The black flying rabbit walks, the sun sets and the moon rises.

In the blink of an eye, seven full years have passed since that day He Yaqing Zeguo.

Now that all the situations are clear, all the sects and Taoists have also ended, and they have succeeded in the country.

In the entire Hanging Moon Demon Sect, only Su Musha, He Yaqing, and Yun Wanzhu were in advance.

Xuan Yuzi had already recovered from his injuries and was out of the customs, but he finally fell behind, and he was one of the last few people in the Daozi Kingdom.

However, Yu Yao, the fairy of the Demon Valley, with the help of Su Musha, also advanced the country four years ago.

She got an ancient Dao method, but she also once mentioned it with Su Musha, judging from Su Musha's eyesight, the ancient Dao method of chasing corpses is just ordinary, and even lacks a supporting corpse refining method, but it is an ancient Dao method after all, which contains a mystery that Su Musha can't see.

For Yu Yao, it can be regarded as a basis for going further on the road to immortality.

......

Explain the ancient country of Qi, lonely mountain, there is a green ancient tree on the peak, under the tree, Su curtain covers the house and lives.

Although Su Musha is a Taoist and has already ended, but after all, it is not a matter of day and night, and when he really comes to the stage, Su Musha also needs some means.

"The gods of the Endless Desolation have made a decree, and the sects of the Southern Regions have cultivated the Fu Immortal Road together, leading directly to the Nine Heavens of the Endless Desolation, and the gods have signed the list of gods on the Nine Heavens Viewing Boundary Platform, including earth, fire, water, wind, thunder, rain, dou, star, dan, vessel, beast, and the twelve gods of the underworld.

Each ministry has one emperor god, six gods, thirty-six upper Gong Cao gods, seventy-two lower Gong Cao gods, and three hundred and sixty-five rotating officials.

In addition, the Nine Heavens raised a total of 60,000 gods and soldiers, and each general and lieutenant was skipped.

There is also Yitian Pavilion, with one pavilion master, two deputy cabinet masters, and twelve Gong Cao, who are in charge of the changing seasons and the rise and fall of the sun and the moon.

Therefore, in the battle of the gods, a total of 65,775 gods were signed, and the top and bottom of each sect, those with deep immortal affinity, entered the world and got the opportunity, and those who were shallow in the immortal fate entered the world and obtained the way of God; ”

Su Mu checked the jade slip in his hand, and all the details of the battle of the gods flowed through his heart.

After a long time, Su Musha still let out a long sigh.

This is a god, this is clearly murder.

More than 65,000 gods mean that there are at least 60,000 people in all sects, and after the fall, their souls will go to the god list, not to mention those who vent their anger and personal grievances, but they are afraid that their souls will be scattered, and in the end, they will not even leave a chance for Shinto.

Besides, Su Musha can also see it.

The gods of the twelve gods must be screened out among the great religions of various holy places, which involves the exchange of interests of various sects, and the rest of the gods, who seem to have a long lifespan, are ultimately subject to the constraints of others.

If you don't become an immortal, you can't get away with it after all.

It's just that for those who are shackled to the pinnacle of a certain realm and have never been able to exist, perhaps Shinto is also a kind of freedom.

At least, the years that can survive longer will live with the mountains and rivers, and shine with the sun and the moon.

But for sects like Su Musha, in the face of the general trend of sealing gods, there are only two choices, either to be the executioner who set off a bloody storm, or to be willing to be killed and go to the list of gods.

No one else mentioned it, at least Su Musha is here, he still wants to continue to live.

So he was waiting, waiting on the lonely mountain, waiting for the chess piece that was enough for him to walk to the front of the stage.

......

In the country, rumors gradually flowed out.

In the past, the lonely mountain on the northeast border, in recent times, has been covered by a thick fog, and even the old horse who knows the road again cannot take people into the fog, let alone see the scene of the lonely mountain in the past.

The people are simple, and they can't make up any strange stories, only that there are fairies who came into the world, hid the lonely mountain, and made their own dojo.

The national capital, the Prime Minister's Palace.

A white-robed young man put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the old servant on the side with a frown.

"Defu, warn the servants in the house, don't talk about the lonely mountain anymore, my Zhang family is a scholarly family, and the ancestors of the seven dynasties are the ministers, and they are the servants under the door. Where is the immortal spirit descending into the world......" The white-robed young man looked in the direction of the lonely mountain from afar, "It's just an ordinary thick fog." ”

The old servant was arching his hand, trembling and about to retreat, but a trace of entanglement flashed on the white-robed young man's face.

"Defoe. ”

"Young master, the old slave is here. ”

"Prepare the car, go to Lonely Mountain!"

"This ......"

"Huh?"

"Yes!"

The frame of the prime minister's son slowly drove out of the imperial capital and ran in the direction where the lonely mountain was.

After all, it is a small land, but in a day's journey, the white-robed young man rushed from the capital to the northeastern border.

The sky is clear, and there is no wind and no miasma.

Only the lonely mountain stretched for dozens of miles, all shrouded in dense fog.

The boy was about to break in, but Defu reached out to stop the boy.

"Young master, no! ”

These words also woke up the young man, his face was in a trance for a moment, revealing a little fear, thinking that it was also the scene of the dense fog for several days, and no one knew what was in it, if it was really evil, I was afraid that most of them would be folded in the thick fog.

Just as he was thinking about it, the dense fog suddenly parted a passage in front of the young man.

At the end of the dense fog passage is a sheep intestine path, which leads the boy to go up the mountain.

Both the boy and Defu hesitated.

From the thick fog, Su Musha's hoarse voice came out, as if he was muttering softly.

"When will you rest in the fight for fame and fortune? Wake up early and sleep late is not free.

Riding a donkey, a mule, and a horse, the prime minister of the official residence looked at the prince.

is only worried about food and clothing, so why not be afraid that Yan Jun will take the hook.

The stepson Meng Sun Tu is rich and noble, and no one is willing to turn back. ”

At first, he was still whispering, but in the back, he was already like Hong Zhong Dalu, deafening, and resounding in the young man's heart.

"Don't stop me!"

Signaling Defu to get out of the way, the boy gritted his teeth, and walked into the thick fog, and went straight up the hill along the sheep's intestine path.

The old servant was about to chase after him, but the dense fog path suddenly disappeared again, and the old servant turned around several times like a headless fly before he came out of the thick fog, but he completely lost his original position, not to mention the trace of his own young master.

On the top of the mountain, next to the dragon tree, in front of the grass house, Su Mu boiled water to make tea, and the young man in front of him seemed to be surprised and suspicious, and neither of them said a word.

It wasn't until Su Musha drank two cups of tea by himself that the young man slowly spoke.

"Are you a fairy or a demon, a god or a ghost?"

The young man asked Su Musha with a smile, "Is it a fairy or a demon?" Is it a god or a ghost? You asked four, why don't you ask me if I am a human being?"

The white-robed young man shook his head, "If you are a human, you can't gather a dense fog within a radius of ten miles." ”

Su Musha motioned for the white-robed young man to sit down and poured him another cup of tea.

"Oh, you haven't tried, how do you know you can't gather ten miles of fog?"

The boy didn't explain, just shook his head, "Anyway, it's impossible." ”

Su Musha smiled and shook his head again.

"You're a reader?"

"Scholarly doors. ”

"Have you read "Nine Stars Flying"?"

"What's that?"

"A book of stars, outlining the stars. ”

"Qin Tianjian, when the Qin Heavenly Prison has been lost and abandoned for a long time, I have never read it. ”

"Then have you read "Taiyi Daoshu", "Qimen Dunjia" and "Six Ren Eight Gods"?"

"What is this?"

"Three hexagram books, Taiyi views the way of heaven, Qimen determines the national fortune, and six people measure personnel. ”

"This ...... The son is silent, and the strange power is confused...... This kind of book, even if there is, I won't read it!"

"Zi is silent...... It's just silent, but after all, I never said it, no strange power, if there is such a book, I advise you to read it. ”

"I ...... I...... Hmph! It seems that if you talk eloquently, you may not have read all these books. ”

Su Musha smiled dumbly, "Don't say this, I've only read more, if you don't believe it, I can recite it to you." ”

The boy stalked his neck, "Speaking of which...... I really don't believe it. ”

Su Musha was not angry, but smiled even more and took another sip of tea.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Haoyan said. ”

"Well, good name. ”