New Era Big Demon Game Rules

Let's talk back many years ago, tens of thousands of years ago when Mu Shen first developed his spiritual wisdom.

Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You respectively occupied a large area of ​​prehistoric land, and they lived in peace at first, until one day, maybe it was due to ambition, or maybe it was something else, in short, the two forces fought as expected.

This caused a lot of damage and turmoil in the prehistoric times, even though Mu Shen only stretched the branches and leaves in Du Guang to bask in the sun, he had heard a little bit about it.

"Only one co-lord is allowed in this world." Crown Prince Changqin shook his head, "The God of Water serves His Majesty the Yellow Emperor, and my father serves Lord Chi You. It is only natural to break up."

"This war lasted for a long time, almost involving the entire prehistoric period, until the two adults met for a decisive battle. On the same day, the water god and my father also met in Buzhou Mountain."

"My father was very strange that day. He never wanted me to be involved in the war. Fortunately, I was studying music theory in Lishan, but he was uncharacteristically that day and asked me to go to the battle site with him. I could see that he had nothing to say. It was only when he was nervous or couldn't bear to face his old friend."

Speaking of this, Changqin added: "By the way, although the water god and my father are opposed, I can feel that their relationship has always been very good. This is also the point that puzzles me the most. I don't understand why they want to fight."

Mu Shen nodded, signaling Changqin to continue.

Perhaps it was because of the ups and downs in her mood, Changqin was unexpectedly calm when she said this: "I thought this was just a point-to-point discussion, but since that day, I have thought about it for 3000 years and haven't figured out why they chose perish together."

Mu Shen frowned, feeling that Changqin's words seemed to have a tendency to be too obvious, and suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe it: "Did they do it on purpose?"

Changqin glanced at Mu Shen, nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, they want to die."

"I remember very clearly that back then, my father was evenly matched with the water god. They fought for a day and a night, until the next morning, when ten golden crows flew out of Tanggu."

Having said that, Changqin raised her head slightly, as if she wanted to look at the only remaining Golden Crow in the sky through the roof and the mist surrounding Buzhou Mountain.

"They stopped together. I saw my father smiled at me. I felt bad. I was hesitating whether to go forward. He had already turned his eyes and looked at the water god. They seemed to have said something. I watched helplessly. The two rushed towards Buzhou Mountain Pillar together, Water God took a step faster, but my father was not too slow."

"It is said that Gonggong touched Buzhou Mountain in anger, but it was actually broken after being hit twice."

Changqin's tone was calm, but there was clearly moisture in his eyes, and he said, "Then the sky fell."

The sky is falling.

Mu Shen unconsciously chewed these three words repeatedly, and he didn't know what he was doing.

It seems to be thinking of Du Guangzhiye back then, and it seems to be more than that. He feels as if he has overlooked some important information, but he is trapped in the quagmire of memory and cannot get out.

Changqin fell behind, and the scene was quiet for a while. Mu Qianxiu and the three of them didn't know what was going on. If you think about it carefully, it seems that after seeing the emperor bird, they have been surprisingly quiet all the time. Mu Shen has been receiving all kinds of information. It was a mess and there was no time to care about it, but Lan Jiu secretly glanced at it a few times, pretending that she didn't find anything, as for what was secretly in her heart, no one knew.

It was Lan Jiu who finally broke the silence. He seemed to have been unaffected, and his calmness was almost abnormal.

"Then why did the prince Changqin stay in Buzhou Mountain for 3000 years?" Lan Jiu's tone was light, as if she was not digging out other people's secrets but discussing some light issues.

Changqin is very self-restraining, and when she heard the words, she made a faint smile, with a somewhat sly look: "Of course it is for my father's last wish, if you can help me realize the wish I said earlier, I will not worry much about the past." I will give Yun Sheng my father's relics."

Mu Shen was taken aback for a moment, knowing that Changqin was adjusting on purpose, he couldn't help laughing: "That's thanks to Changqin's kindness."

Lan Jiu: "..."

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After successfully landing outside the peach forest of Hongluan Division, Mu Shen asked Lan Jiu to make up with him, and stepped into the formation step by step.

The remaining three people did not follow, saying that they wanted to split up and report to Xiangliu, which would save him from waiting too long. Mu Shen had no objection to this, after all, he had already got the answer he wanted from Changqin. Ask Mu Qianxiu to pay attention on his behalf, and then listen to whether there are any other details that Changqin didn't know about the Battle of Buzhou Mountain that Xiang Liu said.

The red luan star is like spring all the year round, and the peach forest is always in bloom, just like what a marriage should be like.But Mu Shen only found it ironic.

The story of Hongluan and Ziwei, Changqin didn't go into details, but Mu Shen can guess it roughly, just like the purple clothes that Hongluan Xingjun has always been obsessed with, and the vacant roof position beside him, it is said that Ziwei Xingjun The violin case that has never been opened but never leaves the body, everything has the answer together with the black jade planted by someone in the back mountain.

Some things become a habit even if they are forgotten, unconsciously sticking with the passing time, as if they never left.

"You seem to be very depressed?" Lan Jiu held the somewhat ruddy hand of the person in front of her, which was set against the peach forest. Said: "Go slowly, I will not be able to keep up."

Mu Shen was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't know whether he was walking fast or slow when he was distracted before, and now he slowed down, seeing that Lan Jiu's hand didn't let go, he didn't feel anything wrong, shook his head and said: "Sorry, it's not really Down, just feel pity."

He has never liked anyone, and he doesn't know what kind of feelings it is. It's just that he will never feel happy when he hears about other people's tragedies. What's more, that person is not someone else. Although he is not close, he is also blessed. Master of Grace.

"Zifeiyu, how do you know the joy of fish? How do you know that they are not happy?" Lan Jiu held Mu Shen's hand, walking slowly, as if walking in a peach forest, and spoke casually.

Mu Shen stopped, and looked at Lan Jiu in surprise: "Are you comforting me?"

Lan Jiu nodded with satisfaction: "Exactly."

Mu Shen turned back indifferently, and said quietly for a long while: "Has anyone ever praised Master Jiu, your comforting skills are unique?"

Lan Jiu laughed out loud: "No, I usually don't comfort people, and Xiao Yunsheng is the first one."

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the peach forest, Lan Jiuzhou pinched Mu Shen's hand unintentionally and said, "Xiao Yunsheng, do you think this is going to the exit?"

Only then did Mu Shen feel something was wrong, and he withdrew his hand while responding, his mood was much brighter because of Lan Jiu's insincere comfort.

Out of the big formation, the two of them flew all the way to the main hall. Lan Jiu looked at the mountain palace in front of him, and the layout that was completely symmetrical with Ziwei Xing, which was obviously the result of careful arrangement, secretly sighed in his heart, not wanting to let Mu Shen Feeling lost, he didn't say anything.

Red Luan Xingjun was nestling in the main hall basking in the sun, when he saw two people flying towards and landed in front of the main hall, he took a closer look and found that the one who was particularly good-looking in front of him was his apprentice, and he immediately beamed with joy.

"Apprentice! How did you know you came back to see me?" Hongluan Xingjun jumped off the roof and landed in front of the two of them, complaining happily with a small face: "You are so boring as a teacher, those disciples are not good-looking, There is no one to play with me."

Mu Shen is very used to it, although it is a little strange to think that his master was once a magnificent beauty, but now he is still a little girl, and he has no psychological burden: "It's the disciple, isn't it, the master may enter the palace?" A story?"

Hongluan Xingjun gave Mu Shen a strange look: "Apprentice, what's wrong with you, have you been infected by some old antique somewhere, why are you talking so old-fashioned?"

Mu Shen: "..."

It seems a little bit to say this, these days I deal with the residents of the ancient world too frequently, first Xiangliu, then Huangniao and Changqin, as an old antique in the ancient world, even if he comes into contact with the outside world, he will inevitably get used to it, so he will naturally I got used to it, but I forgot that this master is a young and promising master who can make him a success.

Hongluan coughed lightly, and said vaguely: "The sentence just now should be said like this, Master, it's my apprentice brother who made a mistake, let's go in and talk again!"

Mu Shen: "..."

He felt that Hongluan might have come into contact with some civilizations he didn't understand recently.

Lan Jiu couldn't help laughing at the side, which attracted Hong Luan's attention. Hong Luan looked Lan Jiu up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "You are also very good-looking, and you still have a familiar aura about you."

Lan Jiu thought it was Ziwei Xing's aura. The ancient Xingjun had a dog's nose. He smiled and said in a childish voice with a low magnetic voice: "Hello, Master, Xiao Yunsheng. I am his little friend Lan Jiu. Shall we go in and talk?"

Hongluan felt that Lanjiu was very good, so she nodded to save face, and said happily: "Let's go."

It's actually a little weird for three people to sit and chat in such a big main hall, but since Hong Luan happened to be basking in the sun here, the few of them didn't bother to bother.

"Master, this disciple... came back this time because I have some doubts about the operation of the mind."

Hongluan tilted her head to look at Mu Shen: "It shouldn't be, I see that your breath is very harmonious."

Mu Shen continued to make up nonsense without blinking an eye: "Yes, but I feel a little dizzy when I use my mind to play the music score. I dare to hope that the master can demonstrate it, and then let the disciples explore the circulation of the master's spiritual power. Good study."

Hongluan thought for a while, and felt that dizziness was a serious problem, and there was nothing wrong with the apprentice's suggestion, but she didn't think about why it wasn't the apprentice playing the flute for her to investigate, so she readily agreed: "Okay, you can find a flute for the master later. Come."

As he spoke, he groped around twice, took out a jade flute from the portable space, and waved to Mushen: "Apprentice, come here, put your hand, where should you put it, forget it, let's put it on your head .”

Curling her lips in displeasure, Hong Luan began to play when she saw that Mu Shen was ready.Red Luan Xingjun is indeed a person who can make friends with Leshen. Hearing her flute, Mu Shen suddenly had a sense of reality that "this is an ancient Xingjun".

After a song, Mu Shen withdrew the spiritual power he had probed in Hongluan Xingjun's body: "Thank you, Master, for teaching."

Hongluan nodded, and casually threw the flute back into the space and said with concern: "Apprentice, can you find out where the problem is?"

Mu Shen thought for a while, and said that it would be impossible to make up one, and he would be discovered if he made it up, and maybe a new wave of humanistic care would usher in, so he nodded calmly and said, "I found it."

Hongluan's eyes sparkled: "What's wrong?"

In order to prevent Hong Luan from discovering that he was cheating and violently hurting others, Mu Shen took two steps back beforehand and said solemnly: "It's because the disciple's body is too weak and he doesn't have enough energy, and he feels dizzy after playing for a long time."

Hongluan nodded in a daze, as if she had never heard of such a saying, and said with concern: "Then apprentice, you need to strengthen your physical exercise, the body is the capital of the revolution."

Mu Shen complied calmly and respectfully.

Lan Jiu, who was watching from the sidelines, suffocated her internal injuries from laughing. Who would have thought that a big demon would fool Master with the reason of playing the flute and lack of oxygen?

Xiao Yunsheng's serious nonsense appearance is really cute.

The author has something to say:

The garbage author doesn't want to write a small theater today, because she wants to change the name of the article again, but she can't think of a suitable one at all (manual goodbye.JPG)

So Micro Theater:

Lanjiu: The hand in hand is successful, I have to write it down in my notebook!