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

The clear pool water ripples with the swaying lotus stems.Zisheng stared at the round and round waves, and the wanton and lazy appearance of Zishou when he played with him appeared in his mind.

"Brother Wang...", Zi Sheng said softly and flew out.

The sky outside the hall was extremely bright, and Zisheng wanted to get under the clouds with all his might.However, the cloud was very hard, and he couldn't get through it no matter what.

Zisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he flicked his sleeves to push the clouds aside.As the clouds gradually emptied, Zisheng realized that there was a layer of enchantment under the clouds.

The other side of the enchantment was pitch black, like the darkness in the void.

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at one place.

There was a huge black mass there, if he guessed correctly, he should have come out of the black mass.

It's just that the black mass is far more stable than the light spots in the void. Even though he has been out for so long, let alone disappear, he has never even changed.

The black group is like a door, which seems to remind Zisheng that he has not really broken free from the void.

Zisheng looked down at his slender fingers, then looked up at the vast sky, feeling more confused.

Is the Zixiao Palace here in the original world, or in the new world?

He was more inclined to the latter because of the appearance of the black group.There was a hint of doubt between his brows, but why is that pool of lotus so familiar to him?

Just when he was having difficulty distinguishing, a childish voice appeared in his mind.

[It's a new world!5000 years here is still equivalent to one year in Chaoge, so Zisheng can rest assured to practice here. ]

After Karma Sword finished speaking, he yawned and stretched again.A hundred years of sleep has made it full of energy, and it will be able to accompany Zisheng again in the future.

In the same way, Zisheng felt that a small thing was touching the roots of his hair.

The golden seedling came out of Zisheng's head. It seemed to have slept for too long and hadn't recovered from it. The bean sprout-like body was lying on Zisheng's hair, and a few leaves dangled and hung down in a state of lack of energy. .

Zisheng's sinking heart was much calmer because of their awakening.

He stood under the empty sky for a long time, finally lowered his head and smiled, his mood was obviously relaxed a lot.

That's fine too.

He is not strong enough, and it will be useless to go back.

Although 5000 years is long, it is only one year for his brother Wang.

Zisheng turned around and walked back. When he passed the black group, his footsteps paused slightly.

He glanced over his head and his eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and put his eyes on Zixiao Palace again.

5000 years was too long, and he didn't really want to go back to the void.

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Zisheng sat barefoot by the pool, his delicate white soles dipping into the cold water.

Seeing this, the lotus wrapped Zisheng's feet with lotus leaves.

Zisheng felt the skin-like touch, and the next second the lotus leaves turned into a pair of pure white shoes that fit perfectly on his feet.

Zisheng was very curious, he pulled his feet out of the pool and stood on the shore.

The lotus leaf itself is extraordinary, and the shoes it turns into are also equivalent to a magic weapon.

The shoes wet the ground with the pool water, but it is not wet itself.

Zisheng's eyes sparkled, and he lifted his trouser legs to look at the white shoes with silver stripes.

Against the backdrop of the white shoes, his legs looked whiter and straighter.

Seeing that Zisheng was dressed appropriately, the lotus flowers shook happily.

Suddenly the lotus flowers stopped collectively, Zisheng sensed something was wrong, his scalp numb and he raised his head at the same time.

A familiar figure was looking at him calmly, with his hands behind his back in a purple dress, and Zisheng couldn't see through his eyes.

"Immortal...immortal master?" Zisheng called out tentatively, because time and space were different, he didn't know that the immortal master in front of him could deny him.

Hongjun lowered his eyes and replied softly, "Yes."

In Zisheng's eyes, a few starlights were visible to the naked eye, and a few subtle emotions flashed in his heart.But in the end, his emotions were still suppressed, and the joy of not seeing his old friend for a long time occupied his whole.

"It's good to be an immortal teacher, Zisheng misses the immortal teacher very much."

Hongjun's slender eyelashes moved slightly, he shook his head and smiled helplessly, then turned his back and left.

"Since it's because of this... from now on, it's up to you to plan."

The purple figure gradually faded away, Zisheng touched his head with a flash of understanding in his eyes, his lips moved, but he was still not sure.

Suddenly, a string of jade plates fell down and fell into his arms.

Zisheng caught the heavy ball subconsciously. There were too many jade plates, and he couldn't count how many pieces.

He has never seen a jade plate, but the jade plate is a conscious creature, and it is especially kind to him like a lotus in a pond.

A childish voice echoed in his mind.

[Zisheng... come with me. ]

The voice of Yudie was somewhat familiar, Zisheng looked down at Yudie, but Yudie grabbed his hand and ran to a place.

In a small room, a lot of lotus leaves were carried on a jade plate.

It dropped four pieces on the ground to form bed and bedding pillows.

It threw a few lotus leaves at him, one of which turned into a table, one turned into a chair, and one turned into a wardrobe...

After a while, Zisheng's room was full of furniture.

One jade plate scratched another jade plate.

[I forgot to prepare a place for Zisheng to take a bath.Although Zisheng is delicious every day, soaking more spiritual water can also help Zisheng improve his cultivation. ]

Zisheng heaved a sigh of relief. Although he no longer needed to take a bath, he still liked to take a bath.

The good fortune jade plate first sent Zisheng to other places to familiarize himself with the environment. After Zisheng left, the good fortune jade plate quietly peeped at the crack of the door and looked around.

After it was sure that no one was there, it locked Zisheng's room door, and then walked straight to Zisheng's bed with his "hips" crossed.

It produced a few lotus leaves and threw them on Zisheng's bed, and Zisheng's bed became big and firm.

It strengthened Zisheng's room again, then touched the floor to make sure it was warm, then nodded its head in satisfaction.

After the good fortune jade plate left, several lotus plants also sneaked in, and they also reinforced the various furniture in Zisheng's room.

... Then came the Qiankun Cauldron, which directly lifted the lid of the cauldron to refine Zisheng's room.

Zisheng hasn't slept for a hundred years, now that he has a room in Zixiao Palace, he naturally wants to sleep well.

Because he didn't have a change of clothes, he had no choice but to lie naked under the blanket in his underpants after taking a shower.

The soft and comfortable quilt made Zisheng relax physically and mentally. He rolled over and realized something, so he sat up under the quilt.

He looked at the corner of the bed and touched his head, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that the bed was bigger.

He raised his head and looked around, why is there something different around him?

Inside the main hall.

Hongjun was meditating, and he was sleeping in the corner of the main hall covered with a lotus-leaf quilt on a good fortune jade plate.

In the past, it was very satisfied with its small nest, but today it is always looking out of the palace furtively.

It glanced at Hongjun who closed his eyes, then slipped out of the nest, and a few pieces of jade plates pushed the nest and ran out of the hall.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged, but he tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips.

A few moments later, the Qiankun Ding also moved its bulky tripod legs and sneaked out from behind Hongjun.

In Zisheng's room.

Zisheng was lying under the blanket and looking at the roof when suddenly his arm froze.

Several pieces of cold things in the bed hugged him from his arms to his waist, and the little things hugged him tightly, and then rubbed against his waist.

Subconsciously, Zisheng shuddered. He lifted the quilt and saw the good luck jade plate sleeping with his arms around it.

Zisheng hissed, he touched the jade plate.The jade plate trembled, feeling wronged and unwilling to leave.

Zisheng sighed helplessly, his tone was gentle, "You can hug me to sleep if you want, but you are too cold, it would be best if you have the temperature of a normal person."

The good fortune jade dish was refreshed, even though it had no facial features, Zisheng could still feel his joy.

In the next second, the temperature of the good fortune jade plate rose instantly.It originally wanted to have the same temperature as Zisheng, but when you think about it carefully, human beings like to have a temperature that is a little higher than their own.

Ever since, the final body temperature of the good fortune jade plate was maintained at 40 degrees.

Zisheng squinted his eyes comfortably, and he touched the jade plate.

"That's the best."

When Zisheng was sleeping soundly, the Qiankun Ding also passed through Zisheng's door quietly. It glanced at the good luck jade plate on the bed, then looked at itself, and then adjusted itself to 40 degrees.

Zisheng rolled over in a daze from sleep, and beside him was another big guy who was equally warm and pressed against his waist.

After a long time, many lotus flowers crowded onto Zisheng's bed again.

Zisheng was tightly locked up, and at night he even breathed the fragrance of flowers.

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in the new world.

Zisheng used his eight-year-old body to comprehend the mysteries of the world.

Suddenly, he heard the woman's cry of pain.

Zisheng's mind was moved, and he flew to that place quickly.

There is a simple hut built here, which is neither shabby nor luxurious, and the woman's cry of pain comes from it.

Zisheng looked up at the window, he could see the thick fog of blood inside the window.

The blood mist was not caused by fighting, but a cloud of qi.

He counted with his fingers, and the hexagram was hazy as if covered by a secret, but Zisheng could vaguely see the signs of fertility from it.

The people in the house are giving birth?

Zisheng frowned slightly, this is wrong!It is full of visions, and there are signs of changing the world.

He closed his eyes and moved closer to the room.

His consciousness is really strange, within half a year he met countless gods and spirits, but no one saw his figure.Even if the immortal has reached the level of Daluo Jinxian.

He heard the panic mixed with the woman's panting voice, "God bless...he was born with a vision. If my brother finds out, I'm afraid he will be imprisoned forever, not to mention that he was born between you and me. My brother died many years ago." Let the gods and mortals fall in love, I disobeyed him, I am afraid I will go back to heaven and be punished."

The man's heart was cut like a knife, "Yunhua..."

The woman smiled weakly, "Punish it as you please, after all, I was wrong. He is not wrong, and it is never wrong to obey the rules. It may be the rules that are wrong."

The woman didn't know what she had done, and her panting became heavier.

Zisheng heard the sound of the quilt being slapped.

The woman's voice became more urgent, "Go! Go! My blood is still alive, and it will be easier for the heavenly soldiers and generals to find me. Let me lead them away, and you take him... Jian... His name is Yang Jian, and you take Jian'er away. I violated the rules of heaven, but I can't die, the most... the most is to be imprisoned forever."

When Zisheng heard the word "Yang Jian", he was shocked and his face showed shock.

Yang Jian?Then he is still in the familiar mythical world.

It's just... Which version is Yang Jian in front of me?

There is also Yang Jian in the Romance of the Gods, is it possible?

Zisheng stopped guessing and focused his attention on the inside of the house.

A moment later, Yang Tianyou ran out with a shriveled cloth bag and a baby in his arms.

Yang Tianyou's eyes were red, he looked at the hut from time to time, a weak voice came from the room, "Go... hurry! Don't let my brother see him."

Yang Tianyou bit the tip of his tongue, blood dripped from the corner of his lips, he gritted his teeth and ran away.

After a while, dark clouds covered the hut.