Little Golden Crow and Daozu

Thinking of seeing the beautiful master again, I was a little excited.

The boss hurried back to Tiangong with Lu Ya all the way.

Zixiao Palace sermons, the expiration date is correct.

Di Jun was hesitant at first to bring ten sons there, but then he thought, the youngest son is an apprentice of Daozu, so he must go.The youngest son has gone, and if the other sons are not allowed to go, it will appear unfair to him.

To be honest, Di Jun always felt that his youngest son's sense of existence was too weak.The first impression he gives people is that he is quiet, too quiet.Sometimes Di Jun saw other sons alive and kicking, and he felt a little heartbroken when he compared them.What went wrong?Also hatched from a nest of eggs.How can there be such a big gap?

Therefore, in many cases, Di Jun would subconsciously pay more attention to his youngest son who had little sense of existence.

However, Di Jun believes that he treats his ten sons equally, whether it is cultivation methods or treasure resources, he tries to distribute them evenly among his sons.

Therefore, this time the Zixiao Palace preached, it was also necessary to bring all ten sons with them.

Since Hongjun's sanctification, he has given three sermons in Zixiao Palace.

The content is more and more profound, and the number of people who go there is less and less each time.However, those great powers are still present every time.After all, it is better to get one instruction from Hongjun Daozu, the first sanctified person in the world, than to practice hard for thousands of years.

Di Jun brought his ten sons, as well as Tai Yi, to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Standing at the door was a person Lu Ya knew well. For more than 800 years, no trace was left on Xiaotong's body.I don't know if they were the last ones, but Lu Ya didn't see other people at the door.

Xiaotong looked at Dijun and his party, and a smile appeared on his anxious face.Although Lu Ya has grown up a lot now, the kid still recognized Lu Ya at a glance.No way, except for the two adults, there are only two types of people in this group, one is the nine elder brothers, and the other is Lu Ya.

The former is full of energy and looks energetic, while the latter is calm and very quiet.

Xiao Tong could vaguely see what he looked like when he was a child from Lu Ya's face.

The little boys hurried up to greet them, "Master Tiandi, Lord Demon Emperor, and all your highnesses, please come in."

Xiaotong was the boy next to Daoist Patriarch Hongjun, but as the saying goes, the slaves who served the emperor were all three-rank officials above the court who dared not offend, or even fawned on.

Di Jun and Tai are also very polite to the little boy.

"Young boy, you are being polite. Dare I ask, are we the last to arrive?"

The little boy smiled and said, "Not really. Maybe there are still some masters who haven't arrived yet? Please come in quickly."

A group of people walked into the hall, and the hall was almost full of two rows of people.

The leaders are still Sanqing, Ersheng, Nuwa Fuxi and others.Dijun and Taiyi took the ten children to the side of Nuwa Fuxi who was also a monster.

Probably because the atmosphere in the hall was relatively solemn and quiet. Lu Ya's nine brothers seemed a little restrained at the moment, but they were unusually quiet.

Lu Ya hid among the nine elder brothers, feeling eyes from all directions were cast on this side, and couldn't help being surprised: Although their group of twelve people is quite spectacular, it's not enough to attract so many people's eyes!

Not to mention other people, Lao Tzu, who has always been known for his indifference, all took a look at this side.For some reason, Lu Ya always felt hairy and cold.

When the time came, Hongjun appeared on the top, with a wave of his wide sleeves, the door of the palace was slowly closed.

"The time has come, and those who have no fate will not need to enter."

Lu Ya stared at Hongjun's face intently.There is no difference from him over 800 years ago.The handsome celestial being, with an indifferent demeanor, sits high on the futon, very close to Lu Ya, but makes Lu Ya feel far away.

In the distant memory of childhood, Lu Ya can clearly remember the deep fascination with Hongjun's appearance at that time, and now he suddenly saw Hongjun again, and this fascination with appearance seemed to fade away suddenly, Lu Ya Instead, I was concerned about Hongjun's every move, his expression, and wanted to know how he was feeling.

As if... as if time has passed, the originally shining pearl is covered with a layer of dust. You know that it is a pearl, so you will subconsciously look at it, and think, if you wipe it away Is that layer of dust, this pearl, still as warm and radiant as before?Still more pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Lu Ya felt that in the bottom of his heart, there seemed to be something slowly fermenting, waiting to break through the ground.

"The Daoist lies in knowing the rules of heaven and earth. If you want to become holy, you can start from three aspects. One is to cut off the three corpses. The other is to prove the way with strength. The third is to become holy through merit. Corpse, divided into good, evil, self..."

Lu Ya shook his head, before his thoughts drifted away, he was pulled back by Hongjun's slow voice.Lu Ya listened intently for a while, and found that he had heard what Hongjun had said, but he was taken aback, looking at Hongjun with a complicated heart.

As his master, Hongjun told Lu Ya all the knowledge he knew without reservation. Did Hongjun do it unintentionally or on purpose?

If it is intentional, does it mean that Hongjun is also interested in him?However, Lu Ya's first instinct told him that with Hongjun's disposition, it was more likely that he was unintentional.

Hongjun’s sermon lasted for 1000 years.

He speaks as he pleases, without organization, and he speaks whatever comes to mind, but the people below listen very carefully, especially those who are already quasi-sages such as Sanqing. For them, Hongjun's sermon is Just like the last thrust of a carp jumping over the dragon gate, they had an epiphany in their hearts, and they had a premonition that their cultivation was about to break through.

Lu Ya didn't expect Hongjun's sermon to last so long, but he didn't find it boring either. Although the content of Hongjun's sermon was unremarkable and lacking in skill, he could still gain insight from it if he listened attentively.

Lu Ya also felt that his cultivation was about to break through.

Finally, Hongjun glanced at the people below, and slowly sacrificed the Jade Butterfly.

There was a little doubt in everyone's eyes: what is Daozu going to do?

Lu Ya understood that Hongjun was going to divide Hongmeng Ziqi, and he was going to accept Sanqing as his disciple.

Sure enough, Hongjun made a decisive decision, and a burst of majestic purple energy full of luck flew out from the fortune jade butterfly.Hongjun divided it into seven pieces, and the seven pieces of Hongmeng purple, which were one size smaller, floated in the air.

Hong Jun said: "The Dao of Heaven is the general trend. In the future, there will be seven saints who will control the Dao of Heaven and luck together."

Everyone in the hall was in an uproar, especially those quasi-sages.

Since the prehistoric times, there has only been one saint in Hongjun for millions of years in the world, but now there are seven saints.Really surprising.

"Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Sect Master, you were transformed by Pangu Qingqi, and you should be divided into three ways."

As soon as the words fell, three streaks of primordial purple air flew over the heads of the three of them.

Sanqing bowed and said, "Thank you, Patriarch!"

Hongjun said: "From now on, I will accept you and the other three as disciples."

Sanqing was surprised by this. After all, Hongjun had accepted Xiao Jinwu as his apprentice before, and they all thought that Hongjun would not accept apprentices for the time being. They didn't expect to accept other people as apprentices so soon.

But the surprise is the surprise, it is a blessing to be the apprentice of the Taoist ancestor.Sanqing knelt down and said, "Disciple pays homage to Master."

Hongjun nodded slightly, and said: "Well, get up. You must have heard that I took a little golden crow as an apprentice before. From now on, he will be your junior brother. Lu Ya, come out and meet your three Brother."

Lu Yameng: Master, you are too freewheeling, shouldn't I be a senior brother?

However, he is Hongjun's apprentice, and Sanqing and his cheap father are of the same generation (note), and he is Sanqing's senior brother (brother), so the seniority is already messed up.It doesn't matter if it's a little messy.

Lu Ya stood up as he said, and walked in front of Sanqing.

Suddenly, Lu Ya felt that everyone's eyes were on him.It made his back feel the same as before, but the eyes that were divided on his ten brothers just now focused on him alone, and Lu Ya suddenly understood why.Feeling in my heart: It seems that no matter in which era, gossip is a common feature of human beings.

Didn't he just want to know which Golden Crow was accepted as an apprentice by Hongjun?Just ask.Why all of them keep silent and just wait for things to happen by themselves?

Although from Hongjun's point of view, Lu Ya and San Qing are of the same generation, but from Di Jun's point of view, Lu Ya is their junior.Therefore, Lu Ya really didn't know how to salute well.

After hesitating for a moment, he still chose a gift that would not go wrong.Lu Ya made a bow to them, bowed and cupped his fists and said, "Junior brother Lu Ya has met three senior brothers."

Lao Tzu, who was the leader, said: "You don't need to be too polite, Junior Brother."

Hongjun said: "Lu Ya, go back to the seat you just had."

Lu Ya had no choice but to walk back and stand between his brothers again.As soon as he stood up, his arm was touched. When Lu Ya turned his head, he saw Xiao Jiu winking at him, smiling happily, and he didn't know why he was having fun.

Next, Hongjun distributed the remaining four primordial purple qi to Jieyin and Zhunti of the Western Sect, Nuwa of the Yaozu, and the first red cloud in the world to become a red cloud.

When distributing to Hong Yun, Lu Ya obviously felt that Hong Jun hesitated between Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and then gave the last Hongmeng purple energy to Hong Yun.

Seeing that he had obtained the last mammoth purple, Hong Yun was obviously also taken aback.In terms of strength, the first few people who got the primordial purple energy are very convincing, even if they are not convinced, no one dares to say anything.

But he, Hongyun, is not very good at Taoism, and his background is not strong enough, but he got this hot potato, and the most kind person in the world also has a bad feeling.

After Hongjun divided the seven primordial purple qi, the sermon ended.

With a flash of Hongjun's figure, he left the hall.The rest of the people also left one by one.Lu Ya lingered at the back, unwilling to leave. When Di Jun saw him, he patted the shoulder of his youngest son, who had grown to his shoulder height, and asked, "Want to meet Taoist?"

Lu Ya nodded honestly.

Di Jun smiled, "Then you stay here first, we'll wait for you for an hour, if you don't come out yet, we'll go back first."

Lu Ya: "Well, good."

After everyone in the hall had left, Lu Ya turned around, quickly walked through the inner door of the hall, and walked in.

Xiao Tong stood by the door and waited. Seeing Lu Ya coming, he smiled, "Xiao Ya, I knew you would stay."

Lu Ya is now about the same height as Xiao Tong, and Xiao Tong can't hold Lu Ya's little hand like before.The little boy looked at the grown-up child in front of him, feeling a little bit like the time flies by.

Lu Ya also hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, and the expression on his face couldn't help but relax, "Yeah."

Just a simple word reminded the little boy of the child who was so quiet that he couldn't cry all day long, and he couldn't help but feel warm, and said: "Xiaoya is going to see the master? Go quickly. The master said It's under the gazebo."

Lu Ya walked the familiar corridor all the way to the backyard.

As before, he stopped involuntarily when he reached the courtyard gate.

In the courtyard, the scenery is still the same as it was 800 years ago, and the person under the gazebo is still the same as it was 800 years ago.Putting on a white brocade robe, with three thousand blue silks hanging down his back, Hongjun sat upright on the futon, looking like a freehand painting splashed with ink.

Lu Ya couldn't help calling "Master", but his voice was very soft, trembling slightly, he was reluctant to break this beauty.