[Honghuang] The days before sanctification

Kong Xuanyuan, who is sitting in meditation and enlightening Taoism, moves, and he needs a treasure to help him 400 years later. The only person he knows who can be called a mobile treasure house is the Tathagata Buddha who preached in the west, but the water can't quench his thirst. There is another mobile treasure trove!

But if you don’t ask, you don’t know. When you ask Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva, you suddenly feel that you can’t breathe. He needs to slow down, slow down!However, as a quasi-sage, he couldn't breathe, how could this happen to him!Kong Xuan, who was leaning on the wall, suddenly understood the feeling of the leader of Tongtian when he learned that Qingyun had given away the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir casually. What did the human race call that sentence?Yes, the head (disciple) of the prodigal girl (apprentice)!

"Mangchi, you just gave it away!" Tongue tied, Kong Xuan looked at Qingyun in astonishment with trembling body.

This is not true, this damn girl just gave an acquired magic weapon capable of evolution to unknown mortals! ! ! !Where is Dapeng?Come and let Brother Wei fight!

Leaning and looking at Liu Yun who was practicing sword in the yard, Qing Yun frowned, moved her index finger slightly, turned her head to look at Kong Xuan with an unbelievable face, and said lightly, "Mang ruler is not counted in my age, but I am I can’t find a way.” Between the words, a gray-white ruler appeared in midair, about one inch wide and fifty inches long. Originally, the two sides were blank, making it impossible to start with, but now there is a scale!

"En?" Qing Yun looked at the faintly visible scale on the mang ruler, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth had a faintly visible arc, which soon became flat again.

Hearing Qing Yun's words, Kong Xuan's expression was still not very good, but he just looked at the self-generated scale of the Mang Ruler, pressed his brows in disdain, and nodded reluctantly, "The Mang Ruler was born without spirit, but now the scale is self-generated, it should be automatic. Recognize the Lord."

The statement made by Kong was insincere, and Qingyun couldn't help thinking of that day when Mangchi independently deployed an enchantment to protect the capital, probably because he felt Jinguang's strong belief in protecting the people.

"On that day when I met the golden light, Mang Chi emitted a strong light." Except for the day when Mang Chi was born, Qing Yun had never seen Mang Chi's eager light before. He narrowed his star eyes and said calmly, "I knew it , the real owner of Mangchi appeared."

Kong Xuan didn't want to say anything anymore. After drinking Qingzhong Shi one cup after another, it took him a long time to feel smooth. Looking at Liu Yun outside who had been practicing the basic sword skills of Jiejiao, Kong Xuan said impatiently, "You decided to take this son with you all the time. ?”

"how?"

"This son is entangled with karma." Those terribly beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as unrestrained as starlight, and his tone was full of disapproval, "Not to mention the past life, the fruit left by his father in this life, he is in this life. It’s not enough.” Those who practice Taoism are most jealous of cause and effect, “The body is weak, and it is difficult to prove the Dao fruit.”

"Fuxi also told me about this before." Watching Liu Yun practice sword over and over again, but the sense of disharmony is getting stronger and stronger. ?Thinking of the Soul Devouring Spear that was still sealed here, I suddenly understood.

"Oh?" Kong Xuan raised his slender eyebrows, and Kong Xuan should be meaningful. Turning the glass cup, he suddenly remembered the Buddha sitting on the lotus seat, and smiled brightly, "I should go back to Xiniu Hezhou."

Hearing this, Qing Yun couldn't help squinting at Kong Xuan, how did this flower peacock leave so peacefully!

"As an uncle, I will give him a gift." A bone fan in his hand was crystal clear, and the fan was covered with 300 pieces of silver.

"Then I will accept it on Liuyun's behalf."

"Don't forget to tell my nephew that this treasure was personally refined by the Lord of the West, so it has a lot of history." Kong Xuan flicked his sleeves and smiled at Yan Yan's intriguing words. He frowned and smiled again, "This You know the effect of the fan even if I don’t tell you, so don’t send me away.”

"I didn't intend to send you off." Putting down the fan calmly, Qing Yun closed his eyes and was lost in thought again. Kong Xuan couldn't help but frowned when he saw this, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qing Yun to comb neatly With her hair in a bun, she sighed indistinctly.

Liu Yun, who was sweating profusely, came in, saw that Qing Yun was the only one in the room, blinked and asked, "Teacher, Master is gone?"

"Leave if you have something to do. Why, you still want to be beaten by him?" Looking at Liu Yun, Qing Yun teased, "He didn't go far, so I called him back."

Hearing this, Liu Yun immediately shook his head, like a rattle drum, puffed his mouth but said in a serious tone, "When I grow up, I will definitely defeat Master!"

"Okay, we Liuyun will definitely defeat him when we grow up." Squeezing Liuyun's fleshy face, Qingyun softened his brows and smiled coquettishly, then took out the gilded fan pretending to be difficult He sighed regrettably, "If you think about it, you don't want the gift from your uncle." The slender fingers caressed the bone fan, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes, and his face became more and more indifferent, "This fan is like a The map of the mountains, rivers, and land of your uncle Nuwa master was refined by you... Uncle Duobao."

"It's amazing!" Liu Yun stretched out his fleshy claws to touch the bone fan with a look of amazement, but when he thought about his ambition just now, he immediately retracted his claws, aiming and aiming, with a bitter face Contrary to his will, "It's...so normal."

The little apprentice looked funny, Qing Yun couldn't help knocking his little head with a fan, and said with a suppressed smile, "Go and open the door, there are guests coming."

Sticking out his tongue, he walked through the hallway with his feet, and when he opened the door, it was the painter Liu Yun had seen from afar on Fengyang Street.

"Who are you looking for?" Liu Yun raised his head and asked crisply.

The painter was still dressed in ink, his black hair was fixed with a black crown, and he was hanging a pen on his waist. He was about to knock on the door, but the door opened. He looked down at the little boy who opened the door in surprise. There was still sweat on his forehead, he didn't look like a servant but like a young master who was practicing martial arts just now, it was just the aura all over his body...

The artist was puzzled, he knelt down and looked at Liu Yun, his expression was not serious at all, looking at Liu Yun couldn't help but pull out a kind arc, and said, "Is your sister at home?"

"Yes." Liu Yun nodded, suddenly he tilted his neck, looked at the painter's crescent-like smile with his dark eyes, and said, "The teacher said let me take you in."

Zhuge's mansion does not have the nine-curved and exquisite heaven, nor does it have the immortal spirit of Penglai, but the capital is prosperous, and Zhuge Qingtian's status in Xuanxin was not low. Generous.

The painter did not walk through any winding corridors behind Liuyun, but just passed through the hall door and entered the corridor, passed through the colorful garden, and saw an old couple in the garden very seriously drying books, he couldn't help being surprised. Is it true that the master is just a mortal?But when he looked at Liu Yun, he could not help but frown and think of the aura that appeared and disappeared from his body: Shifang Bi, what is the meaning of the message you left?

"I'm going to class, the teacher is inside." Liu Yun hopped away, the painter's heart tightened in vain, he saw the girl inside the door who was afraid of the heat like a mortal, holding the fan and shaking it slowly I just looked at it from a distance, but the artist felt a sense of oppression coming silently. He seemed to be back in a trance like facing that giant bird that night. At this moment, there was no pressure and oppression that threatened his life, but he felt the look inside. A girl who doesn't look more than eighteen can easily kill him.

As soon as the idea came out, the painter was sweating profusely, his forehead was full of cold sweat, hesitation rose in vain in his heart, but the brush on his waist glowed, and the scorching heat penetrated through the material. The painter straightened his clothes and stepped in. Instant chills!

Shifang pen!The painter involuntarily clenched the pen at his waist, his eyes were deep, he looked at the girl, the fan in her hand was a gilt fan, but when he looked closely, the bones of the fan were made of white bones, he couldn't help but gasp Breathe a sigh of relief, could it be that this person is the same as the giant bird that night!Did they just meet each other that night?Isn't she that ancient immortal?

"You are not from here."

Taking a deep breath, the painter looked at Qing Yun, his eyes were calm but his heart was vigilant, "I entered here unintentionally."

"I've come in, but I can't get out." The tone came from the underworld.

Does it mean something?The artist was sweating coldly and didn't dare to think about the deep meaning. How many tiger's dens and wolf's dens he has passed through, should he explain it here today?

The mind was tense for a moment, and the painter suddenly relaxed, thinking: Well, he has lived for so long, and all his relatives and friends around him have left him.The witches said that the reincarnated souls would drink Meng Po soup, and they had already forgotten the stubborn child in their reincarnations. Now, for some reason, that child has lived for hundreds of years and wandered around the world like a monster!It's just a witch... I'm really sorry for the monster that was transformed because of him. I can't fulfill my promise to travel the Three Realms with you.

Lonely flashed in his eyes, and the painter remained silent.

"Are you afraid of me?" The gilt fan shook, and Qing Yun looked at the painter with bright eyes, which were indifferent with a hint of interest.

After thinking about life and death, the artist looked at Qingyun's eyes like a calm lake, let go of the pen, and said quietly, "I want to find someone."

"Sit." Qing Yun watched the painter's spirit tumbling for a moment and then calmed down again. Dai Mei raised her eyebrows and lost her funny mood. The gilded fan closed, and a futon appeared at one point, "You saved the golden light, I owe you a fruit, Today I will return the fruit on his behalf."

The painter looked at the futon in silence for a moment, thoughts flickering in his mind, and when he came back to his senses, he had already sat down and his mind was in a trance.After a long time, the artist saw Qing Yun and said seriously, "I watch others live and die, why don't I die?"

"You have realized the Tao, and your lifespan is different from that of human beings."

His eyes blurred for a moment, said.The painter muttered silently, and the dark clouds in his mind disappeared for a moment, and the doubts he had been confused for thousands of years were suddenly resolved, and his heart became clear.

The painter suddenly realized, with clear eyes and clear lips, he said, "I strayed into this place by mistake. Shifangbi's motto: Fengyang has a destined person. I have been searching for a hundred years, and it turns out that the destined person is not for others, but for me."

"Dare to ask the senior's name?"

Qing Yun saw that the painter who was enlightened and cultivated so hard that he was only one step away from attaining the Taiyi Gold Immortal Dao Fruit was really talented.Who in the prehistoric world can obtain the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit in just a few hundred years?She couldn't help but relax her tone, "Would you like to join my sect?"

The painter paused, his face turned red and he clenched his hands tightly, afraid that this was his hallucination!He has visited famous mountains, met strange people from all walks of life, and heard them talk about the great war thousands of years ago. : The ancient name is Honghuang, Honghuang does not know the radius, the vastness exhausts mortals, and there is no end in sight for a lifetime!In ancient times, there were three religions that were not born out of the world, and they were explained by people.There were wars in ancient times, and the floods broke and disappeared into the vast sea.

The painter knelt down and solemnly said, "Ma Liang is willing to join the Jiejiao!"

The author has something to say: Dapeng said that I am still lying on the gun ＿(:з"∠)＿