The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

The heart of God can also be called the godhead.

There are two ways to become a god, one is to rely on self-cultivation, after hundreds of thousands of years of unremitting efforts, and finally ascend to become a god; the other is to inherit the heart of God and take a rocket to the sky.

In the past few hundred years, the aura in the world has been meager, few people can ascend to the ascension, and the connection between humans and gods has become more and more shallow. The members of the spiritual world have their own sects, and the major families are chaotic.Later, the old director single-handedly founded the Spiritual Office to reunite the scattered sand in the spiritual world, but he couldn't stop the coming of the Dharma-ending era.

First, the four gods of east, west, north and south fell, and then several big families disappeared.The exhausted land veins of Dragon City and the doom of Wind City may be the harbinger of the end of the world.

Xia Yu has seen the heart of God, to be precise, it should be the heart of water.

She is the last snow beast in the world, and was raised after being rescued by the descendant of Xuanwu God and the old head of the Jiang family in the north.

In order to repay her kindness, she guarded the Jiang family for more than 500 years, and the Jiang family also changed several owners.

The old Patriarch who saved her has been practicing in seclusion since he stepped down from the position of Patriarch. More than 200 years ago, the old Patriarch left the seclusion, but brought a bad news—the Xuanwu God fell, and the heart of God fell into his heart. In their hands, they must elect a new Xuanwu God as soon as possible, otherwise they will encounter disaster.

She has no interest in becoming a god, and has been by the old Patriarch's side since he left the customs.Disaster struck early the morning after his announcement, so fast that they hadn't had time to choose a successor.

In order to prevent the heart of God from being buried under the snow with him, the old patriarch gave her the heart of water and let her escape with the godhead, as far away as possible.

She took one last look at the old Patriarch in the freezing wind and snow, and ran away in a panic with the heart of water in her mouth, but accidentally swallowed the godhead into her stomach.

The Jiang family was buried under heavy snow within a day. She suppressed the heart of water that wanted to merge with her, and dug down more than 30 feet. There was nothing under the snow, and the Jiang family could no longer be found.

Later, she wandered around in various cities, looking for ways to separate the heart of water, and finally lost control in Syracuse, causing a snow disaster, and was suppressed by Zhu Junyang and Xue Yaguang to go underground. Over 100 years of repression on the head.

……

The big white tiger, the high priest, the big guard brother, and everyone in the Yao family turned into golden light spots and merged into Yao Wenjing's body.

Gold and red complement each other, and red is slightly better.

Before closing her eyes, Xia Yu seemed to see the crystal tears in the corners of the little tiger's eyes, moistening the fur at the corners of her eyes.

All the sounds between the sky and the earth disappeared, and after a few minutes, she felt the golden and red light in front of her eyes dissipate, and she heard the sound of the wind blowing the grass again.

As soon as Xia Yu opened her eyes, she saw Zhu Junyang's face enlarged in front of her eyes.

Zhu Junyang tilted his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Xia Yu: "!!"

All the voices disappeared again, and only Zhu Junyang's voice remained in her mind: "I made you worry."

Xia Yu: "(*艸`*) Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhu Junyang: "...?"

Wen Yan said softly: "It's over."

The two of them looked towards the center of the altar together with him. The grass that was full of kneeling people was empty at the moment. The White Tiger God and the high priest were gone. Only Yao Wenjing, the ghost in the center, stared blankly at a point in midair. .

Xia Yu couldn't help but linger on the spot where the two older brothers had knelt for a while.

Although it wasn't considered bullying them, she did scare them.

I haven't had time to apologize to them...

Zhu Junyang walked forward with his arms around her shoulders, and the three of them stood right under the altar, looking up at Yao Wenjing.

Yao Wenjing finally regained her senses and jumped off the altar: "Let's go, the White Tiger Map is about to collapse."

Black fragments have appeared in the distant sky, and the farther place has become pitch black. The blackness continues to spread to their positions, like a virus that is rapidly invading, and like data that is constantly disintegrating.

She stretched out her index finger and lightly drew an oval in the air, and a golden swirl appeared in front of the three of them.

Wen Yan got in first, and Zhu Junyang took Xia Yu's hand and walked in too.

Only Yao Wenjing was left.

She looked back at the altar for the last time, as if she saw a group of vague figures waving goodbye to her, at that moment, she burst into tears.

The paradise where the Yao family had avoided the outside world for 70 years finally collapsed completely, and Yao Wenjing walked out of Baihutu without looking back.

Four people appeared in the room out of thin air, and the white tiger puzzle was shattered into a pile of powder, which was blown away by the breeze entering the hall.

Yao Wenjing was very silent, and the others didn't say much.

The purpose of their trip was to find the descendants of the White Tiger God. Now that they have not only found the descendants, but also found the new god, it can be regarded as overfulfilling the task.

It's a pity that no one is happy about this, and the atmosphere is even more gloomy.

When they went out, they encountered a swamp again. Yao Wenjing swiped with the fresh and warm golden aura, but the formation didn't change at all.

This is to prevent people with metallic aura from leaving, no matter how strong the golden aura is, it will only be turned into a supply here.

After walking out of the swamp, several people bowed deeply to the swamp. When Xia Yu, Zhu Junyang and Wen Yan straightened up, Yao Wenjing still lowered his head and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Xia Yu gently patted her back: "Have you recovered your memory?"

Yao Wenjing raised her head, revealing a pair of red eyes: "No."

"But..." She touched her heart, "I feel very sad."

This choice is inevitable, not something she can control.

There was nothing she could do but go with the flow.

Xia Yu hugged her: "I don't know how to convert the speed of time, but these 70 years may have been hundreds or even thousands of years for them. They are not old or dead, they have been living in the strong sunshine, Maybe I don’t want to live like this for a long time.”

Yao Wenjing buried her head in her chest, sobbing in a low voice, which later turned into howling.

In the cold spring, several people listened to her cry for a long time in the cold morning wind.

In the end, Yao Wenjing wiped away her tears, and smiled embarrassedly at Zhu Junyang: "I'm sorry... hugging your girlfriend for so long..."

Zhu Junyang was expressionless: "So can you return it to me?"

Yao Wenjing hurriedly pushed Xia Yu into her arms.

Xia Yu whose clothes were still wet on his chest: "??" Why are you so fat?Why did Yao Wenjing throw it away after using it? ?

Zhu Junyang said quietly: "The beauty is in my arms, do you want to miss her for a while?"

Feeling the danger, Xia Yu quickly shook her head: "What beauty? Didn't I hug a piece of wood just now?"

Yao Wenjing gave her a blank look, called Hu Feiwei and asked him to drive to pick them up.

After a while, Hu Feiwei arrived with a whimper.

Several people quickly got into the car, enjoying the warmth of the air conditioner in the car.

Xia Yu finally let out a sneeze that he had held back for a long time.

Zhu Junyang quickly held her hand to send him warmth.

Yao Wenjing sniffed embarrassingly: "I'm sorry for asking you to stay with me outside for so long."

Xia Yu sneezed two or three times in a row, and then felt the cold belatedly, and couldn't help but slip into Zhu Junyang's arms: "It's okay, I didn't expect that I would be so cold-resistant."

Hu Feiwei looked at them from the rearview mirror: "How is it?"

Xia Yu looked up from Zhu Junyang's arms, exchanged glances with the boss, and chose to keep silent.

Wen Yan was fascinated by the scenery outside the window.

Yao Wenjing hugged and whined, as if nothing happened: "I found it, I am the descendant of the White Tiger God."

Hu Feiwei: "? Director, don't lie, aren't you from the Northeast?"

Yao Wenjing was strangely silent.

According to the high priest, she was born in Kunlun and grew up in Kunlun; she has never been to the Northeast since she can remember, so why does she think she is from the Northeast?

This may be an unsolved mystery.

Hu Feiwei didn't get an answer, so he thought they hadn't found anything. Yao Wenjing was just teasing him by saying that he was a descendant of the White Tiger God, so he stopped asking.

Sitting in Yao Wenjing's arms, Wuhu looked back at Xia Yu: "Sister Xia, are you going to catch a cold?"

Xia Yu sneezed one after another: "I——Ah, I also feel that I'm going to catch a cold."

Wuhu told her earnestly: "After you go back, you'd better drink some ginger water, so as to prevent colds."

Xia Yu: "..." Is ginger something that beasts can eat? !

But it was inconvenient for her to refute Wuhu's kindness directly, so she said vaguely: "It's okay, I'm strong, and I'll be fine after a few sneezes."

So after returning to the hotel, Xia Yu tactfully refused the love ginger soup that he made because he felt guilty for causing her to suffer from the cold, and invited the boss to live with him.

Zhu Junyang wanted her to drink the ginger soup, but he was afraid that she would find it too spicy, so he finally decided to use fire aura to warm her body.

At noon and afternoon, everyone studied Yao Wenjing's matter together again.

Although she has integrated the spirit of the White Tiger God, she is still not the White Tiger God. Only after she can completely absorb the energy inside can she be regarded as a real god.

The situation in the world is critical, and classical Chinese can't tell who is behind the scenes, but it can give them a reminder-gather the survivors, gather everyone's strength, and maybe they can fight against them when the war breaks out in the future.

This day passed quickly, and Hu Feiwei still couldn't believe that Yao Wenjing changed into a shotgun and a cannon, ready to clean up and become a god, and the whole fox was very disillusioned.

He couldn't accept a god who spoke Northeast dialect.

Think about it, when you ask God to bless you, God says, "Don't worry, it's okay"; when you curse your enemy to God, God says, "I'll kill him right now"—not necessarily In this case, here is just an example-would you be disillusioned and doubt your life?

Anyway, he is skeptical.

Everyone was very tired at night, so Xia Yu and Zhu Junyang didn't bother to study the tie cough, and they fell asleep with their feet on their feet and their faces facing each other.

In his sleep, Zhu Junyang still didn't forget to use his spiritual energy to drive Xia Yu away from the cold.

The effect of driving like this all night was very obvious, Xia Yu not only didn't catch a cold, but also gloriously got angry.

When she woke up the next day, her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak, and her head hurt like hell.

——The headache is purely because she has to deal with other people's "so intense last night?" kind of teasing expression.