After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Yan Beigui drew his sword to meet him.

"spring--"

The latter two words were lost in the hurricane rising from the ground.

At that moment, the tents in the entire camp were blown to the sides by the tornado from the interlaced midpoint of the two swords, and the wooden hairpin that Ji Shi used to hold his hair, engraved with the prohibition of pure heart and firmness, etc., was directly chopped off by the wind blade Broken, a hair of blue hair loose, swaying in the wind.

"I wipe—!"

After Ji Shi cursed fiercely, the next moment Tudou escaped, Yan Beigui took a deep breath, and with force on his wrist, he pushed aside the sword that was pressing against him.

The comer pursued him relentlessly, and the friction of the sword created an electric arc. Before the second sword fell, the eight golden swords flew out from under the man's feet, flying straight into the sky, as if they had sunk into the sun.

The visitor was startled, and before he had time to see where the eight golden swords were going, the true energy attached to the spirit sword surged, he let go of his hand, and the hilt of the sword was pressed against his palm, spinning like a spinning top.

The spinning spirit sword turned into a shield, and the moment the person came to react, the golden sword fell from the sky like a meteor, wrapped in a ball of fire, with high heat from friction with the air.

Lianlian can even be said to be full of rhythmic seven "Boom!"

Ji Shi, who came out of the ground, holds the golden sword Xiaoba in his hand, and looks like a lunatic - half of his face is covered by too long bangs, and countless sand falls from his long hair, making the mountain god look ashamed and embarrassed.

The huge force of the falling golden sword caused the surrounding tents, which were already overwhelmed, to collapse completely, and even a deep pit appeared at the point where the golden sword fell. The smoke and dust did not disperse. Across the sunken deep depression and the gunpowder smoke with visibility less than one meter, Yan Beigui and Yan Beigui looked at each other with a feeling in their hearts.

In the deep recess someone was panting.

The gunpowder smoke was quickly blown away by the wind, revealing the true colors of the people under the pit.

"Fellow Daoist Jingrong," Yan Beigui greeted blankly, still pointing his Haoran sword at the pit, "Are you feeling better?"

Ji Shi replied in his heart instead of Jing Rong who seemed to be a little unconscious: It's not good at all.

Jing Rong under the pit gasped heavily again.

The little sword master of Tianjian Dao looked even more embarrassed than Ji Shi at the moment. Holding his spirit sword, he half-kneeled under the pit, his upper body was almost naked, and the only cloth strip that could provide cover was hung in his hand. On the elbow, the arm bulged because of the bending, full of strength.

Fortunately, although the trousers on the lower body of the little sword master are torn, compared with the upper body, they are still polite and civilized. Ji Shi recalled the first time they met in the small secret place of Donglin Mountain, and found himself very much wondering what made this The little sword master became so miserable.

... He can try it next time, it should be very cool.

After realizing that Jing Rong didn't respond, Ji Shi and Yan Beigui directly left him in the pit.

In the tent camp, people's voices gradually became louder, and the three of them fought against each other, making such a big commotion that it was impossible not to be noticed.

Ji Shi and Yan Bei came here just to track down the guy who cast a curse on the food and tempted travelers, and had no intention of contacting the local residents, and the soul of the evil priest who had been captured before did not know where it fell during the battle just now. Ji Shi, who didn't have time to search for more valuable things from the memories of the dead souls, knew that his goal had failed, so he gave Yan Bei a look.

Yan Beigui nodded.

The white-haired Taoist began to tidy up the collapsed tents around him.

The corner of Ji Shi's mouth twitched as Ji Shi wanted Yan Beigui to leave immediately with his eyes, and stood there for a long while, silently watching Yan Beigui busy.

After a stick of incense, he was dragged away by Yan Beigui, and they were busy together.

Use divine power to balance the land that was devastated just now, repair the potholed ground, and finally clean up the earth atmosphere of this land habitually.

When Yan Beigui handed over the money to the mortals and left with him, Ji Shi was in a daze.

……what happened?Has he completely turned into a good person who does good every day?

Yan Baimao's influence is so great?

Yan Beigui, who left the camp, felt a little heavy. It took him a while to realize that Ji Shi was looking at him, and he couldn't help turning his head to meet his gaze.

The two looked at each other, and the white-haired Taoist noticed that Fellow Daoist Chun was looking at him with some trepidation.

Yan Beigui: "?!!"

Ji Yi immediately looked away.

The scattered blue hair raised a small arc as he moved his face away, sweeping across the tip of Yan Beigui's nose.

The white-haired Taoist sniffed, and couldn't hold back after a long while, and sneezed.

He hit Ji Shi directly, and the mountain god felt that he was sprayed on the back of the head by Baimao's spittle.

Yan Beigui: "...uh."

Ji Yi: "Hehe."

They stood not far outside the camp. Although the distance between them was only a fist away, the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, Yan Beigui looked at Ji Shi, who had his back turned to him, and only turned his long sand-stained hair because of Tudun's rush, and suggested, "There's water over there...do you want to wash your hair? "

Ji Yi felt pain in his forehead.

Dust removal is fine.

But there is only one wooden hairpin.

Ji Shi doesn't care, but in the great world of Canglan, whoever has a hairstyle, everything is courteous, but for Ji Shi, if he doesn't look too weird in this world with short hair, he won't waste his energy The hair is getting longer, and now there is no wooden hairpin to tie the hair, so let's continue to let it loose.

The sun was strong, and the black hair that was thrown back casually after being chased away by the master was rippling in the wind, and the ends of the hair reflected a shimmer, like a green glow.

Yan Beigui watched from behind Ji Shi, the fingers of his right hand hanging by his side trembling.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to gather the black hair behind Ji Yi.

Ji Shi: "Yan Baimao? What are you doing?"

Yan Beigui didn't speak.

He combed his long hair with his hands, sliding his fingertips along the texture of the long hair, the black hair that was scalded by the sun almost burned his fingertips.

Ji Shi was dull and felt something was wrong: "Yan Beigui?"

"Help you comb it." Yan Beigui replied.

When speaking, the white-haired Taoist had to stick his whole body to Ji Shi's back. Ji Shi, who was rarely so close to people, was agitated all over, and suddenly wanted to run away immediately.

But... just... brushing your hair, isn't it?

Whether it's Earth or Canglan, it's okay for good brothers to help each other comb their hair... right?It's not about helping each other.

But he seems to have forgotten one very important thing, especially important in this case.

While Ji Shi was desperately recalling, Yan Beigui's fingertips slowly pressed against his subordinate's scalp.

Warmth and warmth came into contact with each other, and there was a scorching heat in an instant.

Ji Shi found that he couldn't concentrate on remembering what he had forgotten, so he shivered for a while, while Yan Beigui felt his hair suddenly exploded, standing upright one by one, and becoming a little fluffy.

Why is it a bit like a cat?

Yan Beigui smiled secretly, his movements were no longer slow, he neatly arranged Ji Shi's hair, pulled out his own hairpin, and inserted it into the bun.

Then he no longer missed it, let go of his hand, and took a step back.

"All right."

"……Oh."

Ji Yi felt that he still hadn't reacted for a long time.

He tried his best to ignore the tingling scalp, and reached out to touch the newly tied bun. When his fingertips touched the radiant and moist hairpin, he found that the hairpin was still warm.

"Baixue Xiangyun Hairpin," Yan Beigui said, still standing behind him, gently or softly, "I asked a craftsman from Yuyi Immortal City to make it. It's not a good thing, but it's just for clearing the mind and preventing evil spirits."

His tone made Ji Shi shudder for the third time.

"Uh... sent me?"

"Well," Yan Beigui nodded with a smile, "I'll see you off."

Ji Yi: "..."

Very wrong.

It's getting worse and worse!

What is wrong, what did he forget!

While Ji Yi was thinking hard, another person who had been standing by the side watching the two of them interrupted his thinking.

"Can you pause for a moment and pay attention to me?" the man asked.

Ji Yi raised his head, glanced at this person, then lowered his head and continued to think.

Noticing that Fellow Daoist Chun started to engage in the usual tricks, Yan Beigui blinked, turned his head, and smiled at the person who spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Jing Rong, do you look better?"

"Okay," Jing Rong said, "the eyes are uncomfortable."

Yan Beigui completely ignored his last sentence, and continued to smile: "Then what's the matter with you?"

Jing Rong was stunned.

It is rumored that Yan Haoran is willing to help others, no matter whether the other party asks for help or not, he will do his best to help the other party, and usually he will not ask for payment.

But why does he feel that the rumors are completely wrong at this moment!

Just at this time, Ji Shi woke up from the corner of his head, and found that no matter how much he racked his brains at the moment, he couldn't remember the thing he had forgotten. Ji Shi gave up in discouragement and began to pay attention to his surroundings.he

His eyes moved back and forth between the two monks who were looking at each other, and he quickly understood what happened, so he chose to ask Jing Rong first.

His first question was: "What happened to Du Rufeng?"

"The cook...don't know."

After he finished this sentence, he began to explain in concise words.

This has to start after Donglin Mountain.

For the brothers of Tianjian Dao, it is very noteworthy that their big brother Jing Rong has been going to the West Wilderness almost every year in recent years.

There was a game of betting on which female disciple the little sword master's confidante was, and even the one who suppressed the female cultivator of the magic way. Unfortunately, they all guessed wrong. Jing Rong didn't like the confidante, but... melon seeds.

Every second day after he set foot on the Western Wilderness, there would be a priest of Baiwei God who would give him a big bag of melon seeds. Jing Rong took it and stopped looking for the god who had escaped from him many times. , Go straight back to Zongmen.

Once a year, the sword cultivator and the divine cultivator have an incomparable understanding.

But Jianxiu, who came to Xihuang this year, found that no one came to give him melon seeds. He went to find the cook, and found that the cook was gone.

After hearing the beginning of the story, Ji Shi had to support his forehead.

"...What kind of friendship is this, you two are a good pair of friends."

Both Yan Beigui and Jing Rong found his words inexplicable, but Ji Shi felt that something flashed through his mind, and he finally caught the tail of what he had been thinking about before.

...friends...love...fellowship...

Shit, how the hell did he forget that Yan Beigui is gay!