I raised Yakumo Zi to waste

Summer, bamboo forest.

Another quiet afternoon.

Lying in the shade of the bamboo forest, Bai Mo is eating bamboo very comfortably, but in this somewhat hot summer day, this quiet bamboo forest is very refreshing.

Coupled with the specially made iced bamboo, a bite is naturally refreshing, making Bai Mo feel double the happiness.

The only thing that made Bai Mo feel a little regretful was that such happiness was unexpectedly unspoken.

“Well, they’ve all grown up and don’t love me anymore.”

Bai Mo pouted, looking a little aggrieved.

However, in the next instant, Bai Mo stood up from the ground and came to the growing bamboo with shaky steps.

“Fortunately, I still have you with me.”

Bai Mo held this bamboo that he had high hopes for, and in his eyes, the purple aura emitted by this bamboo was already thick to the point that it could not be more concentrated.

This is the proof that the growth of bamboo has exceeded a thousand years and its quality is about to advance to [mythology].

And this purple color also proves another thing from another angle:

At this moment, nearly five hundred years have passed since the [Nightmare of the Gods] that changed the colors of heaven and earth.

……

Five hundred years, fleeting.

For those gods who have experienced Bai Mo’s severe beating, let alone five hundred years, even if it is five thousand and fifty thousand years, they will still remember the horror of Bai Mo.

However, for those whose average age may not be less than forty years old, five hundred years is enough for them to pass on for more than ten generations.

Five hundred years, the vicissitudes of the sea.

The long time has turned the giant bear that once stood up to the sky into a mythical story passed down from generation to generation in the mouths of the old people.

Everyone said that the giant bear now lived in the bamboo forest in Suwa Country, and it looked as if they had actually seen white ink.

But in fact, let alone Bai Mo, they couldn’t even get close to this bamboo house.

Because this bamboo forest is too wide, too big!

Thanks to the blessing of white ink, other gods no longer dare to come to this land to cut bamboo and make magic weapons.

Therefore, these bamboos, which have been cut leeks by the gods, have finally ushered in the best time for crazy growth.

In five hundred years, they climbed all the peaks within a radius of fifty kilometers. So that the small bamboo forest turned into an endless sea of emerald green bamboo.

And Bai Mo, who lives in the deepest part of this bamboo forest, has laid an invisible enchantment around him, protecting himself from those who are lost.

This vast sea of bamboo feeds many bamboo harvesters.

However, to say that the happiest thing is to count white ink.

Ten years ago, when the second rare quality bamboo plant was finally born in this bamboo forest, Bai Mo harvested it as quickly as possible and couldn’t wait to taste it.

In a sense, it’s probably helping each other in a sense.

Bai Mo provides shelter for these bamboos, and these bamboos repay Bai Mo’s “kindness” with their own bodies.

This can probably be regarded as a personal promise, right?

At the very least, when I first tasted the white ink of that rare bamboo, I was touched by the deliciousness of the bamboo.

As for the bamboo, has it been moved?

Anyway, when Bai Mo stretched out his evil claw, none of the bamboo in this bamboo forest dared to move.

Probably touched, right?

Bai Mo thought so, and casually broke off a rare quality bamboo, intending to taste today’s delicacy.

However, just when Bai Mo lifted this bamboo, he was about to put it in his mouth. But he suddenly patted his head and remembered something very important:

“By the way, before the Heavenly Lady seemed to say that she wanted to build a shrine, but she always lacked a magic weapon for worship.”

“I don’t know how her shrine has been built after such a long time.”

Bai Mo lowered his head, looked at the bamboo that had reached his mouth, shook his head silently, broke a high-quality bamboo again, and ate it beautifully.

For white ink, the taste of bamboo is of course very important. But in fact, what is more important is actually the mood when eating bamboo.

In this regard, rare quality bamboo is not really much different from advanced quality bamboo.

Happiness is over.

As for that purple quality bamboo?

Bai Mo had already made a decision to give this bamboo as a gift to the ambitious goddess who had always wanted to establish her own power.

Coincidentally, I haven’t seen the white ink of the group of cuties for nearly an hour, and I still miss them a little.

“I wonder if they miss me?”

With this in mind, the white ink holding the bamboo used a seemingly slow, but actually incredibly fast speed, left the sea of bamboo, and ran towards the distant peak.

There is a village there, and it is the only human gathering place within a hundred miles.

……

However, from a certain point of view, it is actually somewhat inappropriate to describe the village as a “human gathering place”.

Because this village is slightly special.

Like other villages, the main residents are farmers who face the loess with their backs to the sky, or mountain fishermen who rely on the mountains and the sea.

However, the main inhabitants of this village, hidden in the mountains, are a group of witches!

In this regard, Yayunzi once made relevant statistics: there were a total of two hundred and fifty-two people in the entire village, of which there were one hundred and seventy-four witches, or villagers who had engaged in the profession of witches.

Of the remaining seventy-eight, there were more than twenty children. Among them, all girls are receiving education related to witches, and can become a qualified witch at any time.

Therefore, this village hidden in the mountains is a veritable [witch village].

Moreover, another strange thing is that these witches all have different beliefs.

Therefore, there are hundreds of shrines in this small village, and each shrine is dedicated to a deity.

However, don’t see these gods all huddled in this small village, but they are safe with each other, it can be regarded as a small wonder.

Of course, this is also a normal thing.

After all, those gods have all fallen, and they are in ashes, and even the slag is left.

Naturally, the dead gods could no longer fight over faith.

As for why this is the case?

The origin of everything begins with the sudden outbreak of the war of gods four hundred years ago.

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