"What does this mean?"

Song Zhi was surprised. This was a bit different from his history class in Izumi Naoya.

The world has changed for less than a thousand years, and even the most powerful ancient Taichu Kingdom, Feihuang Dynasty and others have been destroyed one after another. Fortunately, Fu Fei came out of nowhere and defeated the three demon saints at that time with an overwhelming advantage. The Dayuan Kingdom, which relied on the ancient divine tree to survive.

So the Dayuan Kingdom made full use of the three hundred years to unite the surviving strong men with unprecedented unity, and their skills were sorted out and shared. The demon hunting department was established to cultivate a large number of masters. The major ethnic groups moved to Dayuan to guard the four directions. This was how the human race could be preserved after Fufei disappeared.

This has been a thousand years, and are there living people outside the Great Abyss?

Li Meng saw Song Zhi’s surprised look and explained:

"In the north of the Dayuan Kingdom, there were still a considerable number of human races living in the ruins of the ancient Taichu Kingdom. They were all descendants of the Taichu Kingdom and were unwilling to become Dayuan. Our dynasty called them the Northern Tribe."

Song Zhi was stunned and asked back, "But aren't there any demon saints outside the Dayuan Kingdom? Are these people not afraid of death?"

After saying this, Song Zhi thought of something and added: "Or are they too strong?"

Li Meng was confused when asked. As a girl, she rarely talked about these history with others. She just listened to the excitement, but she still knew something about the North.

"The meteor fell from the sky and fell into the North Sea, which was close to the ancient Taichu Kingdom. The people there were the first people who awakened. It is not wrong to say that they are stronger than the inland people...but this is not the reason."

"It seems that the demon saint in the north is very special. It is not one of the three ancestors, but the new saint who was established after the death of Fu Fei Shen. He accepted sacrifices from the northern tribes and reached a balance."

Song Zhi blinked. Although it was the first time he heard about these things, he seemed to guess who it was.

It's not just the fox in his body who is afraid of being smelt by Gu Zu...

In this way, it is still a good person in the demon world?

"So there are many powerful people in the North Tribe, and they have some cooperation with Dayuan. Mingshou is not only their tribe leader, but also my Ten Shou of Dayuan, and it is not so easy to perish."

After saying that, Li Meng raised a finger and suddenly became a little coquettish: "I heard of the above. If you say something wrong, don't blame your senior sister."

Song Zhi spent a long time, but he didn't understand why his senior sister suddenly became greasy.

Since I learned so much from my senior sister, Song Zhi coughed twice before slowly getting up, stretched his waist and looked at Yu and said:

"The rain has become less, senior sister."

Li Meng looked at the pouring rain and complained in her heart: This little thing is driving me away.

So Li Meng also stood up tactfully, glanced hard through the gaps in Song Zhi's facial decoration, and then left with satisfaction.

Tick ​​tick,

The rain kept falling, and Song Zhi stood under the eaves, looking at the green garden, thinking about something.

Touching his forehead, Song Zhi recalled the words of Senior Sister Meng'er just now, and he was keen to capture a message.

"Western...the Sun and Moon Gods."

Song Zhi murmured to himself, and the words of the demon fox and the sect leader were remembered in his mind.

They are all very concerned about one question, which is where they come from and which family they belong to.

Sitting back on the bench, Song Zhi took off his boots and rolled up his trouser legs, and put his two thin legs into the rain and shook them. "If you guessed correctly, my body should be a member of the Sun and Moon God Clan."

"If this is true, why would the people in the west fall to the south..."

It was early morning of the next day.

Song Zhi was sitting quietly on the bed inside the house. Since she discovered that her body could filter out the black turbid air, Song Zhi fell into the sage mode. In addition to eating, sleeping, she was sitting cross-legged and breathing.

"Friendly...feel~"

Song Zhi spit out a mouthful of white mist and slowly opened his eyes.

Since breaking through the God Transformation Stage, his spiritual power has increased three times compared to before. The summoned light armor is no longer illusory, but is solid and just like real. In addition to strengthening himself, he can also resist certain damage.

After touching his chest, Song Zhi frowned slightly.

The Supreme Divine Flame on the Longevity Lock is still unknown at the moment. And last night he was preparing to unseal the new technique of the Fox Destroy Wansheng Art, but found that the Demon-Suppressing Ring did not respond.

It seems that everything has to wait for the fox to wake up, and I hope it won’t be too long. It’s been more than a month.

At this time, a crisp knock on the door sounded. Song Zhi heard the sound and quickly got out of bed and put on his shoes and went to the door.

I thought it was probably that Deacon Meng who came.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Song Zhi's long-prepared polite smile froze and hurriedly poked his head out and looked left and right.

Strange! Where is the human?

"I'm here."

Suddenly, a childish voice came from beneath her. Song Zhi looked down and found that it was a little boy wearing a hairpin, looking only five or six years old.

The little boy was bulging his mouth and looked angry at this moment, as if he was dissatisfied with Song Zhi ignoring him. He looked up at Song Zhi with his waist like an adult.

Song Zhi blinked twice, revealing a question mark expression.

Whose child has come out? No, why are there children in such a solemn place?

Song Zhi squatted down slowly, and when he looked at the little boy's pouty face and looked more fleshy because of his pouting lips, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing at?" the little boy asked.

Song Zhi smiled and raised his hand, trying to squeeze the little boy's fat face, but the little boy dodged it.

"Don't touch me with your stinky hands."

Song Zhi was stunned, and then he awkwardly withdrew his hand. This was the first time he had been disliked since he came to this world.

For some reason, he felt a little happy when he was disliked.

Many years later, whenever the little boy recalled this incident, he regretted it. He still didn't know that the weird person wearing a mask in front of him would become the indelible white moonlight in his heart in the future.

"Little guy, what are you here?" Song Zhi asked with a smile when he thought the little boy was very interesting.

The little boy then remembered that he had straightened his clothes in a very good manner and said seriously:

"My name is Gu Hu."

Song Zhiche was stunned and held back his smile and said, "So Gu Huozai, are you here to find me or are you lost?"

Gu Huo Xiaopang pointed at Song Zhi and nodded: "I'm here to find you."

"What are you looking for me?" Song Zhi smiled slightly.

Gu Huo stared at his clear eyes as if he was a little shy after being decorated with a facial cleansing. He turned his head and looked away and said, "Grandpa wants to see you, come with me."

Song Zhi's expression changed slightly, and his eyes at the child also changed.

Come?

Since Song Zhi saw Li Meng, he knew that this trip to Beijing would never be as simple as entering the Demon Hunting Department. There must be people who are curious about him behind him to push him, otherwise how could Zhu Wushi leave Beijing with the imperial edict?

Who is the old man?

Is the emperor an old man?

Song Zhi stood up and his eyes gradually became solemn. It seemed that he had the chance to learn about the truth about this body today.

"Gu Huzai, let's go."

The little boy didn't expect that Song Zhi didn't ask who the old man was. He had nowhere to put the four words he said: I won't tell you, so he snorted and turned around and ran towards the rain.

Song Zhi slowly held up a paper umbrella and followed the little boy slowly.

Looking at Gu Huo's happy back and his particularly funny short legs, Song Zhi smiled knowingly, and then trotted two steps to cover the drizzle for him.
Chapter completed!