Xiaomu held a brush and looked at the ancestor who was handsome and beautiful, even if he was just a chicken, with a strong aura and a strong sense of existence.

"Master, are you unhappy?"

Mo Heng reluctantly guided Xiaomu to draw talismans: "The ancestor is old, and only your mother dares to let me do this and that, and she does not respect the teacher at all."

Xiaomu became interested: "Master, why did you accept my mother as an apprentice?"

Mo Heng remained silent.

"It's because my mother is very outstanding. She is a good seedling of Xuanmen at first glance. She can teach her life's learning and be a successor. So, did she fall in love with her at first glance in the vast crowd?" Xiaomu's eyes were full of curiosity. This is him

I've always wanted to know, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to ask.

Mo Heng met these eyes full of curiosity, and it was hard to describe it. He said helplessly: "Actually, if I knew that today, I would not accept her as my disciple."

"Why?"

Xiaomu was surprised by this answer.

He knew that the ancestor only accepted his mother as his disciple at that time, so he must have attached great importance to it.

Now after so many years, there is still a ray of residual soul left by my mother's side. This master-disciple relationship is so touching.

"Annoying."

Mo Heng disliked him: "It's so annoying."

Xiaomu: "..."

Xiaomu asked, "Those ancestors, you have lived for so long, what else do you want to do?"

After living for so many years, I have seen a lot and I must have done a lot of things.

"The ancestor now doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to enjoy his old age calmly."

Mo Heng said something more or less aggrieved. He finally managed to survive until today and still had to work, which was really bad.

"Does the ancestor not want to accept disciples again?"

"Of course I don't want to. But I will teach you well."

Mo Heng wanted to touch Xiaomu's head like before, and then he realized that he had just borrowed the shell of the divine chicken, not a human form, and his wings were quietly withdrawn.

Xiaomu knew that the ancestor was willing to teach him, so he felt at ease and asked curiously: "Master, what was the world like in the past?"

Mo Heng recalled: "If it was a world that started with consciousness from my birth, at that time, there were people, monsters, and gods, and the three heroes were all respected by the strong."

"What are the gods in the sky?"

"The gods in heaven rely on the faith in the world to have supreme power. God's duties require protection in order to make human beings willing to become believers. Once the gods lose their believers and lose their merits, they will die."

Xiaomu was confused: "Is this the reason why there are no gods now?"

"This is one of them, there are too many gods who fell. Those who survived by chance naturally went to other places to seek vitality."

"Are somewhere else?"

"The universe is wider than we imagined, and it accommodates the existence of all things." Mo Heng combed his feathers gracefully: "Although the immortals live for a long time, they may not be more wonderful than humans."

Xiaomu was very longing: "As the saying goes, happiness is like a god, who doesn't want to be a god?"

Mo Heng disagreed: "What's the point of being a god? There are rules and regulations to be restricted by heaven, and even those who like it must be controlled. There is no joy in the monsters."

"Master, how do you know that gods are not good? Are they also gods?"
Chapter completed!