Mu Qing stepped forward to salute Lan Jun, he was waiting for Lan Jun here today because of the attack on Jialan by the Mandrill Clan. The mandrills have become more and more perverse and violent since they no longer have a patriarch, and I don't know where they got the poison-making methods, and the number of mountain ghosts who have died at the hands of the mandrills over the past few hundred years has reached a thousand.

There is a loophole in the waterfront barrier, and they can no longer be closed. Despite this, the waterfront area is still the territory of the mandrills, and it is their umbrella, so the mountain ghosts can't help them. Jing Mojun hated the mandrill clan to the core, and for the future of the mountain ghost clan, Jing Mojun had already planned to destroy the back road of the mandrill in the water. Jing Mo Jun planned to remove the mandrill, a cancer that disturbed the peace of the mountain ghost clan, before he died, so he secretly hatched a plan, which was known only to a few elders except Jing Mo Jun.

Lan Jun is the lord of the mountain, he is not on the opposite side of the mandrill clan, his duty is to balance the forces in the mountain, so he will definitely come forward to protect the mandrill line.

"Good day, Lan Jun. ”

"Ann. Lan Jun smiled and waved his hand at him, unfolded the fan and fanned it, looking at Mu Qing's solemn appearance, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Elder Mu Qing is waiting for Lan again, what is the matter?"

Lan Jun looked around, several mountain ghosts who followed Mu Qing on weekdays were branched out, it seemed that this Mu Qing had something to say to him.

"Lan Jun, can you talk as you go. “

Lan Jun nodded and ordered Dong Yin to follow behind him and not to approach.

In winter, the earth was covered with silver, and they walked along the riverbank, followed by the winter silver holding the stove in the distance.

"For the position of divine servant, does Lan Jun have a plan in his heart?" Mu Qing planned to talk to Lan Jun about something else before explaining the purpose of this trip, and the best entry point was the divine servant.

"The Divine Servant is not important to Jialan, and Jing Mojun is also in a hurry. But although it was a little later, Jing Mojun's vision was still good, and Elder Muqing was indeed the most suitable. I just don't know why the elder shirked it?" Lan Jun is not in a hurry, Mu Qing is obviously not enthusiastic about the matter of the divine servant, and now he must be an introduction to ask him.

Mu Qing laughed: "Since God is not a true God, why should Mu Qing bother to get into it for nothing." Mu Qing didn't have any calm intentions towards Lan Jun, he just wanted to hide his injuries just to see if Jing Mojun would really let an unknown danger exist in the Mountain Ghost Domain, and he didn't know if Lan Jun also knew about Jialan's condition.

"Although Jialan is not a god canonized in the scroll, but she has also cultivated a god body, the difference between her and the true god is only the baptism of the Tianhe River, and what is the difference between whether she is a true god or not for the current Tongshan. Since Tong Shan needs her, he must respect her and love her. ”

Mu Qing understood. Mu Qing nodded, it seems that Lan Jun and Jing Mo Jun are not all the way.

"What does Lan Jun think of the Mandrill Clan?" Mu Qing suddenly stopped and asked.

Lan Jun turned his head to look at Mu Qing, puzzled why he asked like this. But seeing that Mu Qing's eyes were firm, and he didn't show a disgusted and scared expression when he talked about the mandrill like other mountain ghosts, he had a vague answer in his heart.

"Lan has seen a lot of annoying appearance of mandrills since the day of his transformation, they have no mercy on the mountain ghosts, there is only hatred and catharsis in their eyes, and they only respect their own patriarch, whether it is the mountain lord or the mountain god, it has nothing to do with them. But even if they are not likable, they are still Tongshan mountain people to me. Compared with the mountain ghosts, although they are hateful, they are also pitiful. "Lan Jun's words are true, the existence of mandrills is for balance, and ghosts and mandrills are indispensable. Whether it is a mountain ghost or a mountain mandrill, it is the same in Lan Jun's eyes, the difference is only that one clan is normal and the other clan is crazy. If one disappears, the other cannot be left alone, and this is the rule that has been set from the beginning.

"After the heavenly punishment, the soul of the Mandrill Clan returns to the mountains and forests, and the Mandrill Clan is already exhausted, and it won't be long before they mess around. Lan Jun sighed, the disappearance of the patriarch is a herald of the demise of the mountain mandrill, and similarly, the disappearance of the mountain god is also a harbinger of the demise of the mountain ghost clan. But Jing Mojun forcibly changed this dead situation into a living situation, and I don't know if she was intentional or unintentional.

"What does Lan Jun mean is that the extinction of the mandrill is a foregone conclusion?" Mu Qing asked with a frown.

"Foregone conclusion? No, no. Lan Jun shook his head: "There is no absolute thing in the world, even if from the current situation, the mandrill is moving towards extinction, but the world is unpredictable, and no one can say whether the situation that has been achieved in the next moment will be overturned and reversed." ”

Mu Qing was silent. Lan Jun said this more like comforting him. He didn't say anything, so Lan Jun told him the answer. Lan Jun seemed to know what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask.

Lan Jun's meaning is very clear, he will not interfere in the struggle between the two clans. Just like what he has watched as a bystander for hundreds of years, the mandrill poisons and the mountain ghosts play tricks, which is more like a fight between two children for Lan Jun, no matter who lives or dies, he will not interfere.

It seems that the plan to get the mountain lord to stop Jing Mo-kun will not be realized. Mu Qing's expression gradually fell lonely, although Mu Qing is a member of the mountain ghost, but in his bones he thinks he is a mandrill, many years ago, the resentful "I am a mandrill!" words like a hint rooted in his mind, and gradually he thought that he was also a part of the mandrill.

Since the waterfront barrier was damaged, the mandrill's actions have become more frantic than ever. Such a move is more like asking for self-destruction, wouldn't they live up to Yanxiao's kneeling and asking for death back then. Mu Qing pinched his finger bones, and thought with some hatred that iron could not become steel.

"What about you, Elder Mu Qing, what do you think of the Mandrill Clan?" Lan Jun looked at Mu Qing with a smile, expecting his answer.

"Mandrill ......" Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at the smoke-colored mountains in the distance, as if he was reminiscing. On a rainy night hundreds of years ago, the tall and burly body stood in front of him, and in the darkness he felt out a faint fluorescent pearl from his bosom, he said that this bead was made by his people who climbed to the cliff and stole the blue pearl of the fallen birds, although he was very angry because of the attack of the fallen birds in the clan, but he was very happy in his heart. As he said these words, the corners of the man's resolute and cold mouth flashed into a faint smile.

"Thou shalt not perish. ”

Lan Jun was stunned and laughed. Sure enough, as he thought, Mu Qing had a deep obsession with the mandrill clan because of what happened to him when he was a child, and this obsession was not because of the mandrill, but because of laughter. The death of Yanxiao gave Mu Qing the idea that the mandrill clan could not be extinct, as if there was a thread in the underworld that connected everything and maintained the balance of Tongshan. And this line is definitely not the handiwork of Tiandao.

Mu Qing has seen the crazy and obedient appearance of the mandrill countless times, they are not afraid of death, and the series of actions seem to be more like venting. Mandrills are disgusting in appearance and behavior, and wish they were gone. Mu Qing did the same, watching them rudely play with each other throwing animal feces, hanging on trees and showing their sharp teeth to the mountain ghosts in intimidation, and their ugly faces were as unbearable as the poisonous mist.

He was tired of them, but he didn't hate them. There was a time when he was lifted from the mud by a mandrill, who dressed him in a beautiful and warm magpie coat and told him that he was a mountain ghost.

At that time, he didn't have any idea of his identity, and he didn't know what a mountain ghost was, but it was the first time someone told him what he was and where he was going. The mandrill said that he was a mountain ghost, and he asked, "What about you?" The serious expression on the mandrill's handsome face remained unchanged, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I am the mandrill." At that moment, Mu Qing's heart stubbornly had a thought: You are a mandrill, then so am I. Mu Qing wants to stay with him and wants to be a mandrill like him.

As a young man, he couldn't remember which mountain he came from, and he didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he would go wherever the mountain was full of aura, it was instinct. At that time, there would be some mountain ghosts living on every mountain, but only the Tongshan Mountain Ghost Domain, which was closest to Tianhe, had the most and more abundant spiritual energy. The mountain ghost domain of each mountain is never open to foreign mountain ghosts, so Mu Qing has never seen any mountain ghosts when he was young, and of course he has never seen a mountain mandrill.

He walked alone in the deep mountains and rivers, and the clothes on his body were stolen from the farmers under the mountain, and he did not know how to control his spiritual power at that time, and when his spiritual power was unstable, his ears would turn like leaves, and his skin would turn blue. In this way, he was accidentally met by the human race who entered the mountain, and was chased and beaten for ten miles as a monster in the mountain. The little mountain ghost has tender flesh, and he was beaten more than a dozen times by the iron tool so painful that he no longer dared to steal the clothes of the human race, so many fabrics on his body have been weathered for decades, and they are hung in tatters on his body, which cannot block the wind, but can only cover up the ugliness.

The day he met Yan Xiaojun happened to be a stage of spiritual growth in the early childhood of the mountain ghost, this stage was extremely important, and if he couldn't get through it, he would die. He huddled in a small cave near the water, and every now and then there was a ticking sound, and a drop of water fell from above, forming a small pool of water in the sunken ground beside him. He burned so badly that he heard screams and a strange "quack" sound like an animal, but he couldn't think of anything in his head for a moment, and he fell asleep again.

The cave he was in was very small, and the entrance was overgrown with weeds, almost obscuring the light. It was pouring rain outside the cave, smashing on the blades of grass to make a regular "da-da" sound, and a small wind poured in from the entrance, and he shivered and woke up from the cold.

He heard footsteps outside, and in fear of the unfamiliar, he shrank inside, carefully holding his breath, and waited until the footsteps disappeared before daring to peek out of the grass. He looked around, and the green mountains were shrouded in rain and mist, and the whole mountain forest looked wet under the rain, which made him uncomfortable. In the distance, a mountain ghost rode a red leopard running quickly through the forest, her long blue hair cutting a beautiful arc in the air, her speed was very fast, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye. He looked at it curiously for a moment, but when he didn't notice anything strange, he shrank back again.

In a mountain forest far away from him, many mandrills were climbing and jumping on the branches, holding stones in their hands to drive away the fleeing mountain ghosts. The mountain ghost fled in disarray, and the mandrill danced happily, throwing stone after stone down. After a while, an elder of the clan arrived, and he gathered the mountain ghosts together and formed an enchantment to resist the attacks of the mandrills. At this moment, in their eyes, the mandrill jumps up and down like a clown. When the mandrill saw that the stone could not hurt them, he screamed and beat his chest and feet.

"Hmph, such an ugly thing dares to be presumptuous in my waters!" A delicate female voice sounded, and a remnant whip fell, knocking down a few mandrills standing among the trees, and the rest of the mandrills immediately scattered and hid behind the trees to observe secretly.

The mushroom girl jumped off the back of the red leopard, her naked and white feet on the ground, white garlands on her ankles, and her steps were fragrant as she walked. She held a green rattan weave in her hand, and whipped it on the back of a mandrill with a "snap", and the mandrill's hunched back instantly opened its skin and flesh, and the mushroom girl saw that the mandrill dared to stare at her with its teeth, and she whipped it down again.

"Why, you dare to do this kind of dung and stone-smashing thing and don't want to smoke Miss Ben!?" "The mushroom girl stepped on the mandrill's back, leaned down and slapped the mandrill's wound with a rattan whip. "I won't give you a little color today, see if you are really a bully of my mountain ghost?"

The mandrill that was crushed to the ground let out a heavy breath from its nose and made a threatening "whin" sound in its throat. His lips rolled up and down to reveal sharp teeth, and his eyes were red and glared at the mushroom girl.

The injured mountain ghosts around looked cautiously to the side, and when they saw the mandrills being whipped, they showed a look of eagerness to try. They have endured the mandrill's behavior long enough that they cannot kill the mandrill, but they can hurt them, just as the mandrill did to them.

The mushroom girl also saw that the mountain ghosts wanted to vent their anger this time, and it was also that anyone who was chased and beaten in turns for three days would not feel good.

The mushroom girl stretched out her fingers with her green juice nails and hooked the mountain ghost cowering in the barrier. He said in a casual tone: "Come, put these ugly monsters in a cage and hang them on the tree, aren't they willing to stay in the tree, Miss Ben will let them go up the tree." ”

The mushroom girl is the third daughter of Sang Zhijun, and the rescue should have been his fourth brother Zhenlu, who hated the mandrill for a long time, so she stole Zhenlu's magpie clothes to come to the rescue.

The mandrill was hung in a cage for five days, and was also tortured for five days, and the surrounding mandrills took turns to rescue their companions but were beaten down by the mushroom girl, more and more mandrills were caught, and there were more and more cages on the trees. By the eighth day, a third of the mandrills had been locked up in rattan cages, their skins were scorched and turned open by the fire, and the blood flowing from their bodies drew twisted lines on the ground.

Seeing this situation, many mountain ghosts were already afraid, and they begged the mushroom girl to stop, but the mushroom girl made such a play just to hear the voice of the mountain mandrill begging for mercy and fear, she had already heard her father say that the mountain mandrill was brave and good at martial arts before being cursed, and the mountain ghosts were incomparable. She just wanted to see the monsters begging for mercy in front of her. Hmph, she wants to see who is really weak!

The mountain ghost in the rear knelt on the ground, and the mushroom girl frowned and looked at the people who were lying on the ground and begging her to spare the mandrill. Why is it still the mountain ghost who finally kneels down and begs for mercy!!! Her heart burned with rage, and she shouted, "Get up for me!" No mountain ghost raised his head, and no mountain ghost got up.

The mushroom girl gritted her teeth: "You are mountain ghosts! You are mountain ghosts!" Why do you have to do this, my father is like this, my brothers are like this, why are you afraid of these ugly things, why don't you just drive them out of Tongshan!?

The mushroom girl looked at her and clenched her fists. Only the weak need to kneel, and the weak will beg for mercy, and my mountain ghost will never lose to the mandrill!

The mushroom girl pulled out the jade bone knife at her waist and walked towards the mandrill in the cage.

Although the mandrill is cursed, it is still a close god. As soon as the mandrill died, a large amount of poisonous gas came out of the blood-stained body. One second the mushroom girl was still in the terror of killing the mandrill, and the next second she was choked by the poisonous gas.

Nearly fifty rattan cages hung under the tall trees, all of which were emitting smoky blue poisonous gas, which slowly rose and then dispersed with the wind, and soon spread to the entire mountain forest.

When Yan Xiaojun arrived at the waterfront, the dead mandrill had been dead for a long time. The other mandrills had already evacuated, knowing that the gas emitted from their companion's body would kill the mountain ghosts, leaving their companions' bodies to punish the mountain ghosts. The poisonous fog was about to cover the entire area, and Yan Xiaojun set up an enchantment in the area in order to prevent the poisonous fog from spreading outside the waters. He had been searching in the domain for a long time, but all the mountain ghosts had died, and none of them had survived.

If there are no survivors, even if the mandrill is the one who was tortured and dies first, but because the other mandrills did not take away the corpses of their companions who emitted poisonous gases and cause the death of the mountain ghosts in the whole area, the mandrill clan will also be punished by extinction.

The rain grew louder, and a small body fell out of the stone cave, Yan Xiaojun reached out and picked him up from the muddy water, wiping the mud on his face. The little mountain ghost slowly opened his eyes weakly, and his misty gaze fell on his face. Yan Xiaojun's expression softened, looked at the eyes of the little mountain ghost, and said happily in his heart: Fortunately, I found it.

The death of the mandrill saved Mu Qing, and in the same way, Mu Qing saved the mandrill clan alive. Since then, the mandrill kills the mountain ghost, and the mountain ghost destroys the mandrill, and there is no rule to constrain it. Now all coincidences are fate.