I, Fu Niao, play money

The light golden sunlight casts down from the lingering clouds, passing through the cascading bushes, as if within reach.An ancient tree like a crouching dragon stands between the quiet sky and the earth. Since ancient times, it has been hiding in the depths of this fairyland-like forest with a huge canopy.

Ancient vines protruded thickly from the tree crown, intertwined together to form a natural swing, on which sat a white-haired elder, with lavender mist lingering around his side, and his feet hanging in the air, it was a strange and beautiful scene like snow crystals. A sea of ​​white flowers.

"Zhishen, Zhishen!" The young boy with bare feet looked like he was riding the wind with his feet, the silver locks around his neck jingled, his elbows and ankles were covered with fluffy feathers, his brows were beaming with joy, "A grebe was born on Xihuang's side!"

A gust of wind blew by, shaking the swing gently, accompanied by a few fallen leaves.Zhishen stretched out his hand, stepped from the shade into the dazzling light, his white hair was covered with a touch of gold, and his voice was hoarse and distant, "It's been ten thousand years, ten thousand years have passed...now, God The altar finally has a bird."

Both Feng and Huang love children, especially the newborn one, who is a species that emerges once every ten thousand years. The pair of small black eyes on the head of the pink fluffy head are looking around.He was born rich and noble, with a great reputation, a racial family attracted by all the gods, embraced and accompanied by all things in nature, the reeds spread out like velvet under his body, and the light golden halo of the tail will bless the entire Shangyuan world .

"The timing of the birth of Xiao Xi happened to coincide with that Du Jie in the Valley of Ten Thousand Erosions. It would be too much of a coincidence..." Feng, the father, was in a dilemma. Discuss, "After 50 years, the gods will be sacrificed. Before that, try not to let the little bird appear in the sight of that person."

He didn't know what his biological parents were talking about, and he couldn't take shape within a hundred days, so he flapped his wings and left the swaddle, obviously tired of the place he had been in since he was born.

As the line of sight gradually recedes, the dark blue crystal river meanders to the endless distance, with murmurs of water and clear water reaching the sky.Tall trees that grow luxuriantly stand upright on both sides of the river bank. The green canopy is lush and lush. An invisible rope is wrapped around the tree trunk. I don't know how long it is.If the place where the divine bird lives is a fairyland-like jungle, then the dark canyon in the distance is a nightmare-like mud.There was no grass growing in the place covered by the dark clouds, and all the soil had turned into scorched black. What rippled on the turbid water was miasma instead of blue waves.

The crow, which is not used to flying for a long time, landed on a dead tree, and the three or two crows beside him looked at the stranger, warning with eyes full of warnings that it would swarm up if it took another step.

The catastrophe was over, and the remaining vitality of the heavens and the earth struck wave after wave.Bumblebee looked at the middle of the valley in a daze, and there was a dense black mist. If you were in the mist, you would feel as if you couldn't see your fingers.It was a coincidence that he hit by mistake, after the upright catastrophe, everything withered, and there was no life in all directions.

It is said that divine birds love things with rich colors, but this grebe had rested its feet, but flapped its wings and flew straight into the dark fog.A few crows were chasing closely to stop them, their shrill cries echoed, but they couldn't catch up to the powder ball that had already been embedded in the darkness.

Sha Shen's clothes were a little scorched, and he sat quietly in the courtyard to recuperate.Standing by his side was his subordinate, who disappeared in place in a flash.After a while, he returned to his master's side, and stretched out his hand to show the ball of fluff that was trapped in his palm, "Look."

Shashen raised his eyes slightly, this tender pink creature did not match everything around it, it was extremely abrupt.He looked at the strong fortune that couldn't be concealed by the bird, "Why are you here?"

The bird opened its mouth, but what came out was the song of a bird. The body trembled slightly because it was being controlled, but the sound was calm.

It's a pity that Shashen can't understand bird language.

"Shenxiang, this is a bird from the sacred bird forest. The fortune on your body is suppressing your evil spirit..." The subordinate handed the weak, pitiful and helpless thing in the palm of his hand forward, before he could finish speaking. , Sha Shen interrupted him.

"send out."

Although it was a pity, the subordinates still did not dare to disobey the will, and sent the bird out of the canyon and threw it into the air to release the bondage, "Don't come again."

Contaminated with the evil spirit in the Valley of Ten Thousand Erosions, Shitu returned to the nest, but naturally he couldn't escape the eyes of his biological parents, and guarded him in fear for a whole hundred days, thinking that everything would be fine after the child transformed.

Until the Pantheon Festival 50 years later.

After many days, the little divine bird reappeared in front of the gods in a transformed form, wearing a crescent-colored robe, exuding a sense of coldness and the inherent pride of the race. On the side of the skirt, golden ripples floated, calling him even more noble and noble.The most amazing thing is the pair of pure golden double pupils, exuding a warm light-colored streamer, with a calm expression that does not look like a five or six-year-old child.

All the gods are praising the newborn youngest son of the divine bird clan as extraordinary, and his fortune is revealed as if he couldn't bear it.

"Is there a protoss that you want to pursue, little bird?" Huang stroked Aiko's head, smiling more and more lovingly, "If there is, you can pick it out, if not, that's fine."

Divine birds are rare, and they have some luck since they were born, so they can assist the gods very well.Possessing a divine bird that follows has become a symbol of dignity in the Shang Yuan world. As soon as Huang's words came out, the surroundings gradually became quiet, staring at the little man with expectations.

Xi opened his mouth, no matter how much he pretended to be a grown-up, there was still a babyish voice in his voice, "I want to kill the gods."

Where did he hear the name?Huang and Feng changed their faces in an instant, but what they said could not be regarded as a joke, their expressions were very ugly for a while.Scanning the gods around again, they were also surprised by his words.Since ancient times, the evil god has naturally been the master of evil spirits, and the ghosts who hit and commit crimes have always been short-lived ghosts in this position, and few of them can live for a thousand years.

This one is an exception.

I don't know why he has endured calamities again and again, but no matter how strong he is, he will not be respected by anyone. When he is mentioned, it will make people turn pale with shock and avoid it.

Rumors say that if you touch the side of the evil god, you will cancel your own luck, and your ability will almost fall.

"You can't take it seriously." Feng finally twitched the corners of his mouth and retracted his preface, trying to dissipate the stiff atmosphere in the ceremony, "Little Xiao is still young, and his mother and I have decided to wait until we are older." It’s not too late to mention it.”

"Yes, not too late." "Of course, this child is still a little doll who doesn't understand anything, hahaha."

He ignored his biological father's words and repeated, "Shashen, I follow Shashen."

After 50 years, another rare visitor came to Shashen Canyon.Rare and rare, as the name suggests, the Valley of Ten Thousand Erosions will never set foot on any race with luck.

"Why do you come here?" Shashen looked at the young son who was presented by his subordinates with a collar, and the familiar breath reminded him of the balls from 50 years ago.

The bird can speak, and he once again pluralized the meaning that was uttered in the bird's beak here 50 years ago, "I'm here for you."

In ten thousand years, the first evil god survived a thousand years of calamity.

After thousands of years, the only bird of the Shenniao clan was born.

The evil spirit of the evil god made the Valley of Ten Thousand Erosions invisible all day long, devouring all vegetation and creatures.

The fortune of the scorpion miraculously cleared the clouds and saw the sun in Wanshi Valley, and green shoots reappeared on the dead trees.

Shashen looked at the leaves at his feet that couldn't wait to break through the ground, raised his hand to cover the light that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said coldly, "Go out."

His canyon does not need these things.

He never returned to the altar of God.He nestled under the eaves outside the Shashen Temple, no matter how many times he was thrown out, he flew back without discouragement, looking at the frowning man through the window, he seemed satisfied.

At the first sight 50 years ago, he made up his mind without knowing it.

This determination is like a nail on the board, if you pull it out in a daze, you can't pull it out.

The Shenniao clan looked sad, and they circled the canyon in groups, and no one dared to really go in.

The bird curled up on a tree that had sprouted new branches and fell asleep.A ball of powder, like a dazzling flower.Shashen moved his eyes away, put on a black cloak, and left the valley.

"Where did he go?" After waking up and waiting for a long time, there was no one he wanted to see in sight, and he grabbed the hem of his clothes, looking lost as if he had lost some treasure.

The divine bird's expression should be proud.The subordinate pulled out his sleeves, turned around and entered the room. He violated the order for the first time and gave a little response, "Just wait and come back."

Shashen came back, his black robe was full of bloody breath, and he couldn't hold back his hostility. When he saw the tired child squatting at the door, his expression seemed to relax for a moment, and finally turned into a sneer.

"Squatting at the door, do you think you are a dog?"

He straightened up, staggered because he couldn't use his legs, and was held by the waist.

A little bit of dark red was rubbed on the crescent-colored waistband.

"Winter is coming." Shashen's expression became displeased again, he withdrew his hands, and entered the house without looking back, "Go back to your god altar and be a good baby."

The bird continued to perch back to his tree.

The snow had fallen so thickly that it was pressing on the branches, and there was no place for the pheasants to nest.It shook the snow on its head, a golden light flashed in its dark eyes, and the leaves grew up on the branches it set foot on, protecting it in the middle.

The body is a little stiff.

It looked at the closed door in a daze, and when it was about to fall asleep again, the man walked out from the door, walked around the trees in the yard, and walked outside.

The bird fell to the ground and turned into a child's shape. The snow covered his knees, and every step was a bit difficult.

Without saying a word, they followed closely.A man's pace is relatively large, and he has to trot after following a few steps.

Shashen looked at the white mountain ridge in the distance, "You still want to follow me?"

Without hesitation, Xi insisted stubbornly, "Follow you."

Shashen said, "It's up to you."