Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

If you act rashly, the two realms of the fairy court and the mortal world are not connected, and mortals cannot heal the God, so they can only soak his whole body in the spiritual spring.

This glimpse of Lingquan Pool was left by the founder of the Wuming Sect. It is located on the top of the Wuming Mountain. It was originally a place where spiritual energy gathered. The spring is surrounded by it, named Zhuli Wuju, and it forms a spirit-gathering array, which makes the spiritual energy of the Lingquan more powerful than other places.

Fortunately, such "treatment" is somewhat effective.

Zhanli soaked in the Lingquan Pool for seven days before his divine power recovered enough to wake up.

He blinked, feeling drowsy in his head, and stretched out his hand to press his forehead with difficulty. Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked in a pool of blood, and there were still bubbles rolling up from the bottom of the pool, like a blood pool. Pouring human blood hot pot, he was so frightened that he got up, and secretly thought that Zisong had a unique taste, could it be possible that he took himself out of the hot pot?

"God...?"

He was shocked again, but when he looked back, he was a handsome young man in white, with a bone-like spirit.

"Are you...here...?"

Xiao Daojun was shocked, probably because he didn't expect to have a conversation with the real God in his lifetime, he almost jumped up on the spot with excitement, didn't react to answer his words, just turned around and ran subconsciously: "I'll inform Master and Senior Sister! "

Before Zhanli could say a word, he couldn't help laughing when he saw his back gradually disappearing. It seems that he is not in the underworld, so it is probably safe.

Only then did he look around, and saw that the surroundings were bright, with bamboo shadows, verdant green, and mist lingering around. It was not thanks to the name Zhuli Wuju, and under a broken wall and flower window in front of him, there was an enshrined The five-stringed qin, which is as white as jade, still exudes a chilling coolness even after time has passed.

For some reason, he always found this piano very familiar.

He walked under the broken wall, stretched out his hands to play the piano, the strings were dull, and there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps behind him: "God?"

——It was the little Daoist who came with his master and several senior sisters and younger brothers.

But it is not.

Zhan Li was momentarily stunned by the similar faces in the crowd.

The leader was an octogenarian, with white hair and white clothes, with a kind of unrestrained chic, bowed respectfully and saluted: "The deputy head of the Wuming Sect, Xiushui, has met the God, the door It's humble, please God condescend."

Standing behind Master Xiushui was the female Daoist who brought Zhanli back to the sect earlier. Seeing his pale face, she frowned and asked again: "Is God all right?"

He woke up in a jerk, and plucked the strings again with a trembling hand. The dull sound of the piano reminded him that he had seen this female Taoist monarch before.

"God...?"

"Who are you?"

Nv Daojun hurriedly said: "I am a disciple of the Unknown Sect, you know the importance."

He suddenly laughed: "Is it important to meet again?"

From this point of view, it is a very suitable name.

Zhanli is stunning in the fairy court, let alone in the world, coupled with the compassion and gentleness in his brows, even if he is a pure-hearted person, his heart will miss a beat.

For example, knowing the female Taoist monarch, she couldn't even finish her sentence: "Up up up up up up up...God?"

"Sorry, I lost my composure." He turned his head away in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and stroked that particularly delicate and beautiful banjo, with mixed feelings, he turned around and saluted Xiu Shui again: "Thank you, Xiu Shui." Shui Zhenren took him in, but I am not a god, but a quasi-god who came to the lower realm to cross the catastrophe, so just call me Zhanli."

"But..." Xiushui glanced at Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch with some difficulty, and then she continued, "That evil boy has been calling you a god, so..."

As soon as Zi Chong was mentioned, Zhanli's face quickly turned cold like a spring breeze after a long absence, and he was silent for a while before saying: "That's all because of his intention to humiliate him." After saying that, he raised his head and smiled gently, like a spring breeze, very sincere, "By the way, were you guys the ones who saved me? It must have been a hard battle to save me from his hands, thank you very much."

Master Xiushui coughed lightly, glanced at the disciples behind him again, and sighed softly, "Let my incompetent disciples tell the gods."

Zhizhong Nv Daojun had no choice but to exchange glances with his juniors, showing embarrassment, and told all the things that happened after he fell into a coma that day.

In fact, Zhizhong Nv Daojun did try to save people, but her level gap is clearly displayed, and the talisman does not work. It is equivalent to using a primary ordinary card given by the system to play an ultra-rare card full of stars and full levels , I can only boast that this ordinary card face is good enough to resist without being killed in seconds.

Even saving people, she was basically lying down and being beaten.

After hearing this, Zhanli smiled gently, his whole body was covered with a layer of bright light, he stood up and saluted: "Anyway, the appearances of several Taoist mortals are willing to fight for me with the evil boy of the underworld. Your courage is commendable, in the future, you will definitely become a hero in the world, I would like to thank the Taoist monarchs for their help."

Daoist Xiushui didn't dare to accept his gift, so he hurriedly gave him a hand, but the apprentice who brought him up with one hand was praised by Xianting, and he was very happy, his eyes were narrowed into a line, and the word "happy" was written all over his face, but He still waved his hand pretentiously: "Where is that, the god is so polite, my little apprentices are not good at learning, so I know that as a big disciple, I still have some of myself, please ask the god to be here." I will stay in the Wuming Mountain for a few days, and the disciples of the mountain gate will be responsible for the daily life of the god."

He also had nowhere to go, and it happened that Zhuliwuju was full of aura and it was a good place to recover his divine power, so it was fine to stay here for a while, so he nodded: "So, if I bother you here, I would like to thank Master Xiushui for taking me in." .”

"It's okay, it's okay, the gods come to my Wuming Mountain, my mountain gate is the real brilliance." After saying that, he glanced at the god, and saw the little disciples staring at the god, their eyes almost flashed, I had to shake my head almost invisibly, stood up and said goodbye, "Well, I will take my leave first, and let my young disciples talk with the god to relieve boredom."

Zhanli hadn't spoken yet, the little Taoists who had just been praised by him just raised their tails to the sky, and hurriedly answered yes in joy, Xiushui shook his head helplessly, had to chuckle lightly, and flew away with his hands behind his back .

Zhizhong Nv Daojun blushed with anger from this group of incompetent juniors, and was reluctant to let go of this magnificent fairy court god, so she could only sneer and say: "Forgive me, God, they don't know the sun when they see you." Where did it rise from?"

Zhanli chuckled again, lowered his head to touch the qin on his lap, couldn't help but pluck it again, as if thinking of something, his face gradually became serious again: "I know that the master of the underworld is dead, and he never takes human life seriously. , but I never imagined that I have reached such a situation.”

"What does God mean?"

"You said that when the evil boy was about to kill me, a female evil king opened the gate of hell and dragged him back to the underworld?"

"Exactly."

He sneered again, even though there was frost in his eyes, the ice crystals shot out still had a fatal attraction: "This proves that the underworld didn't just let these evil boys out casually, they still have The one who is supervising his own Shatong is just... turn a blind eye when killing people, and stop him until he is about to kill the gods. If I am not a quasi-god, I am a person in the fairy court, even if I am really killed by him , the underworld won’t take care of it either.”

So, his life is his life, so no one cares about the life and death of those innocent villagers?

Hell……

It was really a place he didn't like.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhizhong Nv Taoist quickly changed the subject: "However, don't worry, God, I have already asked Zhifeng Junior Brother to escort the heel back to Zhoushan. The plague in that village was brought by the heel, as long as the heel returns Go to Fuzhou Mountain, and the plague will naturally disappear."

Zhanli finally heaved a sigh of relief, being able to restrain the plague there was his only consolation, seeing that several Taoist monarchs were very nervous, he lowered his eyebrows calmly: "By the way, this nameless mountain... ..."

She smiled shyly, looking a little embarrassed: "Our mountain gate was established here, named Wuming Sect, so the mountain is also called Wuming Mountain. The Wuming Sect was established less than 800 years ago, it is really a very unknown sect, no wonder Shenjun did not I heard that our founding patriarch was the real Chan Lingzi who led the mortal army and died on Penglai Xiandao during the underworld rebellion 800 years ago."

"Real Zen Lingzi?" Zhan Li suddenly opened his eyes, "I've seen it."

"What... what? Seriously?"

The little disciples opened their eyes wide. That was their ancestor. If someone told them today that they had seen the ancestor who passed away 800 years ago, they would have converted the eighteen generations of each other’s ancestors on the spot. Now, looking at Zhanli who is full of Buddha light...

Believe it or not, after all, this is a true god who has lived for nearly a thousand years.

Zhan Li smiled, very happy, and lightly plucked the strings again, no wonder he thought this violin looked familiar, it turned out to be that guy's violin.

☆, Lingqin Wangxu

"I didn't expect that this nameless faction was created by him. If he were, the word 'nameless' would indeed be his style."

"Why? Doesn't being nameless mean being indifferent to fame and fortune?"

Zhan Li took another deep look at Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch, meaning something, his slightly narrowed eyes were suddenly stained with a bit of cunning: "He just finds it troublesome."

The little Daoists immediately stared at each other, and then stammered after a while, "Then... what kind of person is our Patriarch in the eyes of the gods?"

He thought for a while, but didn't dare to tell them the bloody truth, but asked back: "Then what kind of person is Zen Lingzi in your eyes?"

Knowing that the female Taoist priest was questioned instead, she blinked her eyes. After all, the patriarch lived 800 years ago. I am afraid that the patriarch of her ancestor's ancestor is already a portrait. , is still not very realistic, let alone her.

After pondering for a long time, he finally pieced together a rough and vague figure from his memory.

"The patriarch became famous at a young age. He was born with a talent for cultivating Taoism since he was a child. He had no desires and desires, and he was devoted to the world. He was even willing to sacrifice himself. 800 years ago, the underworld rebelled. He didn't want the world to become a purgatory. The outstanding disciples killed the Penglai Immortal Island. In the end, there was only one master uncle who returned to the mountain gate with the Wangxuqin, and unfortunately died of serious injuries. There are a total of sixteen disciples of the Anonymous Sect. So far, none of them survived. Patriarch... In the hearts of us disciples, he is equivalent to the existence of gods and Buddhas in the heavens."

Zhan Li couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"God... Divine Sovereign?"

"Sorry, I lost my temper again." He coughed lightly, and couldn't help it, so he could only lower his head again and look at the piano in his hand.

"God... am I wrong?"

"If I have to say it, your patriarch is... completely opposite to what you describe."

How can that guy have no desires and desires, that is called heartless.

"Is Shangshen and Patriarch very familiar?"

He recalled some past events. Under the radiance of the sky, a boy in Tsing Yi walked towards a man in a bright and flamboyant red dress, embroidered full of butterflies and flowers, and even studded with pearls. The banjo, just...

The head of the piano is covered with colorful ribbons and tassels, which forcibly puts a magical filter on this very beautiful piano as a souvenir of a roadside stall in a five-star scenic spot.

So Tong Tong, a young boy in Tsing Yi, said nonchalantly: "This piano is really beautiful, but it's a pity that these ribbons and tassels are too gaudy."

The man in red hugged the piano and jumped up: "What do you know! This is called being different! Can you understand my aesthetics! You little bastard with no hair on his head, how can you talk!"

Behind him was a young disciple in gray clothes, what was his name or what he looked like, he couldn't remember clearly as time went by, he just remembered that after he stopped the furious man, he said "God forgive me" to him, and then He let out a long, helpless sigh.

Yes, the red-clothed Erbaiwu who called him a "little poor boy" 800 years ago was the founder of the Wuming sect—Zen Lingzi himself.

So after the white jade banjo was cleaned up, he couldn't recognize it at a glance.

Seeing that he was deep in memory, the female Taoist Lord Zhizhong couldn't help but asked softly: "Shenjun...?"

He let out an "ah", came back to his senses, and quickly said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm not very familiar with it, but... You said that he killed Penglai 800 years ago to defend the world, I also agree. Participated, so we got along for a few days."

"What? Really?"

A few little Taoist lords who have not been deeply involved in the world have supreme yearning and admiration for the tragic World War I 800 years ago. Their eyes lit up when they heard the words, and they gathered together one after another, asking questions urgently.

Zhanli had no choice but to explain to them in detail.

"The first battle 800 years ago was very tragic. The world has become a sea of ​​blood. For the first time, the three worlds joined forces to defend against the enemy. In order to reduce casualties, the formation was reorganized. Each team has different people from the three worlds. I happened to be assigned to the Zen Lingzi real team. Later, I accidentally got lost with the team, and when I found it again, it was already..."

He bowed his head and didn't say any more. However, how much the scene of corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing into rivers shocked him, and he couldn't let go of it for 800 years, is another story.

The little Daoists were silent for a long time before they finally asked the question that no one could answer: "The god... the ancestor... did he really... save the battle?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

Everyone paused and fell silent for a moment, only Zhizhong Nv Daojun laughed lightly: "Shenjun is already telling the truth."

Zhan Li paused, organized his language well, and then said: "It's not all. At first, in my opinion, he was completely lonely and courageous. He pulled his apprentice and sacrificed meaninglessly. Back then, the three worlds The news is blocked, and the world has become a sea of ​​blood, but Xianting did not know it immediately. By the time they received help from the underworld, the evil lords had already turned upside down. Ten gods can quell the rebellion. The so-called alliance of the three realms is actually just to strengthen the connection between the three realms. Among the three realms, the human world is the weakest, and the tasks assigned are also the lightest. The tasks of our team are no more than It's just to stop the gods under the top of Penglai Mountain to ensure that the gods on the top of the mountain have time to set up the Tiangang sword array, but I didn't expect that it was just a task of delaying time, but Chan Lingzi lost his life. It's not that he has no way out, so I don't understand why he would rather die than retreat."

These words were really a bit harsh, and the female Taoist priest who knew the importance was stunned for a long time before saying: "God... God..."

He smiled again, and then continued: "It took me hundreds of years to realize that his temperament also has its own pride and unyielding, probably... To him, defending the world is really more important than life. However, there is no way to know what the situation was like back then, you just need to be sure that your patriarch died generously for the sake of the common people in the world, and that is indeed something worth spreading and praising."

He glanced at Zhizhong Nv Daojun with deep eyes.

If there is a chance, he would also like to ask Zen Lingzi himself what happened in the first battle.

"Shenjun...the life span is boundless, have you already seen through the life and death of us mortals?"

Zhanli's movements froze, and then he came to his senses: "Did I react too flatly to the death of Chan Lingzi?"

Zhizhong Nv Taoist hurriedly said in a panic and awkwardly: "No, I'm sorry... Shenjun, I..."

"It's okay. But... the life and death of you mortals is actually not a big deal, because you still have reincarnation. As long as you wait long enough, those who should return will come back."

He tilted his head to look at the Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch, and smiled gently with his eyes closed, but what was reflected in his eyes was another face with an insolent expression.

Unexpectedly, that Two Hundred Five would actually be reincarnated into such a reserved and serious woman.

——Yes, Zhizhong 800 years later is Zen Lingzi 800 years ago.

"By the way, this Wangxuqin is a relic used by your patriarch Zen Lingzi. It would be a waste to enshrine it like this. If he is still alive, he will not be happy, so you can use it."

As she spoke, she forcibly stuffed the dusty white jade banjo into the hands of Nv Daojun Zhizhong. Before she could refuse, the moment she touched it, a white light flashed suddenly. There were hundreds of colorful fringed ribbons, and the nun who knew the importance was frightened, and stammered: "This, this, this, this..."

Zhan Li couldn't hold back, and laughed softly.

He knew that this piano should not look so clean.

Under the Nine Springs.

Hell.

The difference between Sha Tong and Sha Jun is that Sha Tong is born with no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow and joy, only killing is paramount, and he knows nothing but killing. It is not surprising what kind of things he will do, but Sha Jun After surviving the tribulation, they have learned emotions, and they will use emotions to restrain their desire to kill, so as to ensure that they are perfectly qualified for the job of the messenger of death.

Therefore, it is impossible for the underworld to rashly release these overly powerful killing machines back to the human world.

The ghost emperor buried restrictions in each evil boy's body and monitored them all the time. Once he violated the orders, he would immediately open the ghost gate and be recalled by the underworld.

For example, Zisong.

In fact, the underworld is very big, bigger than the whole world. Hell is only a small part of the underworld, and it is overcrowded. However, when you leave the hell, it is empty as far as the eye can see.

Zi Song sat alone in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side that could not be seen as far as the eye could see. With his upper body in his arms, a flower pierced through his veins, and a bloody flower bloomed under his flesh and blood. The wound flowed out and gathered under his body into a small pool of blood.

The flower stems were buried deep in the blood vessels, making his tendons protrude obviously, forming a strange totem under his skin. The Bana flower absorbed his flesh and blood, blooming even more coquettishly.

For as long as Zhanli has been in a coma, he has been sitting here withered.

Feeding flowers with one's body is a very painful thing, but the pain is a kind of gift to him.

The blood was fixed by the flower stem, so he couldn't move, even if he just hooked the corner of his mouth, it would cause him severe pain, but the more it hurt, the more unshakable his heart would be.

He is a Shatong, born without emotion.

But Zhanli, for the first time, gave him a feeling similar to joy, and for the first time, he also had the urge to do something impatiently.

That is killing, killing Zhanli.

He was so full of him that he was mad at the thought.

"Zi Chong, the Ghost Emperor asked me to ask you if you know what's wrong."

Li Nu walked over from the direction of hell with three steps and three shakes.

Zi Song didn't answer, and remained motionless like a statue, letting the blood drip down his muscles into the pool of blood below him.

She bent down proudly, outlining a perfect curve on her waist, but her brows were full of frost: "Zi Sui, there are laws among the three realms, and all living beings have their definite numbers. You can't just kill them at will." , especially... people from Xianting!"

He lazily raised his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, cold sweat mixed into the blood along his forehead, and rolled down together: "Thinking that I am superior and different after surviving the calamity? If I really learn how to feel, what will happen when I kill someone?" Don't stop me? If you want to kill the gods, you will know to be a good person? What kind of laws are sentient beings, bullshit! It's just that you are afraid of the power of the fairy court!"

☆, feed flowers with your body

Her long and heroic eyebrows frowned, and with a sudden wave of her hand, the Bianhua in Zisong's body exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flower stems in his blood vessels suddenly expanded, sucking his flesh and evil spirit madly, even he roared in pain With a sound, cold sweat poured out like rain, and he twisted in pain.

"The ghost emperor said that your temperament is rare and violent even in Shatong. Now it seems that you haven't smoothed it out after nearly a thousand years. Since you know that there is a rift between the underworld and the fairy court, you shouldn't Go make another quasi-god idea! Zi Chong, you have the heart to kill gods, do you know your mistake?"

The extreme pain almost made him lose consciousness, but the corners of his mouth were still raised wildly, and he smiled extraordinarily happily.

What is the balance of the three realms, what are all living beings?What does it have to do with him?He only wants Zhanli!He's just such a selfish, narrow-minded and extremely humble boy!

She seemed impatient, raised her hand and said sharply: "Do you admit your mistake!"

He snorted lightly, and said bluntly, "I don't recognize it."

No matter how painful the torture was, it couldn't wring his paranoid heart to the extreme.

To him, killing people is an instinct like breathing. What's wrong with him killing Zhanli?

If you want him to admit his mistake, it is better to let the law of the three realms admit his mistake. Why did he create a dirty and unbearably inferior boy like him after creating a spotless quasi-god like Zhanli?

Did he agree to let him climb out from the bottom of the Wangchuan River?

Li Nu became more and more annoyed, and stretched out her hand to make the flower bloom more violently, but suddenly a dull and old voice came from the void.

"Li girl, stop."

She was startled, quickly withdrew her hand, and respectfully said "Ghost Emperor" to the gloomy sky.

Emperor Fengdu did not show up, only an old voice came from the distant sky: "Zi Chong, go."

He raised his head from the flowers, endured the almost numb pain all over his body, and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

The Ghost Emperor paused for a long time, until Zi Chong thought he would not speak again, and then suddenly said: "Go to cross the calamity. Zi Chong, go, go to cross the calamity."

He sneered, but his eyes were terribly bright: "What is there to survive this calamity? You have an infinite lifespan, but you don't even know why you live. What's the use of this life? Are you living to play?"

Zhanli's nearly perfect, clean and pale face appeared in his mind again, he remembered his untouchable figure standing under thousands of rays of light, he remembered the dying appearance of him lying under him and gradually dying...

Zhanli... Zhanli!

He wanted him, wanted to pin him down again, to strangle him, to enjoy his weak struggle.

He didn't want to cross the tribulation, he just wanted him, wanted to... kill him!

Li Nu raised her hand high again, her brows were furrowed because of his contradictory: "Zi Chong!"

"The sweet girl."

She could only let go angrily.

"Zi Chong, you don't want to cross the catastrophe, but you... already have a candidate, don't you?"

Have a candidate...?

Is it Zhanli?

He wants to kill his heart, is it also a kind of feeling, a kind of love?

He doesn't understand.

"Killing God... is it also love?"

Emperor Fengdu didn't speak, and he didn't know if he was surprised by his bold and presumptuous thoughts, but it was Li Nu who reacted first and raised her hand again: "Zi Chong, you are getting more and more presumptuous!"

"Li Nu, that's all, let him go."

"Ghost Emperor...?"

What is "let him go"?This kid even wants to kill a god, so if he is allowed to go like this, the world will not become a sea of ​​blood?

However, Emperor Fengdu didn't make a sound anymore, only a barely audible sigh came from the distant void, so light and soft that Li Nu was in a daze, not sure if she heard it or not.

Zi Song knew that the punishment this time was over, so he finally stood up. His large movements touched the flower stems in the blood vessels, causing the wound to tear and bleed. The severe pain made him unable to stand still for a while, but he Gu just stumbled and stabilized his figure, insisted on walking forward without looking back, leaving only bloody footprints one after another.

So deep and so determined.

Seeing his blood-stained back gradually walking away, Li Nu suddenly called out "Zi Sui".

He turned his head, his side face, which was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, was still indifferent and cold.

The kind of coldness made Li Nu retract her outstretched hand, and sighed: "I am also from Shatong, and my doom is the same as yours, Zichong, we all have to learn how to love, don't do it Make yourself regret."

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Zisong pulled out a particularly thick flower stem from his veins, threw it on the ground casually, and raised his hand: "As expected of a Shajun who has learned the seven emotions and six desires, regret it? I don't understand. "

Li Nu sneered, not paying attention to his ridicule.

When she was a child, she didn't understand what a heart-piercing feeling "regret" is.

Zisong turned and left, insisting on disguising his resolute back, and hid until there was no one else, then sat down again, and carefully picked off the flowers that were blooming on his body one by one, like a hedgehog on a stick. Pulling out his own thorns, he couldn't help hissing and gasping——

like a beast.

Fighting against trapped beasts, I still don't want anyone to catch me licking my wounds.

He was paranoid and ill, even if he was bleeding like a river, he would not cry out that it hurts.

Why bother, no one cares anyway.

After picking off the flowers on his body, he ignited a flame-like evil spirit in his hands, which burned into a ball of runes in the palm of his hand, and fell to the ground to become a Yin soldier.

"What about people?"

"In the nameless mountain."

"Anonymous faction..."

He narrowed his eyes, talking about the Unnamed faction, he still had a little impression.

The so-called "true man" who greeted the eighteenth generation of his ancestors at the top of the Penglai mountain, the so-called "true man", and the colorfully wrapped zither, are really unforgettable.

Stretching out his hand, the evil spirit dissipated, and the Yin soldiers disappeared suddenly, and then used the evil spirit to condense on the fingertips, and wrote another rune with a strange pattern in the air, which contained stronger and more terrifying power.

The rune fell to the ground and released a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, what appeared was a young, pale and tired face.

He is different from the Yin soldiers next to him. He is dressed cleanly and plainly, and his hair is also meticulous. Except for the thick dark circles under his eyes, there is not even a trace of lifelessness on his face, and even a pair of long and narrow Ruifeng eyes. Warm luster.

"Poxu has met Shenjun, but I don't know what is called by Shenjun?"

Zi Song didn't like him very much.

His yin soldiers are divided into high and low ranks. The low ranks don't even have minds, and most of them are for one-time use, but the high ranks usually have stronger power, and they also have their own minds. only……

Before he died, he was a meticulous and well-behaved person, and he was no longer the opposite of him, it was simply a mismatch.

Even this serious act of kneeling and saluting made him very upset, frowned, resisting the urge to kill his Yin soldiers, and then said: "Go to Wuming Mountain and lead the way."

"Wuming... Mountain?" Poxu's upright figure suddenly trembled, and a strange expression flashed across his face that hadn't changed in hundreds of years.

Zisong sneered, with a little sarcasm: "Why, among you mortals, this is called... homesick?"

He bowed his head solemnly and shook his head: "Poxu never misses home."

"Let's go then."

Only then did Po Xu answer "Yes", obediently stood up and led the way.

He is just a dark soldier who has made an absolute master-servant contract, and he must unconditionally abide by all the orders of Zisong.

unnamed mountain.

No matter how much Zhanli emphasizes the difference between the quasi-god and the high-god, it is impossible for the Wuming faction, old or young, to treat him as an ordinary person, and there is no way to change the knowledge of the female Taoist. The idea of ​​Wangxuqin confessing again, after all, he had the same idea when he was a child, when he first got the Tingyu given to him by the Buddha.

and……

Perhaps it was because of being a senior student that she began to take care of and discipline these junior students since she was a child, and she developed a character of an old mother.

As long as he moves, Zhizhong Nv Taoist will follow him with a chattering heart, wishing to set up an incense table for him to confess. This rigorous and restrained temperament is really far from the unrestrained Zen spirit. It made him want to laugh every time.

If Zen Lingzi knew that he was reincarnated into such a girl, he probably...

I was so angry that I had another reintroduction.

And she knows that the female Taoist monarch has a lot of worries. She is worried about the diet and daily life of this quasi-god Zhanli, and she is also worried about the personal safety of her junior brother Zhifeng.

Zhifeng went to a place as far away as Fuzhou Mountain the first time he went down the mountain, and he was still holding a beast that could bring plagues in his hand. Long overdue.

Zhanli knew the feeling of worrying about his juniors and juniors, and it happened that he had bothered her for a long time, so he could only say to her, "Since you are so worried, why don't I accompany you to find him?"

"What... this, why is this bothering the gods?"

Zhan Li sighed: "I've said it many times, don't call me Shenjun."

Chan Lingzi is a ruthless person who dares to call him "little poor boy" in person. After 800 years, Zhizhong female Taoist priest is facing him with an identical face and mouthful of "God Lord", which really makes him unable to adapt .

However, she knew that Chongnv Daojun was not a real Chan Lingzi, nor did she know that she was once a Zen Lingzi. Coupled with Zhanli's own flashing special effects, she spoke in a serious manner, saying: "The god is humble."

He sighed again.

"Can't you just call me Zhanli?"

Zhizhong shook his head: "I can't."

Zhanli: ...

Facing this daoist lady, he sighed more in just a few days than he had to clean up Yaoyao's mess in 200 years.

Sure enough, Zen Lingzi was still his nemesis even after his personality changed drastically after reincarnation.

"Zhifeng has never left the Wuming Mountain, maybe he just lost his way, such a trivial matter, I really dare not bother the gods to help."

☆, the lake of strange beasts

Zhan Li didn't want to pursue her overly respectful attitude anymore, and felt a headache: "So without me, the 'God Lord', how are you going to find your little junior brother who is lost and doesn't know where he went?"

Knowing the female Taoist monarch: "..."

"Do you know where he is?"

"..."

"Is there any way you can get in touch with him?"

"..."

"And he also carries a beast that brings plague?"

Zhizhong Nv Daojun chose to give up: "Then... the god can do it?"

Zhanli smiled, a little confident and a little cunning: "Go get something that your junior brother used."

When she heard the words, she quickly went to get Zhifeng Xiaodaojun's pen: "God, is the pen okay?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, divine power condensed and wrapped around the pen. Under the eyes of everyone, the pen spun around in the air in his hand, with the tip pointing straight ahead!

"This……"

He walked forward confidently: "This is called the person-finding technique, it's just a small spell."

"Where is the god?"

"Go find your little brother!"

Zhizhong dared to let him go alone, he was about to chase forward, seeing the juniors poking their heads, he couldn't help telling him with a cold look: "Everyone doesn't go to practice, why are you looking around? Wait until I come back Check your homework, and those who can't answer it will be punished by me!"

The juniors have long been accustomed to the reprimands from the elder sister who have no deterrent effect, and they responded with a smile, "Goodbye, senior sister, goodbye, god", and then they scattered like birds and beasts, and all ran to practice.

Only then did she feel relieved, and took two steps faster to catch up with Zhanli.

Who knew that this reprimand, which was neither light nor heavy, would actually become a farewell.

The person-finding technique is just a small spell, although it is simple, it also has a fatal flaw - too slow!

Originally, both he and Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch could travel thousands of miles by relying on emptiness, but now they were slowed down by this person-finding technique.

The person-finding technique guides the direction in a straight line, and in this walk, I passed the small village that was hit hard by the heel.

"By the way, Shenjun, the small village is just ahead, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Zhanli paused: "Forget it, the three worlds are separated, I really shouldn't disturb their lives anymore, but..."

He turned his head and smiled, turned around resolutely and went to the distant mountains and forests: "I still have old friends to visit."

"Old friend...?"

He directly led Zhizhong Nv Taoist to detour through the mountains and forests, to the small village that had resumed the days of sunrise and sunset, and walked through the dense forests until the temperature was slightly cooler, and finally came to that place again. small