance of the race, a careless, can not maintain themselves, then will be replaced by the ancestors in the inheritance, transformed.

It's not that the elf ancestors are vicious.

It's purely a crushing of purity.

It's like a drop of water that falls into a glass of water and naturally becomes the water in the cup.

But if a drop of ink is mixed into the same glass of water, it becomes a cup of ink, although it is too thin to be used for writing, but the "ink" can purify itself for later rendering.

This one sneaked behind Zhang Ke's back, and the same goes for the little bear hanging on the monster.

Although it is gifted and has a trace of the afterglow of an ancient iron-eating beast in its body, it cannot carry the backtracking from the child to the ancestor.

Only a slow transition is the right way.

As for the difference between Zhang Ke's human race and the beasts, it is his wisdom and love for his juniors, he did not have such concerns about the transformation of his bloodline at the beginning, of course, it is only limited to the Fengfeng clan, or like the teacher, the person with weak desires, if he first met a co-worker, then the situation may be a little different?

But the reality is not what if!

Lives have their own inevitable consequences!

"It's not too early, it's time to hit the road!"

Saying this, as soon as he turned over, Zhang Ke landed directly on the broad bear's back.

At this time, the iron-eating beast reacted in a trance, and it seemed that he had promised something?

Although it did not answer, it was not prepared to pay its debts.

If the two-legged beast can give it delicious green tubes from time to time, then it seems quite cost-effective to walk around each other on weekdays?

Left and right, in this mountain forest, it climbs up and down every day, isn't it also for those two mouthfuls to eat?

That's it, I'm hungry for nine meals in three days!

Now I don't have to find food, and I just walk around with people on my back, which is undoubtedly too convenient.

"Uh-huh?"

"You greedy mouthful, okay, except for the things of the bloodline, I will provide you with all the food that should be eaten next to you, and give you back double portions in the mountains, how about it?"

Zhang Ke's answer made the iron-eating beast satisfied.

Carrying him, he slammed away the spirit in the valley and staggered into the distance.

Although, the people of later generations have always made fun of Rolling, and because of their lazy habits, they have forcibly turned their own race into first-class treasures!

It is also crowned with an ominous omen.

But to be honest, the mount is mostly used for transportation, and it is almost impossible to participate in fierce battles such as the ancients!

Just like the Yellow Emperor used a dragon as a horse, but in the battle of Zhuolu, there was no dragon riding.

It was a fight between the two and the middle, because you rode a weak mount, and the opponent specialized in the next three roads, how can you guard against it?

When the time comes, will you protect your mount, or will you protect yourself?

Of course, if the Yellow Emperor rides Gengchen (Ying Long), that situation is another matter.

It's like what a joke said in later generations: Lu Bu rides Dian Wei, invincible in the world!

The so-called rolling misdirection of the country is as ridiculous as the red face and troubled water, the two groups next to the teacher can't reach the front line at all during the war, and they are only responsible for selling cute treasures on weekdays.

Moreover, one thing to know is that the teacher's mount was originally a winged white tiger, but later, in order to forge the tiger spirit to achieve great things, the white tiger voluntarily sacrificed the sword, and the true spirit was integrated into the weapon

And with the back of the man and the bear gradually moving away, the chaotic wind suddenly blew in the mountains and forests, and its momentum was long, as if it was a long sigh!

In this barren mountain range, it is extraordinary to suddenly breed spiritual rhyme, not to mention that it is still something that helps to activate the bloodline.

Many spirits who were closer to the depression rushed over, but the distance that should have been reached in the whistling room became inexplicably longer, not to mention, when the force that extended the mountains and forests suddenly dispersed, they saw the back of a bear leaving.

In silence, someone's legs trembled.

Xu is old and dizzy, I can't see it really, let me polish my eyes and observe again.

Then, when I looked at it again, my body was stiff, like a dead corpse.

I'm dying, I'm cheating!

TMD, this is Kyushu, how come there are still riding iron-eating beasts after all these years?

It's a dead life!

Quick, go to Xiangdi, invite the Miao barbarians, and ask them to invite this thing back.

It's so scary!

Although, they did not personally experience that wild and bloody era.

But the spirits, the aliens, are passed down from generation to generation through the inheritance of bloodline.

The ability of the past, along with the memory, was packaged together as the inheritance of the ancestors and entrusted to them, and at the moment, there may not be someone who can effectively respond to the desperate and scarlet everything, but the deep fear that lingers in the heart cannot be faked!

Although there is no killing today, this mountain can no longer stay.

Go to find a relative first, run to the elders, and then run away.

Kyushu can't wait, and even this world may not be safe!

I knew that those Miao were restless, and they always wanted to make a big one, but they didn't think that these guys would actually revive Youmiao's family, no, to be precise, they were not reviving Youmiao, but monsters that were older and more terrifying than Youmiao!

Run, run now, and when things begin, it's too late!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The dull sound of drums came from the stockade, over the trees, over the hills.

The beasts in the mountains are running in all directions, and the spirits in the mountains are listening, their faces are gloomy, and their eyes are flashing with light and dark, and in some places farther away, over the mountains, in some Miao villages, wearing dark clothes, wearing a silver crown shaped like horns, the grandmothers either sneered, or disdainful.

Then Meng Zhou is enshrined again, but what's the use of enshrinement?

Ever since they were young, they could often hear the beating of drumsticks and the loud singing of drumsticks in the distant village, and the rich incense burning all day and night, turning into green smoke that obscured the whole mountain, and saw no result.

Even the little babies in the village know that they are abandoned by their ancestors and disgusted by the gods, but they can't understand it.

Beg?

What is the use of begging, but there is no response, but a lot of food and goods are wasted, and they are still in vain, resulting in the village not having enough to eat and not to warm up.

Originally, they had a difficult life, the output in the fields was thin, and the mountains and forests excluded them, if Meng Zhou did not follow them, the young men who went out hunting would always have one or two fewer when they came back, or they were taken away by tigers and leopards, or they were punished by the gods in the mountains.

And if it goes?

Hehe, there are not just one or two dolls and women in the village!

However, in this difficult environment, the village can still survive in the mountains, and there is still some ability, and the old Han Mengzhou's ability is indeed very big, but no matter how big it is, it will eventually become old.

I heard from the boys in my own village that the last time I looked at it from a distance on the other side of the mountain, the old thing was so thin that only a piece of skin and bones remained, as if it could be scraped away by a gust of wind.

It doesn't look like it will last a few years.

And the next generation of Wu, although it is also considered a talent, but it is not as good as the old man of Meng Zhou, and it is only two or three generations of kung fu that will be passed down!

It's a pity that a hundred years ago, if they were willing to return to the stream, give up those old goods, and worship the "Yang Gong" and "Yang Po", they only needed to cut half of the mouth, and the rest could still be sheltered, but with such a loss, the number of people there was less than 10,000, and even the in-laws couldn't look down on it.

However, the in-laws don't like it, and the surrounding village is still quite rare.

When the time comes, when there is no one left, you can pick up the rags and add a little bit of foundation to your own house!

At the same time, in the stockade with loud drums.

Behind the dancing boys and girls in grotesque masks, in an ancient and slightly dilapidated temple, several butter candles as thick as an adult's arm illuminated most of the temple, except for the few statues of the gods behind the offering table, there was no light, and the whole body was shrouded in deep darkness, and only a little outline could be faintly seen.

And under the offering table, a thin figure, whose body was already filled with a strong smell of death, trembled and took off the hideous mask on his face, as if crying, and said with a smile:

"I can't hear clearly, ancestor, I can't hear clearly!"

He is a witch in this village.

These days, the mountains and forests are restless, those spirits, and the oppression of the gods are getting tighter and tighter, and the young people who go out to hunt can come back eight or nine times out of ten, but now half of them are lucky.

And what's even more hateful is that every festival, when the surrounding villages are sacrificing, they will always lose dolls here, sometimes one or two, sometimes seven or eight.

The situation has gotten worse and worse.

But Meng Zhou couldn't help it.

He's too old and tired!

The teeth are gone, the flesh and blood are shriveled, and the once kind face now seems to be treacherous, and he doesn't dare to go outside to see the dolls in the village without a mask on weekdays.

But even so, Meng Zhou could only continue to sit here.

The next generation of witches is still too young to withstand the wind and rain in this mountain forest, but if they leave a day early, those tricks will not be merciful, and they can swallow the whole village in minutes.

With this last breath, at least, given the power of their past, those tricksters will also be worried, and they can give the dolls two more days of "peace".

This morning, in a trance, Meng Zhou seemed to hear something, but it was not real, but vaguely, he looked up and saw an ancestor behind the table suddenly flashing fluorescent.

Although it is very likely that he is old and dizzy.

But Meng Zhou still held this festival with a little faint hope.

It's just that.

Now it seems

(End of chapter)