The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

call……

The night wind blows.

The fair and fat member of the fairy arts committee was lying on the bed of the village chief's house, covered with an old quilt and pillows with a musty smell.

In my ears I heard the snoring of my thin colleague.

But he smiled.

"Hey, we did it again."

His hand stretched out the quilt, and tied a silk thread with his little finger, connecting it to the window and tightening it tightly.

Even the little finger was hung up by this thread, hanging into an uncomfortable position.

"Sleep."

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

…

"Is this useful?"

The bronze hall is filled with various bronze instruments.

There are square cabinets, a round forging furnace, a test bench with dragon carvings, and a stone trough for raising snakes. There are snakes inside, "hissing" and sticking out their tongues, "swishing". Brush” swims around.

The ancient immortal, who had white beard and hair and a strong build, stood beside the experimental table and subconsciously glanced at the fat apprentice's little finger.

"Tie a thread to the window, will it help?"

The fat apprentice grinned and stepped forward.

“Who knows if it’s useful or not?

"Anyway, it's better than nothing."

This fat man has a smile on his face for a long time, but he is actually brave and careful.

He operates however he likes, and Gu Xian is too lazy to interfere.

"Give me the snake."

The fat man immediately took out the snake still stained with blood from his arms.

The ancient immortal took it, put the snake into the instrument, and read the memory of the Immortal clan that the snake had stolen through the bronze mirror.

Then he saw the mirror, and a blurry picture emerged.

Some are flying clouds in the sky, some are desolate hills, and some are ancient cities covered with moss...

Gu Xian sighed.

"It's been so long ago, and their memories are all blurry."

The brain capacity of the Immortals is actually not very large, and the memories that occupy the most of their storage are the memories of recent years. The longer the memory is, the more it will be forgotten by them.

Facing this vague and fragile memory, Gu Xian carefully observed it.

“They will never forget some of the most impressive things in life.

"What we are looking for is this flash of memory."

The fat apprentice nodded, then lay down next to the test table, and together with the master, looked at the mirror and read the memory.

…

Huh...wu...

On Fox Mountain, the wind is still strong.

The foxes had already had their lunch and were lying on the chairs in the maintenance department of the exchange. They were all lying on their backs, stroking their round bellies, and watching the surveillance system comfortably.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

The ring beard and white earrings were held in the arms of the master. Together with the master, they watched the surveillance of the small mountain village of the Immortal Clan.

At this time, the camera moved little by little and looked at everyone in the village.

"That little fat guy, his rank is quite high.

"What does he want to do when he studies the Immortal Clan?"

Fox Mountain has actually studied the Immortal Clan!

There are a total of more than twenty branches of the immortal clan in the world. After the passage of time and the ups and downs of history, they have lived to this day in the deep mountains, old forests, and isolated islands in the east, west, north, and south of Kyushu.

But these immortal clans actually have little research value...

“They…can’t practice.

"Other than longevity, it's not a big deal."

The Immortal Clan can't continue practicing until they reach Sequence Six, and they can't afford to make any waves.

In fact, the vast majority of the Immortal clansmen don’t practice at all!

As long as they don't practice, they won't die of old age, and they can enjoy endless lifespan.

As long as they practice, they will lose their longevity. The higher the cultivation level, the heavier the damage.

The longevity clan of sequence nine only has a lifespan of 500 years.

The Immortal Clan of Sequence Eight only have a lifespan of three hundred years.

The Immortal Clan of Sequence Seven only have a lifespan of one hundred years.

And if you are an Immortal Clan who has cultivated to Sequence Six, you will only have thirty years left to live.

For them, practicing cultivation is tantamount to committing suicide.

Such a useless race, what does the little fat guy want to do by studying them?

…

In the corridor of the small building, the sound of footsteps sounded quickly.

The lights are bright, illuminating the night like day.

In the offices on both sides, the keyboards were crackling and still ringing.

"There seems to be something abnormal about Dong Yicun of the Immortal Clan?"

"The Immortal Arts Committee of Sichun went to install the Xizhou Boss Exchange?"

"ah?"

In the conference room, Qi Dakui, Li Momogu and others had just settled down and were stunned when they heard the news.

"Why are you messing with the Immortals?"

"Should we bring them back immediately?"

"Or just pretend nothing happened?"

Hu Shanjiu, who was sitting at the conference table, didn't understand very well.

"What happened to the Immortal Clan?

"What's there to be afraid of?

"Didn't our Secret Brain Office massacre the Immortal Clan once?"

The disciples sitting around the table shook their heads quickly.

“No, no, it’s different.

“That time the Immortals wanted to invade the world, we had no choice but to take action.

“Furthermore, those immortal tribes have already practiced cultivation and have only a few years to live, so they are not really immortal tribes.

“As for the true Immortals, the cause and effect involved is a bit scary.

"My master once said that the Immortals were probably some princes or even emperors of the ancient Immortal Dynasty, a special race of people specially cultivated for the sake of the popularity of myths, so that they could contribute to the popularity of myths over the long years.

"There is another possibility. It is said that the Immortals are left in the world by the underworld and the ghost gate. The ruler of time... I don't quite understand this either.

"Anyway...this thing is very evil.

"Someone in the Immortal Dynasty once wanted to take over the Immortal Clan, but it all ended in failure.

"The strategy we set before was to ignore the Immortal Clan."

The meeting room fell into silence.

Ignore the Immortal Clan?

Just ignore it because you are afraid that this thing is evil?

Why does this sound weird?

Then Li Mushroom cleared his throat.

"Ahem... um... it's not that we don't care.

"The descendants of the Heavenly Palace Holy Land have their own division of labor, everyone knows this.

"We have the strongest descendants of the Heavenly Palace, who are responsible for studying the Immortal Clan.

"So, um... we don't need to care about that thing anymore."

...

In the bronze hall.

The bronze mirror flashed through the long past of the Immortal Clan.

From the sky before the fall of the Immortal Dynasty, from the vassal states at the foot of the mountain, they experienced the heyday of the Immortal Dynasty and witnessed its fall.

And when the new civilization ignited the fire on the earth again, they broke out of the ground again, wiped off the mud on their faces, and started the long journey of immortality again.

When the rivers and seas were peaceful, they reclaimed wasteland and formed a village.

When the war broke out, they hid in the mountains, men farmed and women wove.

When outsiders came to their village, without exception, they were all brutally killed by them.

Some people in their tribe left to experience the colorful world.

On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, some tribesmen suddenly came back from the outside world.

They had also experienced civil strife, bloody fighting, and separation and reunion in a long history.

After entering the new era, they could not survive in the open, so they broke up into pieces, fled to the mountains, and fabricated false household registration.

After entering the fairy art era, they also watched the news, were restless, and wanted to practice again, and end this long and boring life with decades of brilliance.

But the corrupt heart could not produce courage after all, so they could only continue to stay in this remote mountain village.

The pictures in the mirror flashed frame by frame.

The fat apprentice frowned.

"Another useless memory."

"Master, did the emperor really guess right?

"The root of the destruction of the world is related to the so-called immortals?

"It doesn't look like it.

"They just live a little longer, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"I am a descendant of the Heavenly Palace on the immortal martial arts path, the second strongest person in the world, and I am wasting my life and energy on this group of people?"

Gu Xian sighed, not too sure.

Take the bloody bronze snake out of the sink, pull off the snake's head with a "click", and straighten the snake's body with a "swish", turning it into a straight arrow and putting it in the quiver next to it.

And there are already eleven other arrows in this quiver, from eleven other immortal bloodlines.

"Since the mission assigned to you is to monitor the immortals, then you should do this well.

"The emperor once speculated that in history, there were immortals who broke through the restrictions that immortals could not practice, and practiced could not be immortal. On the road to immortality, they continued to practice and became one of the sources of darkness.

"This kind of speculation...it's hard to say whether it's right or not.

"But... well... anyway, let's investigate."

The fat apprentice, named Wang Zihao.

He smacked his lips at this time, feeling indescribably weird in his heart.

Is the martial arts emperor reliable? He was assigned a mission for a vague guess?

This is too weird.

Just as he was about to say something else, his face suddenly changed.

"Huh?"

Swish...

He disappeared from the dream.

In the present world, he was still covered with an old quilt and a moldy pillow.

The silk thread tied on his little finger suddenly became loose.

He opened his eyes and looked at the window.

Then he saw that the window was pushed open silently under the night.

And the one pushing the window was a huge, rotten claw!

In an instant, his heart seemed to be pinched by someone!

In an instant, big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead!

He felt a fatal danger!

Is there really something wrong with this immortal clan?

The huge claw is still pushing the door!

And he lifted the quilt with a "whoosh" sound!

With a "swish", he grabbed the thin colleague and knocked him unconscious with a palm!

Then eight bronze tripods appeared in his eyes, circling and dancing!

Then pieces of bronze runes appeared under his feet, condensing into combat boots!

"Hey!"

He shouted, his tongue bursting with spring thunder!

He took a step forward and shrunk the earth into an inch!

Swish...

He carried the fainted thin colleague to the center of the village, to the narrow, Xizhou Boss Exchange!

In his mind, the voice of Master Gu Xian was anxious and flustered.

"Why are you here?

"Run!

"Xizhou Boss may not be willing to protect you, and may not be able to protect you!"

Wang Zihao shook his head.

With a solemn face and cold sweat, he looked at the night sky outside the small temple.

"No, Master.

"My intuition tells me that only this exchange has a glimmer of hope. "

Hu... Woo...

The cold wind howled in the night sky outside the temple gate!

Wang Zihao saw that figures were flying one after another in the streets, alleys, and sky not far away!

Light and eerie, spreading all over the sky!

Gathering towards the Xizhou Boss Exchange!

One after another, wearing rotten robes, wearing huge hoods, revealing rotten claws!

It was the ghost messenger of Huangquan!

Wang Zihao wiped the sweat from his forehead, subconsciously took a step back, and came to the deeper part of the exchange.

"The Underworld Ghost...is really such a ghost..."

Subconsciously, he looked up at the small temple and saw the vines and purple morning flowers growing in the temple.

"It should be okay... Xizhou boss... he..."

Huh...wu...

The cold wind howled outside the door, and there were many ghosts and shadows in the wind. A group of patrolling ghosts were approaching the small temple!

They surrounded the small temple, flying up and down, left and right, and swept in like a wave!

And this small temple is like a boat swaying in the waves!

Click...

The tiles on the roof were cut short!

Hiss...

The bricks on the wall were scratched!

Wang Guoao subconsciously went deeper into the small temple and took another step back.

He was sweating coldly and his face was pale.

"This this……"

At this moment, white mist suddenly rose from the altar table behind him.

A woman's voice came from the billowing fog.

"who are you?

"Verify your identity?"

…

call……

The night wind in Xizhou is equally cold.

In the staff dormitory, Lu Baiyun was sitting in front of the dressing table. In the mirror in front of him, Wang Aozi's figure appeared.

She had just received a task from her boss to verify this guy's identity.

…

Huh...wu...

Within the Yellow Spring, yellow sand is flying, and the sky is covered with vast greenness.

The immortal official in robes sat on a chair in the sea of ​​sand, looking at the mirage in the sky.

The picture that emerged in the mirage was none other than Dong Yicun!

"Ah... the Immortal Clan... the boss of Xizhou...

"I want to see if he will come forward this time?

"Are you going to come out wearing that fake robe again?"

The immortal official sneered and saw that the Xizhou boss exchange had been sealed by white mist and could not see clearly inside.

…

Fox Mountain.

Exchange Maintenance Department.

Bai Mo hugged his two apprentices, stared at the surveillance camera, and frowned slightly.

"Is the Immortal Clan still involved with Huang Quan?"

I also saw in the picture that Wang Aoao used a bronze bell to verify the identity of the successor of the martial arts path to Tiangong.

I also heard Wang Guoao express all his concerns about the Immortal Clan in a short language!

"...What we are afraid of is that there are people from the Immortal clan who break through the restrictions and practice immortality, and live forever in practice!

"This is one of the sources of darkness speculated by the emperor thousands of years ago!

"And finding out about this is my mission!"

The eyes of the two apprentices in Bai Mo's arms were already shining.

"嘤嘤嘤?"

"Ouch?"

There were also a bunch of disciples around, all excited!

They don't know anything about the Immortal Clan...but they saw ghosts outside the small temple!

They think of that handsome Kuruoye robe!

Are you going to wear that dress again?

I want to wear them all!

"Forehead……"

Bai Mo frowned and thought for a moment.

"As for that robe..."

…

Huh...wu...

Wang Aozhi was sweating profusely. Through the fog, he saw outside that the ghosts and angels were already kneeling down, lying down, and spreading out on the ground!

Their shoulders were trembling, as if they were crying, but also as if they were laughing!

They actually knelt down, lay down, and crawled towards the exchange bit by bit!

Wang proudly's heart beat faster and faster, and he felt more and more frightened!

It doesn't look right!

Can the boss of Xizhou still control these ghosts?

But I saw the ghost at the front, with a huge body, kneeling and lying down, translucent, approaching the small temple!

And the ghost claws, the size of cattail leaf fans, even poked their way into the small temple...

He retreated subconsciously, and with a thud from his body, he touched the altar table in the temple!

Suddenly, amid the sound of "rustling", the vines on the walls of the small temple began to grow, twist, and deform, seeming to turn into runes.

And that ghost claw came in, reached the threshold, and touched the air in the temple with its fingertips... with a "whoosh", it was actually ignited!

brush……

The ghost claw retracted quickly!

call……

Five-color flames burned the ghost's claws, climbed up the ghost's arms, and burned half of the ghost's body!

"Ahhhh...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The ghost's body was ignited, rolling, roaring, and wailing, and his voice gradually became smaller and disappeared in the blazing flames... In the end, he was burned into a mummy, and then the flames gradually extinguished, and he was burned again. The howling cold wind blew it away and turned into flying ashes, floating into the night sky and disappearing.

Wang proudly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing the ghosts kneeling down one after another in the cold wind outside the door, they all fell silent.

They are still shaking.

Shaking like chaff.

They lay down deeply, with their buttocks raised high.

Just like that, he knelt on the ground outside the temple gate!

Don’t get me wrong, book friends, I’m not trying to wrap things up in a hurry. How is that possible? . Hahaha. .

The results of this book completely exceeded my expectations. Although it was nothing at the starting point, for me, it can even be said to be the highest achievement in life before the age of thirty.

As I write this, I feel a lot of pressure every day.

I have indeed encountered some very helpless things recently that I need to do.

It’s really not about ending things in a hurry.

You can believe in my feelings about this book, and you can also believe in my professional attitude.

After finishing this period, I will devote myself to writing a book.

Then, uh. . Dear book friends, see you tomorrow