You Buried Your Bones in the Mud under the Spring, but I Sent Them to the World with My Head Covered with Snow
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Thirty thousand years ago, the war between gods and demons caused heavy damage to the heaven. If Changfeng, the God of War, had not arrived in time, this heaven would have ceased to exist. Twenty thousand years ago, the King of Heaven decreed that every god must accept another disciple to prevent future troubles. As soon as the order came out, Changfeng's Yujun Mountain was almost overstepped, but ten thousand years had passed, and Changfeng still had no new disciples. - "Master, this is today's greeting card." Zigan put the greeting card in his hand on the table. "Said I went to Shishiyama and couldn't see the guests." "Are you going again? Master, you have not changed your words even in these ten thousand years without seeing anyone. I won't reply. If you want to say anything, let Xinghan do it. I'm afraid if I say it again, all the immortals will chase me and fight, so I won't go." Xinghan on the side quickly answered, "I won't go either. I've said it no less often than him." - "Master, there are more invitations today than in the past few days. There is also an invitation from Ling Yushan." Xinghan took out the invitation alone and handed it to Changfeng. "The Phoenix King's thirteenth son has been born. He is a princess. There will be a Hundred Days Banquet in a few days. It is said that there will be a big banquet." "The invitation has been received and the invitation has been sent back. In two days I am going to the mortal world. I can make it in time for the Hundred Days Banquet." "Master, what do you do in the mortal world?" "Prepare the return gift for the apprenticeship ceremony."
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