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

Zisheng lay down on the stone table and wrote Zijiao's invitation by hand.

Perhaps he really cared about his family, and Zisheng was much more serious about writing invitations by hand than correcting memorials.

He wrote very slowly, and when he finished the last stroke, Zisheng looked up at Hongjun and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to address the immortal teacher?"

Hongjun looked down at the paper, dipped his finger in the tea and slowly wrote two words on the stone table next to the paper.

Zi Sheng said in admiration: "The immortal master is really good at writing."

[It's just that I don't know a word. ]

Hongjun smiled warmly, and he shook his head lightly, but didn't say anything.

Zisheng is not illiterate, but the characters written by Hongjun are not human characters.The same is true of Hongjun's words, and so is the plaque at the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

Zisheng didn't give up on this, but carefully observed the complicated two characters. He picked up a pen and copied Hongjun's name stroke by stroke.

In Hongjun's downcast gaze, Zisheng's smile was flawless, he bent his eyes and lifted the paper, "I remember the name of the immortal master."

Zisheng silently tried to write "Hongjun" a few more times, and stopped writing until he was sure he would not forget it.

He had been writing for a long time, so he lay down on the stone table.

The stone table was cold and smooth, and Zisheng actually saw his own reflection on the table.

Looking at the small shadow, he touched his head.

"Master Immortal, Zisheng will cross the tribulation soon."

He raised his head and smiled at Hongjun, "After Zisheng becomes an Earth Immortal, Zisheng will look like an adult when we meet the immortal master again."

Suddenly, a strange emotion spread from Zisheng's heart, and the bright sky was reflected in his eyes, making his pupils glow with light.

His lips moved, he paused for a long time, he should have thought about it and said: "Zisheng hasn't seen the immortal master for a long time, I hope that when Zisheng sees the immortal master then, he can still be as kind as before."

Zisheng didn't explain too much, but Hongjun understood everything.

There seemed to be a gust of breeze blowing through Zisheng's hair.

Zisheng seemed to hear Hongjun's vague voice, and his tone was not as flat as before.

"It's the heart that goes through the catastrophe, and it's true to have no distractions. The word love consumes one's mind, and it can be thrown away, and it is the last thing to take it seriously."

Zisheng looked up at Hongjun, but found that the other person's expression was indifferent, and his lips had not moved, as if everything just now was just an auditory hallucination.

The confusion in Zisheng's eyes was gradually dispelled and became clear.

He looked at the table, doubts spread in his heart.

Could it be that he had a love calamity during the 5000 years of crossing the calamity?

with who?

Zisheng said to himself: Forget it, he still doesn't know where he will go in 5000 years.

Emotions are really indispensable, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bring them over, and using emotions would only be doomed to be a tragedy.

After Zisheng returned, he ordered people to send out the invitations he had written, and some officials from the princes who were closer were already on their way.

At this time, Li Jing and his wife, who had just experienced the pain of bereavement, were sitting in a carriage heading to Yinshang.

The interior decoration of the carriage is simple, except for the bamboo tube for drinking water and the mat under Mrs. Yin's body, there is only one incense burner left.

The censer is Madam Yin's order, and she takes it with her wherever she goes, and she puts incense in it at least three times a day, and her son's birthday is written on the bottom of the censer.

Watching Mrs. Yin's action of burning incense, Li Jing was very calm, but occasionally the cigarette curled up and he couldn't help turning his head to look out the window.

Li Jing's family was worried that they would not be able to catch up with the eldest prince's [-]th birthday, so they set off early. They deliberately walked along the road just to catch the invitation from Chaoge.

They met the people sent by Chao Ge, and Li Jing took the invitation and thanked him and returned to the carriage.

Mrs. Yin put the incense burner away carefully. She looked at the content on the invitation card, thoughtful, and smiled gently.

"When the eldest prince was born, the lotus flowers in our courtyard were in full bloom. It was a good season. It is said that your majesty and empress look the same, so the eldest prince must be very beautiful when he is born."

Li Jing said "En", his eyes were lost for a moment, and when he recovered, he rubbed the center of his brows.

"It should be very good-looking. Which child is not good-looking when it is born?"

Mrs. Yin took the wooden box on the car seat, which contained the birthday gift they prepared for the eldest prince.

They asked someone to forge a long-life lock with pure gold, wishing the eldest prince a long life and a healthy and worry-free life.

The carriage ran over the ruts on the wet soil, and the flowers on the side of the road swayed and dropped a few dewdrops.

Under the setting sun, the carriage gradually moved away, leaving only a small black spot.

Li Jing and his wife were the earliest among the courtiers.

They saluted Zisheng, and Zisheng also smiled back at them.

Zisheng saw the gift box in Mrs. Yin's hand, and he turned sideways to look at the palace where Zijiao was, with deep eyes.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and then he stretched out his arms to face the palace, and at the same time said loudly to the palace: "Mr. Li and his wife have come from a long distance, come quickly and take the soldier and his wife to meet the eldest prince. Please treat me well."

The palace people were very puzzled. After the eldest prince was born, many adults came to congratulate him, but if the adults didn't talk about it on weekdays, His Highness would not mention the matter of the eldest prince.Even if there are adults who want to meet, His Highness will send many people to follow, for fear of any mistakes.

The palace people were puzzled, and in the end they could only attribute everything to the fact that His Highness valued Li Jing and his wife, so they also respected Li Jing and his wife a lot.

Li Jing had always been loyal to Yin Shang and the King of Shang, and his attitude was extremely humble after he came to the palace.

He followed the palace man through the long corridor, and encountered a pool of water on the way.

Like his home, the pool was also full of lotus flowers, Li Jing could not help but take a few more glances.

At this time, Zijiao is enjoying listening to the white fox telling him stories.

The white fox sat on a small stool like a human being, holding a storybook and telling it with a human voice.

What the white fox told today was the story of "The Fox Fakes the Tiger's Might". As it told it, it imitated the fox's language and demeanor, which made Zijiao laugh all the time.

In the void, the golden consciousness was so happy that it ran around in the space, it was lively and active.

Nezha is very well-behaved. He is also very interested in the story, so the whole group of consciousness becomes brighter.But he was very quiet, just floating in the air from beginning to end.

At this moment, the palace servant at the door suddenly raised his voice and reminded the inside: "A lord has come to visit His Highness!"

When the white fox heard it, it quickly got off the stool.After putting the book back, it hid far away, but it didn't let Zijiao out of its sight.

Nezha didn't know who it was, but Zijiao happily shook his little hand. He liked it when someone came to see him.

At this moment, Nezha, who was suspended in the air, heard a familiar voice.

"His Majesty really looks extraordinary, I feel happy when I see it." It was a familiar and gentle female voice.

Zijiao, who was shaking his little hands joyfully, paused for a moment, and his dark eyes showed a moment of bewilderment.

Li Jing also lowered his head to look at Zijiao, he paused slightly, and looked into Zijiao's eyes.

Zijiao didn't understand, and looked back at Li Jing with big, ignorant eyes.

Li Jing's eyes are very sharp, as if he can see through people.

The golden consciousness subconsciously hid, it was habitually trying to hide behind its brother, but unexpectedly a cloud of silver consciousness arrived behind it.

The silver consciousness trembled slightly, and the gold consciousness trembled. It could feel the joy, apprehension, uneasiness, fear, and panic coming from the elder brother...

Jin's consciousness moved, and the cowardly he "scalped" but did not dodge for the first time.

A ball of golden consciousness gradually expanded, becoming big and flat, like a big shield covering Li Jing's eyes.

Behind the large shield, several golden "small tentacles" stretched out, and they rubbed the silver consciousness to comfort each other.

Li Jing pursed his lips, he turned his head and blinked his eyelids vigorously a few times, he pulled out a smile, the smile was very natural.

He took a few deep breaths, smiled and said to Mrs. Yin: "Suzhi, bring out the birthday gift we prepared earlier."

Mrs. Yin's eyes were much softer than Li Jing's. She kept staring at Zijiao until Li Jing reminded her to slow down, and quickly took out the small wooden box.

A longevity lock was hung around Zijiao's neck, and several male and female voices rang out in the air.

"May the eldest prince live a long life and be safe in everything."

"The eldest prince has a very good life, so... that's fine."

The longevity lock was hung by Mrs. Yin, she is not as thick as Li Jing, but her strength is much softer than Li Jing.

When she hung the longevity lock around Zijiao's neck, her hand stayed there for a long time, her fingertips trembling slightly.

When Mrs. Yin stood up, she swayed, but fortunately Li Jing helped her in time.

The two turned their backs and left the hall slowly. They didn't look back, and they didn't know whether they didn't want to go back or... dared not go back.

After Li Jing and his wife left, the golden consciousness in Zijiao's body floated in the void, and he was at a loss.

The silver consciousness is curled up into a ball, the consciousness cannot cry, but the gold consciousness can feel that the silver consciousness is sad.

It wobbled and paused, and finally floated past.

The golden consciousness becomes big and thin again, it wraps the silver consciousness like a big golden quilt.

He's not very comforting, but he likes his brother to wrap him up when he's scared.So when my brother is in a bad mood, it wants to wrap his brother around.

The silver consciousness swayed, and the sobbing sound that only the two groups of consciousness could hear clearly came out of the void.

Ao Bing became extremely weak after Nezha's soul disappeared that day.

In order to maintain his health, he slept in the Dragon Palace for nearly three months.After he came out, he heard that Zisheng's eldest nephew was born.

Ao Bing was naturally happy for Zisheng, he hurriedly asked people to prepare a congratulatory gift, and at the same time unconsciously covered his heart and looked into the distance.

I don't know where the child went, and he has to find it as soon as possible.That child lacks a sense of security. If he encounters a bad family situation, he may not be able to coax him back.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals flew in the air carrying the congratulatory gifts, and Ao Bing turned into a dragon body and also flew in the air.

His dragon ball was gone for a long time, and his spirit was not as good as usual.

Ao Bing shook his head slightly for a while, his thoughts drifted away, and after he regained his composure, he found that he had arrived at the Yin Shang Palace.

Ao Bing paused in the air, looking down with golden longan eyes, the majestic and familiar dragon aura was coming out of the palace.

This aura brought him strength, the pearl on the lampstand shone brighter, Ao Bing was infused with the dragon aura from the prehistoric, and his complexion returned to the way it used to be.

Why is his dragon ball in the palace of Yin Shang? !

Ao Bing noticed something, he hurriedly turned into a human and ran down.

He was impatient at any time, but he met Zisheng first, and he tried his best to keep calm.

Ao Bing handed the congratulatory gift to Zisheng, and at the same time looked into the palace, Zisheng also looked into the palace with him with a half-smile.

The silver consciousness is running in the void, and the gold consciousness is playing after the silver consciousness.

Suddenly, a familiar breath stepped into the hall, and the silver consciousness stopped, and it looked in Ao Bing's direction.