I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

In fact, the mountain has never been climbed.

Its height is immeasurable, and its danger is hidden beneath its beautiful and graceful appearance.

Hao Yu thought he should persuade Song to return home, or at least explain to him that even though the mountain was not a sea of ​​fire and swords, it was more dangerous and deadly than a sea of ​​fire and swords.

But when he looked into Song Guicheng's eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

He had no reason to stop a devout believer from worshipping, just as he could not stop a rain-drenched person from seeking the warm light of a fire.

"Okay," Hao Yu spread his hands, "I know you will go there no matter what I tell you is on that mountain. In fact, I don't know what's in there. That's Wu Zhi's divine domain, and I can't get in. But the good news is that there may be some clues about the five sacrifices I mentioned."

Gao Yu waved at Cangmu, then turned to Song Guicheng and said, "Take a day or two to rest and store your energy. I will personally take you to the foot of the mountain when the time comes."

Song Guicheng said, "Thank you." When he turned around and prepared to follow Cangmu, he suddenly turned his head again and said, "How about I help you alter your clothes?"

If he doesn't change, he's afraid that one day the little girl will trip while walking and knock out her teeth.

Cangmu's eyes lit up.

Gao Yu waved his hand at Song Guicheng and said, "Just make some changes for Cangmu. Don't worry about me. Cangmu will send you the measuring tape, needle and thread later."

Song Guicheng nodded and followed the little girl.

Along the way, Cangmu was stealing glances at him, taking a quick look and then looking away, his eyes full of shyness and love, but he didn't dare to talk to him.

Song Guicheng was a little helpless, so he had to take the initiative to find a topic: "Cangmu, how old are you this year?"

Cangmu whispered, "21 years old."

After the shock of turning 54, Song Guicheng had already accepted it and said, "You were still young. Have you always been following Senior Haoyu?"

"Yes, it has been Master Haoyu who has been taking care of me since I was born." Speaking of familiar people, Cangmu relaxed a lot, his eyes sparkling, "Master Haoyu asked me to study hard with him, and he will pass the position to me when he is tired one day."

Cangmu lowered his head in embarrassment, his tone a little frustrated: "But I'm stupid and can't do anything well."

Song Guicheng thought, it shouldn't be that he will wait until Hao Yu gets tired and then give you the position, but that he will have to leave at that time, and you will have to continue to take charge of the situation.

But he didn't say this out loud. The day of separation was still far away, and there was no need to let a child suffer from the anxiety and panic in the meantime.

He comforted Cangmu, "You are still young, but you can help Senior Haoyu receive guests, and you can also remember the complicated formations here. You are already very impressive."

Cangmu grabbed his clothes and said, "I hope I can grow faster, so I can help more and learn more, so I can protect everyone better in the future."

The two walked along a corridor and passed through a carved garden. Song Guicheng discovered that even the butterflies here were carved. Some were resting on the flowers, and some were hanging in the air. Their wings were thin, bright and transparent, and even the patterns were clearly visible, just like real butterflies dancing in the air.

He reached out and touched them, and found that the touch of these sculptures was not as cold and hard as he had imagined. Instead, they had some of the warmth of the air, which was very magical.

"Why are these things carved?" Song Guicheng asked.

Cangmu carefully avoided the grass branches sticking out from the ground, fearing that he would break them by mistake. He waited until he finished walking this path before answering Song Guicheng's question.

"We believe in Ganesha, and Ganesha likes things that don't change. Trees, flowers and plants are fragile and easily damaged, so we use sculptures to replace perishable living things."

Cangmu pronounced a name with a unique intonation, which sounded very much like the name of Laqi Ni Daiyana. Song Guicheng couldn't even imitate it well, nor could he find a suitable pronunciation from the characters he learned. Each word seemed to be followed by an e sound, and the pronunciation was distinct. Perhaps because of the intonation, the name didn't sound strange, but only ancient and beautiful.

"What?" Song Guicheng repeated it reluctantly.

The tone made Cangmu chuckle, and it seemed that he did read it in a strange way.

"This is our ancient language. The god we believe in is called 旯シ伲醍, which means unchanging, endless, eternal, and immortal. Ya Na is our respectful name for God." Cangmu explained.

So the meaning of Daiyana is the eternal god.

After coming to this world, it was the first time that Song Guicheng heard about Wu Zhi from other people. Cangmu's tone was very pious and respectful, as if it was natural to obey the preferences of that god.

Song Guicheng asked: "Have you seen that god?"

Cangmu shook his head: "No, we have never seen it, but our ancestors have seen it. We can thrive here, all thanks to Daiyana."

Song Guicheng wanted to ask something else, but Cangmu had already stopped. They had arrived at his room. Haoyu arranged a room for him next to hers, but the two still walked a short distance.

Cangmu opened the door for him. The furniture inside was fully furnished. The color was the same as the entire building, all silver and white. It would make your eyes dizzy if you looked at it for a long time. Song Guicheng was in this state now. He would rather look at his clothes.

"Sir, please rest here first. I will bring the needle and thread later." Perhaps thinking that his clothes were saved, Cangmu's tone became happy.

Song Guicheng was frightened by the word "Sir". He sighed inwardly, squatted down and said to Cangmu: "You don't have to call me Sir, and you don't have to address me as you. Just call me brother."

"Hmm..." Cangmu bit his lip and called out hesitantly, "Brother?"

"Well, you're so good." Song Guicheng raised his eyes slightly, "Go get it, be careful on the road."

His eyebrows and eyes were delicate but not sharp, and his whole face was exceptionally soft and friendly when he smiled. Cangmu relaxed visibly and walked out with brisk steps.

Song Guicheng was the only one left in the room. He took off his gray cardigan and hung it on the hanger, only to find that the wet and sticky clothes had dried up at some point, but there was still a smell of residual rain on the clothes.

I should have asked Cangmu to help me find a set of clothes, Song Guicheng thought.

But now the person has gone far away, so I can only give up.

He sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. The curling hot steam dispelled the uneasiness in Song Guicheng's heart. In an unfamiliar environment, being alone is safer than being with people of different races.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then looked out the window at the glittering sculptures. The light was dancing and flickering on them, and in a trance it made him feel like they were living things.

The decision to climb to the top of the mountain was made after careful consideration, not just on impulse.

The people here haven't been in contact with the so-called Laqi Ni Daiyana for more than a hundred years. They should have tried many ways, but all of them failed without exception, otherwise Zhu Yin would not have been guarding this place for Wu Zhi. If you want to find a breakthrough, you must go to some areas that the tribe has never touched.

But his greatest expectation does not stop there. He wants to walk the path that the gods have walked, see the scenery that the gods have seen, experience his loneliness, and explore his feelings. He does not want to stand still, he wants to get closer to his gods step by step.

The rain in his heart was pouring down violently, breaking through the dam and turning the gap into a vast ocean. He could not escape, he had nowhere to escape.

Perhaps when he finally sets foot on the land where the gods descended, he will be able to learn all the truth. At that time, will he still be able to touch the gods?

The light in front of his eyes gradually became hazy and blurred, and was broken into tiny pieces. Song Guicheng put his hands up to cover his eyes, not wanting to see the refraction of tears anymore.