My brother is so stable

Li Changshou's smile was full of desolation, "Perhaps I feel that the Dao of Heaven is also promoted by the Dao of Heaven under the guise of others, but this is different, and this is not a simple difference in form, but a difference in principle.

The way of heaven formulates rules, guards them, and uses them to influence the world. This is the tacit understanding between the way of heaven and living beings.

If you don't go to Tiandao today for an explanation, the word "equilibrium" is just nonsense.

Taiyin Xingjun, do you still remember the thing that was entrusted to me when I first met? "

Heng'e was startled, and subconsciously stood up, her eyes turned red for some reason, she rushed forward two steps, trying to grab Li Changshou's right arm, but the raised catkin couldn't help but stop.

She didn't wear makeup at this time, but her appearance was so beautiful that it touched people's hearts.

Li Changshou also felt a little unbearable.

"He, who is he..."

Li Changshou said: "I want to use Lord Xing to do something, and in response, I will let Lord Xing know what happened back then.

This is a deal, if Mr. Xing does not agree, I will stop here. "

"Promise, I promise everything."

Heng'e said in a trembling voice, with a bit of pleading in her voice, her raised hand had already grasped Li Changshou's arm, as if she had forgotten that there was such a magical power as sound transmission.

"Tell me, who is he, who am I, and what is the defect of my Dao heart..."

"Come with me."

Li Changshou said in a deep voice, raised his hand and pointed out a white cloud, "Don't ask too much, don't do too much, just look carefully and feel it, and I will tell you what to do."

"Yes," Heng'e replied, and stood on the edge of the white cloud first.

Li Changshou leaped to the center of the white clouds, rose up on the clouds, and without hiding his body, he fell straight towards the Zhongtian Gate.

Dao Dao Dao Dao Xian came to explore, most of the heavenly gods were a little unclear.

Heng'e was out of her mind, and at this moment she also forgot to trim her makeup and cover her figure, but stood quietly beside Li Changshou, pressing her heart with one slender hand.

Go half way...

"Xing Jun! Two Xing Jun!"

Mugong shouted, and came in a hurry on the cloud.

Li Changshou stopped his clouded head, cupped his hands to Mu Gong, his expression was a bit unkind, but he forced a smile and said:

"What's wrong with Mr. Mu?"

"Xing, Chang Geng," Mu Gong frowned and asked, "Why are you going here? What do you want to do?"

Li Changshou restrained his smile, and said calmly, "Huoyun Cave, I'm looking for the sages of the human race to discuss something."

"But it has something to do with the Emperor writing a poem at the Temple of the Holy Mother?"

Mr. Mu showed concern, and without waiting for Li Changshou to answer, he said directly: "Chang Geng, please think twice, this matter is no small matter, it is the Heavenly Dao's plan..."

"Mugong," Li Changshou sighed, "help Your Majesty well."

After saying that, he drove the cloud around Mugong and landed directly towards the Zhongtian Gate.

Duke Dongmu was obviously taken aback, and was about to raise his hand to call out to Li Changshou, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them.

This matter seems to be beyond the scope of his understanding.

In Lingxiao Hall, the Jade Emperor on the high seat frowned, couldn't help leaning forward, holding his forehead with both hands, hesitation and struggle kept appearing in his eyes.

Outside the hall, a colorful cloud slowly flew over, on which was the figure of the Queen Mother.

In the bamboo forest of Zixiao Palace, the burly old Taoist smiled faintly, staring at the jade plate on the low table in front of him, which showed the scene of Li Changshou flying Heng'e out of the gate of heaven.

The burly and old-fashioned palms gently patted the beat on the thighs, and the smile on the corners of the mouth became more and more intense.

Above the East China Sea, in the Daoist Temple of Saints, in Biyou Palace.

The young Taoist who was playing with the four small pocket swords changed his usual unruliness at this moment, frowning and thinking in ecstasy, the same scene as the Taoist ancestor saw in the good luck jade plate appeared in the clouds and mist in front of him.

Kunlun Mountain, behind Yuxu Palace, Sanyou Courtyard.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist closed his eyes and focused his attention, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the bamboo chair, frowning from time to time.

The 'Old Fairy Peach' beside him couldn't help being secretly surprised, not knowing why the situation was so serious that the teacher was so troubled in contemplation.

How many years have passed, and the teacher has never calculated something like this...

A certain Lingshan.

"Senior brother, opportunity, senior brother! As long as Li Changgeng falls out with Heaven."

"Don't move, you will die if you move."

"This?"

"Oh...be quiet."

The old Taoist sighed softly, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he simply closed his eyes and said nothing.

Outside Wubuzhou, deep in the void, inside the Palace of the Virgin.

The female saint who had just returned from Nanbuzhou was leaning lazily by her bookcase, her brows were slightly frowned, and she was also thinking about the same thing.

She subconsciously glanced out the window, ran her fingers across the books on the bookshelf, and shook her head slightly.

"Not one of them is reassuring."

Amidst the gentle complaints, the figure of the female saint quietly disappeared;

A touch of Dao rhyme flows through the depths of the universe, quickly shuttles to the prehistoric Wubu Continent, and finds the two figures who are driving the clouds to Huoyun Cave.

The celestial light swayed, the streamer flickered, a cloud of celebration was condensed from the colorful clouds, and thousands of petals bloomed from within a hundred miles.

Just heard a call:

"Li Changgeng, where do you want to go?"

Li Changshou stopped, looked up, and saw Saint Nuwa wearing a light red dress, slowly falling from the air.

That posture, that demeanor, that kind of delicate dao rhyme, even Heng'e was somewhat overshadowed.

Li Changshou didn't dare to look directly at the Nuwa saint at this time, bowed his head and made a bow, and said in a deep voice: "To the Holy Mother, I feel unwilling, angry, and unbearable. I want to go to Huoyun Cave."