Lan Jun felt a lot of guilt about Jialan, and Jialan's future was bound to be bumpy because of their actions, and all he could do now was try his best to make up for it.

However, his compensation is far from making up for her pain in the future.

The road ahead is too long, and let's take one step at a time.

There was a light snow in the sky, and the green mountains looked gray and misty under the gray-blue skylight. Affected by the spiritual vein, the climate change in the mountain ghost domain is impermanent, this month is winter snow, and there may be summer rain in the next month, this anomaly has lasted for many years, unless the spiritual vein is repaired, otherwise such an abnormal climate will continue.

A bird flew in, fluttering its wings around Mu Qing, obviously recognizing him. Mu Qing couldn't help but raise his hand, with a smile in his eyes, his slender index finger moved, and the spirit bird understood, slowly fell, grabbed his fingers with his claws, and then retracted his wings and tilted his head to look at him. Mu Qing looked at the bird's cute appearance, and took out a fruit to feed it. The fruit in its palm was held in its mouth, and it swallowed it with its head up. It flicked its wings, and apparently liked it.

Suddenly, the spirit bird's body froze suddenly, and the ice crystals spread upward along the bird's claws at a rapid speed, but in a moment, the bird remained dead as it tilted its head to see him wrapped in ice.

Mu Qing's hands were trembling, and the light in his eyes sank. What's going on here?

It was unimaginable that just one wound would cause such a hazard, the spirit bird was frozen to death after absorbing the spiritual energy, and Mu Qing had never had such a situation before.

The wound in his hand was left by Jialan, so it must be related to Jialan's spiritual power. And this phenomenon shows that her spiritual power may not be beneficial to them, but on the contrary, it is likely to be fatal.

Tianhe is the junction of the human world and the god world, and in ancient times, there was a Tianhe scroll that recorded the Tianhe town river god stone cold jade, extremely cold, and less spirit. Mu Qing originally thought that the meaning of "Shaoling" was that there was little spiritual power, but according to Jialan's situation, the spiritual power needed for Hanyu's growth obviously relied on the spiritual power of plundering others, and her spiritual power was not weak. Therefore, "Shaoling" refers to the very rare meaning of cold jade becoming a spirit.

So what kind of existence is Jialan?

Although the body of Jialan is a divine stone, it ...... Mu Qing looked at the wound on his hand with a complicated expression. However, Jing Mojun rushed to the doctor in order to save the spiritual pulse disease, so that Jialan became the god of Tongshan, and if he said anything at this time, it would be blasphemy.

Mu Qing didn't know that Jing Mojun let her soak the Buddha Flame Flower in order to change Jialan's physique, the Buddha Flame Flower grows on the edge of the Five Wildernesses in the extreme east, which is inflammatory, and long-term soaking will change Jialan's spiritual power, and even cause damage to her divine body.

The sound of footsteps behind him sounded, and Mu Qing hurriedly hid the spirit bird in his sleeve, and waited for the tumbling mind to calm down before tidying up his clothes and turning to look.

Out of Jing Mojun's courtyard gate, Lan Jun saw Mu Qing waiting for him on the side of the road from a distance. He didn't know much about the elders of the Mountain Ghost Clan, but he was more impressed by the young elder.

There is no other reason, hundreds of years ago, the mountain god heng jiao (heng jiao) divine power weakened, and the mountain mandrill took the opportunity to attack the mountain ghost domain, and in the western water area of the mountain ghost domain, the mountain ghosts were poisoned by the mountain mandrill and died. Huanjiao took the mountain lord Hewang Lanjun and the five hundred mountain ghosts to the west to rescue, but found that the whole of the west was shrouded in a poisonous fog, and the people outside couldn't see the situation inside clearly.

When the truss dispelled the surrounding poisonous fog and brought the mountain ghost into the western mountain gate, he found a small mountain ghost sitting on a high entrance monument, looking at them calmly with a pair of clear green eyes. The little mountain ghost is obviously young, two hundred years away from adulthood, wearing a white gold-rimmed short robe, no shoes and socks on his feet, there are obviously many scratches on his feet, and his dirty trousers are also torn in a few places, which is obviously thousands of miles away from his clean and noble shirts, and he is not afraid to see them come with a large group of mountain ghosts.

Truss Jiao took a few steps forward, and just wanted to speak, he was robbed by the little mountain ghost, only to see that he didn't look at Truss Jiao, but pointed behind him very sincerely and said: "This place has been sealed, please go elsewhere." "The immature voice is clear.

The little mountain ghost guarded the mountain pass to prevent the spirits in the mountain from accidentally entering, and the blue mist behind him was shrouded, and the smoky blue poisonous mist was forced by the enchantment to linger behind the mountain monument. The poisonous mist was heavy, but Huan Jiao felt a strange aura inside.

When he saw that the little mountain ghost was wearing a magpie robe, he thought that he was the son of Sang Zhijun in the waters, and it was also Sang Zhi's intention to stay here.

Huan Jiao's expression softened, and he asked him, "Where is Sang Zhijun?" and then saw his puzzled eyes and asked, "Do you know our intentions?"

The little mountain ghost looked at Huanjiao, played with a bamboo flute in his hand, and played for a while before saying: "I know, Grandpa said that the mountain god will come to the water to relieve the suffering mountain ghosts." ”

Huan Jiao ignored the "Grandpa" in his mouth, and asked puzzledly, "Then why didn't Xiao Langjun let us in?"

The little mountain ghost smiled, put the bamboo flute in his waist, shook his calves and said: "I'm not a little Langjun, I'm just a lonely son passing by here, Grandpa took pity on me and left me by his side." Grandpa said, if there is a mountain ghost coming, let me drive it away, Jun hurry up and take the mountain ghost behind, I still need to guard this mountain gate. ”

Huan Jiao wanted to ask again, but Lan Jun sensed that something was wrong. Lan Jun stood on the right side of the truss and said, "My god, if this son is a mountain ghost, he will definitely feel it when he sees my god for the first time, but he is very calm and doesn't feel anything. ”

Truss turned to the little mountain ghost, it was indeed a mountain ghost, he couldn't be mistaken. But the little mountain ghost faced him without the slightest fear, nor did he have the power of faith......

Huanjiao understood, although the mountain ghost sitting on the mountain tablet was different from the mountain ghost in the mountain ghost domain, he was a lonely child, probably wandering around in the mountain, and had never received the spiritual power of the mountain god, nor had he believed in the mountain god, so he had no intention of worshiping the mountain god. The mountain ghosts in the mountain ghost domain have been baptized by their parents and mountain gods since childhood, so they believe in mountain gods very much, and they are both respectful and timid when facing mountain gods. The little mountain ghost is not a mandrill, and the mandrill was not like a mountain ghost hundreds of years ago.

"What's your name?" asked Truss.

The little mountain ghost didn't answer him, and his eyes scanned back and forth at the mountain ghost behind him, as if he was estimating the number of mountain ghosts.

"Don't you want to go?" the little mountain ghost shook his thin calves, his hands propped up on the stone tablet and tilted his head to look at him. "Why not?"

When the rain fell, the little mountain ghost looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and soon regained his composure.

"There is already a dead place behind me, and if I go in, I can only wait for death. ”

As long as he wants, he can enter directly, and anyone in Tongshan can stop him. He took it slowly, but because he knew that there were no living mountain ghosts in the waters.

Juan Jiao pointed to the magpie robe on his body and asked, "Who gave you the short robe on your body?"

The little mountain ghost sniffed, changed to a comfortable sitting position, and did not answer.

"Do you know that only Sang Zhijun and his heirs can wear this dress in this waterfront? Who is the "Grandpa" in your mouth?"

The little mountain ghost was still silent, and his eyes looked at him calmly, as if he had isolated all the divine pressure of the dragon, and he was pure.

The rain was getting heavier, and they couldn't afford to keep it going. But as long as they make the slightest move, the little mountain ghost will use their spiritual power and take a desperate posture. A group of adult mountain ghosts is not easy to bully a young mountain ghost, and they can't persuade them, so they can only drench them like that.

Rain is a blessing for adult mountain ghosts, but it is too cold for young mountain ghosts.

Lan Jun saw that the little mountain ghost's lips were purple, so he threw the fan he brought with him on the stone tablet to cover him from the rain, but he didn't think that the little mountain ghost didn't appreciate it, and he didn't even look at the fan.

Lan Jun approached the truss who was standing with his hands in his hands, and hesitated: "My god ......"

But Juan Jiao suddenly smiled: "There is a reason, respect and respect." Yanjun, show up. ”

After entering the monument, a man wearing a gold-rimmed black robe slowly walked out. He respectfully saluted the truss: "My God." Then he turned to Lan Jun and said, "Crane Wang, Lan Jun, don't come unharmed." ”

Lan Jun smiled: "Just call me Lan Jun." He replied with a salute.

Yan Xiao, patriarch of the Mandrill clan. Only the patriarch of the entire mountain mandrill clan escaped the curse of the ancestral mountain god 10,000 years ago and was able to maintain his original appearance.

Whether it is a mandrill or a mountain ghost, they are all the same in the eyes of the mountain god. The trusses don't favor anyone, but the curse of the gods on the mandrills has made them look so terrifying. The Mandrill Domain was also no longer spiritually aroused because of their indulgence, so they came to rob the Mountain Ghost Domain.

They always attack the mountain ghosts, and the only way to protect the mountain ghosts is to protect them. The mountain ghost clan believes in the mountain god, and the mandrill tribe does not believe in the mountain god, so the mandrill tribe and the mountain god go farther and farther. Until the mandrill thinks that the mountain god is on the side of the mountain ghost clan, he will even take a merciless shot against the mountain god.

"Ah Yan, aren't you leaving?" the little mountain ghost asked, and then said firmly, "If you let me drive away the mountain ghost, I will do what I say." ”

It turned out that the little mountain ghost called "words" instead of "master".

Yan Xiaojun's face was very indifferent, he hugged the little mountain ghost from a high place, and said to the little mountain ghost: "The deadline has come, you don't have to guard here." They are your people, and you should go with them. ”

What Yan Xiaojun said that day was, "If the mountain ghost comes, leave quickly", but he never thought about it, but the little mountain ghost heard it as "drive away." ”

"You don't want to keep me?"

"Thou hast repaid my kindness by keeping the mountain for me for a hundred days, and thou hast set you free. Yan Xiao pushed the little mountain ghost forward a few steps, and said to Huanjiao: "In the early years, this son's parents were killed by my clan and became an orphan child. ”

The little mountain ghost was unmoved, and was pushed by Yan Xiao and still wanted to look back at him, the little mountain ghost was very calm, and the words he asked were also very calm: "You really don't want to keep me, I can drive these mountain ghosts away." ”

Lan Jun couldn't help but burst out laughing, the kid was naïve, really ignorant and fearless.

Lan Jun stepped forward, knocked him unconscious before the little mountain ghost had time to react, and handed it to the mountain ghost behind him to take care of.

Yan Xiaojun's dark eyes were slightly raised, and he didn't make a sound when he watched Lan Jun's movements, but only thanked Lan Jun when he turned around to look at him.

In the final analysis, although the head of the Yan Xiaojun clan can't play much role among that group of crazy clansmen, there are still at least constraints.

Recently, a piece of the mandrill area collapsed, killing some mandrills who had no time to escape. They didn't expect that there would be a large amount of pure spiritual energy hidden in the mountain, and the leaked spiritual energy was not suitable for the mandrill to be used for sucking, so many people died in the mandrill clan. Since then, the people have become more and more uncontrollable, and they always have a way to escape the tracking of Yan Xiaojun, secretly hatching a plan to seize the water area where the aura is less.

Although the Mandrill Clan is also a near-god clan, since the curse, the Mandrill people have become crazy and uncontrollable, and sometimes even the patriarch can't resist it.

Mandrills still respect their patriarch, but most of the time they are free from the patriarch's control. I didn't do less to poison and throw dung at mountain ghosts. There are often small fights, but this is the first time that such a massacre has been launched.

Ever since the mandrill became like this, the patriarch was unwilling to give up on his people, they were crazy, and he had been with them all the time, and if even the patriarch had given up on them, how painful it would have been for them.

The mandrill patriarch has been with the crazy people for nearly 10,000 years, and he has guarded them even if it is difficult, because the mandrills when they are not crazy are as lovely as in the past, and they have not changed as before. Protecting the people, that is the belief of the mandrill patriarchs of the past generations.

The people of the Mandrill tribe broke into a disaster, and Yan Xiaojun took all the blame for the crime, only hoping that the Truss Army could leave the people of the Mandrill tribe alive.

Yan Xiaojun knelt in front of the mountain monument, kneeling in front of the mountain god, holding the sword in both hands, please die.

Huan Jiao didn't take the sword, he asked Yan Xiaojun: "If Yan Jun dies, what should Yan Jun's people do?" The patriarch of the Mandrill clan is hereditary, and Jun has no heirs, so without the restraint of the next patriarch, Yan Jun knows how crazy they will be. ”

"But the crime of slaughtering the waters, it is enough to make the mandrill clan be punished by heaven and only have a hundred sons, and the mandrill will not survive, if it is really so, I am afraid that it will be extinct. ”

"This time, Yan Jun helped them block it, what about next time?"

Yan Xiaojun clenched the sword in his hand, pursed his lips and said firmly: "Yan, please die." ”

The mountain god thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and finally nodded.

The belt brushed the glittering sword, and the cold rain smashed against the blade, playing a crisp sound. Tsushima staggered by, gradually disappearing into a blue poisonous mist behind the barrier.

Lan Jun stepped forward and took the sword in Yan Xiaojun's hand. He looked at the leader of the clan kneeling in front of him, and said with a complicated expression: "The sin of the clan is borne by you alone, you should know that your final fate should be inferior to the mud under your feet." ”

Yan Xiaojun looked up at Lan Jun, and his calm expression had already told him the answer.

The sins committed by the mountain devils need to be eliminated by the mountain ghosts themselves, and there are two thousand mountain ghosts in the waters, one life and one crime. Five hundred mountain ghosts stepped forward in turn, one sword to one life, one life to eliminate one crime, and the sword went into the bone.

On that day, the rain mixed with blood stained the ground red. The rain gradually thinned, and the fireflies in the mountains flew out from the deep forest and surrounded Yan Xiaojun, who was still breathing, for a long time, sending him off for the last time.

In the end, Yan Xiaojun's bones were gone, and his spirit was scattered in the mountains and forests, and he could not be reborn.

The poisonous mist in the water area was dispersed by the truss, and he gave the water area to the mandrill clan, and set up an enchantment to prohibit the mandrill from leaving the water area and prevent the mountain ghosts from entering for revenge.

Heavenly punishment is not something that can be offset by just one smile, and the suffering of hundreds of years of captivity is also a punishment.

Mu Qing was the only child that Yanxiao saved from the hands of the mandrill that day.