Seventeen years ago, at the foot of the mountain, the night, the rain.

Xu Huaijin sat in the quiet room, his face dark.

He was very old, too old to hold the scroll in his hand, too old to be able to do it. The ravine grew between his countenances, and eventually stretched into a patch, like a shriveled persimmon. Not only his face, but also his heart—not to mention that his heart still weighs on the mountain that chooses people to devour.

The old sage rolled up the beaded curtain, looked at the rain in front of the mountain, and thought of the teacher who had been alone on the mountain for many years, and the sage who had entered the mountain in recent years. Some of them can stay in the world for more than a hundred years, enough to complete a mortal life in peace, but they do not hesitate to go up the mountain.

But for thousands of years, and even more than 10,000 years to come, this mountain will not, and should not change, what they do is not useless, but it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is a drop in the bucket.

However, it is useless to think too much, after all, the Si people are not there, if it weren't for the worry that Chang Taihao Tian would not be able to pick up, he would have already reached the time to go up the mountain.

"That's it...... When I get more refined in my cultivation, I'll let him go and go with peace of mind......"

He stared at the rain carefully, and looked through the rain at the endless thunder on the top of the mountain.

This rain is unusual, and the immortal prohibition that connived at Pingzi is set firmly, but it can't stand the things inside and struggles tentatively.

He sighed, and was about to turn back, but he stopped abruptly, and a gentle smile appeared on his face—

"I was sighing for the loneliness of the rainy night before, but I didn't think about it, but there were really guests in the rain, and I don't know where the guests came from?"

The concealment method of those two people was very good, and the back Yin Mountain was not clear to the soul, even Xu Huaijin did not notice the traces of these two people-the reason why they could be found was because these two people went straight past the first prohibition and walked straight to his courtyard.

One of them was dressed in white, and he stood out in the gloomy and rainy night, but the wind was different.

There is also a person who is short in stature, wrapped tightly in a brocade robe, and has a mean face, looking serious and harsh.

The two did not raise an umbrella, but the rain was not close to them, as if the wind and rain set off by the mountain were also inexplicably escaping the aura emanating from the two of them.

Xu Huaijin saw the person from a distance, and was a little surprised-

"Grip Yu...... Who is this guest you have brought with you?"

Xu Huaijin carefully observed the man in white, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes condensed, this person's demeanor and cultivation were at the top of the world, it was impossible for him not to be impressed.

However, when he saw the mask of the white-faced fairy with both waist and tightly buttoned, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Heavenly Palace...... Wenchang Demon ......"

"My brother is angry. Xu Shuyu's face did not change, and he made a deep bow.

He had spent years with his brother, and knew that he was just feigning anger to see their depths, not to mention the trust that the two had forged over the millennia.

"Brother, do you have any plans to go up the mountain?"

Xu Shuyu asked tentatively, and the sorrow in his eyes did not disperse - he knew his brother's temperament and injuries best, and the resoluteness in his eyes that was extremely hidden was also obvious.

Xu Huaijin was silent.

There is this silence between heaven and earth, as if except for the impersonal sound of rain, everything is going to be annihilated, and no one has emotional interaction.

The two brothers confronted each other for a long time, but Wenchang Xingjun spoke-

"Would you be interested in hearing a story?"

Without waiting for Xu Huaijin to agree, the white-clothed Wendao fake immortal began to speak to himself in this fine and dense rain:

"There are ninety years of the public, facing the mountain and dwelling, this mountain covers a radius of 700 miles, high 10,000 miles, he wants to move this mountain away from his eyes because of its blockage, open a wide avenue.

He and his descendants carried the burden, knocked on the rocks and reclaimed the soil, and transported the rice in the East China Sea, so that the cold and summer are easy to change, and the cycle goes on and on.

But when he was over ninety years old, how could he move the mountain, so he appealed to his heirs—though I die, there will be sons, and sons will beget grandchildren, and grandchildren will have sons, and sons will have grandchildren, and children will have grandchildren, and children and grandchildren will have infinite scarcity, and the mountains will not increase, so why should they suffer and be uneven?

The Holy Master thinks that the foolish man is justified in this?"

"Are you ridiculing my ancestors of Chang'an School?!" Xu Huaijin heard it thoroughly and glared at Wenchang angrily.

"Heavenly Palace Evil Man, mess with me in the sky, I haven't settled with you and other rats......"

Wen Chang smiled and shook his head, he was not worried that Xu Huaijin would really make a move.

"Let's not talk about whether it is the black cauldron that we should carry, if you want to say that, then you will kill your own young brother together!"

Xu Huaijin was shocked and angry when he heard this, and looked at Xu Shuyu hesitantly, but was interrupted by Wen Chang neatly-

"Actually, you already have doubts in your heart, don't you? You two brothers have the same temperament, what he Xu Shuyu can think of, you Xu Huaijin can't think through it. ”

Xu Huaijin finally stopped being gentle, and looked at Xu Shuyu with a stern gaze-

He saw that the brocade clothes of his low younger brother saint were gradually fading, and his mean face was replaced by a smiling and attractive old fairy mask, and a green tattooed robe wrapped around his body, like a kind and angry rich man, which did not match his previous appearance at all.

"Heavenly Palace Fulu Xingjun, I have seen the five generations of holy masters of Chang'an School. ”

"You...... You ......"

Xu Shuyu first said the door of this end very solemnly, and after a pause, he said-

"Brother, don't go up the mountain yet, the path of the predecessors is impassable. ”

This time, he called his brother, Xu Huaijin understood what he meant, and he was reasonable, he went up the mountain was just a drop in the bucket, he knew the horror of the mountain, even if it was 10,000 years, 10 million years, the bones of the saints of Chang'an Juku were piled up on the top of the mountain, as long as the Dao fruit in the sky was still hanging, then this effort would not help......

The sound of the rain is getting louder, majestic like a pour, as if to annihilate the surroundings of Beiyin Mountain, burying this paragraph completely into the years, only sporadic sentences from the rain curtain revealed.

"Fulu Xingjun is willing to go to the mountains to ......"

"After I'm gone, I hope my brother can take my place......"

"You've run out of gas, and if you get out of the news, they'll be trying to reach you in a few years. ”

"Moving mountains, 10,000 years is too long, and the lives of tens of millions of people are too heavy...... For more than ten years, a few people, in exchange for the peace of Tahaotian......"

The sound of several people died down that night, followed by a long foreshadowing, and on the second day, Xu Shuyu quietly went up the mountain, leaving his brother with a smiling old fairy mask, and a piece of Tiangong Iron Order.

In another year, the demon king was happy to have a little girl, and Xu Shuyu was invited to go happily and take it as a green ravel, and about to send it to Chang'an Juku for careful cultivation.

In another five years, Sun Xingjun, Nantian Emperor and Li Huizhi fought in Zhen'an, took the fetal bloodline, and then transferred to Taihaotian, conspired with Xu Huaijin, and opened the Yin Immortal Ban.

In another ten years, in the hands of Wen Wenchang and Xu Huaijin, "Zhou Tian Shen Ban" was born in a secret realm in the East China Sea......