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

Hongjun lowered his eyes and glanced down, smiled lightly, and touched the top of Zisheng's hair helplessly.

It was only then that Zisheng realized what he had just said, shut his mouth quickly, and then raised his dark eyes to secretly look at him.

only……

Zisheng had never been so close to the immortal master before. When he raised his head, his lips almost touched the immortal master's cheek.

He sucked his lips and bit his teeth, his heart beating violently.

"Master Immortal...", he exhaled, and Hongjun's eyelashes floated with his breathing.

Zisheng:!

His scalp was numb, especially after he zoomed in to see every inch of Hongjun's skin, his face was hot.

Hongjun's eyes were covered by shadows, he laughed, and finally let go of Zisheng.

After Hongjun left, he sat down on the stone bench woodenly, his eyes glazed over.

The touch when he hugged the immortal teacher just now appeared in his mind——

Although the fairy master's waist is a bit thick, it is hard, and he can't hold it.

He looked around, and the lotus in the pond understood what he meant, so he covered the petals with lotus leaves, pretending that Zisheng couldn't see anything.

Zisheng was relieved, he quietly lifted the hem of his clothes to look at his lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen is white and has smooth and beautiful lines, with a thin layer of muscle on it.His waist is too thin, without a trace of fat.

What about the fairy master?

Before Zisheng had time to think about it, he patted himself on the head.

How can you blaspheme the immortal master like this? !

The lotus leaves of the lotus flowers in the distance cracked a crack, and the lotus flowers quietly beat the quantum rise.

They don't know how to appreciate the body of the lotus leaf, and in their eyes, Zisheng has turned back to the prototype of the lotus flower.

Because the aura is too strong, Zisheng's big green lotus is plump.Fat Qinglian quietly lifted one of her petals to look inside, and then nodded the petals with satisfaction.

The lotus flowers also nodded their lotus heads in satisfaction.Look at their cubs, how beautiful they are!Young and fat, she looks like a big Meilian at first glance!

As for Hongjun, Hongjun is only a human being, and there is no comparison with their big Meilian!

Zai Zai is the most beautiful lotus in the world!

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The immortal in white has played chess with Zisheng for many years, and he has been defeated repeatedly.

One day, Zisheng sat on the wooden bench, and he said sincerely to the immortal in white: "Today I will play chess with the immortal."

The fairy in white frowned slightly when he heard this, and he nodded.

Zisheng's level has improved a lot, but he is no match for the fairy in white at all.

They played for five hours, and in the end he lost to the Immortal in White.

Zisheng knew the result a long time ago, so he didn't feel melancholy, but walked down from the stone bench and saluted to the white clothes again.

"Immortal..." He said politely, "When will we continue playing chess?"

The immortal in white got up and waved his sleeves, "You are no longer a chess player, so there is no need."

Zisheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he bowed.

Zisheng thought that he had nothing to do with the white-clothed fairy, until one day the white-clothed fairy was watching the snow in the pavilion.

He paused in the distance, then walked over.

"What did the immortal see?" Zisheng asked with a smile.

The immortal in white paused, turned his head to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "What did you see from the snow mountain?"

Zisheng looked at the white-clothed fairy, he couldn't see the other party's realm, and he knew in his heart that his own perception was nothing to the white-clothed fairy.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, and said truthfully: "Snow is one of the most common and special things in the world. Snow covers Kunlun..."

The young boy who has not yet reached the chest and belly of the fairy in white is talking from afar.

Heavy snow covered the surrounding area, and a piece of snow was blocked on the top of the wooden pavilion.

In the peripheral vision of the white-clothed fairy, the person standing beside him was never a young boy, but a white-clothed youth who was almost as tall as him.

The young man was dressed in white with him, and the young man had reached the Da Luo Jinxian level, but the young man was much more youthful and agile than him.

After listening to Zisheng's description, the immortal in white turned and left. Zisheng watched the immortal for a long time, and then he continued to lean against the wooden pavilion to watch the snow.

In fact, Zisheng seldom meets a fairy in white, but he has lived in Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years.No matter how infrequently they met, over the millennium, he had met hundreds of times.

The fairy in white didn't have a good attitude towards him. When they got along, the fairy seldom spoke, and most of them were Zisheng.

Zisheng is kind to everyone. He has been with the immortal for a long time, and he has become familiar with it.

Sometimes, if they met at night, Zisheng would drag the immortal to watch the starry sky together.

From time to time, Zisheng would tell the immortals about his ideals.

"I wish the world peace and peace in the world!"

The immortal looked at the little merchant king for a long time.

Immortals don't like non-human beings, this is what Zisheng observed from the side.

One day, Zisheng stood under the lush greenery and looked at the big tree and said, "If there is a spirit and a sound mind, what is the difference between all living beings?"

Immortal waved his sleeves and left after hearing this, Zisheng smelled a faint sullenness in the air.

Zisheng has seen immortals hundreds of times and realized the Dao 99 times.

On the day when Yang Jian's kung fu is perfect, Yang Jian bids farewell to Master Yuding and goes down the mountain to save his mother.

Where does Yang Jian go, where does Zisheng go.

Yang Jian is holding a weapon, Zi Sheng is sitting on the weapon, and the figures of the two are gradually moving away.

The immortal in white stood in front of Yuxu Palace and looked into the distance, his eyes reflected half of the world, and a white shadow was right in the center of his pupils.

Later, Jiang Ziya participated in the Battle of the Conferred Gods and returned to Yuxu Palace for a long time.

He saw the little boy in front of Master holding his painful head and remembering.

"I remember that Master once had an idea. He once wanted to change the twelve immortals of Yuxu into the thirteen immortals."

Jiang Ziya asked, "Why hasn't it changed?"

The little boy shook his head in confusion, "I don't know."

After Yang Jian went down the mountain, he took Zisheng straight to Taoshan where his mother was imprisoned.

It's just that the years of 2000 have faded his recklessness. He knows that his uncle has great powers, so he doesn't dare to expose his whereabouts rashly.

When he was less than a thousand miles away from Taoshan Mountain, he stopped riding the clouds and fog, but flew to the ground and turned into a farmer.

A strong farmer walks through the jungle with a pole, and a bamboo basket is hung on each side of the pole.

In the front bamboo basket were the three snakes he had just hunted, and in the back bamboo basket was the consciousness of a young boy.

The farmer pushed aside the weeds, and the sound of "squeaking" water came to his ears.

After a pause, the farmer raised his head, only to see a waterfall appearing in front of him.

The waterfall fell from the cliff and hit the boulders, many of which grew moss.

only……

There is a flower in the middle of this pool of water.

a lotus flower.

A... black lotus flower.

The breath of the lotus flower was extraordinary, which made Yang Jian's expression change slightly. He gripped the shoulder pole, and finally took Zisheng on his back and took a detour.

Zisheng lay on the shoulder pole and looked at the growing lotus. He seemed to hear a hoarse voice talking in his ear.

"Zi... Sheng..." The voice paused.

Zisheng was stunned.

Yang Jian turned to another direction, and he pushed aside the vegetation again, only to see a swamp appeared in front of him.

The swamp is brown-black, the muddy water inside is very sticky, and there are many miscellaneous leaves floating on it.

It's just... there is another black lotus growing in the middle of the lake.

Yang Jian's eyelids drooped slightly, he suppressed the sharp light in his eyes, and at the same time turned around and left again with Zisheng on his back.

"Zisheng."

Zisheng raised his head suddenly, he heard someone calling him with a smile.

When Yang Jian pushed aside the vegetation for the third time, the whole sky changed color.

The mountains collapsed, the sun and the moon faded, and the originally blue sky was dyed blood red.

Yang Jian looked at the ground, and there were countless corpses of immortals he didn't know lying on the ground, and the red-gold blood gathered into a river.

And in the center of this river of blood, there is a black lotus flower.

Yang Jian stared at the lotus, he put down his shoulder pole and took out his weapon.

He knew that today he would have to fight this black lotus.

He stepped on the void and stabbed at the black lotus.

Suddenly, the scenery around Hei Lian dispersed and turned into a black mist.

The third eye on the top of Yang Jian's forehead turned golden. He looked into the mist, and suddenly there was an evil voice in his ear: "Little Da Luo Jinxian, dare to use weapons against this seat?"