Just thinking about it carefully, Bibo's crisp voice has been heard from a long distance.

"Lady Hou Chi, that kid is going back to the northwest, see him!"

Bibo flapped his wings and struggling to get closer to the back pond. When he saw Jing Yuan, he shrank unconsciously, his eyes were undisguised. Fear and awe are gone, but he is still carefully pulling the embroidery pendulum of Hou Chi, his big eyes are full of pleading.

Hou Chi dropped a child at random, turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said

"Oh? He is willing to go?"

The mortal who Bibo blasted down the mountain has taken root outside the mountain in recent years. She has seen a few times. The person has a weak spiritual protection.

Obviously it is either rich or noble. What is rare is the heart of a child. The character is pure, if you teach well, enter the cabinet and worship the minister, it is not difficult to confine the territory.

He has been waiting in Hidden Mountain for ten years, and this kind of tenacity is not easy, and it has gradually given her a heart of love.

The hundred thousand marshes surrounding the Hidden Mountain have gradually changed under the nourishment of spiritual energy over the years, and the formation has become more mature.

Even if she is not there, after a hundred years, this place will definitely be the land of blessing, which can nourish the soil and water.

Abandon, it is indeed reluctant to give up...

"What? That kid got into your eyes?"

There was a joking sound, Hou Chi looked up, and saw Jing Yuan's eyes fixedly looking at her, her lips pressed.

"Since you have taken a fancy, just call it, Hou Chi, when have you become such a mother-in-law?"

Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, and there was a touch of provocation between his eyebrows.

Hou Chi curled his eyebrows, turned the egg on his fingertips, and waved towards Bibo,

"Call him."

Bibo looked at the egg in Hou Chi's hand and hummed anxiously, but didn't dare to brush her intentions and flew down the mountain with his wings.

"Do you know that the water condensed beast has the miraculous healing effect by nature?"

Jing Yuan looked at the flying away, thoughtfully, and said.

"I know, I heard that as long as people still have a tone, Bibo can be saved. "

Hou Chi replied lazily, and didn't care

"The water condensed beast accompanied the soul of the calm tower, presumably the sent him, but he and this little guy fell in love. "

Hou Chi pointed towards the egg in his hand, and the corners of his eyebrows were softened.

Jing Yuan looked at her like this, for a moment, then sighed lightly, concealing the fluctuations in her eyes

"It's really rare for you to be like this."

"What did you say?"

The voice was too low, Hou Chi didn't listen to it, and he raised his head and asked.

"It's nothing."

Jing Yuan waved his hand at random, looked into the bamboo house, and turned back

"It is true that the water-condensed beast accompanied the Soul-Suppressing Tower, but this soul-suppression tower was used by the ancient gods to refine the world with the Power of Chaos. Turned into, Bibo likes him..."

Jing Yuan looked at the egg in Hou Chi's hand, and said with a little profound meaning

"It's also considered a predestined method."

"How do you know?"

Hou Chi was slightly astonished, and mentioned the ancient true god from Jing Yuan's mouth, which gave her an inexplicable trance and sense of familiarity.

"I'm also a god. If you don't know some secrets, wouldn't it be too cheap? If you tell me you want to know who I am, I will tell you why, how?"

Jing Yuan squinted and laughed. Hou Chi glanced at him lazily, lowered his head and held his hand.

Having been with him for ten years, she has always understood that Jing Yuan's identity is a chasm that is absolutely insurmountable.

She was accustomed to clean days, and only waited a hundred years to see Qing Mu back to look at the mountain, and other things, she didn't want to get involved again.

Rustling footsteps, blue changes into small boy appearance, led the youth approached the two men.

Jing Yuan still looked like an evildoer, with his hands on his chin, and raising his eyes to scan Baili, he saw that his face was tense, but his expression was calm, and he also understood.

A person who can remain unchangeable under his coercion, the demon lord of the demon realm, there are not a few of them.

The side is like jade, gentle and beautiful, but she is rare and proud, like Hou Chi, no wonder she likes it.

Common straw sandals have long lost the pride and arrogance of a wealthy family, and they have only the mature and introverted guarding the mountains over the years, without losing the noble and elegant.

Hou Chi nodded secretly, looked at Baili, silently.

Baili saw the two people sitting under Fenglin from a distance, one red and one mysterious, they seemed to cut through the world, one strong and cold, the other indifferent, only that charm, he defeated him in the world. Anyone I've seen.

The man's celestial appearance made him startled for a moment, but the faint looking down also made him a little unhappy. Baili couldn't help but puff up his chest and look at the man, almost intuitively, he knew that the owner of Hidden Mountain should not be him.

Turning his eyes, he saw a woman looking at him lazily, her black eyes calm and introverted.

Bibo stood behind her and winked at him, Baili couldn't help but wince, and walked forward to salute.

It seemed that he had guessed wrong, the owner of this mountain was not an old god, but the woman he had met several times.

"Lady, in Qinchuan we are below a hundred miles away."

Qinglang's voice was a little nervous, but the eyes looking towards Hou Chi were full of firmness.

"You came to Hidden Mountain for ten years, and you have been here since you were a teenager. Have you ever thought about leaving."

After a long silence, Hou Chi asked. There are not a few people who seek immortals and visit ancient times in the mortal world, but very few can be so determined.

"Never."

Baili shook his head, holding his shoulders and said

"I also hope that lady can accept Baili as a disciple."

"Don't beg me in a hurry."

Hou Chi turned around, straightened her expression, fixedly staring at Baili Qinchuan, his voice clear.

"You have to know that there is very little aura in this space. Even if you stay in the hidden mountain, you may not be able to ascend, but you are still willing?"

"But please try."

"If you stay in Hidden Mountain, you will inherit my mantle, abide by the iron law that I set, inherit Hidden Mountain, never enter the main court, and intervene in the prosperity and decline of God's Continent. Are you willing?"

"Yes."

He answered almost without hesitation, and Hou Chi raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Hidden mountains are clear and bitter. It is not as rich and glorious as a royal mansion, nor is it as easy and comfortable as the world. What's more, your father is old, and you are willing to let him bear the pain of losing a son?"

Hou Chi opened slightly her burning eyes . This sentence was too solemn, even Jing Yuan dropped the chess piece in his hand and looked towards Baili. He wanted to see how this young man who had been guarding Hidden Mountain for ten years would answer.

The young man being questioned was silent for a long time, and slowly raised his head to look at the two people not far away. Behind them—many mountain maple leaves, brilliant and red, bamboo houses scattered, peaceful and peaceful, although it is a beautiful scenery in the world, no one can see. Get one or two of them.

He lifted his head slightly, looked at the back pond, and smiled

"Did the immortal ever cling to something?"

After being asked rhetorically, Hou Chi was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded.

"That...is it worth it?"

The youth smiled brightly, but Hou Chi remained silent.

She is obsessed with the life and death of Bo Xuan, but because of this exhaustion, God Father, Feng Ran, and Qing Mu have been so exhausted for a hundred years.

Does it worth? Of course.

Seeing the firm look on Baili's face, Hou Chi laughed, as expected, she looked like her.

"Although the royal mansion is rich and honorable, what is the use of not bringing wealth and honor to life or death? I don't like warriors, but it is inevitable to be born in the frontier palace. What's more, the brothers are kind and honest, and they will be able to live by their father's side. But if I go back, based on my father's love for me, there may be a dispute between the world and sons. I might as well stay in the hidden mountain and still have my brotherhood."

Baili slowly said, the still young face has a kind of transparency that sees through the world's feelings

"Lady, there is a sacrifice in the world, and how do you know that I am not gaining now? Even if I live in seclusion for a hundred years, one day Returning to the dust is also a happy life, a life of affection."

There are homes and Hou Chi...... laughed, a long-sleeved swing , said

"Well, from today, you are my disciple."

Baili was delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully

"Master."

Hou Chi was unambiguous. After receiving a gift from her, he waved her hand, pointed at the mountain behind Fenglin, and said lazily

"After all, you were born in the palace, and you are thin. Let Bibo take you for a few laps in the mountains. "

Baili's complexion was startled. Before he recovered, he was carried by Bibo towards the mountain. He raised his head slightly, and saw the kind and kind boy grinning his teeth. He felt a chill in his heart, and was about to exclaim, but mot wanting to be seen through by Bibo, he drove away directly into the cloud with a 'shoo', and the two disappeared instantly.

"Congratulations, but I didn't expect you to accept him as apprentices." Jing Yuan sighed.

"It depends on his good fortune." Hou Chi dropped a piece, and the game gradually came to an end.

"Hou Chi, have you ever believed in the past and this life?"

As if feeling moved by the words just now, the chess piece in Jing Yuan's hand slowly rotated, shining brightly.

It's finally here... She has been thinking that Jing Yuan is a god, and the Three Realms are supreme, there is really no need to nest with her in a small hidden mountain, gossiping with her every day, regretting the game.

Unless, he has a reason to do so. She never forgot. When looking at the mountain, the first thing he asked her was,

"Do you know me?" '...

He clearly recognizes her, or recognizes her unnecessarily past life.

It's just that she was born as the daughter of the God Gu Jun, and she really did not have a previous life. When she goes back, she has to ask the old man carefully.

It's better not to stick to this kind of muddle headed story.

" I believe."

Hou Chi nodded, reincarnation in the world, drank soup, walked over Naihe Bridge, forgotten all the dust, and then it is another life, even if it is the immortal lord and the demon lord who entered the mortal world from the two worlds of the immortal and demon are few.

"Then you are willing to believe, your previous life..." Jing Yuan paused, and invisible melancholy and reminiscence flashed across his eyes

"It has something to do with me."

He asked in a low voice, and slowly placed the hand holding the chess piece in front of Hou Chi, his voice was lingering and soft, and a faint purple light came out of him, spontaneously forming a round light body, covering the two of them.

The coquettish face was so earnest and expectant at this moment, he looked at her as if he had waited for thousands of years.

The breeze blows, the dead leaves blow off, sliding on the light curtain, and being lightly flicked to the ground.

In the world of silence and isolation, she could only see his face, which was unparalleled for generations, but there was sadness that couldn't be resolved.

Familiarity, sadness, cold silence...Countless emotions poured into my heart, and for a moment in a trance, something unexpectedly appeared in the Hou Chi's mind, looking back at the desolation and coldness of True God Shang Gu in the Tribulation of Chaos.

She stretched out her hand and slowly covered his... Jing Yuan's eyes suddenly burst with bright light, and the corners of her lips curled up.

At the moment she was about to touch him, his hands stopped... His eyebrows were slightly stunned, and his head slowly raised, only to see the eyes that were still confused and dazed just now, shining brightly like stars.

"How about believing?"

Hou Chi closed her hands behind her, looking at him, and whispered

"Jingyuan, I'm just Hou Chi."

What she did pass by, and what is it to do with me?

He didn't finish speaking, but the listener was so smart. He retracted his hand and fixedly looked at the dark eyes, and said,

"Well, from now on, I will only treat you as Hou Chi."

For a hundred years, Hou Chi, even if you are willing to forget everything, how can you know that the person you are thinking of will not change?

Hou Chi smiled relievedly, putting aside a worry, and said to Jingyuan

"The chess is not over, come again."

On the top of the Hidden Mountain, the four seasons are still like spring, and the maple leaves are red all over the mountain.

The Soul Supressing Tower in the bamboo house is burning vigorously, witnessing the passing of years like water.

In 341 BC, the youngest son of the frontier family of Baili disappeared in the land of 100,000 swamps. The old prince brought tens of thousands of troops to personally lead the investigation. After several months, he returned without success, but after returning to the mansion, his gray hair returned to the original. In his sixtieth year, he was like a young man. After returning to the frontier, he passed on the throne to his eldest son.

In 321 BC, the Hidden Mountain was born and controlled the land of one hundred thousand marshes. It was independent of the Tianyou Continent. Its strong financial resources and the occasional outflow of fantasy warfare attracted the coveting of various dynasties. At a time, all countries formed a hundred thousand troops to invade. Great momentum, only The Baili family of the Daye Dynasty did not obey the order and kept the northwest alone.

One month later, the heavenly generals thundered in the imperial palaces of various countries. The warnings from the heavens raged, and the 100,000 army was forced to withdraw from the swamp. Since then, no one dared to attack the hidden mountains.

In 300 BC, the King of Bei'an of the Daye Dynasty died in the palace at the age of a hundred years.

On the day of the funeral, someone had seen riding Qingchen at the foot of Yinshan, heading to the northwest, traveling thousands of miles away.

Going around, the peak of the years, in the blink of a hundred years, there is only one year left.