Two hundred years, like flowing water, are gone!

West Niuhe Island.

In recent years, the climate of Xiniu Hezhou has changed, it has not rained for decades, it has rained heavily for decades, and when it does not rain, the heavens and the earth dry up, everything withers, and when it rains, the entire Xiniu Hezhou becomes water!

This kind of environment is really bad, and mortals can't live at all, so after experiencing several turmoil, some of the mortals in Xiniu Hezhou have moved away, and those who can't move away have gradually broken off their inheritance.

The rain in Xiniuhezhou has been raining for more than ten years, and the rain has never been cut off, and the valley has become a lake in the low place, and there are big rivers that meander for thousands of miles everywhere.

The only ones who can survive in this environment are those youkai.

Thanks to the unpredictable environment of heaven and earth in Xiniu Hezhou, Heavenly Court's plan to capture Lion's Camel Ridge was put on hold again and again.

Black Wind Mountain, Lion Camel Ridge, occupy half of the West Niuhe Continent.

With the disappearance of the war, some young demon kings began to become famous on the West Niu He Continent.

The Demon King of the Howling Moon of the Black Wind Mountain, the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle of the Lion Camel Ridge, and the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor of the Little Leiyin Temple...... These have not appeared in the land of Xiniu Hezhou for a long time.

But the legends about them, just like the Seven Great Sages, circulated among every young demon king, just like the Seven Great Sages, representing an era.

Seven Holy Mountains!

In the past, few demon kings could remember this name, since Ning Wujian changed Cuiyun Mountain to Seven Holy Mountains, Cuiyun Mountain has completely become history.

On this mountain, there are the corpses of the seven holy brothers buried, as if an era was buried, and it is an unforgettable memory of the older generation of demon kings, and for the young demon kings, this is just one of the countless peaks in Xiniu Hezhou. It's no different.

The Seven Holy Mountains are very quiet, only the sound of the rain is heard, the sound of the rain, like cow hair, like flower needles, oblique, washing, trees, flowers, grass. Misty skies.

Under this rain curtain, an oil-paper umbrella slowly came from the rain.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, there is a young man in a white robe, with a delicate face and clear eyes like water. Long purple hair that wet the shawl.

On the Seven Holy Mountains, there are many monsters living in them, all of which were once under the command of the Bull Demon King, after the death of the Bull Demon King. Disheartened, he settled down here and kept a watch for the seven great saints.

This mountain is also a place where many old demon kings in Xiniu Hezhou are respected. No one will fight here, and no one will fly from here, which is a tribute to the strong who have passed away. It's also respect for yourself.

In front of the mountain gate, in the dilapidated palace, several old bull demons told the little demons about the glory of the Seven Holy Mountains, but for these little demons, it is already in the past tense, and who will remember the things of the past?

Once?

The past is already in the past, and youkai are alive and always have to look forward.

"Another demon king is coming to sweep the tomb!" An absent-minded little demon looked up and caught a glimpse of an oil-paper umbrella floating under the rain curtain, and couldn't help but make a sound, interrupting the old demon's words.

"There are a lot of demon kings who have come here these days, and only two of them have gone up just now!" the little demon muttered.

"Oh?" a few old demons looked up, and they could see that they were gone.

"Is that him?"

When a few old demons saw the people under the oil-paper umbrella, they were taken aback, and then they were a little excited, and they stood up from the fire in the hall, greeted them, and stood in front of the mountain gate.

"Hehe, two hundred years later, how many of you are still guarding here?" The oil-paper umbrella fell in front of the mountain gate, and the young man under the umbrella smiled when he saw a few demons.

"Well, yes, it's been two hundred years, staying here, you can still have a memory, and you can still see the Cuiyun Mountain in the past. The old bull demon smiled, he used to be one of the twelve bull generals under the command of the Bull Demon King, "With us guarding, if the lady and the young master come back in the future, they won't even have a cemetery." The king is here again, the nine-headed king has just gone up!"

"Is he here too?"

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the young man smiled, raised his feet and walked up the steps of the Seven Holy Mountains.

On both sides of the road, the ancient trees are verdant, and the stone steps are covered with moss, and the grass and trees are vigorous.

Next to the waterfall, five tombstones stand tall, and the rain from the sky is dripping here, and the green grass is covered with dewdrops.

In front of the tombstone, a man in a silver robe stood.

Originally, there were only four tombstones on the Seven Holy Mountains, namely the "Pingtian Great Sage Bull Demon King", "The Great Sage Lion Camel King of Moving Mountains", "The Great Sage Yu Tamarin King of the Exorcism", and "The Great Sage Monkey King of Ventilation".

Now, there is another tombstone, and the renovated earth tells that this tombstone has not been erected for too long.

"The Great Sage Peng Demon King!"

Stepping on the grass and under the oil-paper umbrella, Ning Wuqian came to the tombstone, looked at the seven words "Chaotian Great Sage Peng Demon King" on the stone tablet, and sighed lightly.

"Still dead!"

"I found his body in Beiju Luzhou!" said the Hydra in a deep voice.

Ning Wuqian looked at the tombstone, and sighed in his heart, two hundred years ago, the Lion Camel King and the Yu Tamarin King died, and the Peng Demon King was nowhere to be found.

"You came out of me for this?" Ning Wuqian was silent for a while and looked at the nine-headed worm.

After seeing it once two hundred years ago, Ning Wujian also hadn't seen a nine-headed insect for two hundred years, compared to two hundred years ago, the nine-headed insect had a lot of vicissitudes and looked a lot older.

This kind of old age is not physical old, but spiritual, as if tired and less passionate.

"Before, I liked to listen to the sound of the rain. Tick, tick, tick, tick, like a cheerful butterfly dancing among the flowers, the movements are so brisk, so melodious.

Listen quietly, everything in the outside world seems to disappear, only the sound of raindrops and rain falling. It's beautiful, I love the feeling, this feeling of enjoying nature, no one to disturb, no worries, no sorrow and no worries.

I like to hold a flower umbrella when it rains, walk slowly in the rain, and the naughty raindrops jump down from the umbrella and fall on my head, my shoulders, and my face. They gently caressed me and kissed me, as if to say, "Hello, hello!"

I like to sit on the windowsill and watch the pedestrians on the road hurry by one by one, look at their looks, and then guess their stories, and then watch them disappear before my eyes one by one. Sometimes my heart will suddenly pinch it, as if it is my friend, leaving us, and a faint sorrow will appear in front of my eyes again. ”

The hydra reached out to catch the falling rain, closed its eyes, and listened.

Immediately, he opened his eyes and looked at the tombstones in front of him.

"Later, I met the Bull Demon King, and I suddenly hated this quiet rain, it was too quiet, just like you were the only one left in the whole world, restless and lonely. ”

"On Cuiyun Mountain, we drank a lot of wine, ate meat, talked about the world, talked about women, I fell in love with the liveliness, watching them be lively. It's a pity that this kind of life is not mine after all, I still like quietness and this rain. ”

"The Bull Demon King is dead, and his brothers are also dead, in fact, their deaths, more or less, have something to do with me. Every time I face these tombstones, I always feel that the Bull Demon King is looking at me, staring at me, just looking at me, not speaking, but making me feel like I am going to suffocate. Every day, every night, when I close my eyes, they are looking at me. Do you know the way? That feeling makes people go crazy!"

The hydra muttered to itself.

"It's not guilt, it's just a kind of regret, the position is different, their death is doomed, just like fate! Fate is really helpless, it is everywhere but there is nothing. When you believe in it, it exists in all, and when you don't believe in it, you find that creation makes people.

Fate is nothing but the boring masturbation of the loser, but the ridicule of the cowardly, people's future can only be determined by their own will and efforts, fate is responsible for shuffling the cards, but it is we who play the cards. ”

"Fate makes people, I can only say that we can't be brothers in this life!"

The words of the hydra were like confessions, and Ning Wuqian listened quietly and did not speak.

After the nine-headed insect finished speaking, he was silent for a while, raised his head, looked at the sky, let the rain fall, and sighed softly, "The Peng Demon King was killed by Emperor Ziwei!"

"Ziwei?" Ning Wuqian asked.

"Is he, why do you want to do that?"

The nine-headed insect said, "Emperor Ziwei and the Bull Demon King once had a grudge, that was when the Bull Demon King was young, he once demolished his statue in the temple of the Emperor Ziwei. Emperor Ziwei is not broad-minded, so he naturally has to punish him, the Bull Demon King is dead, and his brother has received it on his behalf. ”

"That's all, as an emperor, Emperor Ziwei wouldn't be so short-sighted, right?" Ning Wuqian shook his head and said with a smile.

"Of course it's not that simple, Emperor Ziwei wanted to use this to disturb the situation in Xiniu Hezhou, but unfortunately, he opened the curtain, but found that everything didn't go according to his plan. ”

Ning Wuqian looked at the tombstone of the Peng Demon King, and sighed softly, "You are a disciple of the Beiju Luzhou, and you are a senior brother with the Jiao Demon King, right? ”

The hydra was silent, did not admit it, but did not deny it, he walked in the darkness, turned his back on his brother, what else could he say?

"To tell you the truth, if I had known the news two hundred years ago, I would have killed you first and avenged them. "Ning Wuqian said.

"However, two hundred years have passed, and when I know this, I don't have too much anger, I am very calm, and I am relieved that there have been too many deaths. ”

"You have your position, I have my position, they have their position, in this world, many things, you can't help yourself, this is fate, right?

Ning Wujian held an oil-paper umbrella and turned to leave.

"The world of great controversy is about to begin, so let's do it ourselves, see you next time, if it is an enemy, I will not keep it!"

The hydra smiled and turned to leave.

"Neither will I!" (to be continued......)