Who calls this thing a god?

Shen Hegui was picked up in a poor slum when he was young by the mountain lord wandering in the world of mortals.

The white crane flies back and returns to the mountain at dusk.

Hence the name Shen Hegui.

The owner of the mountain regarded him as his own, taught him poems, books, rites, music, and archery, and told him the "five things not to do" of a gentleman.

The dumb servant was always looking for the shadow of the mountain master in the high priest in private. He thought it was exactly the same, but the more we got along, the more he found that his gentle and jade-like temperament was actually not the same as the mountain master.

If the owner of the mountain is Qingfeng, the high priest is Mingyue.

With such a qualitative difference between the two, Shen Hegui would not become the Mountain Lord.

Take the fact that the God of Resentment pointed out that the mountain master had hatred in his heart. If it was Shen Hegui, he would probably be half-believers and half-believers, even if he believed it, he would not be half shaken.

And the mountain master didn't believe it at first, but he never forgot about it. Every time he met the God of Resentment or heard news about him, "hatred in my heart, and an unrighteous person" snowballed in his heart more and more. Roll bigger.

The owner of the mountain felt that he was ill, so he asked himself to retreat at the end of September, but there has been no news since then.

When I learned from the high priest that the mountain lord was retreating, the monster in the shape of green smoke exhaled smoke bubbles and said with a smile: "The old mountain lord is quite interesting. He hides secretly when he knows what kind of thing he is."

Eleven sat at the table, thinking hard about the homework that Shen Hegui had left for him. Today's after-school questions were a bit difficult. He was extremely dizzy, biting the penholder, and said angrily: "It's not because you deliberately The mountain road was shortened."

Qing Yan bubbling, said disapprovingly: "He has no hatred in his heart, so he can't get in at all. It's not his own problem."

Eleven was so troubled by homework that he had a headache, so he pretended he didn't hear it, and bit the tip of his pen.

Green smoke swirled around him, "I saw that little green bird in front of the mountain yesterday."

Eleven didn't even raise his eyes, and let out a rather perfunctory hum from his nose.

The monster that turned into green smoke didn't feel like it was making fun of itself, and still had a playful smile, jumping up and down beside him: "Hey, I also saw another high priest in the sect, Xuanwu... well, it should be Xuanwu, you say the Xuanwu family Survivals are scarce, and in this generation, there is only such a single seedling left, so how could it be brought under the command of human beings?"

The more it thought about it, the more unhappy it became. It gritted its teeth and said, "If I knew it earlier, I should have caught a few more heads to eat a few years ago. Why bother thinking about fattening it up."

The child who was struggling with homework didn't bother to listen to the nonsense of Lao Shizi. He casually flipped through the books on the side, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Come here."

He deliberately bowed his waist and lowered his body, looking mysterious, not only the monster was puzzled, but the bystander Lu Chan was also a little curious, so he bent down to probe because others couldn't see him.

Eleven opened his homework book, frowned and said in a low voice, "Go and find out if other disciples in the sect have done this kind of question, and come back with an answer."

Monster: "..." Help.

Lu Chan couldn't help laughing. He gradually recovered the memory of Shen Hegui, and also awakened his own consciousness. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

The monster is not the case, with wisps of green smoke rising from its head, it said awkwardly: "What will happen if you can't write it?"

Eleven frowned, didn't say specifically what would happen, but said, "Anyway, nagging is inevitable."

"...You are so afraid of him."

Eleven laughed coldly: "I'm afraid of him?..."

The monster thought to himself that you are not afraid of me.

It remembered the first time it met Priest Shen who was called "Floating Cloud, Hanzhong Cypress, Moonlight Crane", and suddenly shivered all over.

"I remembered that the Soul Invitation Temple hadn't been cleaned yet, so I went back first."

The monster flicked its smoke tail and fled in a hurry.

eleven:"……"

He stared at the homework book in front of him, pursed his lips, and scratched the table anxiously.

He kicked his calf under the hem back and forth irritably, and Lu Chan looked over and found that his toes still couldn't touch the ground.

Lu Chan: "Pfft."

Standing behind Eleven, he looked at the topics in the homework book. There were only transformations and upgrades of some formations, which were indeed too harsh for a god who knew nothing about this.

Lu Chan bent down slightly and raised his hand, using his fingertips to swipe across the paper, even if it couldn't leave any mark, even if it wasn't enough to change any past, he still wanted to tell the child in front of him: I'm here, don't be afraid.

Everything depends on me.

Every word he writes on the page will not appear in Eleven's eyes, and his existence has never existed for Eleven.

But he also stubbornly wants to be involved with his past.

——Please leave your past and future to me.

— Be my god.

The God of Resentment sitting at the table suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Lu Chan's heart paused for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.

Resentment God looked at him for a long time, and the time became extremely long, and his heartbeat was extremely noisy.

He suddenly jumped off the chair and walked towards Lu Chan.

Lu Chan: "..." Happiness came too suddenly.

He just wanted to open his arms, but Kuan Youshen walked past him expressionlessly, walked straight to the window, stood on tiptoes, and lay his hands on the window sill, like a kitten waiting to be fed.

Lu Chan followed his line of sight to see the gardenia trees and the courtyard.

"eleven."

Shen Hegui smiled gently, and Gardenia wrapped around his wrist, adding a touch of sweetness: "How is your homework going?"

eleven:"……"

He evaded the important point and said lightly: "Where's my snacks?"

Shen Hegui deliberately lowered his face and said, "Give me the homework. Otherwise, there will be no snacks."

Eleven was discouraged, and slid down from the window sill, with his shoulders raised and the boss pursing his lips unwillingly.

Lu Chan made a gesture of stroking his hair, and stared at Shen Hegui with hatred.

Even if he knew that this person was his previous life, he couldn't like it at all.

Sanctimonious, dressed like a beast, a gentle scum.

...how good is this kind of person.

When he catches the little princess back to reality, he must make him say "I only like Lu Chan" a hundred times.

... Forget it, don't say it a hundred times, it will make your voice hoarse.

Just type and send it on WeChat.

...that also seems exhausting.

Then punish him with a kiss.

One kiss and I'll forgive him.

Lu Chan thought to himself.

The surrounding scenery darkened, as if the tide receded.

When he raised his head again, he was shocked by what he saw.

The way of heaven collapsed, and the sun and moon dimmed.

The earth's surface sinks, and day and night are reversed.

As far as the eye can see, there are dead bodies and remains. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a purgatory on earth!

Lu Chan stepped on the stumped limbs all over the mountains and plains, instinctively searching for Qiyou's figure, but he couldn't find a hair on him.

He felt terrified, and his temples throbbed again and again.

The Seed of Calamity...

Someone ignited the seeds of disaster!

This rainstorm seems to never stop, washing away the civilization and history of the past.

All glory and sin will be buried in this catastrophe.

Resentment God stood in front of the window with a youthful appearance, looking expressionlessly at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in the distance.

"The person who used the Seed of Calamity first was actually the old mountain master..."

The monster narrowed its erect pupils, and flicked its tail irritably, greedily wanting to smell the bloody smell from the distant mountains, but what it inhaled was the fragrance of gardenias.

Kuan Youshen didn't comment too much, he heard footsteps not far away, he patted the monster casually, the latter was also smart, and immediately slipped away completely.

The one who came was Shen Hegui.

He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and his body was clean without any raindrops or mud spots. If it weren't for his rare tired look, the God of Resentment would have thought that it was not a catastrophe outside, but a simple rain .

"Shen Hegui..."

"eleven."

Shen Hegui cut off the words and called him to stop.

He raised his sleeve and wiped Eleven's forehead, "Why are you sweating, be careful of catching a cold."

Eleven shook his head disapprovingly, and pushed his hand away, "Shen Hegui, there is a catastrophe outside, don't worry about it."

Shen Hegui smiled softly as always and said: "The people outside are people, I have to take care of them."

Resentment God looked at him coldly: "Are you in a hurry to find death and reincarnate?"

"Kids, don't have such a poisonous mouth."

Shen Hegui shook his head helplessly.

Kuan Youshen looked at him coldly for a while, and he opened his mouth hesitantly, probably wanting to speak sarcasticly, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

...this is his High Priest.

He couldn't hold back a word for a while, but Shen Hegui was not angry at all, he smiled and nodded the red rope around the neck of Resentment God, his tone was as gentle as if he was reading a bedtime story to a child.

"Good boy, I will go back as soon as I go, and when I come back, I will teach you the next game.

"Let me think about it, what should I teach?"

Resentment God lowered his head and said in a low voice, "'Daughter-in-law, open the door'."

"Well, yes, this is the end of the lesson."

Shen Hegui smiled, and gently rubbed his head: "I will teach you when I come back, okay?"

Resentment God didn't say whether it was good or bad, he just watched Shen Hegui walk to the door, saw this man turned his head and smiled and joked, "Don't you wish me a triumphant return?"

He said without changing his face: "...I wish you sprained your ankle when you went down the mountain, or simply broke your leg."

If it was so unlucky, Shen Hegui was still not angry at all.

He just nodded to Eleven with a smile as always, holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying his sword, and walked away gradually.

And since then, there has been no Shen Hegui in the world.

Baihe will never come back again.

The author has something to say: There was a sports meeting this morning, and I fell asleep for a long time in the afternoon——

There are still about 2 or 3 chapters in the memory chapter.

Where are you guys spending the double festival tomorrow?

QwQ感谢在2020-09-2818:04:16~2020-09-3018:40:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 28 bottles of Zhong Guiyuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!