The devil is me

That year he was still depressed, only eight years old, his physique was slower than children of the same age, and his hair was thin and yellow, which was a manifestation of long-term malnutrition.

It was scorching summer at that time, but it was as cold as severe winter on Dahuang Mountain.Wearing unlined clothes, he staggered alone on the wild mountain, leaving a string of immature footprints behind him.

The Great Barren Mountain is a necessary experience for entering Yunchonghe's Taoist sect. Countless people die on this road every year, and some of the best disciples of the Taoist aristocratic family broke through the siege all the way, and finally worshiped under Yunchonghe's sect.

Master Bai Ze, Yun Chonghe, is a myth in the world of Taoism. Riding the blue bird and Yu Maoling, the person closest to the summit in the past thousand years, he is only one chance away from becoming a god.

In fact, it was a bit too early to go to the Great Barren Mountain at the age of eight, the Shen family didn't care whether Yun Chonghe would accept him or not.In fact, Shen Po's cultivation, the Shen family is determined not to take it to heart, if he hadn't smashed his sister Shen Yutao's illusion glazed cup today, they probably wouldn't have thrown him here.

He knew that, unlike the previous corporal punishment, this time, the Shen family wanted his life.

When he went to the Great Barren Mountain, his life and death were determined. To the outside world, he was born by a lowly maidservant with impure roots, and died on the way to study in the Great Barren Mountain. He could not blame others.

It's ridiculous to say that he is only eight years old, yet he has thought through the Shen family's excuses for them.

He walked for about half an hour, but he didn't even come across a cave. The temperature was so low that his blood almost froze, and there were still two strings of blue snot hanging from his nose.He walked with difficulty, and when he couldn't walk anymore, he found a piece of grass and lay down. He looked at the clear blue sky through the gaps in the dense tree canopy, thinking that this should be the feeling of dying as adults say, if this is "" "Death" isn't too bad.

When he was in a daze, suddenly a delicate squirrel leaped to his chest lightly. Its fluffy tail was clearly defined. Its two paws were lightly resting on his blouse, and it was staring at its black and bright round eyes. She tilted her head and stared at him curiously.

Whose spiritual pet?Or a hallucination at the time of death?

It was difficult for Shen Po to distinguish for a moment.

Within three quarters, someone shouted again: "Little one! What's wrong with you, little one?"

He tried his best to raise his eyes, and saw a youthful face, handsome and immature, with two locks of hair on the temples that moved with the wind, flowing like a fairy official.The young man was wearing a furry white fur cloak, with a golden lock tied around his neck, engraved with the Chinese character "Spirit" on it, with a sword on his back, and a fan made of mahogany in his hand.

Shen Po's breathing was stagnant, thinking of the picture book he had secretly read before, he raised his hand to touch the young man's face, and asked: "Which fairy official came down to pick me up?"

The boy burst out laughing, showing two canine teeth: "You are so young, no one can take you away!"

Shen Po's lips moved to answer, but he couldn't move his lips.When the boy saw him, he quickly took off his cloak and wrapped him in his arms.After a while, seeing that Shen Po's lips had returned to blood, he asked again: "Little one, how old are you? Why are you here alone?"

Shen Po replied: "My name is Shen Po, I am eight years old, and I went up the mountain to learn from a teacher."

"So small? Is it from the Shen family?" The young man exclaimed, "Is it the Jimo Shen family?"

Shen Po nodded.While rubbing Shen Po's icy palms, the young man said: "This is also strange. When you Shen family members come out to study, which one is not a magic weapon, and the disciple opens the way. Shen Yutao, you know? Back then, you wanted to worship Yun Chong and his disciples, The top ten magical artifacts brought a total of three pieces, but in the end they lost to Dahuangshan. You are only eight years old, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Shen Po didn't want to tell that Shen Yutao was his sister, so he buried his face in the cloak and didn't speak.

The young man thought that his abruptness made the children uneasy, so he quickly reported his family name: "Don't be afraid, I am Lingbi of the Xunyang Ling family, and I am named Yaosi, and I am also here for trials. I hope to have the opportunity to worship under the real person's sect."

Shen Po was curious: "You...are you alone?"

Lingyaosi nodded: "My family is a small sect of Taoism, and there are not many magic weapon disciples. But my family gave me the peach bone fan, not to mention passing the test, I can always retreat unscathed."

Shen Po didn't know what the peach bone fan was, but it sounded very powerful, and his eyes had already followed it.Lingyao understood, and handed the fan to his eyes.

This thing looks old, the material of the fan bone is not rare, even covered with wood grain and black scars, it is quite inconspicuous, it smells refreshing woody fragrance, the tail of the fan is decorated with a white jade pendant and blue tassels, it is just an ordinary material .

Lingyaosi seemed to understand his probing eyes, and explained: "Don't look at it as ordinary, you will know it when you use it."

Shen Po nodded, doubtful.

"Little one, let's go together, we can count it as a companion." Ling Yaosi took his hand, "I have been in this big barren mountain for two days, and I have lost my way since yesterday afternoon, and I haven't even seen a person , I finally ran into you."

"Apart from the cold, what else is there to kill on this mountain?" Shen Po lifted the hem of his cloak and hugged him in his arms, showing two eyes from the furry collar, obediently following Ling Yaosi.The cloak was too long for him.

Lingyaosi dug into his Qiankun sleeve for a long time, and found a smelly brown horn.

"Bull... bull horns?" Shen Po frowned and couldn't help but cover his nose.

Ling Yaosi was amused by him: "Ha, little one, why doesn't your Shen family teach anything?"

Shen Po pouted, thinking in his heart, it's not like he doesn't know anything, after all, he learned some internal cultivation methods and spells while sweeping the academy.

Seeing that the little guy was upset, Ling Yaosi said quickly, "This is the horn on the head of the cunning beast."

He threw the horn back into the Qiankun sleeve: "There are all these strange beasts on the Great Barren Mountain, they are extremely ferocious, I dropped one last night, and the horn on the head of this cunning beast is a good medicinal material for healing, so I took it. Going further up is the ancient altar, and it is said that there are more than these nearby.”

"Then what else?"

"The ancient sacrificial altar was used for sacrifices to living people in ancient times. It is haunted by ghosts and monsters." Lingyaosi's smile disappeared, and he added after a long while, "Strange beasts are just the simplest One off."