The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

Not everyone in the Zhu family is as capable as Zhu Junyang, they are just a group of ordinary cultivators, fighting against the sky, the earth, and the people.

Today, when spiritual energy is rare, very few people can really cultivate into immortals, and the Zhu family has been going downhill.

Under such circumstances, the ancestor of the Zhu family—the Suzaku god who was born in Jiangcheng, suddenly lost contact with the head of the family, and at the same time, the ever-burning lamp representing the ancestor on the third floor went out.

Everything was like a bolt from the blue, almost knocking Patriarch Zhu into a fool.

He had a premonition that the Zhu family was about to perish, so he plunged into the dead end and searched hard, and finally let him find a glimmer of life—to use all the strength of the Zhu family to push the most outstanding Zhu Junyang to the altar, and to integrate the leftovers left by the Suzaku God. Divine power, become a new generation of Suzaku God.

The avenue is ruthless, but there is always room for it.

It was after Zhu's father made this decision that Zhu Menglong defected to the Zhu family.

"In fact, I'm sorry for him and the Zhu family." Zhu Junyang turned to the page recording Zhu Menglong's defection, and lightly touched Zhu Menglong's name with his finger, "Before the accident happened to the Zhu family, our relationship was pretty good..."

She and Zhu Menglong are twins, and from the very beginning, they have more bonds than other siblings.

She can understand Zhu Menglong's defection, but she can't tolerate him taking away the Zhu family's last hope of survival, even if that hope is very faint...

Xia Yu propped her chin and sat on the threshold, next to him whining in his original form and fluttering against the lonely butterfly.

There were only the two of them living in the entire Zhu family, as well as Wuhu and a few other small animals.Apart from these, there are only the growing weeds and the thick dust in the house, the silence is lifeless, and the desolation is sad.

Without waiting for her reply, Zhu Junyang calmed down and turned another page, the paper was rattling by the wind passing through the hall.

"This page contains some of my father's experiences before he felt the disaster—" she said, "He contacted several other descendants of the Star God, but did not receive any reply."

Xia Yu continued: "They must have encountered the same thing."

Zhu Junyang said "hmm": "My father also has such suspicions. He has been in contact with the descendants of Dongfang Azure Dragon God, but the message talisman sent in the past has been unable to get a response..."

Fifty years ago, mobile phones were not yet popular. The two families, one in the east and the other in the south, lived in the mountains. Without a phone, the messenger symbol became the fastest way to contact them.

Xia Yu said in a low voice: "Something must have happened, and the descendants of Xuanwu have also died."

"What?" Zhu Junyang didn't hear clearly.

Xia Yu said loudly: "I said—something must have happened to the descendants of Qinglong, is there anyone left from their clan?!"

"I am not sure as well."

After the Zhu family was destroyed, she set up a tomb for everyone, invited the Zhu family's patriarch into the ancestral hall, and then embarked on the road to hunt down Zhu Menglong.

For so many years, she always thought that after the fall of the Suzaku God, the way of heaven wanted to establish a new god, so she killed the descendants of the former Suzaku God, so she never investigated the reason for the demise of the Zhu family.Now that I think about it carefully, something seems wrong.

"Father seems to have some guesses—" Zhu Junyang followed his words, "The law of heaven is inhumane, the four clans are destroyed, the world is in chaos, beasts are running around, people are dying...the black hand behind all this..."

Xia Yu looked back at her: "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Zhu Junyang showed her the red book that recorded the important events of the Zhu family: "It's such a coincidence that this page was torn."

"It must be Zhu Menglong!" Xia Yu was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let him go!!"

Zhu Junyang shook his head: "It's useless, it's his avatar that came, and it's useless to catch it."

And this book is covered with thick dust, it is estimated that Zhu Menglong has torn off that page long ago.

The feeling of the truth flying away before his eyes was really uncomfortable. Zhu Junyang closed the book, knowing that he could not get any more useful information from it, stood up and walked to Xia Yu, and stretched out his hand to her: "Let's go, let's Go find the descendants of the Four Gods and see if there are any other survivors."

Xia Yu felt a burst of inexplicable pride, and grabbed Zhu Junyang's hand: "Our journey is the sea of ​​stars!"

Zhu Junyang silently withdrew his hand, and wiped it on his clothes in disgust.

Xia Yu: "..." This familiar disgust, I haven't seen it for a long time, and I still miss it.

Zhu Junyang, who had gone a few steps, picked up Wuhu and called her back: "Aren't you leaving?"

Xia Yu quickly got up and rushed to her side in a few steps. The two walked down the stairs side by side and walked out of Zhu's courtyard.

The vermilion door was closed again, shutting Zhu Junyang's childhood and youth in the courtyard with deep walls, and when she walked out of this door, she was that invulnerable boss again.

When the Suzaku died, all the birds in the Mountain of Tears followed, so there were very few birdsong in the Mountain of Tears.

They walked for a long time in such a quiet jungle, until they got through a bush and saw the road and a few faint pedestrians.

A few people who were still trying to climb up asked them: "Little girl, where did you come from?"

Zhu Junyang blocked Wuhu's foot with his arm, and Xia Yu replied, "This is our pet."

The group of people said: "I thought you picked it up from the mountains, I thought I would go and see it myself..."

Xia Yu laughed dryly: "Hahaha how can it be? Look at the smooth wool, how could it be wild?!"

When the two groups of people staggered, I could still hear the big brother muttering: "I was thinking about catching one too..."

Xia Yu wiped the cold sweat off her brow.

After going down the mountain, Wuhu never turned into its original form, and slept in Zhu Junyang's arms.

They went to Lying Spirit Tea first.

There were many people in the spirit tea in the afternoon, tea guests from all over the world sat together, and the whole small building was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Jiang Tian was wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was sitting on the third floor of the teahouse, doing his calculations, and there was an account book on the table in front of him.

Seeing them, he stood up to greet them, and then asked, "Is there any gain?"

Zhu Junyang shook his head.

Jiang Tian knocked and knocked on the wooden table with his right hand, and said after a long time: "This morning, when I was sorting out the materials of the Ling Office, I found that there were two names in the new member materials passed to Jiangcheng by the superiors a while ago. The place is—Syracuse."

He raised his head and smiled at Zhu Junyang, very gentle and elegant: "Since Mr. Zhu has the intention to join the Spiritual Office, why have you been indifferent to my invitation so many times, but now you are willing to give up the distance and return to the establishment of Xuecheng..."

Zhu Junyang remained expressionless, and said calmly: "My lover is from Syracuse."

Jiang Tian frowned: "Oh? I don't know who is so powerful..."

"That..." Xia Yu weakly raised her hand, "It's me..."

Jiang Tian: "...?"

Zhu Junyang tilted his body, and put his head on Xia Yu's shoulder expressionlessly, exuding weakness all over his body: "Since I married her, I naturally want to go to Xuecheng with her."

Xia Yu only felt that her shoulders were extremely heavy, and she nodded with a stiff neck: "That's right, that's it."

A crack appeared on Jiang Tian's perfect expression.

But fortunately, he has lived long enough to be a human being, so he quickly skipped this very uncomfortable topic for some reason: "The spirit world has been very bad recently, and the accidents at the festival are obvious to all. If Zhu If you find anything, sir, please let me know, after all, you are also a member of the Ling Office now, and you will be prosperous and all will be damaged..."

"I have some immature guesses, and I'm not sure yet. I went to Kunlun this time to prove these guesses." Zhu Junyang straightened his neck, "If my guesses are confirmed, I will report them to the Ling Office as soon as possible."

Only then was Jiang Tian satisfied, and led them to the teleportation formation.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at Kunlun station.

The descendants of Baihu, the God of the West, live near Kunlun, and they are neighbors with Bai Ze and others.

The spring in Kunlun is not much different from the winter in Syracuse. The cold wind is blowing in the face, and the passers-by outside the hotel are all wearing thick coats.

Xia Yu and Zhu Junyang welcomed their old friend - Yao Wenjing.

Yao Wenjing patted Xia Yu on the back very enthusiastically: "Oh my god! The surname Jiang told me that you are coming, but I still haven't believed it. Why do you have the time to come here? What else do you need to do?" ?”

This accent is really kind, Xia Yu couldn't help but continued, "We're here to find someone, and let's take a look at how you are doing!"

Zhu Junyang looked at the two people walking forward together with their shoulders and backs crossed. The Northeast dialect was better than the other, and they couldn't help but raised their hands to cover their faces.

I really can't bear to look directly...

They had some minor conflicts with Yao Wenjing during the festival, but these conflicts were all defeated by the magic of the Northeast dialect, and Xia Yu and Yao Wenjing forgot about them.

Wuhu jumped from Zhu Junyang's arms to the ground and turned into a human form.

Yao Wenjing was surprised: "Is this the white Ze that came back from above? How can it become a human so quickly? After the founding of the People's Republic, it is not allowed to become a spirit!"

Wuhu said seriously: "Our Bai Ze is born with spiritual intelligence, it's not considered to be a spirit, it's just a normal growth."

Yao Wenjing knelt down and pinched his little face: "This kid is so cute!"

Xia Yu coughed: "Hey, be careful what you say, he's not yet of age."

Yao Wenjing immediately changed her words: "It's so cute!"

Well, it's better than the previous one.

……

Zhu Junyang didn't hide his secrets, and explained to her his purpose of coming: "We came to Kunlun this time to find the descendants of the white tiger."

Yao Wenjing: "What the hell? Descendants of the White Tiger? Can you go to the zoo to find it?"

She died only a few decades ago, and by chance, she became a big ghost, and even became the head of the Ling Office, but she didn't know much about these historical cultural relics.

It is of course impossible to go to the zoo to find the descendants of the white tiger, Xia Yu patted Xiao Wuhu: "Come on, cub, tell this sister what the Four Divine Beasts are!"

Woohoo, let's start the science popularization. What are the four gods of the stars, who are in charge of the southeast, northwest, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and Yao Wenjing was stunned to hear it.

After he finished popularizing science, Yao Wenjing groped her chin thoughtfully: "Baihu... I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

Yao Wenjing was from the Northeast, and died when she was in her 20s. Because she died in Kunlun, she stayed in Kunlun for a long time.

Xia Yu stared at her eagerly.

Yao Wenjing scratched the back of her head: "I feel like I've heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it..."

Xia Yu rolled his eyes at her.

Saying it is the same as not saying it.