The sixth and seventh characters are actually connected names: Chiyou.

But along with these two words, there was also a reminder bell from the distant sky—his time, a day and a half left.

"There are still three words left, and the cross recipe is complete. I hope that today, I will be able to complete the task smoothly!"

Jiang Nanjun prayed in his heart, left the former location of the banyan forest non-stop, and set off to the depths of the mountain.

"I want to pray to the heavens, Chiyou...... What did the great ancestor want to pray for the heavens? Back then, he knew that a wisp of the original god of Chiyou was hidden in the Ximu Lingzhu, and one day he would be reincarnated and reborn as a human again, so he designated Ling'er as the heir to the throne, so the last three words, are they related to Ling'er?

When Chi You was alive, as the patriarch of the Jiuli clan, he was revered as the god of martial arts by the world. He single-handedly commanded eighty-one brothers and fought against the Chinese tribes. Jiang Nanyan himself is the old department of Chiyou, and the general is Xingtian. He knows the old master very well, and it is actually very appropriate to use the banyan tree to describe how the ancient Jiuli people are intertwined with branches and deep roots.

After being captured by Emperor Xuanyuan, he was unwilling to sell his lord for glory in order to save his life, and cut off Xuanyuan Mountain with a fatal death, and was later reshaped by Emperor Huaxia to give him a god and be reborn as a god.

One is the old master, and the other is a life-saving benefactor, so his prayer must be related to both the Jiuli clan and the god clan, but what will it be?

Unconsciously, Jiang Nanjun had left the open field after the banyan forest was razed and walked into the depths of the mountain.

The mountains were still deserted, and there was no living creature to see but himself. He was hungry and longed for blood, but he could only endure it.

After walking a little further, he heard the sound of the stream flowing, and he was overjoyed and immediately quickened his pace. In this mountain, let alone drinking blood, he hasn't even touched water for two days.

After running a short distance, I saw a clear stream, which flowed down from an abrupt rock, and splashed on the rocks by the stream, washing the edges of those stones into a shiny and smooth one.

He could not bear the hunger and thirst, ran two steps, ran to the side of the stream, leaned down, and drank a few sips of the water in his hand, and felt that the water quality of the stream was smooth, cool and sweet, and very delicious. After a few bites, the heavy tiredness on my body instantly faded a lot.

When he had drunk his fill, he washed his face, which had been covered in mud and dirt, with the water of the stream, and only then could he take care of his messy clothes.

After cleaning up, and then looking at the reflection in the water, although the man's clothes were in tatters, he had somewhat regained his former handsome look.

He stood up satisfied, intending to walk up the stream, perhaps discovering the last three clues.

Before leaving, he looked in the direction of the source of the stream, but was taken aback, and it turned out that he saw the shadow of a house, faintly emerging from the top of the mountain.

"What is the purpose of that house? Could it be that the great ancestor arranged for someone to live on Zixu Mountain?"

He was full of suspicion, and all he thought of was the voice that told him to go forward on the broken lock, and the hand that grabbed him and rescued him from the cliff.

"Maybe that's the benefactor's residence! I'll have to see him anyway, and if I do meet him, I'll thank him in person!"

Thinking of this, he didn't delay any longer, and strode up the stream.

As long as he did a good job, by the time he reached the top of the mountain, half a day had passed.

When he came to the house, he looked closely, but he was shocked to find that the house was not a dwelling, but a temple with a collapsed mountain gate, and the red paint of the pillars next to the door peeled off, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. (To be continued.) )