I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

After Zisheng left, the moonlight was still pouring down, casting a shadow on the house, occasionally a few windows were lit by candlelight.

After all, it is a family matter, and Tongtian doesn't want to disturb others.He looked at the bright moon, and a soul separated from his body and floated to the north.

The shadow of the soul fluttered very quickly, and it took only a stick of incense to arrive at the gate of the Chongdi City Lord's Mansion.

Because the king is here, the lamps in Chongdi are extremely bright.There is also the sound of drum music echoing in the air through the walls in the mansion.

He is a spirit body, and mortals cannot see him.So Tongtian flew up and leaned against the stone pier in front of the city lord's mansion.

Today is a good day, and there are more red colors in front of the city lord's mansion.With the control of the regent, the people can see smiles on their faces.People were talking and laughing as they passed by the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, accompanied by the sound of drum music, it was very lively.

Hong Ying made people dizzy, Tong Tian squinted his eyes slightly, his fingers were bit by bit on his legs.

On the willow shoots on the moon, Tongtian thought of the time that Zisheng had agreed upon—the three o'clock in Xushi.

But when he thought about it, he frowned again.

Strange, Zisheng's husband... is not reliable.Where is the husband-in-law who visits his family at night?

But after all, he is his husband and son-in-law, and Tong Tian can't say anything, he can only wait patiently and wait to see who is holy!

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun pressed his five fingers on the table, stretched his veins, the gentleness finally overwhelmed the coldness, and won the temporary peace.

He didn't give himself time to rest, but went straight down the steps.

Today is very meaningful, he must respect the brother of his Taoist companion.

The lotus flowers also knew what Hongjun was going for, they all rushed over when they saw this, and Hongjun stood still.

The lotus flowers wanted to make up for Hongjun, so Hongjun let them go. Although there was not much change after the dressing up, Zhonglian·Stylist·Hua nodded her head in satisfaction.

The red light in the world illuminated the night, and Tongtian waited for a long time, not even the shadow of Zisheng's husband-in-law.

Tong Tian frowned and turned over, thinking in his heart that this person won't be stuck until the last moment, right?

He pinched the time in his heart until the last moment when he looked up to the sky, but his eyes widened and he sat up suddenly.

Before he stepped forward to greet him, Hongjun had already landed in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Tongtian never thought that his master would come to Chongdi, isn't it that his master hasn't left Zixiao Palace for many years?

Why are you here?

He hurriedly stepped forward to respond, leaned over, and asked in a low voice: "How did Master come to Chongdi?"

Hongjun turned his hands back and looked into the mansion gate with deep eyes. His voice was clear and clear, without emotion.

"The world depends on my chance, and I have to smooth this matter out."

Tong Tian seemed to understand, he patted his head, wondering in his heart, Master's cultivation is so high, how could he be involved in everything?

Hongjun glanced at him, and Tongtian understood what Hongjun meant, and he quickly replied: "A young friend of this disciple has a husband-in-law who came to see him today, and the reason why I stay here is to see his husband-in-law."

Hongjun said "hmm".

Tong Tian didn't know what Hong Jun meant, he glanced towards the sky from the corner of his eye, wondering, "It's already time, why haven't you come yet?"

Hongjun said "um" again, and walked inward.

Tong Tian wanted to follow, but he could feel that his master didn't want others to follow, so he gave up.

He flew back to the stone pier and continued to wait for Zisheng's husband-in-law.

The result can be imagined, he waited for a long time, but still did not arrive.

When Zisheng received Hongjun, he ran forward excitedly.Seeing this, Hongjun hugged him, and reached out to touch his head.

The two walked towards the main hall together. On the way, Zisheng's hand quietly held Hongjun's hand, and Hongjun pinched it in the palm of his hand.

main hall.

Zi Shou was sitting on the throne, holding a wine glass, looking at the entrance of the hall with both drunken and sharp eyes.

The drums played for a long time, suddenly Zi Shou seemed to feel something, he clenched the wine glass tighter in his hand, and his eyes became serious.

Vaguely, Zishou seemed to see golden auspicious clouds pouring in, and the unprecedented peace scattered in the hall.As the purple-clothed Taoist walked into the pitch-black night, the background seemed to be invisible.

The Taoist was holding his younger brother by the hand, and the purple clothes gave Zi Shou the feeling that he was stronger than Tong Tian.Even if Zishou is a mortal, he can still feel that the cultivation level of the person in front of him is too strong to measure.

After Hongjun Wang saw Zishou, he nodded his head slowly and said, "The king of men..."

Zishou saw the appearance of the man, and also saw the white hair of the man...

Suddenly a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and he was blocked, unable to vomit.

He reached out to rest his forehead, rubbed his temples, and his head twitched violently.

in the room.

Zi Sheng sat on the small stool stupidly, Zi Shou stretched out his hand and poked him on the head, out of breath.

"Which mountain did you invite the baby from? Do you know how old he is, older... how much older than Brother Wang? What do you want Brother Wang to call him? Should he be called brother-in-law, or..." He said the following words Hard to say.

Zisheng's head was like a tumbler, he was poked and dangled forward and backward.

He said blankly, "But I am also older than Brother Wang."

Zishou couldn't describe it, he grabbed Zisheng's face with both hands and squeezed it hard.

"You know that before you were born, your father was already old. When you stand with him, it's as if the king sees his father welcome a young and beautiful concubine!"

Zisheng: ...

Brother Wang, your metaphor is too filial.

It's not good for the two of them to stay in the room for too long, they sat closer after they went out.Zishou waved his hand and ordered someone to bring wine.

Zishou took a sip of his wine, raised his eyelids and looked at Hongjun, "Immortals are happy to drink alcohol? Is there any mountain delicacies that you like to eat?"

Hongjun said indifferently: "I have never drunk or eaten."

Zisheng: ...

It's really not a good day to talk about.

Zi Shou raised his chopsticks again and said, "What do you think these chopsticks can do?"

Zishou originally wanted to talk to Hongjun about the multiple uses of these chopsticks. Unexpectedly, Hongjun glanced at him and said: "Although there are only two of them, they also contain Tao. One..."

Zisheng and Zishou: ...

They are not on the same channel at all.

Zishou simply put down his chopsticks, fixed his eyes on Hongjun, and said in a sharp tone: "According to the immortals, how can you fight the fastest in this world? Do you use your mouth, or lead an iron cavalry to sweep the world?"

Based on Zishou's understanding of Hongjun, this person has a gentle temperament, and he must advocate no war.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun smiled lightly.He held the teacup to his lips, and a dead leaf fell and floated to his hand.

With just a light touch with his fingers, the leaves instantly turned into powder.The powder is scattered, and everything returns to nothingness.

This time, he was telling Zishou the answer.

Zishou: ...

After the banquet, Zisheng and Hongjun walked on the small bridge together.Zisheng's eyes secretly looked elsewhere.

He said in his mouth: "The immortal master came in time today."

Hongjun nodded and smiled lightly. He is not good at talking about love, so there is no need to say these things.

It was dark at night, and there was no one around.

He clenched Hongjun's hand tightly, and after crossing the stone bridge, Zisheng asked in a low voice, "Master Immortal, can Zisheng kiss you?"

Hongjun put his hand on Zisheng's shoulder, and he nodded slightly.

Zisheng smiled, and he kissed Hongjun's chin...

Outside the gate of the mansion, Tongtian didn't wait for Zisheng's husband-in-law until the sound of gongs and drums.

Tong Tian frowned, sighed, and said for Zi Sheng: "This person is too far behind, and he didn't keep the promise on such an important day!"

He waved his sleeves and jumped off the stone pier, then looked up at the lantern outside the mansion gate.

The hustle and bustle faded away, and everything returned to calm.

Tong Tian thought, since he had already been here, he might as well go in and see King Shang and Zi Sheng.

So he turned and walked in.

As the path gradually darkened, the surroundings became more and more quiet, so some small voices were extremely obvious in the ears of the sage Tong Tian.

"Master Immortal, slow down... Zisheng... a little out of breath..."

Babel:? ? ?

He was shocked!

He originally thought that someone was molesting Zisheng, but on second thought, with Zisheng's cultivation level, who could succeed?

Thinking about it this way, there is only one possibility...

Tong Tian's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that it would be rude to go any further, but the curiosity in his heart wanted to pull him forward.

He patted himself on the head and thought to himself: This is the only time he was rude, I just hope what he saw this time will not disappoint him.

Ever since, Tongtian quietly moved forward...

Under the moonlit night, he poked his head out to glance at the far corner of the wall.

The young man in white was pushed against the corner, and the Taoist in purple leaned over to kiss the young man.

The young man was handsome, but also weak. He was so dizzy from being kissed that he almost fell down.

However, the purple-clothed Taoist supported him and put one hand on the back of his head, leaving the young man nowhere to hide.The aura of the purple-clothed Taoist was also high, as if he was going to swallow the white-clothed youth in the next second.

Babel...

His pupils shrank sharply, and his mouth opened wide.

Purple clothes... Purple clothes... He has been looking at them for so many years, not to mention the figure, he can recognize who it is just by a corner of the clothes.

Tong Tian seemed to have dried up, only a gust of wind came, and he was cracked.