Ji Ru took Jiang Ze back to the small mountain village several times, and it was already past dinner time, and there were many lonely lights in the mountains.

The people in the village had nothing to do after dinner, and gathered at the entrance of the village to cheer for home, and the mother and son returned home with strange eyes.

After Ji Ru walked over, there was a discussion behind her back.

"Yo, it's really unfortunate that the dead husband is stupid and the son is stupid, and it's so unlucky to run into them when you go out. "Although the people in the remote mountainous areas are simple, there is no shortage of bitter and mean people.

"Less yin and yang, it's not that people don't want to remarry you at the beginning, so you are so sarcastic. You deserve to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!" the village women's director rebuked angrily.

The person who spoke before wanted to speak and stopped, but he was irrefutable, embarrassed, and had to go away in anger.

"It's a pity, a child who is so sensible, if he hadn't had such a disease, I'm afraid he would have been on the rise by now. The old man who killed the pig had some friendship with the ancestors of the Jiang family, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I hope their mother and son will come to the bitter end... ”

Although the people in the village didn't say it to their faces, the rumors behind it also more or less reached Ji Ru's ears.

With his eyes behind him on his back, Ji Ru grabbed his son's hand and quickened his pace. No matter what Jiang Ze becomes, it is her only sustenance.

The grandmother next door sat at the door shaking a pu fan to enjoy the coolness, the old man was a hundred years old, he was a little senile and demented, and he couldn't even recognize his son and daughter on weekdays, she beckoned to Ji Ru's mother and son who were approaching: "Jiang Ze little doll, school is so late today? ”

With that, he got up and staggered to find Bai Bao.

Ji Ru hurriedly helped her sit down, "Grandma Li, no need, we've eaten." ”

"Oooh. With that, he lay on the chaise longue and looked at the elongated shadows of the dusk.

Grandma watched Jiang Ze grow up, although she has many children, but except for the New Year's holidays, the children basically do not come to the door, and they do not plan to go to the city after suffering from Alzheimer's, and the elderly live alone in the village.

Before Jiang Ze left the village to go to college, he often helped his grandmother, so the old man treated him more dearly than his own children.

After Ji Ru's mother and son left, Grandma Li seemed to have regained her sanity for a moment, looked at Jiang Ze's back in a daze and said, "Demon, demon..."

As usual, as soon as Jiang Ze got home, he fell asleep. Ji Ru sighed, after leaving for a few months, the house was already full of dust, and after settling down, Ji Ru cleaned up the house inside and out, fed her son medicine, and washed and slept after eating something casually.

That night, Ji Ru was in a daze and saw a figure standing motionless in the courtyard, looking up at the moon in the sky, standing with his hands in his hands.

She was very scared, holding the knife hidden under the pillow, there were many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and she was the only weak woman in the house, and the thieves and gangsters would naturally be more blatant, so she always had a firewood knife to defend herself.

She trembled and walked to the window, turned her head to see that the door of Jiang Ze's room in the side room was locked, and when she saw that her son was fine, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Who is it?! Get out quickly, otherwise the knife in my hand is not welcome!"

Although his mouth was so strong, his hands trembled unobediently.

"Mom, it's me. The dark shadow in the courtyard said lightly, the voice was so familiar.

When, on a noisy late autumn night, the insects were chirping, but at this moment, Ji Ru's mind was blank, and the sound of the firewood knife landing was very abrupt.

For the first time in two years, Ji Ru heard her son speak.

Jiang Ru desperately opened the door, rushed to the figure, hugged him tightly in his arms, and said excitedly: "Ze'er, mom isn't dreaming, is your illness cured?"

"Well, it's okay, I won't let my mother worry about it again in the future. ”

Jiang Ru couldn't cry, and a thousand words seemed pale and weak at the moment.

After a long time, Jiang Ze said softly: "Mom, go to sleep, I want to stay alone." ”

After patting her mother's back, the true qi transitioned from her fingertips to her mother's body, nourishing the depleting blood veins step by step, Jiang Ru only felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep peacefully in less than a moment.

Sending his mother back to the room and covering the quilt intimately, Jiang Ze returned to the courtyard and looked up at the full moon in the sky, with a red glow in his eyes.

An amazing thing happened, the bright full moon turned into blood under Jiang Ze's gaze!

A red moon in the sky.

"Come out, it's time to talk. Jiang Ze said. However, there was no one around, not even ghosts.

In an instant, a pale red phantom floated out from Jiang Ze's body, condensing under the reflection of the red moon.

This man has no head, with milk as his eyes, his umbilicus as his mouth, and he holds a sharp axe on his left and a shield on his right. The blood and qi around the body are exactly what the mythical Xingtian looks like!

"Junior, I have lost my sin, and I hope to be forgiven. Xingtian clenched his fists and said, his voice was like a flood of bells.

"To put it bluntly. Jiang Ze said, the qi is connected, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of the image of Xingtian.

"Ahem... That's the case, I'm sorry, young man, I hope you'll forgive me. Xingtian grabbed his head embarrassedly with his axe-wielding hand, but he didn't have a head and couldn't catch anything.

Xing Tian said: "Back then, I fought with the Yellow Emperor in Changyang, and was beheaded and buried under the mountain, and the fighting spirit has not been wiped out for thousands of years. Two years ago, on Changyang Mountain, I sensed the pure bloodline of Emperor Yan, so I attached myself to you, and I will report to the Shennong clan in the future. ”

"I never thought that your sea knowledge was so weak, although I restrained my killing intent, it still caused great damage to your sea of knowledge, and I can only appear today by absorbing the flower of the red moon. ”

"Don't you cultivate? The people of our Shennong clan, the little doll who has not cultivated is a hundred times stronger than you. Xing Tian asked with some embarrassment.

"Shennong clan? Do you mean the Shennong clan more than 4,000 years ago, and now it's the twenty-first century. Jiang Ze asked.

"What! It's been more than 4,000 years? So my Yandi tribe has died? Is it the Yellow Emperor's doing? One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and I have long advised His Majesty Emperor Yan not to pin his hopes on dividing and ruling and securing the world together. Xing Tian roared angrily, and the killing aura around his body erupted from anger, and the murderous aura was agitated, almost crushing Jiang Ze.

It seems that he did not know anything about what happened after the battle with the Yellow Emperor.

Jiang Ze hurriedly reassured him and calmed him down, otherwise he would soon become an idiot as soon as he recovered.

After Xingtian's mood stabilized, Jiang Ze told him about the two tribes of Yan and Huang before and after the war between Xingtian and the Yellow Emperor.

In addition to studying, Jiang Ze also has a lot of research on history, and these flood myths are naturally casually said.

After hearing this, Xingtian sighed and couldn't help himself, and after a long time, Fang asked: "That is the case, it should be full of gods and Buddhas, there are as many monks as dogs, and the primordial babies are walking all over the ground, why do I feel that the aura of this heaven and earth has become so thin, and my divine sense has swept the entire Huaxia, but there is not even a single immortal cultivator?"

"After the flood famine, the world's aura gradually dried up, thousands of years ago it gradually stepped into the era of the end of the law, the road ahead was broken, and the descendants could not continue, from the flood famine to cultivate immortals, to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and then to the pre-Qin refining qi, and then the chivalrous self-cultivation, and then the release of Confucianism and Taoism to cultivate the mind, and now, human beings have to give up the way of cultivating themselves, and turn to the development of foreign science and technology. Jiang Ze replied.

"Alas, it seems that I have overslept, the red moon is about to disappear, in the past two years, I have nourished your sea of consciousness with my divine sense, and I have given birth to a few wisps of true qi, which should be compensated for you. However," Xing Tian calmed down and said, "Although your Yan Emperor's bloodline is very pure, don't try to let me help you do anything." ”

The god of war Xingtian is still very arrogant, after all, he was the man who dared to compete with the Yellow Emperor for hegemony back then.

"If you can help me unseal the skull, I think for the sake of His Majesty Emperor Yan, I can consider granting you an overly request. Because of the need for help, Xingtian still reluctantly let go.

"As for your bloodline, alas, this heaven and earth aura... No matter how pure it is, it's a waste. Without waiting for Jiang Ze to pour out a stomach of doubts, Xingtian's figure gradually disappeared as the red moon faded, turning into a wisp of divine consciousness attached to Jiang Ze's body.

"Alas... That's it?" Jiang Ze said helplessly.

"It's hard to recover, let's sleep first!" Jiang Ze didn't want to be so much, and went back to his room to sleep.

However, there is a place where it is not quiet at the moment.

In the far north, on Kunlun Mountain, the last immortal cultivation land on the earth, a green-haired and childish-faced monk stood with his hands in his hands, hunting in his robe, letting the wind blow, looking at the red moon that was gradually disappearing in the sky.

"Senior brother, have you also noticed the vision in the sky?" asked a man with a white beard and a Taoist robe who walked out of the dark shadow.

The blue-haired monk replied, "The red moon is now, the world will be in chaos, you and I should live in peace." ”

After that, he gently shook off the snowflakes on his sleeve robe, and returned to the igloo to practice.