The fairy father

It's quiet at night.

The owl transformed by Li Ping'an sat on the treetop, staring at Yang Tianyou's courtyard.

The mark of a red hydrangea kept shining on his spiritual platform. This was the power of the saint he had just borrowed, with which he could check Zhunti's incarnation and cover his whereabouts.

Although Zhunti is the last of the Six Saints, he is still a saint.

Li waited quietly for most of the night.

He was sure that Zhunti would not give up, but he was not sure when Zhunti would show up again.

In addition to staying at Yang Tianyou's place, Li Ping'an also left a trace of his soul in the Heavenly Marriage Hall, turning into his shadow, letting Yue Lao wait beside him.

When he went to ask for the mark of the red hydrangea, he also asked the Holy Mother to take care of Yao Ji who was still sleeping.

Everything here has been arranged properly.

‘Try your best, after all, this is a competition with a saint. ’

Li Ping'an thought so and continued to stare everywhere vigilantly.

He was ready to stay for ten days and a half.

However, at dawn, the old Taoist incarnation of Zhunti reappeared in the place where he disappeared before, standing on the field of the Yang family.

He looked thoughtful, as if he was strolling in his own yard, strolling towards Yang Tianyou's farmyard.

‘Come so fast? ’

Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly.

This old man is hiding outside the painting at the moment, and does not have to control his tone, so he has a sinister expression, a cold expression, and a vague smile at the corner of his mouth.

He walked outside Yang Tianyou's house and clasped his hands together, as if thinking about something.

Obviously, there are many restrictions for him to interfere with the operation of heaven. For example, when grabbing the red rope of marriage, he needs to be close to this person.

Afterwards, Lao Dao glanced at the sky subconsciously, with a sneer on his lips.

He has tied this red thread!

Even if Taiqing comes, he can't save that heavenly princess!

The old man cast a spell again and pulled out two red ropes out of thin air, with the gray rope still on the left side.

He thought for a moment and stared at the gray rope carefully for a while, as if he didn't quite understand what the red rope of marriage meant.

Li Ping'an almost burst into laughter when he saw this scene.

Soon, the old Taoist calculated with his fingers, and then his face showed a sudden realization, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pinched the gray line with his fingers and made a slight stroke.

The gray line suddenly became a little more green.

The old Taoist's face suddenly became a little ugly. He frowned and thought for a long time. He took a branch out of thin air and gently touched it on the gray line.

In Nuwa's palace, Yao Ji groaned and suddenly raised her head and fell unconscious.

Nuwa, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared behind Yao Ji and pointed a finger on Yao Ji's head. Yao Ji's pale face instantly returned to normal.

In the Yang family courtyard.

The old Taoist looked at the red rope of marriage that turned from light red to green, then from light green to gray, and hesitated again.

When Li Ping'an saw this, he knew that Nuwa had taken action.

He thought for a moment, but was not in a hurry to take action.

The old Taoist cast the spell three times in succession, and the red rope of marriage changed color back and forth. The old Taoist frowned deeper and deeper, and then simply glued the gray rope and the red rope directly.

He must have learned the previous lessons and understood the operating rules of the Marriage Avenue. After buckling the red rope this time, a faint golden light appeared between the red rope and the gray rope.

The golden light turned into golden threads, like threading a needle and thread, tying the two strings together.

Even though the owl made by Li Ping'an was covered with red hydrangeas, it still didn't dare to move rashly at this moment. He tilted his head and looked at the movements of the old man. A ray of soul that had been waiting in the heaven for a long time immediately looked at Yue Lao.

Yue Lao holds the treasure scissors, strides forward, and pinches the gray thread along Yao Ji's clay sculpture!

Click!

A golden light bloomed from the Marriage Palace, then dissipated invisible.

Li Ping'an thought Zhunti must have discovered it.

But he soon saw that the old man in the Yang family courtyard looked a little uncomfortable looking at the two drooping red lines of marriage.

"Pindao has a wrong understanding of the way of heaven?"

"The red line of marriage is the basis for the reproduction of living beings, and it is also the key to Heaven's control over living beings. Its importance is second only to the underworld and reincarnation. Could it be that Heaven does not allow saints to intervene?"

"This doesn't make sense. I can obviously do this too."

The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back, frowned and pondered.

Li Ping'an was greatly relieved when he saw this scene.

Sage Zhunti's understanding of the way of heaven is indeed not very strong.

His first move was to ask Zhunti to 'retreat in spite of the difficulty'. If Zhunti still refused to give up torturing Yao Ji, then Li Ping'an would take the initiative to show up and confront her.

The big deal is a real fight with swords and guns.

It's not a shame to lose the fight, after all Zhunti is a saint of heaven.

Zhunti stood there for a while.

The conversation between the Yang family and his wife came from inside the house:

"God bless you, what's wrong with you?"

"It's a bit hot, maybe you're sick. It doesn't matter, you rest first, and I'll go take a few sips of cold water."

"Well, if you need anything, just call me."

Yang Tianyou, a mortal, has also experienced abnormalities.

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly. If Zhunti continued to take action, he would have no choice but not to take action.

As the Emperor of Heaven, how could he witness innocent mortals being murdered for no apparent reason and remain indifferent?

What's more, the perpetrator is the second leader of the Western religion, the source of more than half of the disasters in the world from ancient times to today.

The old man pinched the red line again.

Li Ping'an's changed owl is about to make a sound.

"That's all," the old Taoist shook his head, "After all, we can't leave any traces, lest they get caught in the conversation."

He turned around and was about to leave. He took two steps and was about to use his magical power when he suddenly stopped and turned to look inside the house.

The old Taoist suddenly raised his hand to grab Yang Tianyou, and a red rope entwined with each other appeared in his palm.

This is the red rope of marriage between Yang Tianyou and his wife.

The old Taoist thought for a while, grabbed the gray rope out of thin air, and then directly used the secret method he had figured out before to wrap the gray rope around the red rope.

Li Ping'an's newly relieved heart finally died.

Good guy!

Are you going to make a triangular red rope?

Is he, a saint from Heaven, really not afraid of breaking the rules set by Heaven and suffering backlash from Heaven?

Yang Tianyou's wife was pregnant, and Li Ping'an didn't dare to care about her, so he immediately said:

"It turns out to be you."

The old Taoist's body tensed slightly, then returned to normal. A slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look behind him silently.

He still held the two marriage ropes in his hands.

He seemed to think that Li Ping'an couldn't see where he was.

The owl exploded with a pop and transformed into Li Ping'an, dressed in black and reflecting the light golden stars in the night.

Li Ping'an looked directly into the old Taoist's eyes.

"Junior brother, you are a great saint. Although you are at the bottom of the ranks, you are also a role model for all living beings and a model for heaven and earth. Now you are doing such a sloppy thing here. It is really laughable."

The old Taoist said calmly: "I am no better than a wandering immortal. Your Majesty seems to have mistaken his face."

"Really? Can Yun Youxian pull the red rope of marriage?"

Li Ping'an walked forward slowly, walked to the door of the small courtyard, lit two golden lights to protect the couple inside, and made them fall asleep on the bed.

He said: "What do you want to do, junior brother? I have noticed something strange in the way of heaven before. It seems that someone is messing with the way of heaven. I never thought that it was my junior brother who took action directly for the marriage of a mortal. It is really eye-catching. Junior brother grabbed the hand with his other hand. Whose marriage rope is it?”

The old Taoist still did not let go, and said with a smile: "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has good eyesight, and the skills of the poor Taoist cultivator were also seen by His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. The fetus here is destined to be with the poor Taoist, and the poor Taoist is just here to make some arrangements to facilitate the recruitment of disciples in the future."

"Junior Brother Zhunti, you are still pretending!"

Li Ping'an suddenly raised his hand and shouted angrily:

"You really don't have any dignity as a saint!"

The old Taoist's face was gloomy, but there was a bit of a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty seems to care about this heavenly princess."

Li Pingan chuckled: "I advise you to stop now."

"The poor Taoist will mix this gray rope with this red rope. What wonderful things will happen to your majesty?"

The old Taoist said leisurely:

"As a poor person traveling around the world, I have never seen the red rope of marriage with such a color. I am really curious."

The corners of Li Pingan's mouth twitched slightly.

Where was the red rope of marriage before the establishment of Heavenly Court?

This guy shouldn't think that he showed up directly because he was nervous about the three red ropes, right? What if three red ropes are entangled together? Yue Lao was sharpening his scissors.

However, this is a good reason...

"Junior brother, please put down this rope," Li Ping'an said calmly, "You are plotting against my sister-in-law just because you want to make the Heavenly Court look embarrassed and shake my prestige in the Heavenly Court. Why involve other innocent people?"

The old Taoist said: "As I said, Pindao is not your junior brother."

The red rope he held in his hands slowly came closer.

Li Ping'an's expression kept changing. There was already a Heavenly Emperor's Seal in his palm, and an orb floating on his shoulder.

Li Ping'an raised his hand and yelled angrily: "How dare you, Zhunti!"

"Why don't I dare? Hahaha."

The old Taoist laughed loudly, his eyes full of sarcasm:

"Why doesn't His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven dare to stop Pindao? Is it because there are so many mortals here and he is afraid of hurting innocent people?

"Since ancient times, I have seen many vain people, but Your Majesty is the best among them."

"A saint is here to threaten the Emperor of Heaven with the lives of mortals?"

Li Pingan scolded:

"You are so shameless!"

"How many times do I have to tell Pindao that Pindao is just passing through here and is not a Western monk."

The old Taoist was about to catch the red thread in his hand, but he deliberately slowed down his movements, admiring Li Ping'an's expression, and said leisurely:

"Why is His Majesty the Emperor silent?

"Since His Majesty acquiesced, Pindao put this thing together."

"you!"

Li Ping'an subconsciously wanted to move forward, but a faint Taoist rhyme appeared around the old Taoist. The red rope of Yang Tianyou and his wife was entangled with the gray rope of Yao Ji.

This time it happened.

I don’t know if it was because of Mrs. Yang Tianyou’s red string, but the gray string turned into green for a moment, and the three red threads of marriage were entangled with each other.

The next moment, a small jet-black divine thunder fell from the sky!

The old Taoist did not dodge or dodge, and allowed himself to be hit by the thunder of the God of Punishment, his body remained motionless.

This is the saint.

Even if this is just his incarnation and does not have much strength, it is still at the level of a saint and the path of a saint, and even God's punishment is helpless.

"The matter is done, I should leave now."

The old Taoist said slowly:

"If His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven does not take action to leave Pindao behind, then we will never leave him again."

Li Pingan sneered: "How can I be the opponent of the mighty Saint Zhunti?"

The old Taoist shook his head: "I have said it several times, I am not that saint. If that's the case, then goodbye."

The next moment, the old Taoist figure quietly exploded, turned into a wisp of fresh air, and disappeared without a trace.

Li Ping'an flicked his sleeves and snorted heavily.

When acting, you have to do a complete set.

His body turned into a rainbow and shot in the direction of the Notre Dame Palace. The Yang family and his wife did not wake up from their deep sleep.

In the palace of marriage.

Yue Lao took the scissors and carefully cut off the green marriage thread. He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Although this was only a small matter to him, His Majesty the Emperor was watching the whole process, which also put him under great pressure.

Yue Lao whispered: "Your Majesty, it's done."

"Well, you continue to guard," Li Ping'an warned, "Don't tell others that I left a trace of my soul with you."

"The little god obeys!"

Li Ping'an's shadow disappeared instantly, and an orb fell on its own in the middle of the chair.

Yue Lao breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the orb, turned around and went to meditate, placing the three little clay figures in front of him.

at the same time.

In the Palace of the Holy Mother, Li Ping'an had already crossed the universe in a moment and appeared in front of Yao Ji.

Yao Ji was still sleeping soundly on the bed, looking rosy, but there was nothing unusual about her.

Nuwa whispered: "That Zhunti is so shameless and shameless. He is really hateful, but there is nothing you can do against him."

——She can see the situation here with the red hydrangea mark.

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "Although there is no way to deal with him directly, we still have to disgust him. At least we have to shave off his face and damage his majesty as a saint. He is shameless first, so you can't blame me. ”

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"Please allow me to give up," Li Ping'an said, "Let Yao Ji and Ning Ning stay here for a while first, and then let them go back when the storm subsides."

"You're welcome," Nuwa said gently, "I'm just going to teach your junior sister some skills so that she won't be deceived by Yaochi all the time."

Li Ping'an:...

Does this count as laying a foundation for his family relationship?

Li Ping'an sighed secretly in his heart. He couldn't control the Holy Mother if he didn't plan to do it. He could only believe that Ning Ning would have a sense of proportion.

He turned around and ran away, rushed directly to Dong'an City, found his father, took out the Cang Yue Pearl, and took out a photo orb wrapped in the power of heaven.

"Father!"

"What's going on?"

"Help me edit it."

Li Pingan said excitedly:

“Cut out everything this guy said he wasn’t allowed to mention, including everything else!

“It must be smooth and natural, and it is best to express my anger, powerlessness, and Zhunti’s arrogance and defiance.

"After editing, play the video, then re-record it with other video balls, and then compile the incident into a short story. You can watch the story script to see how it explodes.

"I want to spread the word throughout the whole world within half a month!

"Ah, and also, when you make up a story, don't use Zhunti directly...don't mention Taoist, yes, just don't mention Taoist as a title, and then tell the world about the Sixth Saint!"

Li Dazhi took the orb and looked at it, frowned, and whispered: "Really do this?"

"He did the first grade of junior high school, and I did the fifteenth grade."

Li Pingan smiled and said:

"I don't believe that he really doesn't care at all about what all sentient beings say.

"A guy like him who is used to being flattered by his disciples and being kowtowed to by mortals will listen to the curses from the audience.

"Don't be afraid of being said that I'm not as good as a saint. I can't beat you. It's best to arouse the empathy of the human Qi Refiners!"

"Okay! If you want to do it, we'll do it!"

Li Dazhi also took a shot of chicken blood:

"First let's make him a bad name, so that others won't have any illusions about the so-called saint. Will other saints blame him?"

"Just blame it," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "I just mocked the Sixth Sage, and I didn't target other saints. At most, the master stood up and said a few words, it doesn't matter."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Li Dazhi hurriedly left with the orb in his hand.

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the black panther lying on the table beside him. Thoughts flashed through his mind.

If there is no handle, create one.

In order to harm the majesty of the heaven, Taoist Zhunti sought the marriage of Yao Ji, and also went to Lingshan to put pressure on Li Ping'an with the intention of revenge;

For such a trivial matter, Zhunti was not afraid that Heavenly Court and other saints would confront him.

But Taoist Zhunti didn't know that Li Ping'an had been planning how to create some rifts in the Xichan Alliance, and now he just had the opportunity to take action.

An hour later.

The edited version of the photo appeared in Li Pingan's hands, and the effect was quite good.