The boat stopped, leaning against the place where there was a smell of books—the library on Cape Island.

This is an ancient tree that has taken root for hundreds of years, and it is also the home of him and his brother.

The door was already open, and inside sat a teenager who was older than Xiang Tian.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, his eyes were clear and bright, and his square-shaped hat was wrapped around his hair, and he looked a little weak.

This person is Xiang Tian's elder brother, Xiang Xing.

He was carrying a book with a thoughtful expression.

There was a sign on the old table.

It reads, Librarian.

"Brother, I'm back. Xiang Tian sat anywhere when he entered the door.

"Anyway, Xiaotian, is it really good to pinch like this all day long?"

Xiang Xing put down the book and pointed directly at the ground, "Dirty!!"

"Anyway, no one comes to this place, even if it's pretending, and there isn't necessarily any dust. ”

Xiang Tian lay on the ground, and when he saw Xiang Xing's face flushed with anger, he bounced up again.

Xiang Xing shook his head helplessly, "Dad sent me a very strange book just now. ”

"Daddy!!" Xiang Tian's tense face was obviously a little looser, "Take it and take a look." Xiang Tian took the book and observed it repeatedly.

"Open it and try it. ”

"Try it, try it, don't you just have one. ”

"This... How.. What's going on?"

No matter how much effort Xiang Angel tried, the book did not have the slightest tendency to be opened.

"I can't even read the words on the surface of the book. ”

"It should be a certain master who instilled fighting spirit in the book, and it can only be opened if certain conditions are met. ”

Xiang Xing is well-read, and has made a guess about this strange book, but it is only a guess.

"Hey, what are you going to do, little god? ”

Xiang Tian found a sledgehammer from nowhere and smashed it on the book.

"Hehe, since you can't open it, let's have something else. ”

The moment the hammer touched the book, a powerful airflow erupted, directly ejecting Xiang Tian two meters, and the person and the book fell to the ground at the same time.

"It seems that this book is not ordinary strange, and I will return it to you. Xiang Tian picked up the book and handed it back to Xiang Xing.

What Xiang Tian didn't notice was that the barbs of the wooden handle of the hammer cut through the skin of his fingers, dripping a small smear of blood on the book.

"Indeed, it's not your stupid hat that can be opened. Xiang Xing glanced at Xiang Tian, remembered his brother's performance just now, and couldn't help laughing.

Xiang Tian touched his buttocks and laughed again.

"There is also a letter from my father. Xiang Xing tapped his finger on the table, "See for yourself." ”

"Hmm. Xiang Tian opened the white letterhead, and the familiar handwriting was visible at a glance.

Torture, God, I am your father.

First of all, congratulations to Xing'er for becoming a real fighter, Tian'er's talent has not yet been tested, and he still needs to work harder.

By the way, my beard has grown a lot, and it's really lazy not to have you by my side.

If I didn't have a mission in my body, I really wanted to accompany you in my cultivation, but this is my life, and you will understand when you grow up.

So, please don't blame Daddy.

Oh, by the way, I recently found a strange book during a treasure hunt, and I gave it to you as a gift.

Your father, Xiang Yu.

Xiang Tian's hand almost pinched the letter paper, because this person named Xiang Yu was as important to him as his own father.

Xiang Tian, orphan.

Five years ago, he was taken to live on Cape Island by his adoptive father Xiang Yu with Xiang Xing.

As Xiang Yu's son, Xiang Xing couldn't imagine that his father would leave on his own soon after, and in the next few years, the father and son could only contact each other intermittently through letters.

Xiang Yu knew that Xiang Xing liked to read, and no matter where he was, he would send back good books he found.

Lin Yue, the patriarch and supreme leader of Cape Island, settled the two in the island's library and asked them to take care of the old books every day in exchange for food and clothing for three meals a day.

Patriarch's Mansion, Memorial Hall.

The spiritual tablets of the patriarchs and elders of the Lin family of the past dynasties are placed, and it is the top secret forbidden place of the inner sect.

The only people who are eligible to enter this place are the current patriarchs.

Even the elders must have the permission of the patriarch and be accompanied by him before entering.

The strange thing is that today the patriarch and the three elders, as well as their heirs, actually gathered together.

In the spacious memorial hall, the few inner clansmen faced the rows of spiritual tablets placed in a stepped shape, the smell of sandalwood had filled the entire room, and the light of red candles reflected on everyone's faces, all of them bowed their heads respectfully and reverently.

The long-dusty windows opened, and the sea breeze sent a chill of dampness, all because the weather outside was dominated by gray, and the ink waves crashed against the trees at the edge of the island, causing aftershocks.

At the moment, no one said a word, although there were a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas on the altar, no one dared to sneak a glance, and even the patriarch Lin Yue stared at the dancer in front of him with attentive eyes, as if waiting for the answer to the question.

The dancer is dressed in a close-fitting red robe and wears a hideous ghost mask, but unfortunately she can't see any traces left on her face by the years, but what can be seen is Yingying's slender waist, revealing a moving rhythm between her cheeks and frowns.

The dancers move lightly, and the graceful curves are in full view, dancing under the interplay of light and shadow.

A dark thunderbolt fell from the sky to the sea, and in an instant, the white light engulfed everyone in the memorial hall, and the only red light that moved was the dancing body of the dancer.

The dancer's soft, slender fingers picked up a wooden tube from the altar, and as his hands swayed, the wooden sticks inside jumped with him.

The sound of "huh-h

Another thunderbolt struck, and the rumbling sound resounded in the sky, and the white light presented the panorama of the memorial hall at a glance.

Lin Yue, the patriarch of Cape Island, and the three patriarchs and their heirs were all dressed in white robes. The single red-robed dancer held a wooden tube and shook violently against a huge mural above the spiritual tablet.

In the painting, a huge bearded giant holding a three-pronged halberd stands in the center of a huge whirlpool of the sea without fear of hurricanes and thunder, and roars angrily.

This is obviously the sea god, one of the three main gods widely spread on the Chaoyang Continent.

This is the god that Cape Island worships.

Every few years, Cape Island holds a grand festival to worship with the best of incense and throw a large number of offerings into the sea to pray for good weather in the coming year.

A bamboo stick fell to the ground, and everyone in the lobby almost took a breath of cool air.

The dancer carefully picks up the bamboo skewer and looks at it in turn.

The eyes in the mask suddenly widened a little, and the bloodshot eyes were cloudy, and it was obvious that she couldn't believe the definition contained in the bamboo stick.

The demon's mask was removed, and the bundle of silver hair was scattered, neatly draped over his shoulders.

Dozens of pairs of eyes in the hall can see an old face full of wrinkles, this person is the shaman of the Lin family on Cape Island, Lin Po, and the oldest old man on the island.

The old man's hoarse voice echoed, and with each word he spat out, his face like tree bark seemed to be bound together.

"It's signed, God's wrath. Lin Po looked at the wind and clouds outside the window, and couldn't help sighing: "The three hundred and sixty-six signatures were actually drawn this year and the same as last year." A coughing laugh lingered.

Everyone looked flustered, their expressions were uncomfortable, and before anyone could speak, the old Lin Po continued to speak, "I drew the next lot last year, and I have already proposed you, Lin Yue, this is fate!!"

Lin Yue seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and hurriedly said, "It's the disciple who is confused, please let Lin Po calm her anger." Under the conditions of this generation and bad luck, Lin Yue had no reason to refute.

There was a rapid breathing in the hall, and the voice of the heartbeat was rattling, "Now, the sea god is completely angry, and the human sacrifice is impatient. The blood-soaked eyes seemed to be overflowing with red water, and Lin Po stared at Lin Yue like a sharp arrow on a target.

Lin Yue lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at Lin Po, and said yes again and again.