When he was on the floating island, Lao Xu was the only one in Jiang Xiaoyu's life.
The concept of parents only gradually became clear after coming to the world of cultivation.
There were many times when he wondered who the person who brought him into this world was, but every time, he failed to find the answer he wanted.
Jiang Xiaoyu wasn't very persistent about who they were, but now that he heard it from Qinglong's mouth, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"who is she?"
Qinglong said with great disdain: "It doesn't matter who she is, because even if you know who she is, you and her will always be people in two different worlds. In this case, it's better not to know!"
"That's right!" Jiang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "It's been twenty years and I'm already living a good life, so why bother adding so many worries?"
A cloud of hot air came out of Qinglong's nostrils, and he continued: "Since you want to enter my belly now, then it may be more important for you to know who this birdman is."
"Who is he?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked, pointing to the birdman who was sitting cross-legged.
"He is Jumang." Qinglong's tone was extremely calm.
"Ju Mang? Who is Ju Mang?"
Lin Xiaowan's voice suddenly sounded from below: "Senior, do you think he is Jumang?"
"good!"
Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but turn around and said, "Do you know who Ju Mang is?"
Lin Xiaowan's mouth opened slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She nodded and replied stammeringly: "I...I just saw his legend."
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly landed next to Lin Xiaowan and said, "Then tell me quickly, who is that Jumang? Or, what kind of monster is it?"
Lin Xiaowan spoke slowly: "The book says that he is neither a human nor... nor a monster!"
"Then what is he?"
Lin Xiaowan looked at Jiang Xiaoyu with sparkling eyes, "He is a god!"
"god?"
When he was in the secret realm of Shennong, the giant named Shitou called the old man there God, but later Jiang Xiaoyu realized that God was just the old man's surname.
"Legend has it that he is the wood god in charge of the sacred tree Fusang, and is also known as the God of Spring. In ancient times, the cultivation and germination of all things were inseparable from his divine power!"
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that these words were a bit unbelievable.
Even if it is said to be God, it is also related to the rooting and sprouting of all things.
"Little clay figurine, what she said is true!" Qinglong's voice came from above.
"What?"
Qinglong explained: "Jumang is indeed, as the little girl said, an ancient wood god. He has a human face and a bird body. There is no other god with such a strange appearance in the world."
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly saw that the birdman's head was indeed covered with feathers. Although his whole body was covered in clothes, the ink-colored wings on his back were particularly conspicuous.
God? Is this God?
What kind of existence is God? Jiang Xiaoyu only knows that the end of cultivators is immortality. So what is the end of immortality? Is it God?
It is a kind of torture for a monk in the stage of becoming a god to think about such distant things.
God has surpassed his imagination.
"I don't know how many years ago..." Qinglong recalled: "At that time, there were only four people in the world who could threaten the existence of God!"
"I, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu!"
"That time, Jumang, the god of wood, sealed me; Tianwu, the god of wind, sealed the white tiger; Zhurong, the god of fire, sealed the Suzaku..."
"The four elephants have become slaves of the gods!"
"Fortunately, it was precisely because our strength was sealed that we were able to survive in that disaster called God-killing."
"However, their seals remain on our bodies."
As he spoke, Qinglong's eyes fell on Ju Mang, who was sitting cross-legged on his upper jaw.
"This is not Jumang's true body. His true body has long since fallen in that catastrophe. This is just his shadow. The remaining divine power on the shadow has almost disappeared. It will take less than a hundred thousand years.
, this shadow can disappear completely."
"And I will gain true freedom."
"But now, you have appeared. One hundred thousand years is not a long time for me. However, if you can unlock this seal for me now, I don't mind and help you enter my body."
"But, what should I do?" Jiang Xiaoyu was not naive enough to think that unlocking the seal for him could be as simple as opening a piece of yellow paper.
"It's very simple!" Qinglong explained: "Jumang's seal is actually maintained by my body. As long as you can let this body leave me, it will disappear immediately!"
"Leave?" From Jiang Xiaoyu's point of view, things can never be as simple as Qinglong said.
Even if it is so simple, wanting the shadow of a god to leave Qinglong's body is completely beyond Jiang Xiaoyu's ability.
"Don't worry, the power of this shadow has been extremely weak. Even if you can't do it, you can find someone!" Qinglong was good at tempting.
Obviously, after being trapped here for so many years and finally meeting someone, he must grasp at this life-saving straw.
"Looking for someone?" Who can Jiang Xiaoyu look for? In the Four Symbols Sect, the one with the highest cultivation level is Wen Zhiming, but now he is definitely unable to escape. Moreover, between the Four Symbols Sect and Qinghongxuan
There may be conflicts in the near future. If Wen Zhiming is injured because of this incident, the impact on the entire Four Symbol Sect will be really great.
Besides Wen Zhiming, who else can help?
"That's right!" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly thought that in his ring space, there was the last life-saving talisman given by the painter. Having used it once some time ago, Jiang Xiaoyu knew that this life-saving yellow talisman could summon the painter's portrait.
Lu Haodang, who was at the peak of Mahayana, had almost no power to fight back in front of the painter's portrait.
The most powerful helper you can find is undoubtedly it!
Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at Qinglong again and tried to ask: "Senior, if I really helped you, you... wouldn't break your promise, right?"
"Huh?" Qinglong was obviously a little unhappy, "I am Qinglong, the leader of the Four Ancient Symbols. How could I deceive you into a little baby?"
Jiang Xiaoyu quickly apologized and said with a smile: "That's it, that's it!"
Then, the yellow talisman appeared in his hand, and there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes. It's okay not to use this thing, but once it is used, it will be endless. However, in a short period of time, all three yellow talismans will be reimbursed.
"Next time I meet the painter again, I must ask for a few more pictures!" Jiang Xiaoyu thought silently in his heart.
The flames burst out, and the person who walked out of them was the painter.
Qinglong didn't know why, but he slowly closed his eyes.
Too lazy to pay attention, Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly said to the painter: "Senior, please get that birdman away from that rock!"
Fortunately, he is not a real painter. If he were a real painter, he would definitely turn around and give Jiang Xiaoyu a few blows.
He is a powerful person in the Earthly Immortal Realm who is above the rest, but now he is being used to carry things, which makes me feel aggrieved just thinking about it.
The painter glanced at the sentence light above, then, holding the pen in his right hand, he drew a chaotic dark cloud in the air.
A gust of wind instantly swept towards Ju Mang's body.
The wind was so strong that Jiang Xiaoyu could hardly open his eyes in the enclosed space.
Realizing that Lin Xiaowan would not be able to bear it, Jiang Xiaoyu quickly asked Xiao Zhou to cover him and her on the ground.
The fishing line continued to stretch from his hand, tightly tying the Wutong boat to the rocks on the ground.
"How's it going? You're not hurt?"
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head, only to find Lin Xiaowan staring at him. Their faces were only two inches apart.
Both of them felt their faces burning.
"Sorry." Jiang Xiaoyu quickly moved his body, preparing to move back.
What I didn't expect was that the wind outside was so strong that even with the fishing line tied up, the Wutong boat could not help but shake violently.
Suddenly, Wutong Boat pushed Lin Xiaowan's body and rushed towards Jiang Xiaoyu's body.
The two faces were next to each other in an instant.
The two of them were stunned on the spot as if they were electrocuted.
The Wutong boat was still rocking, and Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead suddenly hit Lin Xiaowan's forehead heavily.
"Ah!" Lin Xiaowan shouted, tears about to come out.
At this moment, it was both painful and embarrassing.
It was at this moment that Lin Xiaowan could slightly forget about Lin Zhihuan's injury.
"What are you doing?" Lin Xiaowan shouted at the top of her lungs. This voice seemed to pull Jiang Xiaoyu back to three years ago.