After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Seven days later.

Central Plains.

The daylight is just right.

Yuyixian City, where magnolia flowers never fail, Yan Beigui raised his eyes to glance at the flower branches swaying in the wind, and hurried through the quiet corridor.

The further you walk, the more people will be there, and soon you can hear noisy noises, footsteps coming and going, and the sound of magic tools breaking through the air rapidly.

When he stopped, he was already standing in front of a small building.

The front of the small building with flying eaves was neatly paved with large pieces of spiritual jade, smooth enough to reflect the figure, except for the disciple of Yuheng Tao who was dressed in white, who didn't care, the other monks who came here for the first time were all dumbfounded and disregarded their manners Yes, still lying on the ground, groping inch by inch, wishing to lick it with his tongue.

Only Yuheng Dao can directly use Lingyu to pave the ground with such lavishness. Yan Beigui remembered that he was at the foundation of the pure mountain, slowly building the structure of the Sanren Dao's main hall and so on, and remembered that he had already paid for it. Family background, but also a little bit envious.

The feeling of envy lasted only for a moment and had no effect on his state of mind. Yan Beigui walked into the small building, his eyes swept over the monks coming and going, and finally fell on a very unremarkable monk.

"Fellow Daoist Shanggui," Yan Beigui slapped Jishou, "I haven't seen you for a few days, are you still so busy today?"

The next head of Yuhengdao raised his head after many books and cases, and glared at Yan Beigui. A practitioner would not have dark circles, but behind Shanggui, there was a dark and gloomy aura, which made this good-natured and gentle-as-jade beautiful The young master was gloomy, and there were gusts of gloomy wind blowing in the small building.

"Friend Daoist Yan," Shang Gui gritted his teeth, "You have caused me so much misery."

Yan Beigui raised his eyebrows.

The passers-by disciples and monks of Yuheng Dao all stared at the two of them. Yan Beigui sat directly on the floor next to his copybook, picked up a few blank sheets of paper from the copybook, and glanced at them.

"The situation on the front line is very good."

The copywriting on the table is not something that can’t be seen. Now Yan Beigui also has the right to know that Shang Gui did not stop him, but continued to work at the desk. With a wave, cursive characters in black ink glowing with golden light are printed on the book case.

The true essence is melted into the ink, which cannot be forged by non-supernatural powers.

After the words are written, the paper is automatically folded into paper cranes, which fly back and forth in the small building. Thousands of paper cranes pass through the painted pillars and carved beams, and fly to the pavilion to flow pills. It is also a wonderful sight in Yuyixian City.

In such a large small building, all document corrections, uploading and distributing work are all handled by the business owner alone.

Although it is normal for practitioners not to eat or drink, it is not difficult to understand why Shang Gui, who has been sitting in a small building to deal with business without moving his butt since the monster wave started, looks so resentful.

Yan Beigui watched him keep writing, but just smiled.

Shang Gui glanced at him sideways.

"Nothing, I just remembered..."

"Do you remember that divine cultivator again?"

Shang Gui interrupted him unceremoniously.

Yan Beigui didn't hear Shang Gui's interruption at all, and continued: "He always can't write well, obviously he hasn't practiced before, but when he holds the brush, he feels awkward, it seems that he is used to other writing tools... If you have free time, you have to teach him well."

Shang Gui's hand that was holding the brush squeezed hard enough to break the brush.

Fortunately, there are not many other things in the small building, and there are many pens. Shang Gui changed to a new pen and started writing again. Yan Bei, who has wandered somewhere in his mind, returns.

Who would dare to believe that this is the famous Haoran Spiritual Man?

Seven days ago, Wan Xingbo fought with thousands of people with his tongue, and persuaded the casual cultivators to follow him to rescue the Haoran Spiritual Man from the Western Wilderness Tide?

Most of the people heard about this, and then heard about the demonic way, the divine way and the monster tribes attacking the Central Plains together, using the Southern Desolation and the remote places in the Central Plains as their bases, and coming in several routes. In this scene, the human race was either eaten by the monster race, or sacrificed by the gods, or used by the demons to practice kung fu with energy and blood.

With the combination of Demon Dao and Shinto, Immortal Dao is already showing signs of being exhausted, and with the addition of a demon clan, the manpower of the Three Immortal Sect will be completely overwhelmed.

If you haven't seen such a huge Yuyixian City, why don't you have one less head, Shanggui, and one person to be the head of the house?

The people were panicked and the court was uneasy.

It was at this moment that Yan Beigui once again appeared in front of people.

Appearing together, there is also the Canglan Cultivation Realm, which was completely ignored by people before.

Before the monks mentioned the Dao of Sanren, they only said that someone from Haoran’s lineage had established a sect, and the benchmark among casual cultivators was the same. Speaking of Sanren Dao nowadays, people's expressions will become a little weird.

It was this small sect that no one looked down on before, which played a big role in this four-party or five-party melee.

Sanrendao dragged in Sanren who were wandering outside the battlefield.

I don’t know how Yan Beigui told the Sanxianzong that the Sanxianzong opened the treasury and allowed him to use it as a reward to attract casual cultivators. After the casual cultivators joined, the immortal side in the five-party melee finally managed to reach the number with the other three parties.

As for the remaining side, it is Shinto.

It's not the cultivators of evil gods.

These gods may be low-level, but they are first-class experts in calming the turmoil caused by evil gods. There are gods named after plagues, there are gods named healing, and there are gods named natural disasters. Gods, there are gods who specialize in regulating the weather in the world.

They protected the human race from evil gods and turmoil, but in just a few days, they developed into a weak force that would not be ignored.

After Shang Gui finished writing his comments, he put down his pen and said to Ji Shi without raising his head: "The god that you miss so much...has a great reputation among that group of spiritual cultivators, the one from Spring Mountain Tiger, why haven't you seen him recently? ?”

Obviously, I heard that the relationship between these two people is very good, Jiao Buli and Meng Meng are not separated from Jiao, but in the past few days, Yan Beigui came to the small building alone, and Chun Shanjun was even more so.

"Did you quarrel?"

Yan Beigui finally woke up from his fugue, raised his eyebrows with interest and said, "How did you see that?"

"Obviously, Immortal Dao and Divine Dao will not last long. If you want to find a Taoist companion, some fairy will not allow you. Why do you want to go to Shinto to find a man?"

"Pin Dao was born a Long Yang."

"This question is not the point," Shang Gui picked up another piece of paper, "There are quite a few men who are convinced by you."

Shang Gui babbled and said: "How could there be a good end between Shendao and Xiandao? Don't mention Qingjie, just give an example, what happened to Suyi Xianjun and Tianyang Great God? Don't you know?"

Talking nonchalantly with Shang Gui, who was like an old lady, Yan Beigui didn't nod in response, but said flatly, "The relationship between those two is different from that between me and him."

"That's not necessarily true." Said the master of Yuheng Dao Shao, who has another characteristic of an old lady - a gossip mind.

Yan Beigui didn't make another sound, Shang Gui's pen kept slipping down, lost in it, and almost forgot that Yan Beigui was sitting beside him.

After a stick of incense, he remembered Yan Bei's return.

Shang Gui raised his head and asked suspiciously: "You should be busier than me, why do you have the time to be here in a daze?"

The commotion outside the small building suddenly became louder. Yan Beigui stood up, flicked the dust that was not on his robe, and said with a faint smile, "I'm here to block people."

After he finished speaking, Patriarch Yuheng followed a group of people and walked into the small building together.

Among this group of people, Ji Shi, who was standing a few steps behind Patriarch Yuheng, finished answering Patriarch Yuheng's question, and glanced casually across the people in the small building. Yan Beigui met his gaze.

Ji Yi's expression remained unchanged, he kept walking, and turned around directly.

The movements were so clean and neat that the onlookers all wanted to say hello to him.

pity--

"Little friend," the patriarch Yuheng smiled and grabbed Ji Shi's collar, "There is no overnight feud between friends, so don't be awkward."

Ji Yi turned back with a cold face: "My real man, when did I offend you?"

---

seven days ago.

On the sand dunes of the Western Wilderness.

The stars flickered above his head, and Yan Beigui's eyes twinkled like eternal stars, watching him tenderly with the stars above his head, without end.

"...Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Seeing that Ji Shi was still running away, Yan Beigui closed his eyes and then opened them again.

"Your surname should be Ji."

The white-haired Taoist suddenly spoke and said firmly.

"Chun, Shiji, Ji Sanchun, Xueshan, these four names, Chun and Xueshan are derived from the priesthood. In the remaining two names, the word Ji is repeated, and I don't think it was just used casually." He stared at Ji Shi slowly said: "The last name is Ji, the first name... should be one word, right?"

"It seems that you have been suspicious for a long time." Ji Jixu looked.

Yan Beigui lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and said, "Because I really want to know everything about Fellow Daoist Chun." So he subconsciously pays attention and subconsciously speculates.

Obviously he didn't say the last two words, but Ji Shi felt that there was a voice in his heart.

Like... love?

It's the kind of love that stays together for a long time, just like his parents who are going to die together.

With Yan Bei Guisi?

No, why did he die with Yan Baimao?

Ji Shi, who didn't know what he was feeling in his heart, thought for a moment and said, "You can guess my last name, but you can't guess my full name?"

Yan Beigui looked at Ji Shi and slowly shook his head.

Can't guess?I still guess it and don't want to say it.

Ji Shi found that he knew Yan Beigui very well now, this guy must have guessed what his name was, but he had to listen to it from him.

How could there be such a hateful person in the world?

"I don't want to tell you now."

"Well, it's the same after two or three days."

"Tsk."

Ji Shi pursed his lips and looked away, while Yan Beigui looked at the slight redness on his fair skin and just smiled secretly.

Several paper cranes flew over and landed in front of Ji Shi and Yan Beigui respectively. They each received news from their companions about the war in the Central Plains. Yan Beigui raised his head, wanting to say goodbye to Ji Shi.

As a result, he raised his head, and that person was no longer in sight.

Yan Beigui: "..."

At that time, the white-haired Taoist had a bad heart, as expected, and for the next seven days, he and Ji Shi clearly moved around Yuyixian City, but they didn't see each other.