[Honghuang] Shangqing Tongtian

Half awake and half asleep, he squinted his eyes and dumbfoundedly noticed the majestic chaotic airflow around him. With his feet in the void, there was an unreal hazy feeling that lingered.

"Third brother, why don't you stop moving forward?"

When Lao Tzu called out, he silently looked at each other, not only Lao Tzu but also Yuan Shi, they were all standing under the divine light of Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.Flicking his fingers over his smooth forehead, Tong Tian laughed lowly, and finally a heavy sigh overflowed from his throat, he understood where it was.

This going will never be destroyed, and this going will never be restored.

Looking at the brother in his memory from a distance, Tongtian didn't expect that he just meditated once as usual, and he was still near the dragon sea area, but he dreamed of the road before the sermon in Zixiao Palace.

Yes, this is a dream, and he can feel this fact more clearly than anyone else.

There was no answer, and as Tongtian approached silently, the sacred light of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda opened a corner, and hung down protectively around him.Such an abnormal attitude should not have been ignored by Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi, but as if they hadn't seen it, they would occasionally communicate about the changes during the prehistoric period, repeating the scenes of the year in every move.

The distance was neither far nor near, and the chaotic colors gradually disappeared, leaving only a vicissitudes and silent palace in sight.

Sanqing was the first group of ascetics to arrive. After seeing the six tufts left in Zixiao Palace, they took the first three seats as a matter of course.Tong Tian sat at the lower head of Yuan Shi with a blank expression on his face. His mood, which had been slightly ups and downs at the beginning, had settled down. He stared at the light smoke rising from the cauldron in the hall, and the ethereal traces seemed to be fleeting, but could not be seen.

In the silent hall, Sanqing was thinking about his own things without saying a word.

Soon, Hongyun walked in carelessly, saw the unfamiliar Sanqing and sat down on the fourth tuanpu without making a sound.Afterwards, Kunpeng from the Yaozu stepped into the main hall. He looked left and right for a while, and when he saw Sanqing and Hongyun were already there, he was slightly disappointed, and sat in the fifth seat.

Linlang accessories made a crisp sound, and Nuwa in a pink dress and her elder brother Fuxi came together, and were stunned when they saw that there was only one seat available.

Thinking of Fuxi who has been caring about her all the time, Nuwa couldn't help but pursed her lips and said nothing, and there was a touch of sadness in her clear eyebrows and eyes.Fuxi gently rubbed his younger sister's hair. Although they came from opposite origins, Nuwa surpassed him in both cultivation and state of mind. He couldn't sit in this position with the cheek.

Fuxi took half a step back, smiled and said to Nuwa, "Sister, sit down."

"Thank you brother Fuxi."

A pair of star pupils glowed with joy, Nuwa nodded, moved her lotus steps slightly, and sat on the sixth seat that belonged to her.

Tong Tian looked up at the scene of brother-sister friendship, and smiled thoughtfully. In the final analysis, it was because Fu Xi's spiritual perception and opportunities were not enough, as Nu Wa clearly felt the significance of this position to her.

otherwise--

Why did Zhunti and Jieying cry and beg Hongyun on the spot, regardless of face, for this position!

Once again, I saw that I put down my body and begged for Hongyun's approval and guidance. Are they really asking for the good old Hongyun?Tongtian feels that what they are looking for is a chance to lead to the avenue.

A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and Tong Tian quietly watched the development of these people under the tumult. Who could have imagined that some of these people were sanctified, some fell into the mortal world, and some... their souls were scattered.At least at this moment, they are still equal fellow Taoists, all those present are strong men who have emerged during the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, and no one thinks that they are inferior to anyone else.

Seven days and seven nights passed.

The ascetics standing inside and outside the hall were of distinct ranks, Hong Yun was also successfully aroused with compassion, and the position was given to Zhunti.

Except for Tongtian and Hongjun who didn't appear, no one knew what Hongyun let out at this moment. With a drink and a peck, his holy seat disappeared.Kunpeng, who was sitting next to Hongyun, was not reconciled, but Zhunti and Jieyin had higher cultivation levels than him, so he had to back down!

Tongtian watched Zhunti and Yingying's shamelessness coldly, just like other silent ascetics around him. This is the prehistoric world, and the strong are respected!

No one knows when Hongjun will appear, not even Tongtian.

When they saw this purple figure, the other party was so quiet and natural, as if he stood there a long time ago, looking down at everyone in Zixiao Palace with a cold expression.Everyone was startled, their original disdain and conceit all subsided, and they could feel that they were ridiculously small in front of the Heavenly Dao Saint.

Next came the opening sermon.

Tong Tian lowered his eyes, and listened to the incomparably profound content again with neither sadness nor joy. Every time he savored carefully, he could gain something new.

Entered Zixiao Palace three times and preached three times.

It wasn't until after the last time that many Da Luo Jinxians broke through to the realm of quasi-sages that Hongjun began to accept disciples.

Formal apprentices include Laozi, Yuanshi, and Nuwa, registered apprentices include Zhunti, Jieyin, and Hongyun who doesn't have much relationship between master and apprentice.Everyone's eyes began to focus on Tongtian, but he was the only one sitting on the third tuanpu who was not accepted as a disciple by Hongjun, nor did he get the Hongmeng purple energy bestowed upon him.

Tong Tian, ​​who had always been indifferent to the outside world, slowly raised his head, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Is that what you're going to tell me?"

Hongjun closed his eyes indifferently, with an attitude of not wanting to answer at all, and as a saint, he really didn't need to pay attention to the question of a mere quasi-sage.

"Pull me into a dream and repeat these things, God, you just want to tell me——Aren't I a destined saint?"

"I don't even care about being his apprentice!"

Tongtian stood up suddenly, and the cattails turned into flying ashes under his body. His powerful aura instantly suppressed all the listeners present in Zixiao Palace, with unexpected arrogance and arrogance.He stared at the unresponsive Hongjun, even the reflection in the dream could not affect his emotions, so let it be like this, let yourself completely cut off this meaningless dream.

The Qingping sword was unsheathed, and the fierce sword energy was accompanied by a shriek that could destroy the world.

"Third brother!" "Tongtian!"

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi's exclamations sounded, no one expected that Tong Tian would strike at Hong Jun, and he slashed out with a sword, like a life and death enemy.

The lavender eyes suddenly opened.

Hongjun, who was sitting upright on the head, became even more silent. He stared at Tongtian, a dim light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't make a move to stop him, allowing the cold long sword to penetrate into his body.

"I'm sorry," he said, before the dream disintegrated.

Tong Tian was startled, the Qingping sword in his hand was loosened, and blood gushed out from the opponent's heart.

Tiandao is so cruel and rational, even though it knew that Tongtian wanted to take revenge on the Dao ancestor in memory, it still chose to let Hongjun appear in the dream at a critical moment, replacing this heart-wrenching pain.

33 days away, Zixiao Palace.

The moment Tong Tian woke up, Hongjun, who was in retreat, collapsed powerlessly, and the clean robe on his chest was stained with ferocious blood.

His long white hair spread out on the ground, his brows were furrowed, and his lips covered with his hands were coughing up blood as if he had been severely injured.As the agent closest to Tiandao, he naturally understands that Tiandao has always wanted to help him get rid of the karma brought about by sanctification, but this karma is too huge, even if he pays the innate treasure, he cannot repay it.

Since it cannot be fully repaid, the degree of cause and effect will be weakened.

The apology Hongjun said to Tongtian in Mengzhong was true, but Tiandao used the other party's behavior to weaken the purpose of cause and effect... He couldn't say with the cheek that it had nothing to do with him.Both prosperity and loss, the relationship between Tiandao and Hongjun is indistinguishable from each other, after all, he is the one who is sorry for Tongtian.

The sword energy lingered in his heart, and Hongjun seemed to have lost the strength to dispel it, lying weakly on the cold ground.Tiandao, who often urged Hongjun's ear, also lost his voice. Whether it was the influence of cause and effect, or Hongjun's own guilt, it was very familiar with feelings, in order to maintain a good cooperative relationship in the future, it was silent.

Anyway, this kind of injury can't kill Hongjun, so he can feel the pain as much as he wants.

On the other side, Tongtian recovered from the shock and found that he couldn't wait to walk 33 days away, and not far away was the newly born Zixiao Palace.

The expression on his face has changed several times. Rather than staring at Zixiao Palace viciously, it is better to say that he hates himself who is easy to soften his heart.The feeling from when he swung the sword at that moment remained in his hand. He knew that the injury that passed through his heart was not a fake, but the last emotion shown by the other party made Tongtian a little at a loss.

Standing tangled outside the Zixiao Palace for a while, Tong Tian snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left.

After waiting for so long, there is no sound, dare you not welcome me!

Tiandao silently looked at Tongtian who was leaving, and carefully retracted the shield placed around Zixiao Palace.As a result, as soon as the barrier was closed, Hongjun's face changed suddenly, and what happened around him was immediately traced back in his perception, and he noticed the breath left by Tongtian outside.

"Tongtian!"

With a whoosh, Hongjun's figure disappeared in Zixiao Palace.

It was none other than a Taoist in white and jade crown who stopped him afterwards.Yuelao looked at Hongjun's distressed appearance playfully, coughed lightly under the other's cold gaze, and said softly, shaking his feather fan.

"Hongjun, Tiandao doesn't want you to go to him, but I can help you with this."

Hongjun's lavender eyes stared at the other party. After a long time, Yue Lao also felt uncomfortable.Unexpectedly, Hongjun tidied up his clothes afterwards, and after regaining his composure, he walked back to Zixiao Palace and threw out two words: "...hehe."

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What do you mean!

Yuelao squeezed his lupine tightly, and stood there dumbfounded.