my mobile phone connects fairyland

Chapter 370 The Story of the Past

Lying on the bed, Chen Xiaofan was thinking.

There are countless mountains in the restricted area, and there are countless gods hidden in the thousands of miles of mountains. He only knows that there are thirteen gods.

The holy mountain is not small. Counting the surrounding hills, there are several hills in total.

When he entered a strange space and saw the twelve gods, the bead in his hand seemed to approve him, and some information was conveyed from the bead, which informed Chen Xiaofan of the scope of the holy mountain and bestowed some divine power on him.

Touching the bead made by someone in his hand, Chen Xiaofan felt troublesome.

With the approval of the divine power, he probably inherited the ability or even the position of the gods of the holy mountain.

A radius of tens of miles is his territory, and he has absolute sovereignty over this piece of hills and land.

Passively taking over the position of god, will he face the thunder calamity once every 15 years?Do you want to intrigue with those gods?

If his identity is revealed, will the other two gods who cooperate with him come to cause trouble?

All these things made him dizzy, but what annoyed him the most was what the god said, that the hairy monster brought the people from District [-] into the forbidden area.

There is no doubt that most of those people are Jiang Liuying, Da Zhuang and his party.

They were taken away by hairy monsters, and their lives and deaths were unknown. The gods wanted to find them, and things became more and more complicated.

But the only good thing is that Chen Xiaofan has inherited the sacred position of the Holy Mountain, at least he can grasp some news, if not, he would really be blindsided.

After inheriting the position of God, his body began to gradually recover, and under the effect of God's power, his body became full.

The body can move and even sit up slowly.

As soon as he got up, Chen Xiaofan heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"Ding ding ding."

A strange voice sounded in the room, Chen Xiaofan looked down and touched his waist.

A familiar yet strange, even forgotten thing appeared.

Mobile phone.

After leaving the world of white lines, his mobile phone ran out of battery, and it reconnected this time, is it because of the catastrophe?

Chen Xiaofan also tried to charge it with the power of the blessing stick, but it didn't work at all.

Looking at the mobile phone that kept flashing and popping up text messages, he was a little dazed, as if he had returned to Jiangcheng, as if he had returned to the city of college.

Turning on the phone and looking at several text messages, he found that the Taoist priest had been looking for him.

"Brother, where have you been? I can't reach you."

"Brother, we still have to make a deal, you see the text message and contact me."

"Big Brother, the Daoist Priest has run out of money, hurry up and make money for me."

"Your phone can't be reached."

"Little brother, aren't you angry with my brother? I really didn't get much commission from you to get the goods! Up to [-]%!"

"I'm sorry, brother, Taoist priest, I'm poor and down, I can't do it! I really can't do it!"

"I was wrong, brother, I used to take [-]% kickback."

"Big brother, it's been a year, and you've been out of touch for a whole year. Do you know how I got through this year?"

The text message ended here, Chen Xiaofan looked at the time of the text message, every time he received a text message, there was an interval of two to three years.

The last one was sent two years ago, but the priest said it was only a year later.
This made Chen Xiaofan think that the flow of time in the world of the white line is different from that here, maybe the world where the Taoist priest lives is also different?

He felt strange in his heart, when he communicated with the Taoist priest back then, they were always in real time, why all these years had passed, but only one year had passed on the Taoist priest's side.

Looking at the ridiculous text message, he felt a little kind. The Taoist leader can be regarded as the No.1 person who took him on the road. Without him, Chen Xiaofan would never have left Jiangcheng. I am afraid that after the burst of spiritual energy, he has already become one of the many victims in the eleventh district .

Thinking about the current situation, the friendship between him and the Taoist priest was built on the Ruanmeibi. Today, the eleventh district has undergone major changes, and he is deep in the forbidden area. There is no Ruanmeibi to trade with the Daoist at all.

Will their friendship be broken?

After thinking about it, he finally decided to send the text message to the Taoist priest.

"Master Dao, I have encountered some things. Great changes have taken place on my side. It has been more than ten years now."

Chen Xiaofan thought for a while, then continued typing.

"Master Dao, I don't have soft sister coins here. The aura exploded and the city was destroyed. If you need anything else, just contact me."

After finishing, Chen Xiaofan sent out a short message, and then he turned off the phone to silent.

His cell phone is also strange, it has to be charged by Heavenly Tribulation just now, and it can only charge 50.00% after one Heavenly Tribulation.
This is obviously just one.
No, Chen Xiaofan rummaged through his memory, but he couldn't think of where his mobile phone came from?

There is divine power in his body, and the divine power is repairing his body and even his brain.

Some memory fragments that did not belong to him jumped out, monsters appeared in Jiangcheng, and dazzling lights appeared in the city.

He was soaking in the water tank, and countless people were watching and observing him, some were laughing, some were applauding.

Weird fragments came out of his mind without warning, rubbing his head, Chen Xiaofan felt a little headache.

Where did those memories come from, and how did they suddenly appear.

When he was puzzled, the door of the wooden house was pushed open.

Chen Xiaofan looked up, Ye Xueer came back, and the patriarch stood behind her.

Seeing that Chen Xiaofan had got up and sat on the bed, she was slightly surprised, the tenderness in her eyes was less, and there was more fear.

Slowly approaching the room, the patriarch was waiting outside.

Coming to Chen Xiaofan's side, she silently looked at Chen Xiaofan's body, saw that his wounds had healed, saw that his breathing was calm, she did not speak.

Chen Xiaofan looked at her and saw the suspicion and fear in her eyes.

He knew that the girl probably already knew that he had inherited the throne.

She is an aborigine in the mountain, and she has been persecuted by the gods in recent years. She once told the patriarch that there is no god in the holy mountain.

However, in the blink of an eye, Chen Xiaofan inherited the god position.

She must be suffering.

"I may have inherited the power of the gods"

Chen Xiaofan's voice sounded in the room, the girl's body trembled slightly, she lowered her head unwilling to look at him.

After a while, she raised her head, and her eyes had returned to calm.

Standing up to Chen Xiaofan's side, he said softly:

"Has your body recovered yet?"

She didn't ask about the position of God, she only cared about Chen Xiaofan's body.

"I'm fine, my body is nourished by divine power, and I'm recovering quickly."

Seeing that she was calm and not asking questions, Chen Xiaofan felt a little uneasy.

"The position of god is not what I want to inherit. I have survived the thunder calamity with the god, and a bead emerged from its body. I held that thing in my hand, and then I inherited it. Later"

Ye Xueer looked at Chen Xiaofan and interrupted his words.

"Okay, I know, have you seen any other gods?"

Chen Xiaofan was taken aback for a moment, and frowned, wondering how she knew about this.

The meeting of the gods should be extremely secretive. She was only a servant of the gods. It is impossible to know so much. Did the god of the holy mountain tell her?
But not wanting to hide it, he nodded.

Ye Xueer breathed a sigh of relief, Chen Xiaofan didn't hide it from her, this was the best thing, it showed that the divine power didn't make him confused, didn't take away his mind.

"Patriarch, come in."

She didn't answer Chen Xiaofan's doubts, but instead invited the patriarch standing outside to come in.

The patriarch bent over and came into the room with a trace of apology on his face.

Chen Xiaofan didn't quite understand, the emotions of the two of them were not right.

"I'm sorry. I've always known about the gods, even the Twelve Gods, but I never told you guys."

The patriarch said in a low voice, Chen Xiaofan felt a little strange, he knew the Twelve Gods, and he also knew about the gods?

Raising his eyebrows, he knew that the patriarch would continue talking.

The patriarch hugged his body, and Ye Xueer asked him to sit down. This matter will take a long time to talk about.

Ye Xueer and the patriarch sat in front of Chen Xiaofan, the patriarch's face was full of guilt, he opened his mouth and told the story that happened in the holy mountain.

"The god you have seen is not the first god of the holy mountain."

"Before him, there was another one."

Chen Xiaofan listened to the patriarch's words and looked at him calmly.

"The gods are not all vicious and evil. They have gods and powers. According to the correct statement, they are actually the guardians of a certain land."

"The guardian of the holy mountain, the god who opened up the holy mountain, is my grandfather."

The patriarch's words fell into Chen Xiaofan's ears, he couldn't believe it.

"Your grandfather?"

He asked suspiciously, and the patriarch nodded.

"The gods in the past did not have such great rights, let alone such ruthlessness."

"You are an outsider. I don't know the situation here many years ago. The gods in those years were no different from us mortals. They lived with us, lived together, ate the same food, and drank the same water."

"Gods are actually formed by powerful mortals. As long as you have a firm heart and fearlessness, you will be given a territory and a god position by the Lord of Songs."

"The Lord of One Song?"

This is the second time Chen Xiaofan has heard this word.

"The master of a song is the master of a hundred thousand mountains, and a song is a hundred thousand mountains."

Hearing his explanation, Chen Xiaofan was shocked, no wonder when the twelve gods were talking, they respectfully called that person the one in the mountain.

To be able to master one hundred thousand mountains, the strength should be extremely terrifying.

"Yes, the master of Yiqu is the master of Shiwanshan, and the gods should also be divided into levels, from one to ten, and they will be promoted in order."

"The master of a song is the god of the sixth level."

Chen Xiaofan frowned, there are ten levels in total, and the master of a song is only the sixth level?
The patriarch saw the doubt in his heart and sighed:

"I don't know how far this mountain range stretches. I heard that there was a master of music who wanted to explore the mystery, but after crossing the border, he immediately lost his life, and there is no news about it."

"Setting the master of a song to the sixth level is also a saying passed down by the older generation."

"What is after the sixth level? We don't even dare to guess."

The patriarch's words shook Chen Xiaofan's heart, endless mountains, countless gods, this is not nonsense, hidden in the mountains are countless powerful people.

After talking a little far, the patriarch brought the topic back.

"Speaking of my grandfather, he used to be the god of the holy mountain, and the Lord of One Song gave him these mountains, allowing him to establish his own ethnic group and his own civilization."

"Grandpa did a great job. He established the village head and raised farming and animal husbandry. In those years, the holy mountain was not so desolate at all."

"There is green smoke curling up in the mountains, and every household is harmonious and happy."

"But one day, my grandfather found a child who suddenly appeared at the junction of the holy mountain and the outside world. He didn't know where he came from, and he didn't have any identification information on him."

"Grandfather saw that it was a little boy, and his heart softened. He said that since it is destined, it is better to adopt it."

"Eh"

The patriarch sighed, his expression looked extremely lonely.

"Unexpectedly, the disaster was born."

"That boy is the holy mountain god you have defeated."

"He is my grandfather's adopted child."

"My father was born stupid and timid in everything, and he couldn't inherit the throne at all."

"As an adopted son, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and his grandfather likes it in his heart, and the balance in his heart is gradually tilting."

"In the end, he finally got the approval of his grandfather and inherited the position of God."

Chen Xiaofan and Ye Xueer listened, Ye Xueer was calm, Chen Xiaofan was already speechless.

There is still this relationship between the patriarch and the gods, and he can't even figure it out by pinching his fingers.

"The nightmare begins from now on. Once the god position is given, the person who originally received the power will be extremely weak."

"The child who grew up was a white-eyed wolf. He turned around and killed my grandfather and my father. He covered the sky with one hand and killed the resisting residents, leaving us children.

"He wanted to do something to me, but just as he was about to do so, a thunderstorm fell from the sky."

"It may be because he killed his father in name, evil will be rewarded with evil, thunder calamity came from the sky, the sky and the earth changed color, and it was extremely terrifying."

"He who had just inherited the position of God immediately encountered five thunderbolts."

"Then, he turned into the monster you've seen. After this incident, he built a palace on the top of the holy mountain, and hid in it and dared not come out."

The gods and patriarchs have such a deep connection that can be traced back to the last three generations.

The patriarch glanced at Chen Xiaofan, he was huge, but his eyes were innocent.

"Sorry for not telling you these stories."

"He is just a throne grabber, but he is also an executioner. He is too powerful. There are still many clansmen in the village. I have seen many deaths. The children of my age have basically died. I don't want to die again. I can open and close my eyes, and maintain a subtle relationship with the gods on the mountain."

At this point, Chen Xiaofan finally understood why the patriarch was different from other villagers. The others were weak and weak, but he was the only one who was as strong as a bloody bull. He was a descendant of a god, and the gods on the holy mountain did not dare to do anything to him easily. .

If the patriarch doesn't tell these things, Chen Xiaofan can understand, after all, no one can believe that the gods on the holy mountain will be brought down.

Shaking his head and sighing, Chen Xiaofan didn't want to discuss this matter.

"As the heir to the throne, I am not interested in longevity, beliefs, or your past stories."

"Since you are a descendant of the gods, you must have heard the story of the Twelve Gods and the Lord of One Song."

The patriarch looked at Chen Xiaofan, and the two looked at each other.

"I hope you can tell everything about the Twelve Gods and the Master of One Song."

The patriarch nodded, and his deep and profound voice sounded again in the wooden house.

(End of this chapter)