After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Ji Shi raised an eyebrow on the right.

He really decided to leave Donglin Mountain in a few days.

When he came to Donglin Mountain, he was kidnapped and brought by Yan Beigui. If it wasn’t for Qixing Bai Heyu and his verbal apology—of course, Ji Shi thought that the apology accounted for a very small proportion of the reasons for his staying. Not a fraction of it—he had long since continued his own travels.Now that Seven Star Bai Heyu is in his hands, he should go even more.

Not leaving is just because of Du Rufeng.

But there are very few people who know that he is leaving, and know that he will leave in a few days.

Think about it carefully, that is, when I left Yuhefeng to find Du Rufeng today, I mentioned something to Old Man Cao.

Then...he should think that Yan Beigui knew the reason why he stayed and guessed that he would leave soon after knowing that his matter was settled, or that this bastard who looked pure white but was actually full of black ink was found in Yuhe Peak. eyeliner?

No matter which of these two possibilities is true, it shows that Yan Beigui is becoming more and more unfathomable.

And this unfathomable person is the son of destiny in the immortal way.

……Tremendous stress.

Ji Shixiang, the son of Shinto luck.

There were so many thoughts in his mind, none of which was expressed on the surface, but followed Yan Beigui's words: "This matter is over, of course I have to go."

This is nonsense.

Sensing Ji Shi's guard against him, Yan Beigui sighed secretly.

But in fact, like Ji Shi, he is a more calm person with a turbulent heart. All kinds of love words that he wanted to confide were swirled in his mouth, and he swallowed them again immediately.

After a while, he picked out the most indifferent sentence and said it: "You and I met again, it was only half a month, but it seems that we have been together for a year."

Ji Shi thought he was sarcasm himself, and joked: "Ha, have you made your life like a year? I'm really sorry, I'll leave right away."

"That's not what I mean," Yan Beigui said hastily, "Separating from you is what makes life feel like years."

This sentence is already very blatant for a person like Yan Beigui, Ji Shi couldn't help being taken aback, wondering if it was a little... a little... um, what?

However, as a straight man, he would not have thought that he would be liked by the same sex, so Ji Shi secretly slandered Yan Baimao's words more and more strangely. He didn't read "Supreme Heaven" seriously at the beginning. Could it be that this guy is the whole book They all talked like this, but the other side said casually: "Oh, really? That's really embarrassing."

Then Ji Shi raised his eyes and saw that Yan Beigui's expression seemed to have suffered a major blow, and he would pass away with the wind at any time without love in his life.

He suddenly couldn't bear it.

This point is so slight that Ji Shi himself didn't realize it, but it was enough for him to change his attitude a little.

"It's not that we don't see each other again. What a man is talking about. If you don't know, you think you are the little daughter-in-law who sent your husband to go to war."

Yan Beigui smiled when he heard the words, but said nothing.

But his eyes seemed to say it all.

The long winter day in Canglan has not yet passed, and the sky is once again covered with fine snow. Neither of them used their true energy or divine power to protect their bodies. on the eyelashes.

The eyelashes trembled, revealing the warm eyes of Wang Chuntan Hot Spring below.

Being watched by such eyes, Ji Shi felt that something was wrong with his whole body, and the palpitations that seemed to be hallucinations from the previous day reappeared, and there were even signs of getting worse.

There seemed to be an electric current running through his body, and the fingertips hanging from his sleeves trembled slightly. Ji Shi suddenly looked away, stopped looking at Yan Beigui, took a step back, and his body merged into the blue rock behind him, disappearing.

Yan Beigui stood where he was for a long time.

It was getting late, and the fine snow turned into heavy snow with goose feathers. A small bird with a bright red beak landed on Yan Beigui's shoulder, jumping around, as if he was a snowman.

Yan Beigui finally made a move, released his mighty purple energy, and suddenly bounced off the falling snow on his body, then wrapped his true essence gently, hugged the frightened little bird, and sent it to the blue sky.

Watching the little bird chirping away, Yan Beigui blushed and continued his distraction just now.

Fellow Daoist Chun is really...unexpectedly innocent.

Hmm, it's cute.

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Ji Shi, who returned to Jade Crane Peak, sneezed.

Suspiciously thinking that his current body was just a clay sculpture, and he probably wouldn't catch a cold from being exposed to snow, he called the maid to make him a cup of hot tea.

Ying Shi, a charming maid who was born as a grass and tree demon spirit, stepped back and returned soon.

What she brought back was not only steaming hot tea, but also several bags of mustard seeds.

Ji Shi first held the teacup in his hand, and warmed his fingers with the heat until now they were still a little numb—Ji Shi felt that the feeling of being electrocuted before was an illusion caused by the cold weather—and then looked at those few Bag of mustard seeds.

"Where did this come from?" he asked the maid.

The maid in the emerald green dress went to the window, put down the bamboo curtain to block the wind, and then turned her head and replied, "This is what the Elder Master said to give to you, my lord."

On Yuhe Peak, the only one who will be called the big master by the servants is the old man Cao. Looking at the extremely cute expression on the maid's face, Ji Shi sighs in his heart that the old man Cao looks so old, but the Yingying Yanyan surrounded by him is a This country is beautiful and heavenly, no matter which maid goes to the earth, she can also become a star with her face.

But Ji Shi sighed like this, and he was still not sensitive to the fact that there was a young woman serving him beside him.

He waved his hand to get the maid to leave, and after he was the only one left in the room, he swallowed the tea, which had almost dropped in temperature, and then opened the mustard bags to check.

A spirit stone packed in a mustard seed bag, a jade slip packed in a mustard seed bag, and a magic weapon and a divine weapon packed in a mustard seed bag.

Probably because he heard that Ji Shi had the idea of ​​saying goodbye, Old Man Cao prepared all the things he needed most for Ji Yi.

Ji Shi looked at the three mustard bags in silence.

He felt... since coming to Canglan, his luck has been good most of the time, could it be the effect of luck.

The people who are easy to take advantage of... There are many more people who are kind to him than before.

"Kindness...?" Ji Shi picked up the drawstring of the mustard bag and looked at the intricate patterns on it.

That kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

After packing up the three mustard bags, Ji Shi went to bid farewell to Old Man Cao.

It was still the top of Yuhe Peak, where the wind and snow could not pass through the cover of the Huahua tree. The old man Cao sat on the twisted thick tree roots, with his eyes closed, and the grass like bean sprouts above his head swayed with the breeze.

When Ji Shi came to him, the old man Cao pointed to him, the tree roots protruded from the ground, and they lingered together to form a small stool for Ji Shi to sit down.

Ji Shi sat down and looked up at Old Man Cao.

Old Man Cao didn't open his eyes, and remained silent as if he had fallen asleep, but Ji Shi was never inferior to others in terms of patience. Seeing that Old Man Cao wanted to test, he also sat quietly without saying a word.

After a long while, Old Man Cao finished adjusting his breath, opened his eyes, and looked at Ji Shi. He didn't see the impetuous air that young people often have, so he nodded in satisfaction.

So he smiled and asked a question: "Little friend, where are you from?"

This is a question I asked a few days ago.

Ji Shi's mind changed sharply, and he came up with a few guesses, knowing that the old man Cao didn't want the same answer as before.

He narrowed his eyes and lowered his brows, and said softly, "I'm from Spring Mountain, East China Sea."

"Tiger of Spring Mountain," Old Man Cao stroked his long beard, "then where are you going?"

Ji Shi bent down and saluted the old man Cao, "I'm about to ask senior to give me some advice."

"Let's go to the north," the old man Cao pointed to the north with his skinny fingers. "You are in the north, and you have unfinished business. If you don't end it as soon as possible, I'm afraid it will turn into a catastrophe."

"Okay." Ji Shi nodded and stood up: "The junior is leaving."

Grass old man also nodded, several thick tree roots arched, exposing the red soil below, Ji Shi took off his shoes, stood on the red soil, and Tudun left without saying much.

Grass old man's consciousness sensed the earth's energy through the coiled roots, and he didn't withdraw his consciousness until Ji Shi's breath disappeared from Yuhe Peak.

The old man sighed, leaned back, and merged into the big tree.

The wind blows through the leaves, taking away his low murmur.

"May I be divinely enlightened, with continuous luck—"

"Ding--"

The bell in front of Yan Beigui shook.

The white-haired Taoist is sitting cross-legged in his own thatched hut at the moment, wisps of smoke rise from the tiger-patterned incense burner beside him, lingering in the house, making everything seem to be in the clouds, making it hard to see clearly.

In this cloud and mist, the bell in Yan Beigui's hand exudes a faint halo, which is particularly conspicuous.

It was a small silver bell tied with a thin red silk ribbon. Below the silver bell hung a bright yellow crystal bead the size of a longan. Below the bead was a string of red tassels. The red tassels below and the silver bells above also kept shaking.

"He's gone." Yan Beigui said in a room where there was no one else.

The breath he exhaled when he spoke made the smoke surge in the room, and the fragrance of pure heart incense lit in the incense burner was faint, lingering around him.

Pure heart incense is not very precious, but it is very useful, it can make people calm and calm, many monks will light a furnace no matter what they do.

Yan Beigui seldom used this, but he couldn't be careless about what he was going to do now.

The three-turn Jade Liquid Pill has been completed, and now the deep purple round pill is placed in front of him.

Yan Beigui stretched out his hand, picked up the elixir that took him many days to collect spiritual materials, looked at it a few times, and swallowed it.

Whether he wanted to avenge his master back then, or he wanted to change the Canglan cultivation world now, it was all his Dao heart.

Dao Xin is established, but it is to reshape the golden core, and go through the three disasters again... What kind of disaster is it!

Three days later, people from other peaks of Donglin Mountain felt the vision and came out to see it.

In the Heavenly Sword Dao's pavilion, the elder Li Wenruo put his hands behind his back, looked up at the distant sky where the wind and clouds became dragons and tigers, the aura spread out, and the purple aura appeared, so he couldn't help but nodded.

"A first-grade alchemy, even if it is a new alchemy, it is a pity that this boy is not my disciple of the Heavenly Sword Dao."

After saying this sentence, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of sword light in the sky, and Jing Rong, who hadn't seen him for a few days, fell into the courtyard.

As the leader of Tianjian Dao, even if Li Wenruo doesn't want to care too much, he still has to ask: "Where have you been?"

"Go after that Shinto spy." Jing Rong replied blankly.

Seeing him coming back alone, Li Wenruo knew that he must have missed him, so he didn't bother to ask any more, and looked up at the vision in the sky again.

So Li Wenruo didn't see his back, Jing Rong opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Jing Rong didn't speak in the end.

Although I didn't catch up with the cook, I got a few more packets of melon seeds, and the taste of the melon seeds has improved a lot compared to last time... It should go without saying about such a trivial matter.