i am a tree [prehistoric]

Qin Yuan, who was slapped by Di Jun for laughing at Xirong before, was the most shocked. He didn't see the Tsing Yi Venerable in this hall, and he was secretly happy that the other party probably didn't catch up. Originally, his resentment was still comfortable. Quite a lot, but I don't think that it's not that they didn't catch up, but they came too early, and they were even invited to drink tea by Taoist ancestors!

Even she not only received preferential treatment from Daozu, but also called Daozu as a fellow Daoist. How strong is this woman if she can do this? !

Not only Qin Yuan thought so, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi also thought the same way, one of the two brothers secretly thought that he must win this person to the Yaozu side, and the other was purely thinking about the previous covenant to discuss the Dao.

And the Tsing Yi Venerable at the front seemed to have noticed the restless atmosphere in the hall, she said softly to Yang Mei and You.

"The sermon is about to begin, let's stand aside."

Then she lifted her foot and walked towards the corner.After all, she came to attend the class, not to show off.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were all in a daze when they saw Xirong coming out of the inner hall, but when they heard this, they immediately gave up their seats and looked at Xirong with piercing eyes, indicating that she could come to their place. side to go.

Yuanshi and Tongtian in Sanqingzhong couldn't help frowning when they heard this, and looked at the group of flattering fools.

Although the Wu Clan is formed by the blood of the Father God, they really don't like the other party's behavior, so they don't have much contact with each other on weekdays.Of course, the same is obviously true of the Wu Clan towards Sanqing. The two sides look down on each other, and usually treat each other as if they don't exist.Today was the first time Yuanshi and Tongtian looked at Zuwu, but their eyes were obviously not friendly.

In their hearts, how could such a noble person as His Holiness stay with this group of rude fellows who drink blood?

Xirong didn't know that everyone's minds were floating, she thought it would be okay to stand with her acquaintances, but before she had time to change her pace, Lao Tzu, who was among the three, said suddenly.

"Venerable Xirong, why don't you sit with me."

Lao Tzu changed the name of Xi Rong without a trace, no matter how erroneous they were and called Xi Rong a Taoist friend, but now that the Taoist ancestor is commensurate with the Taoist friend Xirong, after all, all living beings in the wild are living under the hands of the Taoist ancestor. They have to avoid it.

sit here?Where to sit?

Xi Rong and the others who heard this were taken aback for a moment, only to see Lao Tzu slowly stand up from the futon.Facing the futon on one side, he stretched out his hand slightly, and made a respectful concession to Xirong.

Not to mention Xirong's astonishment, the rest of the Primordial monks who couldn't grab it could only stand aggrieved, all gasped.

"No no no!"

Yuan Shi and Tong Tian, ​​who were facing the Twelve Patriarch Wu Fei's eye knife, immediately reacted when they heard this, and stood up quickly.One with a calm demeanor and one with a positive expression.

"Your Majesty, sit here with me."

"Venerable Xirong sit here!"

This time, it wasn't just the rest of the prehistoric monks who gasped, even Daozu Hongjun couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

Is this what Tiandao said she won't become a saint?

She might not become a saint, but she couldn't stand the fate of the saint to actively give up her seat!

Do you really know what you let out?

Xirong was terribly frightened by Sanqing's sudden action, subconsciously glanced at Hongjun, and then resolutely refused.

"No need, these three futons belong to you, how can I sit on them? Don't talk nonsense, sit back quickly!"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, she's just a good-for-nothing. She's afraid that she'll burn her ass if she sits in this position of saint!

Venerable Tsing Yi seldom looked so serious. Sanqing noticed her hesitation, and at the same time felt in his heart that the arrangement and number of futons were a bit strange. Could it be that Venerable Venerable knew the mystery of this?

And Hongjun noticed the sight that Xirong was looking at him just now, and only one thought flashed in his mind.

I'm afraid she knows what this futon represents!

Daozu, who was already sitting high on the cloud couch on the high platform, said, "You don't have to worry about it. I naturally prepared a place for fellow Taoist Xi Rong."

Then he waved his hand, and suddenly there was a cloud couch under Hongjun's head.The so-called cloud couch is actually a white cloud with condensed mana, which can be used by monks to meditate and practice. Although it is a must-have item for home use like a futon, it is much more fairy-like than a futon.Of course, regardless of its appearance, just looking at its placement is enough to instantly kill everyone present except Hongjun.

You must know that his two boys, Yaochi and Haotian, are just standing on both sides of the high platform, without even a seat, but the extra seat is almost equal to Daozu's!

Seeing this scene, Sanqing didn't say much immediately, and sat back on his futon honestly.The rest of the people glanced at the Taoist ancestor, then at the cloud couch, and finally fixed their eyes on the Tsing Yi venerable.The envy, jealousy and hatred in his eyes were almost overflowing.

Venerable Tsing Yi was silent for a moment.

"Isn't that necessary?"

Hongjun just said.

"Fellow Daoist is very different from ordinary people, it is most appropriate to sit here."

There was seriousness in Hongjun's eyes, Xirong was the biggest variable, he felt it would be safest to keep this person under his nose!

Xirong looked at the cloud couch that was only an arm's length away from the Taoist ancestor, and the legendary classroom throne and the desk beside the podium quickly flashed in his mind.It is often the exclusive seat for those who are in the class, and it is also an area that Xi Rong, a good student, has never set foot in.But she didn't expect Honghuang, she wanted to feel this special treatment instead.

Xirong walked up to the high platform step by step and sat on it. ... She really paid too much for Pangu!

Because he was uncomfortable looking at Hongjun, Xirong deliberately turned his direction when sitting in the past, instead of facing Hongjun directly, he directly faced the prehistoric monks who came to listen to the sermon.

Hongjun only hoped that she would stay in peace, and naturally it didn't matter whether her back was facing him or her head was facing him.Just close your eyes and start to preach in a low voice.

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao, name can be named, very famous... [Note 1]"

When they found out that the sermon had started, the people who came to listen to the sermon immediately restrained their chaotic thoughts. Most of them sat cross-legged on the ground of the hall, closed their eyes and listened intently. To be honest, the whole hall was the worst place to learn. Or Xirong sitting on the 'throne'.

After all, she can't cultivate at all, and it's useless to listen to such things. She just urged Pangu to attend the class quickly, work hard for a hundred days, and return to the peak!

And she herself didn't close her eyes, just looking towards the open door.

Hongjun had just spoken a few words, when Xi Rong suddenly saw two middle-aged men stumbling in, one with a pitiful face and the other with a sad face, could they be the two brothers Jieyin and Zhunti?They looked a little embarrassed, as if they had been tormented by the No.30 triple heaven's gale because they had been outside for too long.But they came anyway.

Xirong looked at the last two people who came, her eyes flashed with confusion.

What is needed to enter Zixiao Palace is not great mana and great cultivation, but fate. Putting aside what she knows, from the perspective of the monks here, they came only after the Taoist ancestors began to preach. Is such a miss considered fate? ?

But it's not fate to say that they have been picked up, and they have found Zixiao Palace after all. The most important thing is...the door has never been closed.

Xirong didn't know if this was a coincidence, if it wasn't a coincidence, did it mean that Hongjun had expected these things?So is this fate, or an established destiny under the control of heaven?

Jieyin and Zhunti didn't know what Xirong was thinking, and when they found out that Daozu had already preached, they suddenly felt a thump in their hearts.They're late, they won't be kicked out, will they?

Disturbed by the sound of footsteps, everyone couldn't help frowning and opened their eyes to look over.Seeing that there were still people coming at this time, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Fortunately, at this moment, Hongjun slightly opened his eyes and said, "Go find a place to sit down."

These words made Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes brighten. Zhunti's gaze first swept over Xirong who was in the most special position, and then swept over the other people in the hall, and immediately fell on the six special futons. above.

Zhunti was immediately blessed, knowing that the futon might not be easy, he wanted to fight, so he covered his face with his sleeves and wept bitterly.

"Oh, brother, we are late, we are late!"

When Zhun Ti said this, he took a careful look at the Taoist ancestor, and found that the Taoist ancestor was only looking at him with his eyes half down, as if he didn't care about everything, so he immediately felt relieved and cried even louder.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect us to hurry up and work so hard to come from the west, but we were still late and there were no two seats. What should we do?"

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, obviously they did not expect such a thing to happen in this solemn Zixiao Palace.

On the other hand, although Jie Yin is a taciturn person, he is also a smart one. He immediately understood the meaning of his junior brother, raised his big sleeve to cover his face, and sighed deeply.

"Junior brother, don't say any more, we are late if we are late, what can we do?"

Zhunti staggered a few times as if he couldn't bear the heavy blow when he was answered in this way, and then collapsed on the ground, slapping the ground and crying loudly regardless of his image.

"I'm miserable in the West. The talents of my West are withered. Anyone can step on it. Today I have overcome all kinds of difficulties and dangers to get here, but I don't have two seats!"

Zhunti cried pitifully, and it was not impossible to say something heart-rending. Although everyone was a little confused by his crying, some soft-hearted people couldn't help being infected when they heard this miserable cry.Compared to the other people who were sitting on the futon and closed their eyes, Hong Yun couldn't hear this kind of crying the most, and couldn't help but look back frequently.

Pangu looked at Zhunti's confused voice: 【What is he doing? 】

Xi Rong looked at it for a long while, and said deeply. [He is crying. 】

Of course Pan Gu knew that he was crying, but he really didn't understand why there was any reason to cry?

Xi Rong continued to express with a deep face: [Probably because... he is a showman?He didn't cry because he didn't have a seat, he cried because he wanted someone else to give up his seat. 】

Pangu struggled to digest the new term drama essence, but became even more confused. There was only one thought in his mind, is there such a brazen person in this world? !

Xirong doesn't think so, she has complicated feelings about the two of them.

Because the West is really bitter.Although she saved the Western spiritual vein by accident, for some reason, there are many monks who have developed spiritual wisdom in the West, but there are not many truly talented and powerful people. Regarding this result, there are different opinions in the prehistoric world. Among them, the most mainstream It is said that the west was restricted by Rahu, so the talents withered.

Of course, Xi Rong felt that Luo Hu probably didn't have such a free time. She just felt that maybe this was the fate in the legend. Maybe she changed some things in the prehistoric world, but more things still unswervingly developed towards the established destiny.

Even because the western spirit veins were not damaged, there were many treasures in them, which instead attracted monks from other places, and because of the strange phenomenon of Western talents withering, those monks ran away after searching for things, and few of them were willing to stay. developed in the west.

It's hard to say whether the damage to the spiritual veins has caused the greatest harm to the West, or the current situation where talents are dying and everyone can step on them is the greatest harm to the West.

If other people were in this kind of environment, they would probably have run away long ago, but the two of them, Yingying and Zhunti, stayed in the west for tens of thousands of years to practice penance.

Maybe they are very disgraceful at the moment, maybe part of what they are fighting for is for themselves, but Xi Rong still has a little admiration for such a person who can afford and let go, and is dedicated to a single goal.

But even so, after seeing Hong Yun who was sitting on the futon hesitate, as if fidgeting, Xi Rong said decisively.

"In that case, why don't I give it to you!"

Originally, everyone looked at Yingying and Zhunti's crying and thought: Is this okay?

But now, what everyone thinks is: Fuck, is this okay? ! ! !

Xirong didn't pay attention to the eyes of those people, but only looked at Jieying and Zhunti.

She is not a person who likes to show off, but she is already showing off enough today anyway.In addition, although she has some admiration for the two Westerners, she has a higher affection for Hongyun. After all, who would not like a good person with a pure heart?The matter of Hongyun giving up his seat that may appear today is directly related to Hongyun's death later, she does not want to sit idly by.

Zhunti stopped crying, glanced at the venerable man in Tsing Yi from above his sleeve, and cried out inwardly, how dare he do this man!

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have always respected him as a human being, so how can I compete with him for a seat?"

"Come on, it's all my fate in the West, junior brother, let's admit it."

Jieyin thought of the situation in the west, and it was inevitable that he was moved, and tears flashed from the corners of his eyes.

"or……"

Hong Yun hesitated again and again, then suddenly stood up.

Xi Rong immediately frowned, and Zhen Yuanzi who was behind Hong Yun also scolded in a low voice.

"Red Cloud!"

However, Hong Yun rarely listened to his friend's scolding, and poured out the words in one go.

"How about I give you my seat?"

Zhunti's eyes lit up, and he stopped crying immediately, and quickly jumped onto the futon while expressing his thanks.However, Hong Yun didn't reply, just stared blankly at Zhunti who sat down.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes sharpened, and after Jieyin noticed his eyes, he immediately stood behind his junior brother.Zhen Yuanzi compared the strengths of the two sides, knowing that they were not opponents, and his friend had already given up his position, so it would be unreasonable for him to make trouble again, so he could only pull Hong Yun aside angrily.

"Hongyun, what's the matter with you?"

At the same time, the rest of the people looked at Hongyun almost the same way they looked at the victim.Xuanming noticed the situation here, and couldn't help whispering to Houtu. "Is this idiot out of his mind?"

Those six futons are not easy at first glance, and it is too late for others to grab them, so you still let them out?

If we talk about giving up, there are some reasons why Sanqing gave up to Venerable Xirong, but what kind of friendship do you and the two in the west have with you, Hongyun?Is he your father or mother?Are you rushing to be a dutiful son?

"I... I don't know, I just see how pitiful they are..."

Facing his friend's questioning, Hong Yun spoke blankly.My mind was in turmoil.

In fact, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking just now, it was as if he felt pity for a moment, and he opened his mouth unconsciously, but now that he calmed down and thought about it, he regretted it again, after all, this futon also has Zhenyuanzi If he didn't have Zhen Yuanzi standing behind him, he might not be able to keep his credit.

Although Hongyun is usually kind-hearted, he has never had the habit of being generous to others. He can still distinguish between his friend's and his own. Why did he just...

At the same time, after Zhunti sat on the futon, he didn't forget his good brother to guide him. He looked at the other people sitting on the futon, and quickly noticed Kunpeng, who was the weakest next to him.Immediately, he took out the Qibao wonderful tree staff and gave Kunpeng a club!

"Didn't you see that my brother doesn't have a seat yet? You flat-haired bastard, how can you sit on an equal footing with us?"

Kunpeng was caught off guard and was thrown off the futon immediately. He wanted to make a move immediately, but met the sharp eyes of the two brothers Jieyin and Zhunti. Two-on-one, Kunpeng knew that he had no chance of winning. , as if he didn't care about anything, he could only retreat into the crowd resentfully.But during the period, he did not forget to give Hong Yun a vicious look.

Xirong knew that Kunpeng was jealous of Hongyun, and in most of Hongyunliu's novels, Kunpeng would attack Hongyun after the third lecture in Zixiao Palace, causing Hongyun's death.

The only difference is probably that Yuanshi didn't help Zhunti to mock Kunpeng as he said in the book that he was a person who was born with eggs in water, as she read in the book?

But this is not the most important thing, what Xirong really cares about is...

【I just saw that when Hong Yun stepped aside, a cloud of blackness flashed between his brows. 】

Pan Gu: [I didn't see it.However, Hong Yun's approach is indeed a bit strange. 】

[I also think that Hong Yun is not stupid, and really shouldn't have made such a move. 】

Xi Rong hesitated and said, "Tell me, could there be any handwriting by Luo Hu's demon?" 】

Pangu didn't know much about this kind of conspiracy, but he noticed another problem. If it was true, then did Daozu Hongjun know or didn't know that the Demon Ancestor was doing something in Zixiao Palace?

Yes, does Hongjun know?

Xirong glanced sideways at Hongjun, but at this moment Hongjun saw that the matter was over, so he closed his eyes again and continued to preach.

Tao is the law of heaven and earth, the foundation of everything, and Tao is the most mysterious and profound thing. It took Hongjun 3000 years to give a lecture at Zixiao Palace for the first time.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun uttered the truth of the Dao on the high platform.The vision of heaven and earth is quite grand.Give him enough face as the Taoist ancestor.

And the people below sat cross-legged on the ground, with their eyes closed the whole time, or they were fascinated by what they heard, or their brows were frowned, and their faces were tangled. Everyone is different, her eyes are closed tightly, she sits cross-legged in a very relaxed posture, and her expression is very peaceful.

Before he knew it, Hongjun's sermon had come to an end.His eyelids moved slightly to look at the back of the Venerable in Tsing Yi. In the past 3000 years, he has observed the other party more than once, wanting to see why she came to Zixiao Palace.

You know, in 3000 years, the monks next to him sometimes deserted at any rate, and even the ancestor witch who didn't cultivate the primordial spirit had to listen obstinately because he couldn't understand, and scratched his head almost every once in a while. Gorilla in confinement.

But Xirong didn't move for 3000 years, except for the small situation on the first day, as if she really came to listen to the sermon, which really puzzled Hongjun.

But in fact, Xi Rong is: ... ZZZ

Soon, Daozu stopped preaching.Poor students such as the Twelve Ancestral Witch and others immediately opened their eyes, and the people immersed in it in the hall also opened their eyes one after another.

Pangu still remembered Xirong's request before, and started to shout hastily when Hongjun finished.

[Xi Rong, Xi Rong, wake up, Xi Rong, wake up. 】

what happened?Are you in class yet?

For some reason, when Xirong, who had dreamed of campus life, heard this, the idea flashed through her mind in a daze, only to react when she opened her eyes and saw the monks standing up one after another in front of her.

Oh, it's not the class, it's the end of the get out of class.

Hongjun's sermon was so hypnotic that she fell asleep when she couldn't bear it back then, but this time it wasn't like the last time she slept for thousands of years, but woke up several times one after another, but because of the With nothing to do, the very bored Xi Rong could only fall asleep again.Of course, in order to avoid the embarrassing scene where she was still meditating with her eyes closed after the sermon was over, and someone else approached and suddenly found her snoring, she asked Pangu Er face to face and asked him to help watch. wake her up.

Seeing that the Tsing Yi Venerable stood up like others, Hong Jun couldn't help asking.

"How do fellow Daoists feel about this sermon?"

Feel?

On the surface, Venerable Tsing Yi showed a slight smile.

"Benefits a lot."

But in fact, Xi Rong secretly thought.The cloud couch is really soft, and it doesn't hurt her buttocks at all when she sits and sleeps, which is much better than the hard desks in her school back then.

As a good student, Xirong fell asleep during class for the first time, and she has been sleeping on and off for 3000 years. She only felt a little bit of emotion in her heart. Fortunately, she neither snored nor drooled.The current Yuanshen will not be troubled by fatigue and stiffness, and can always sleep in a meditating position.All in all, praise for the quality of sleep this time!

Hongjun Daozu looked left and right and couldn't see her real thoughts, so he could only turn his head and say something to everyone.

"The next sermon is in 1000 years, so go ahead."

Everyone clapped their hands in unison.

"Yes, Daozu."

Even Yang Mei thanked him in the midst of it, regardless of his relationship with Hongjun, he did learn something from it this time.

Then everyone started to leave from Zixiao Palace, Xirong glanced at Hongyun's back, facing Pangu Road. [How about it, did you learn anything that can help you recover this time? 】

【No. 】

Pangu said honestly.

[But I found someone.I vaguely felt that the chance of my resurrection was on him. 】

Chance of resurrection?

Xirong's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't wait to speak.

【Who? 】

Pan Gu: [I don't know. 】

Xi Rong was taken aback. 【have no idea? 】

Pan Gu said that he didn't know the name of that person, but when he saw him, he had this feeling in his mind.Then Pangu complied with Xi Rong's request and pointed that person to Xi Rong.

[The middle-aged man in front of you on your left, a few steps away from you, doesn't look like a good person at first glance, and his hair is a little bald. 】

Still a little bald?

Xirong immediately became interested. After all, there are many handsome men and beautiful women in Honghuang. Even an old man like Yang Mei is very fairy-like and rarely bald. Following Pangu's words, she really found a man who fits these requirements. characteristics of middle-aged people.

I saw the middle-aged man wearing a dark red robe, with two swords pinned to his waist, with a ferocious face, thick black eyebrows growing savagely, paired with a pair of hanging eyes, and a broom-like brow from his temples to his chin. With a big black beard, he doesn't look like a good guy at first glance.

Then Xi Rong moved his gaze to the top of this person's head, his black hair was casually combed into a Taoist bun on the top of his head.

This kind of bun is still very popular in Honghuang. Seven or eight of the ten Honghuang monks present have this kind of bun. She was born like this, so that she exposed a forehead that was far more plump and bright than others!

That man's cultivation base is not low, and he quickly turned into a rainbow and flew towards the earth. Xirong knew that he couldn't keep up, and it was not good for Yang Mei to follow him in this crowded place, so he could only remember secretly. Under the opponent's characteristics.

Walking to the door, Sanqing and Twelve Patriarch Wucha drove each other to greet Xirong, and said a few words before leaving.

"Let's go too."

Xirong summoned the little white lotus hidden in her sleeve, and threw it away, Jingshi Bailian returned to its original appearance, but before she could sit on it, someone stopped her.

"Venerable Xirong, please wait!"

Xi Rong turned her head and saw that it was Di Jun who was speaking. This guy was also a smart man, and he also changed his address to Xi Rong just like San Qing.

Xi Rong looked at such an active Di Jun, and immediately realized that he must not have just come to say hello to her.

Sure enough, Di Jun exchanged warm greetings first, and then changed the topic to the events of the year.

"Back then, the Venerable said he was willing to go to the Sun Star with our two brothers, but he had no time. I don't know if the Venerable is free now? Our brothers have already prepared to entertain the Venerable on the Sun Star."

Xi Rong: She just said that she would talk when she was free. When did she want to go but have no time?Do you really not understand what it means when adults are free?

But seeing Di Jun put his posture so low, Xi Rong thought about it and agreed.

"I need to go back to Mount Buzhou first, and then visit Sunstar."

It's not that she lacks the hospitality of Di Jun and his brother, but if it is possible, who would easily refuse the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

By the way, although the Good Fortune Cauldron is a good magic weapon, if you want to cook with fire, you still need a good fire. Presumably Di Jun wouldn't mind her cooking porridge with a little golden flame from the sun, right?