It was very cold on the mountain, and the white snow was shining silver.
Lu Cijiu put his hand in Gong Xichao's pocket and held a flashlight in his other hand.
"Do you see what's wrong?" Lu Cijiu looked around and asked.
Gong Xichao looked up at the moon. Lu Cijiu suddenly realized something and also looked at the moon. Following the moonlight's lead, he found the brightest spot, at the top of the mountain.
"Top of the mountain?" Lu Cijiu asked.
Gong Xichao frowned and nodded.
We soon reached the top of the mountain. Apart from the snow and the cold, there was nothing special. Lu Cijiu bathed in the moonlight, listening to the gentle wind blowing, and the snowflakes were blown up and fell on his face and hair, more and more.
"Gong Xichao?" Lu Cijiu wasn't sure what it was, but he felt a sense of impending danger. He'd been feeling this way since he was little, taking jobs with his grandfather, saving him from life-threatening situations many times. His grandfather said he was born to do this.
"Come out."
Gong Xichao's pocket, their hands clasped tightly, and Gong Xichao patted his wife's hand. Lu Cijiu, dressed casually, calmed down. At some point, a figure appeared, about ten meters below them.
Even with the moonlight and the snow covering the distance, it was still too far to see clearly. Lu Cijiu raised his flashlight and shone it on the man. Under the strong light, he looked like a mannequin, not even blinking. Lu Cijiu frowned, "Lan Song?"
It turned out to be Lan Song.
He and Gong Xichao had teleported here. Given Lan Song's strength, a human wouldn't have been able to reach the top so quickly, and they hadn't made a single move, only to be discovered by Gong Xichao. What exactly was Lan Song?
Not a human, how could he deceive Gong Xichao——
"I'm a human." Lan Song seemed to know what Lu Cijiu was thinking. He walked forward leisurely, keeping about three meters away from the two people on the top of the mountain. He stopped and smiled elegantly, "Good evening, both of you."
Lu Cijiu always felt that Lan Song’s smile was very familiar.
"This body is human. I've been reincarnated and drank Meng Po soup. It's recorded in the Book of Life and Death. How could Gong Xichao have discovered this?" Lan Song's smile remained gentle and measured, like a gentleman. He continued, "Mr. Lu, don't you recognize me yet?"
When Lu Cijiu heard about the Book of Life and Death and Mengpo Soup, which clearly arranged life and death and reincarnation, as well as the loopholes in the underworld and the Shura and Succubus who had escaped, his head was filled with lightning and thunder. In an instant, a gentle smile met the smile of Lan Song in front of him.
"Yama?"
Lan Song didn't answer, but smiled and looked at Gong Xichao, "Are you looking for that Yinglong? She is indeed here. I also know that species, it's somewhere in the mountains and seas. Have you seen the foxes in Shennongjia?"
Although he was asking a question, he was very sure about it.
Lu Cijiu understood Lan Song's explanation clearly, and everything seemed under control. Perhaps his expression was too defensive, so Lan Song smiled and said, "It's a win-win situation."
I don't believe you. Lu Cijiu snorted in his heart, if it's a win-win situation, it's good for everyone, why didn't he take the initiative to explain it frankly before? They were kept in the dark, and the underworld kept having troubles, I'm afraid it was also the work of the King of Hell.
"The time has come. The spiritual energy of this world is becoming more and more abundant. The way of heaven has left a way out. The three who stole the spiritual energy of heaven will die in it if they don't come out." Lan Song said casually.
Lu Cijiu looked at Lan Song and asked, "What's the price?"
So kind to tell them.
Lan Song looked at Gong Xichao and said, "I'll trade you for three."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lu Cijiu's face changed when he heard it, and he cursed: "Whatever you say is what I believe."
And there were four Dalong mothers, so how could there be only three? The King of Hell didn't know that much, so he must have been deliberately deceiving them. Lu Cijiu was flustered, but he tried to calm down and analyze things rationally.
"Gong Xichao, what do you think?" Lan Song directly asked Gong Xichao who had been silent all this time.
Lu Cijiu suddenly looked at Gong Xichao.
"Who do you want to save?" Gong Xichao held Lu Cijiu's hand, looking at Lan Song with a cold and condescending attitude, as if he were an ant. "Do you want to revive the witch clan? The Nine-Headed Hellhound, Shura, the ancestor witch of space speed, Dijiang?"
Lan Song's indifferent smile slowly faded away.
"It seems to be right." Gong Xichao thought for a moment, "In the war between the witches and the lich, Di Jiang died. For thousands of years, your witch clan has been very enduring."
Lu Cijiu: ...Although this point is not suitable for complaining, this endurance is really good for driving.
"If you miss tonight, those three monsters who are in another world stealing the secrets of heaven will die, but the ancestor witch will still survive, just for a little longer." Lan Song said coldly, as if giving Gong Xichao the right to choose.
Lu Cijiu was very worried, afraid that Gong Xichao would choose to replace three people, and afraid that he would fall into Lan Song's trap.
"I choose your death." Gong Xichao said coldly.
Next second.
The heavens and the earth shook.
Snow mountain collapse.
Something broke through the ground.
Lu Cijiu was held in Gong Xichao's arms, with the sound of wind and snow whistling in his ears, faintly mixed with Lan Song's extremely excited shouts.
In an instant, Lu Cijiu knew that what Lan Song had just said was just another trick.
He was held tightly in Gong Xichao's arms, the whistling sound of snow in his ears was very faint, and the entire collapsed snow mountain returned to its original position at the peak. This space became still, which was Gong Xichao's barrier.
With a loud chirping sound, Dijiang appeared.
Dijiang's original form wasn't very pretty. It was a red, inflated bag with six legs and four wings, no face, flapping its wings. Gong Xichao didn't transform into his original form and remained in human form.
Lan Song next to him was very excited, looking at Dijiang in the sky with burning eyes.
"Wu Zu, it has been thousands of years, and you are finally alive."
"I've prepared food for you. Kunpeng and Yinglong are all your nourishment."
Lu Cijiu couldn't help but curse at the King of Hell after hearing this. It wasn't certain who was the nourishment for whom, but looking at Dijiang's appearance, he was so ugly that he was even too ugly to eat.
But his eagle is only 4,800 years old. Compared with the Dijiang River that has existed for tens of millions of years, it is really a baby.
Dijiang from the war between the wizards and the liches.
Lu Cijiu was very worried. Gong Xichao and Di Jiang had already started fighting in the air. If he didn't have Gong Xichao's safety shield, he would have been gone by now.
The two dozen were inseparable, the snow avalanche, and the airborne spell elements were excessive.
Lu Cijiu was nervous at first, but after an unknown amount of time, it felt like dawn was about to break. His mind was tense, and for some reason he began to feel blurry and sleepy. He even pinched himself.
Still wanting to sleep at this time!!!
Why am I so sleep deprived!!!
As his eyelids struggled, he heard the roar of a dragon.
Is there a dragon?
Dalong’s mother is out?
Then his eyelids drooped and he fell over.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Cijiu felt very light, his five senses were confused, his body was up and down, floating. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.
I could hear and feel the outside world, but it was a desolate darkness.
But he wasn't afraid. It seemed as if the whole body had the same aura as him, enveloping him. In this comfortable sense of security, he almost fell asleep again. If he hadn't been worried about Gong Xichao, he really could have fallen asleep.
I don't know how the fight with Dijiang went. Now that the big dragon mother has appeared, two against one shouldn't be a problem, right?
Lu Cijiu didn't want to think about it, and directly delivered the two lunch boxes to Dijiang's door.
Lan Song's talk of using Yinglong and Kunpeng as nourishment indicated that he had already laid out a plan and had a backup plan. Although he was useless at the scene and couldn't help much, it was better than just worrying about it now.
Worry about everything.
Lu Cijiu was worried, but his body was really not strong enough and he fell asleep again in a daze.
A faint voice from the heavens could be heard beside my ears: "A blue lotus was born in the chaos. The petals of the blue lotus were transformed into the Jade Book of Creation to become a saint. I began to preach the great way in the Purple Sky Palace..."
The sense of security that had enveloped him gradually faded over time. Lu Cijiu was now less sleepy, not as drowsy as at first, and his mind was clearer.
Based on what he had vaguely heard and felt before, Lu Cijiu came to a conclusion.
He seemed to have turned into a plant.
It should be the Qinglian. The lotus leaves and petals were plucked away one after another, leaving him with only a sense of security. Long before he knew the cubs were monsters from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Gong Xichao had occasionally told him stories about the ancient wars between witches and liches. Lu Cijiu had also researched them and knew some of the basics.
It seemed that the male voice speaking when he was confused should be Hongjun.
In the prehistoric era, before the existence of heaven and earth, a green lotus blossomed in the midst of chaos. The green lotus had five leaves, twenty-one petals, and a single seed. Hongjun obtained one of these petals, forged a treasure, and attained sainthood.
He is the first saint.
Afterwards, he preached in Zixiao Palace and accepted Sanqing, Nuwa, Jie Yin and Zhunti as his disciples.
Wait, let’s not talk about this for now. After Lu Cijiu sorted out the basic knowledge about the prehistoric world, he concluded that he was now that lonely lotus seed.
All the petals and leaves have been plucked!!!
The Green Lotus is a treasure. Any petal of it can help Hongjun achieve enlightenment and become a saint. The leaves behind are slightly less effective, but they are also innate treasures and were top-notch in the ancient times.
Gong Xichao and Dijiang were clearly fighting in the snowy mountains, so how come he turned into a lotus seed and went to the prehistoric world?
Lu Cijiu thought of Dijiang's attributes.
The ancestor of space speed.
It must have been a dream. When he woke up, the battle was over and Gong Xichao had won. He was very moved...
But I dare not move now.
The same green lotus, all his sisters, brothers and sisters were refined into treasures, leaving only him.
In his ears was the sermon of Tianwai Tian, which had been preached by Hongjun for five hundred years. In the prehistoric world, time passed so quickly that it seemed as if Lu Cijiu had just taken a nap, and a long time had passed in the blink of an eye.
He didn't know where he was, but he could hear and feel the passage of time.
From the primitive times to the ancient times, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti all became saints, and the first calamity of dragon and phoenix arrived.
The dragon clan and the phoenix clan began to fight.
Then came the Lich War.
This time, he tried to stretch his arms and legs, and they actually moved. He transformed into a human form. Lu Cijiu looked down at his hands. They were very white, probably because they hadn't been exposed to the sun. His hair was also long, and he was naked. Fortunately, there was no one here, and the surroundings were foggy.
Lu Cijiu thought that it would be better if Gong Xichao was here, because he had clothes in his Qiankun bag. Now he was running naked, and he didn't know where to get clothes...
Then his body changed into an apricot-white robe.
Lu Bijiu: ...
Just don't run naked. Lu Cijiu wanted to find Gong Xichao, but he didn't know where this place was. He wanted to get out of this foggy place first. It was like he had learned it all by himself, taking off automatically.
The Lich War is over.
The demon palace collapsed, and Patriarch Kunpeng ran away with the River Map and Luoshu.
From the time he knew he was a lotus seed to now, tens of millions of years have passed, and Lu Cijiu felt that all this was unreal. One day, he woke up and opened his eyes to find himself in the shelter, and saw Gong Xichao's face.
He had to find a way to get home.
The Lich War was over, and Dijiang had died. He could do nothing but wander aimlessly, not knowing where he was. He was surrounded by mountains, the plants had withered, and the rivers had dried up.
The living environment is harsh.
"This is the last egg of the Kunpeng clan. I don't believe that the Kunpeng Patriarch will not come back."
"He stole the River Map and Luo Shu and betrayed our Demon Court. No matter where he hides, we must kill him and avenge the two Heavenly Emperors."
The two Heavenly Emperors of the Demon Court are Donghuang and Haotian.
Lu Cijiu thought of something, his eyes fixed on the egg that the demons were pointing at. It was a golden egg, the size of a small watermelon, round and similar to the golden eggs they had at shopping malls.
But this egg is rounder and very golden, emitting a valuable luster.
Could this be Gong Xichao as a child?
The demon tribe quickly agreed to use the egg to lure out the Kunpeng Demon Master and plan to kill him together. As for the egg, of course it had to be destroyed.
The egg was casually thrown into the grass nearby, and the demons scattered and set up an ambush.
The demon tribe sent a message, but they didn't see the Kunpeng demon master appear, so they decided to kill him and destroy the Kunpeng egg. When they found the egg, they found that the grass was bare and there was nothing.
"Where's the Kunpeng egg?"
Lu Cijiu stole the eggs and ran away!
He was truly useful. It was indeed a lotus seed from the Chaos Stage. He had penetrated the demon clan's formation to retrieve the egg, and without breaking the formation, he had successfully obtained it. Lu Cijiu, clutching the small egg, ran as fast as he could, his destination unknown. He was simply heading in the opposite direction of Northern Juluzhou, where the demon clan lived.
He didn't know how long he had been traveling, and he didn't need to eat or drink. It really felt like a dream.
At the end of the world is an ocean that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Lu Cijiu ran with the golden egg for an unknown amount of time. When he saw that there was no road to the seashore, he took the egg out of his arms. Waves crashed against the shore, the sun set, the tide rose and fell, and then there was a subtle click.
He didn't hear it wrong.
There was a real cracking sound.
Lu Cijiu lowered his head, and the golden eggshell cracked open. A tender golden little eagle sat in the eggshell, with its head resting on half the shell. Its wet pair of golden eyes looked straight at Lu Cijiu.
I don't know if there is a fledgling effect.
"Bang!"
Lu Cijiu: ...Listen to me, Gong Xichao, wake up!!!
This shouldn’t be Gong Xichao, right?
Lu Cijiu prepared himself mentally, it shouldn't be the case. He wanted to be Gong Xichao's father before, but after they got together and fell in love, he no longer had the hobby of being Gong Xichao's father!
Could it be that I saved the wrong Kunpeng?
"Beep, beep."
The golden, wet little eagle looked at him, making the same syllable sound. Lu Cijiu later realized that he had misunderstood. Little Kunpeng didn't call him dad, but just chirped like a bird. He must be hungry.
The road is like a lotus seed, which seems to be a family of its own among all the plants in the world. Wherever you go, there are lush green plants, which exude a bit of kindness, and some plants even give you fruits on their own initiative.
There is a fruit here, which tastes as sweet as a spring. The tide rises and falls at the seaside, leaving crabs, shrimps, and various shellfish and seafood on the shore.
Little Kunpeng was staggering, with his head resting on the eggshell and his tender little mouth sticking out.
"No, your mouth will break if you do that. I'll peel the shell for you—"
“Click.”
Lu Cijiu looked at the little Kunpeng, who looked like a chick. His tender and cute little mouth quickly and accurately picked up a shrimp on the shore that was bigger than his head. With one bite, he separated the shrimp's head and body and swallowed it whole in two mouthfuls.
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This isn't Gong Xichao, right? Right? Right?
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