Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

"Unless there is one thing more important than the glory and glory of the Phoenix Clan, Kong Xuan will definitely move forward even if he knows that the future is bleak."

Hongyun does know the fate of Kong Xuan in the ancient novels, but the situation is different now, and he doesn't know if there will be a "destined black bird, descending and giving birth to Shang".

If the same thing happens, then there is no need to worry too much about Kong Xuan. Yuanfeng's resurrection is much more important than the Feng clan. When the time comes, he will guard the Shang Dynasty and wait for Yuanfeng's resurrection.

Zhen Yuanzi stared at Hongyun for a while. He had an intuition that Hongyun seemed to know something. But since Hongyun didn't say anything, and he didn't ask, there must be a reason why Hongyun didn't say anything, and there was no need to force it.

After a period of silence, Zhen Yuanzi spoke first. It wasn't something serious, but there had to be a reason to speak: "Have you seen Di Jun's child?"

Hongyun shook his head: "No"

Zhen Yuanzi counted with his fingers: "Ten suns, twelve moons."

Although Hongyun has never seen it, he has known it for a long time.

In ancient times, nine was the ultimate number, and ten was already unlucky. Fortunately, all twelve daughters followed their mother, not the three-legged golden crow and the other. Otherwise, Di Jun will have another worry.

Hongyun said with emotion: "With ten golden crows, even Zulong only gave birth to nine sons back then!"

"Di Jun is already in the middle of the situation and can't see the situation clearly." Zhen Yuanzi clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky.

Hongyun didn't want to think about the tragedy of the outcome, and said with a smile: "Whether he can see clearly or not, it has nothing to do with us after all. We don't pursue any power, so we just practice behind closed doors in Wuzhuang Temple and live our lives. Days. Even if there are many talented people in the world, they still have to respectfully call us saints when they see us!"

The word "we" came so naturally to Hongyun. Zhen Yuanzi felt a little sweet in his heart and nodded: "Yes, why do you need to fight? You are already a saint. There are several people in the world who can compare with you."

Even if you are indifferent by nature and don't fight or grab, there are still the world of earth, immortality and demon behind you. Even Sanqing cannot look down upon you. What you don't want to do, I'll do it for you.

Zhen Yuanzi could only say the remaining half of his words in his heart.

The words changed: "You don't want to accept a disciple? There are already many disciples in Tongtian. Even Yuanshi has started to recruit disciples. Among the several saints, you are the only one who has never accepted a disciple."

It's not that Hongyun doesn't want to take on a disciple, it's just that he hasn't met anyone who wants to take on a disciple. Moreover, it is very troublesome to accept a disciple. Not only do you have to teach him how to practice, but you also have to teach him how to behave. If like Chan Jiao Twelve Golden Immortals, more than half of them apostatize, it is better not to accept them.

But why did Zhen Yuanzi suddenly ask such a question?

What happened to him today? Nothing happened yet and you still didn’t go back to your room to practice?

Why are you talking so much today?

Hongyun glanced at Zhen Yuanzi suspiciously: "I haven't met anyone who can catch my eye! I will accept it when I meet someone I like in the future!"

In fact, Lu Ya is not bad. After the Lich War, he took the only Little Golden Crow under his sect. He and Kong Xuan have similar backgrounds, so they should have something in common.

Hongyun thought about it and laughed twice, which attracted Zhen Yuanzi's gaze, and he couldn't look away again.

This kind of honest smile and eyes were rarely seen after Hongyun became a saint. Zhen Yuanzi suddenly missed the days before his transformation, when the silly cloud in the sky floated down, trying to block his sunlight and grabbing his extended branches.