There were many strange things in the vast world. Natural disasters, lightning, thunder, wind, and fire were explored by people one by one. They obtained all kinds of divine power, and from there, they mastered all kinds of transformation power. From then on, they established their own sects and split into the righteous path and the demonic path. The Central Plains had beautiful mountains and rivers, it was prosperous and rich in resources, it was firmly occupied by the righteous sects. The demonic path never forgot to fight for it, but it never succeeded. When the righteous and demonic forces fought, the Nanman alien races took advantage of the situation. The beast kings led millions of beast demons to attack, causing the lives of the people to be plunged into misery and blood to flow. In the end, he was severely injured by the leader of the righteous path, the current sect master of the Qingyun Sect, Dao Xuan, on the Green Cloud Mountain. Not long after the Beast King fled back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he died. Just as the world wanted to rest and recuperate, the Ghost King Sect's sect master, Ghost King, cultivated the Four Spirit Blood Array and bewitched everyone. He attacked the Qingyun Sect again, but was killed by the Ghost King Sect's vice sect master, Ghost King, with the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword. The world was shocked, but Ghost King eventually threw him into the vortex in the sky and disappeared.
Five miles away from Heyang City, there was a mountain range with strange rocks and deep cliffs. Occasionally, there would be people admiring it, but the mountain range was too low, so it was not valued by the righteous and demonic sects. Now that the Ghost King was bewitching them, the mountain became even more desolate. Cold winds blew in the Hundred Miles Mountain, as if countless souls were crying. Even in the daytime, it was gloomy and terrifying. On the mountain, there was a white figure flying in the air. She was dressed in white and there was a white ribbon under her feet. She rushed past, leaving behind an afterimage. If there were men here, they would definitely be attracted by her beauty. The orthodox disciples who knew her would call her a " demon ". If it was a person in black, holding a fire stick and a little monkey, he would definitely call out "Little White". This woman was the nine-tailed fox, Little White.
Little White didn't fly very fast because she was thinking about a person who had entered a state of dementia. He slowly raised his head and looked at the vortex in the sky.
The Ghost King had already taken down the Qingyun Sect, right?
Xiaobai thought.
Suddenly, she was attracted by something. A black dot flew over from the vortex in the sky.
As they got closer and closer, the black dot became bigger and bigger.
She slowly saw it clearly. It seemed to be a person.
He was like a person who had been thrown away.
Xiao Bai would not care about such matters because she never thought of herself as a good person.
When this person flew over Xiaobai, she saw him clearly.
It was a man.
A man in black.
A man she was thinking about.
The white shadow suddenly turned around and flew toward the man.
The man watched as he flew towards the cliff. He had no fear, no sorrow, and he did not use his own strength to fight for a little hope of survival. The cliff in front of him seemed to be his release.
He was really tired.
He wanted to rest.
At this moment, a white belt wrapped around him. Under the guidance of its master, the white belt forcefully lifted the man's body, which was flying downward, and drew an arc in the air. The man then felt a pair of hands grabbing him. They continued to fly towards the cliff. The moment they touched the cliff, Little White used its nine-tailed fox instinct and grabbed a sharp rock on the cliff with its bare hands. It used the force to change direction and sent them to the top of the mountain.
The man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Little White clearly. He secretly sighed at his fate and wondered why he couldn't die even if he wanted to. After seeing that he was fine, Xiaobai slowly put him down. If Xiaobai knew what he was thinking, she might throw him down again.
"Are you alright?" Xiaobai asked gently.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Xiaobai.""Why did you save me?"
This question made Xiao Bai furious."Do you want to die? Do you want to die like this? Is there nothing worth living for after Bi Yao dies?”
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the grass on the ground.
Little White looked at him, who was as stubborn as a block of wood, and shook his head helplessly. He took out a bell from his pocket and made a crisp clang.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at the bell. He slowly stretched out his hand towards the bell. When his hand touched the bell, Little White could clearly feel his entire body trembling. He put the bell on his chest and never took his eyes off it.
Xiao Bai did not disturb him. She knew how important this bell was to him. Little White stole it from Hu Qi Mountain in order to wake him up.
The bell in his hand was the Joyous Bell that locked Bi Yao's soul.
He just looked at it without moving. He didn't even blink. Just as Little White was about to lose control, he closed his eyes. Two streaks of tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes. He slowly put the Joyous Union Bell in his arms and slowly stood up again, walking forward.
He seemed to have won a life.
He had defeated a life that was filled with tragedy.
"Gui Li, where are you going?" Xiaobai asked from behind.
"I don't know." Gui Li raised his head and continued walking.”
"Find a place where there's no one and hide. With the Ghost King's personality, he will kill you sooner or later!”Xiaobai said as she watched the figure walk away. Gui Li's figure stopped there for a moment before walking forward again.
"The Ghost King is already dead."
The peaceful mountain was still peaceful, as if nothing had grown. Only a shocked white figure was left on the mountain. "Impossible." Xiaobai kept muttering. If someone else had said this, Little White would have thought that he was joking. However, since it came from Gui Li's mouth, it couldn't be fake. However, who could kill a Ghost King who had mastered the Four Spirit Blood Formation? Xiaobai could not find an answer even after thinking about it repeatedly. When she wanted to ask Gui Li for an answer, he had already disappeared. Little White secretly blamed itself. It didn't even know which direction Gui Li was heading in, nor did it know where Gui Li was going, so it could only fly towards Green Cloud Mountain.
At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Caomiao Village.
This place that had long been buried, broken houses and broken walls, and clumps of weeds added to the desolate atmosphere. Very few people were willing to pass by this place because it was still very gloomy. The tragedy 20 years ago had added a layer of gray shadow to this place. However, it wasn't that there weren't any creatures here. In a corner, there was a monkey sitting there, playing with a 'fire stick' in its hand. Beside it was a piece of green cloth. When you get close to it, you will be surprised to see that this monkey has a third eye between its eyebrows. The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey seemed to be waiting for someone as it kept looking at the village entrance. Suddenly, it picked up the 'fire stick' in its hand and grabbed the corner of its clothes. It quickly ran towards the village entrance and met a black-clothed man who was walking towards it. This black clothed man was Gui Li, who had just separated from Whitey, and this monkey was his 'partner' Xiao Hui.
Xiao Hui nimbly hopped onto Gui Li's shoulder. Gui Li slowly walked towards the corner where he had been sitting for a few days and where Xue Qi had been taking care of him for a few days.
After a long time, Gui Li turned around and walked towards the third house in the second row of the village. He slowly opened the door and walked in. The room was still decorated. There was an eight-square table facing the main door, and two old chairs were on both sides of the table. Because it had been deserted for many years, no one cared about it. Therefore, whether it was the table or the chairs on both sides, there was a thick layer of dust. Gui Li kneeled down in front of the Eight Immortals table. Xiao Hui also quietly stood at the side. Gui Li looked at the table as if he was reminiscing about his childhood.
Gui Li's voice could be heard from the wind,""Father, Mother, Lil 'Fan is back."
In the past, there was a rule in Caomiao Village that in order to expand the village, all the descendants of Caomiao Village had to build another house to live in when they got married. As a descendant of Cao Miao Village, Zhang Xiaofan naturally wouldn't break this rule. Now, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have been reborn. He ran around Caomiao Village looking for building materials, borrowing wood from the east, and getting rope from the west. There was no one else in Grass Temple Village other than him, so naturally, no one would object to his actions. Only the wronged spirit of Grass Temple Village sighed. He did not expect that the thing he had guarded for decades would be 'borrowed' away by the 'good villager' just like that.
Zhang Xiaofan found a place where he could see his parents 'house and was very close to the corner of the wall where he had been staying for the past few days. He planned his own house there. The one who suffered the most was Xiao Hui. He had great strength and was used to transport wood and the like, causing Xiao Hui to squeak loudly, as if blaming itself for following the wrong master. Zhang Xiaofan had only finished building the base of the house that he had planned by evening. Xiao Hui didn't call out anymore and moved the last piece of wood over. Zhang Xiaofan looked up at the sky and felt hungry for the first time in a few days. He smiled at Xiao Hui, who was sitting on the ground. Xiao Hui immediately ran back to the village, and soon came back with a dead boar. There were some wild fruits on the boar. Zhang Xiaofan smiled. Xiao Hui, who had been busy all day, actually found time to look for food.
Green smoke rose from Caomiao Village. Zhang Xiaofan kept rolling the wild boar, and the fragrance slowly spread out. Xiao Hui stood by the fire and watched the wild boar eat without blinking. Zhang Xiaofan looked at the wild boar and focused on adding the seasoning. It was such an ordinary and peaceful life. This was the life that Zhang Xiaofan had always wanted. Now, he finally got what he wanted, but he seemed to be missing someone.
Zhang Xiaofan had just smiled when the boar was done roasting, but before he could say anything, Xiao Hui pounced on him. He kicked the fire away and bit the wild boar. Perhaps the temptation of the delicious food was too great, but Xiao Hui was not afraid of the fire. He stood in the fire and started eating. As a result, his monkey fur was burned, and he looked extremely miserable. However, Xiao Hui didn't care about it and only cared about eating its food. Zhang Xiaofan looked at Xiao Hui's ashen face and smiled bitterly. It seemed that Zhang Xiaofan would not get a share of this wild boar. He didn't expect that the owner of a spirit beast would have such a miserable time. Zhang Xiaofan looked at the wild boar that Xiao Hui was about to finish off and helplessly picked up the wild fruit on the ground.
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