The Moon God Changxi [Honghuang]

It is just that the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and all the stars hang high above the sky, and it is difficult for them to compete with the jade plate.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the place where the Wu tribe gathers.

Hidden beside the flowing water of the mountain stream, Hou Tu sat there alone.

Under the silver light of the flowing water, Houtu's figure seemed a little thin.

But at this moment, Houtu's eyes didn't have the slightest focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His hands rested casually on the stone, and the sleeves had been wet or even soaked in the running water since some time, but Hou Tu didn't seem to notice at all.

It was not the first time that Houtu was distracted by nothing, and he was still absent-minded when he had something to do, as if he was absent-minded.

That is to say, Houtu is an ancestral witch, without a soul, let alone a soul.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it might look like someone is here, and the soul doesn't know where to go.

The others couldn't do anything about Houtu's appearance, they asked but didn't answer, just like a boring gourd.

It has been like this since he came back from Zixiao Palace.

Ask Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming doesn't know what the situation is.

Obviously they have experienced similar things.

But when you think about it carefully, Houtu is the one who is famous for thinking a lot among them, and also the one who is the most sentimental in comparison.

and--

Otherwise, there is no way.

Since you can't change it, get used to it.

Maybe one day I will accept Houtu's problem of always being distracted when he has nothing to do.

Although not before.

Houtu sat here for an unknown amount of time, and the moon in the sky moved quite a bit before Houtu came back to his senses.

Only then did I realize that the sleeves had fallen into the water, and the hem of the clothes had been stained wet.

Although she didn't seem to be in any embarrassment, obviously she couldn't just go back with her hands dripping and the hem of her clothes soaked.

Houtu stood up, cast a spell, and it was clean in the blink of an eye.

The water still reflects the moonlight with silver scales, not only here, but also in the distance...

and many more?

Far away? !

"Who? Come out!"

"Wow——" The leaves were shaken, and the sound of rubbing continued. Houtu couldn't help but frown, and even planned to hit it directly without waiting for anything.

Just as Houtu brewed his mana and was about to make a move, a vaguely familiar voice came, "Wait!"

The voice fell, and a bald head emerged from the bushes.

Oh no, a Zhunti came out and hurriedly called out, "Fellow Taoist Houtu, I'm here to look for you!"

Houtu looked Zhunti up and down, and asked, "Where's your hair?"

"..." Zhunti said, "Shaving off three thousand threads of affliction is beneficial to my Tao."

Hearing this, Houtu probably understood, "So are you lost? I don't know how to increase or raise hair, and my witch clan doesn't like this. Fellow Daoists, please do it yourself."

After saying that, Hou Tu didn't care what expression Zhun mentioned, and immediately turned around and was about to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

"What's the matter?" Houtu stopped and looked at Zhunti with an uneasy expression on her face. Although she is indeed a thoughtful person among the witch clan, it does not mean that there is a gap between Houtu and most of the witch clan. Far away, it is a soft bun, ready to be kneaded.

Do you have to mention who you are, and you don't have any points in your heart?

Appearing here rashly, in such a situation, I will find you a step, take the opportunity to get off quickly, or you still want to push your nose and face?

Zhun Ti was not frightened when he saw Houtu like this, but he was a little more cautious. Fame is easy to throw away, but it is not so simple to pick it up.

It's just that looking at Houtu's frightening appearance, it seems that as long as he dares to say something else, he will call him.

In this situation, Zhunti pursed his lips, with a sad face on his face, "I really shaved it myself."

"Oh—" Houtu loosened his fist, "Fellow Daoist's personal hobbies, as long as you like it, it has nothing to do with me."

"I came here specially to look for you, or the Wuzu!" Zhunti hurriedly said, "The kind related to the Yaozu!"

"Fellow Daoist Quintessence." Hou Tu said expressionlessly.

"I can assure you that what I said is true, you can swear to Heaven!"

"I heard that taking an oath to the Dao of Heaven is a big deal."

"Naturally." Zhunti nodded.

Houtu looked at Zhunti who was so natural, and sneered, "But have you ever heard that our witch clan doesn't know the way of heaven?"

"You take me for a fool?" Houtu's voice was a little gloomy, and his eyes were even more dangerous, "Or do you think that the Wu Clan are fools?"

"..." Forgot this one!

Zhunti showed a bitter look on his face, and couldn't help being in a difficult situation for a while, but fell into a dilemma of how to prove that he is actually innocent and sincere?

This kind of thing, not to mention that it hasn't happened recently, even in this life.

"Fellow Daoist, what I said is true, you have to trust me, I won't harm you anyway!"

"Zhunti is pointing at you as a manipulative and shameless guy, why should I trust you?" Houtu asked back, "Hong Yun believed your nonsense, but you two didn't even finish pretending." Xiang, you've revealed your true colors, and you still expect me to believe you?"

"Who doesn't know that you have old grievances with Changyi of the Yaozu, and you can still know about it, even things that we don't know, but you know? Really, is it a rare coincidence, or is it that you were killed by the Yaozu?" Buying, want to assassinate the witch clan?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhunti's face became even more bitter and he couldn't say anything, "Fellow Taoist Houtu, you misunderstood me. I came here this time not under the control of the monster clan, but for the survival of the witch clan, and won the Taoist ancestor!" Chance, you will be sanctified in the future, if the fellow daoists continue to procrastinate, then the witch clan will be unable to survive until the two are sanctified! Such a major event of survival is now, please believe it!"

Houtu's fingers hidden under his sleeve paused slightly, but it didn't show on his face, and there was even a look of anger on his head, "Zhunti, you are talking nonsense and cursing the witch clan here because you think I, Houtu, are really serious. Don't you dare to fight with you! Although I don't want to provoke unnecessary enemies, if you provoke me and the Wu clan again, I will definitely not let you go! If there is a fight here, I miss you Brother, I won’t come over so quickly, but my brothers and sisters can, and I will kill you on the spot.”

"Fellow Taoist Houtu! You can tell if what I say is true or not!"

"Try what, the so-called chance in your mouth? Do you want me to ask it in person, or to fight it in person?" Houtu sneered, looking at Zhunti full of disdain, "Who said that if you have that, you can succeed?" Holy? Who can prove it, can you prove it? Sensational!"

"And, why didn't I know that Fellow Daoists have such compassion for the Wu Clan? Why don't fellow Daoists show such compassion in other ethnic groups?"

"Of course it was said by the Taoist ancestor!" Zhunti said with a complicated face, "You know, fellow Taoist, that Changyi has an old grievance with me, so I naturally despise her. Now that Changyi has the opportunity to become a saint, I will Naturally, I won’t just sit and wait! After all, if Changyi becomes a saint, what’s waiting for me in the West may be doomed!”

Houtu glanced at Zhunti, put one hand behind his back gradually, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and looked at Zhunti without any trace, just when Zhunti thought he finally understood Houtu, Houtu opened his mouth slowly road--

"Heh, don't think that I will trust you just because you bear the name of Daozu."

……

……

Zhunti's complexion changed and changed, changed and changed, just like a palette.

Fortunately, he has been cultivated for many years and has a deep skin, otherwise Zhunti would not be able to maintain his desire to curse people now.

Just listening to these words, I can't wait to spit out a mouthful of old blood. He has said this to this extent, why doesn't he listen to it?

And not only did he not listen, Houtu wished he could directly refute him with a hundred sentences.

Are you an ancestor witch, or a bamboo spirit? !

Why didn't I know before that the Wu Clan is such a group of guys? !

He deserves to be defeated by the Yaozu!

If it wasn't for the majestic purple energy, Zhunti really wanted to leave, who cares about these crap things!

After all, he is still a Taoist disciple!

If it is true that Changyi became a saint, she must have bought Daozu's face, oh no, it is Master's face!

By the time……

Stop, stop, sanctification is the most important thing, nothing else is important.

Thinking of this, Zhunti took a long breath, trying to calm down.

On the other hand, Houtu still looked angry and contemptuous, but if you were not prepared to be agitated by Houtu until your mood exploded, you would find that the current Houtu had no intention of leaving in the first place.

It's just that it's a bit late when I come to my senses.

I was not rich at all, but I went to the Wu tribe and was bleeding profusely by the Wu tribe. This is no longer a simple pain in the flesh. This is clearly a severe pain in the heart, liver, spleen and lungs. All of a sudden, the West, which was not rich in the first place, was even worse.

"Obviously after I told the reason, I already doubted it, but I still pretended to be righteous, you damn witch!" Zhunti gritted his teeth.

"When we succeed in the future, we will definitely get the things back from the Wu Clan with interest." Jieyin comforted with a complicated face. Before he learned a piece of news, except for the two of them being left in the Demon Realm, the others got some ambiguous news in Zixiao Palace. As for the current scene, it is likely that when the news was revealed, Hou Tu I understand a thing or two over there...

It's just that now Jieyin looked at Zhunti's appearance, finally didn't speak, and had to let out a long sigh.

"Hey--"

"Thinking about it better, this can be regarded as our vote of honor for the Wu Clan." Jieyin sighed again, "And, even if you realized it at the time, you still had to give it."

To mention:  …

At the same time, as the scolded back soil.

He was carrying the things he searched from Zhunti to find Dijiang.

Useful, unusable, a lot of mess, it can be said that the harvest is full.

Seeing the pile of things Houtu took out, Di Jiang was stunned for a moment.

And when Di Jiang learned that this thing was dug out from the hands of the most famous stingy man in the prehistoric era, his eyes were so eager to stare.

Instead, he calmed down after learning the reason.

"Zhunti must have hidden something from us!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud noise from the sky. The huge coercion penetrated through every hole, and the feeling of oppression was full. "I am Nuwa. I have been sanctified now. I opened the Wa Palace outside the chaos. Those who are destined can come here to watch the ceremony."