Lan Jun strode out of the banquet, and the servants behind him hurriedly followed.

After Lan Jun left, the banquet was still the same. Silk music played, and many mountain ghosts entered the ...... wearing fluttering dance costumes

Under the moonlight, Jialan had a tree vine on her shoulder, and the tree vine connected to the thick ice block behind her, and on the ice block lay six purple-faced mountain ghosts. Jialan's heavy clothes are padded on the ice cubes to prevent them from coming into direct contact with the ice.

Jialan was so tired that she gasped, and looked back at the six behind her, still motionless and breathless. She was still small, and it was already a little difficult to hold the larger vines, and she had lost some strength along the way.

She could have gone to Qingshan Temple to find the mountain lord or Jing Mojun first, but if she found any mountain ghosts, it would be better for them to report than to pull them by herself like now. But no one told her that she could do this, and she didn't know that she could leave to find Jing Mojun first, and then come back to save them.

She has just come into this world, and whoever extends her hand to her, she will give her hand to whomever she wants, and there are many things that she would not know if someone taught her, let alone understand. Now Jialan will believe even obvious lies, so now is the best time to induce her to deliver everything, if she misses, Jialan will not be so obedient.

Jing Mojun understands this, so she is eager to transform her cold body, so that she can repair the spirit vein, so that she can benefit the mountain spirit, for Jing Mojun, Jialan is their only salvation, she must not lose, even if she is full of guilt, she has to bear the sin of destroying Jialan's divine body, this is the only thing she can do as the patriarch of the mountain ghost.

The ice rubbed against the ground and made a "sizzling" sound, which looked a little scary in the silence of the night.

Jing Mo Jun waited for Jialan not to come for a long time, for fear that something would happen to her, so he hurriedly took two elders to look for it, and in order not to let the many mountain ghosts in front of the hall know, several of them deliberately turned to the back door.

However, as soon as they walked out of the stone path outside the Qingshan Courtyard, they saw a girl in disheveled clothes dragging something in the moonlight on the path next to the bamboo forest......

Lan Jun walked out of the lobby and came to the courtyard in front of the door, which was far away from the place open to mountain ghosts to play, and compared to the bustle in front of the hall, it seemed very deserted.

Lan Jun stretched out his hand, and the servant hurriedly put the peach fan into his hand. Lan Jun pinched the folding fan, but did not open it. He walked to the side of the tree, quietly looked at the flowers and plants that looked quiet and peaceful under the moonlight, his eyes were slightly downcast, and he sighed, "Perhaps, there is another way." ”

The attendant behind him paused and stepped forward. He knew that Lan Jun was talking to him, "Lan Jun has already walked eleven mountains, and the last Night Gold Mountain Lord also told you that no one can save the spirit veins except the mountain gods. Lan Jun, what the patriarch said is not unreasonable. ”

Lan Jun glared back at him, and said angrily: "She became a spirit in Tongshan, and she can be regarded as a spirit in Tongshan, even if she wants to cultivate a spiritual vein, she should tell her the cause and effect of the matter, Jing Mojun deceived and concealed her like this, how can she accept that her divine body is damaged and she cannot become a god in the future." ”

"But she was originally cultivated into a divine body because of absorbing the divine power of the Bronze Monarch, and the cycle of cause and effect should be her fate. The servant said respectfully.

"It's fate?heh, what an excuse to convince yourself. Lan Jun smiled helplessly and shook his head, "A piece of cold jade that has no impurities, and at first glance, it looks like it has been soaked in the Tianhe River for tens of thousands of years, how can it be left alone in the human world." Although there was no mountain god in Tongshan that year, the divine tree was about to be completed, and the spiritual power was abundant, how could the enchantment it set up not even have the ability to resist the impact of a stone outside the sky, this fate was destined, I am afraid it was intentional. ”

Lan Jun is free and easy by nature, he has been running around and tired for Tongshan affairs in the past few years, and he has changed a lot, at this time, looking at the servant who lowered his head and lowered his eyes, thinking of what he said just now, he suddenly felt that the mountain ghost was also like a mandrill ten thousand years ago, and began to fall.

The mountain ghost servant who serves the mountain god hides a talisman close to him, and when he encounters a strong poison that is difficult to resist, the mountain ghost will be in a state of suspended animation, and the mountain ghost itself has the ability to detoxify, and has the help of the amulet, so the poison is not deep. The poison used by the mandrill had to be eliminated with fire spirits, so it would have backfired if Jialan had rashly treated them at that time.

Lan Jun pulled out the last silver needle and put it into the porcelain plate containing the potion, and the black color dyed with the silver needle immediately broke away from the water as soon as it touched the potion.

He took the scarf handed by the servant and wiped his hands, and when he turned his head, he saw Jialan sitting outside through the curtain. It stands to reason that Jialan is now the god of the mountain, and they can't let her stay outside like this, which is disrespectful to the gods, but ...... Jialan was so young, Lan Jun couldn't even see her as an adult spirit, let alone a mountain god, besides, she was a fake.

Jialan sat motionless on a wooden chair while a few maids busily redressed her. In another quarter of an hour, she must go to the lobby with the mountain lord to meet with the clan elders and mountain ghosts.

She quietly turned her head sideways and looked curiously at the man shrouded behind an apricot-colored veil, who seemed to sense something and looked back at her.

Jialan smiled lightly, and said hello with her chin. This action is often done in the temple, and Jialan is close to the green lantern every day, so many places learn from her and imitate her.

Lan Jun was stunned for a moment, and also responded with a slight bow.

All the silver needles have been removed, just wait for them to wake up. Lan Jun sat in front of the couch, hesitating whether to go out, only to let Jialan make up here when he was pressed for time, if he was in the past now, he would definitely be disrespectful to the mountain god, but staying here seemed a little embarrassing.

"What are you thinking?" said Jialan, looking at him suspiciously.

Separated by a curtain, they couldn't see the expressions on each other's faces clearly, only their body movements. But Jialan keenly felt that Lan Jun seemed to be thinking about something.

Lan Jun sighed deeply at Jialan's acuity and said with a smile: "I didn't think about anything. ”

"I'm making a choice, but it doesn't make the right choice. "He's come to see her completely as if she's an underage child.

"Why do you have to choose?"

Lan Jun held the fan bone against his chin, as if he was seriously thinking about her question. "It's like if you want to move forward, you have to choose between two forks in the road. ”

Jialan nodded, as if she understood.

"What's your name?" said Jialan's daily name.

Lan Jun held the hand of the peach silk fan for a moment, quickly put away his leisurely smile, took a step forward and knelt down on one knee, hanging his head slightly, and only the gauze tent gently brushing above the floor in his sight. He replied respectfully, "My god bestows the name Crane Wanglan Jun." ”

"Crane Wanglanjun. Jialan repeated, "Do you know my name?" Jing Mojun gave her her name at the beginning, but she couldn't remember it, and asked the servants around her, but they didn't dare to answer her, only said, "The name of the mountain god is not for me to call." ”

Lan Jun looked up and looked at her in surprise.

She smiled, a little embarrassed, "I can't remember other people's names all along, not even my own. ”

The names of gods and spirits are closely related to themselves, and some can even be said to be related to future fate. Jing Mojun named her the Buddhist name Jialan, which means to guard, intending to let her protect Tongshan.

She couldn't remember, it was because of her instinctive rejection of such a fate, so she didn't accept the name, and she didn't seem to be willing to stay here.

"God's name, Jialan. He lowered his eyes to hide the unbearability in his eyes.

"Jialan. She repeated.

At this time, Jing Mojun's voice came from outside the door. "My God, you can go to the banquet. ”

The maid behind her finally swayed for her, and the other held up the hem of her skirt, and the mountain ghosts around her followed her steps and walked out.

Candles burst indoors, and shadows flickered. Jialan subconsciously turned her head to look at Lan Jun, and the slender figure behind the gauze tent had already left unconsciously.

That night, she officially became the god of Tongshan Mountain and was revered as Jialanjun.

And her jade body, starting from that night, slowly cracked.

In the medicine pool, Jialan's eyes were half-opened, and her eyes were dull and lackluster, without any focal length. She floated in unfamiliar memories, and the voices were getting farther and farther away from her, and they were slowly drawn closer by an invisible line.

The slender moonline crawled out of her heart and climbed along the red line, the cold streamer wrapped around the dazzling red, disrupting the formation that stretched at the end of the red line.

Memories replayed in her mind one by one in an incoherent manner, and she couldn't control them all, so she could only let the memories change her mind, and let herself change with the change of memories.

Soon, she will turn back into the Jialan she remembered.

Those profound words were once deeply seared in her memory, vividly, and made her crazy because of it.

She heard many shouts, both others and her own. Other people's voices are blurred, but only my own is so clear.

She saw the pure jade fly from the gray and damp iron cage into the hot fire, the picture turned, there was a person in a white coat with his back to her, holding a carving knife in his hand, and engraved a word on "her" naked back, and in an instant the wound was full of cold, but he pressed it down, with the flowing divine blood slowly flowing out, he hooked his lips and smiled, staring at her, and the brand on his forehead flashed in the candlelight......

Memory...... It's starting to be messy again.

She lay on the hot stone platform, the dark red light enveloped her body, and her whole body was covered with cracks, as if it was going to shatter in the next second. She looked at him, tears in her eyes blurring his face.

"I just don't understand why I shouldn't have done anything wrong or hurt you, but why...... Do you want me to die?"

"I didn't want your life, I just wanted your divine body. ”

"My divine body is my essence, and my essence is gone...... Do you think I'll still live?"

"As long as I can get what I want, anything else, why should I care. ”

"Oh, I kind of get it, it's not you who want it, it's that she needs it?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh, I kind of understood, I was wrong, I shouldn't always believe your words, I shouldn't believe that you are good to me. ”

"Oh, I kind of get it...... Some feelings, some feelings, even if you are experiencing them, may be fake. ”

"Oh, I get it. The words of the world cannot be trusted, the feelings of the world cannot be trusted, and the goodness of the world can never be trusted!"

"Huh...... Hehehehehe......"

"Hahaha!"

"Xiao Yuan!"