The fairy father

"Won't you remind your son?"

Taoist Hongjun said with a smile, and the spear in his hand trembled slightly.

The old man Wanri yawned and his brows gradually relaxed.

He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. I reminded Taiyi, but he will feel uncomfortable. If the two of them get along well, they can continue to cooperate and open up a new world after the annihilation of heaven and earth."

"The Taoist heart of fellow Taoist is truly indestructible."

Hongjun said this, turned his head and glanced at the Feng clan generals who had turned into several big bloody cocoons not far away, and he wondered:

"It's just that I don't know. Since you were going to catch the Phoenix bloodline, why did you let go of the peacock with the purest bloodline and instead catch such a few miscellaneous fish?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to have the essence and blood of the phoenix?"

Old Man Wanri leaned on some futons, took a sip of tea and said leisurely:

“It’s a pity that the Peacock Fairy was ruined.

"I don't want my disciples to hate me too much."

Hongjun asked: "Why on earth did fellow Taoist cast a spell on Fairy Peacock on purpose?"

"Destroy their Taoism."

The old man in vain blinked his left eye gently:

"Just like your Taoist heart, fellow Taoist, you initially said you wanted to leave with me, but in fact, you still harbored the desire to get close to me and study transcendence in your heart.

"At that time, you said that you mostly used me, which made you very confident.

"Now, you have experienced several defeats, and your Taoist heart is half destroyed. When you talk to me, you often call yourself a poor Taoist.

"For the same reason, I am messing with their mentality right now. Even if the spell is too clear, I can't undo it. This in itself is a kind of pressure."

Hongjun was silent.

He sighed: "I really don't understand. Your goal is clearly at your fingertips, so why do you have to go around in this circle?"

"When you reach my position and my realm, you will probably be able to understand."

Old Man Wanri looked at the picture in the cloud mirror.

He smiled and said, "Look at these two, do they look like brothers?"

Hongjun put down his magic gun and looked at the teenagers and children eating barbecue and taking literacy tests in the cloud mirror, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"My fellow Taoist has too much bad taste."

"How can this be said to be a bad taste?"

The old man's gaze was a little far-reaching:

"I have to find a way to have some fun for myself, otherwise I will collapse easily.

"If possible, I really want the child Taiyi to survive and find his own path, instead of me telling him which path to take.

"Tell me, should I do anything about this Great Tribulation of Gods? The Battle of Interpretation is really boring. How about we gather the remnants of the demon clan together?

"Tai Yi is back, and there's that guy Lu Ya, and the remnants of the demon clan are gathering at Dashang. It makes me happy just thinking about it."

The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched: "You are indeed like this again."

"Oh? What's so?"

"Fellow Taoist said before that the Great Tribulation of the Gods must not be interfered with, and everything must go according to your decision."

"Because that's the safest way. You know, I'm actually quite afraid of trouble."

Old Man Wanri smiled and shook his head:

"Actually, there's a big difference, that is, the difference between a failure probability of one in 10 million and a failure probability of one in 100 million."

Hongjun frowned and pondered.

Old Man Wanri had a square slate in his hand. He lightly drew a few strokes on the slate, and then he began to lower his head and think.

Hongjun looked at the stone slab and felt an obscure Taoist charm.

That was a Tao rhyme that he couldn't understand.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be idle any longer. After cleaning the gun, send it directly to Ping An."

Wanri smiled gently:

"If you delay any longer, the Tribulation of the Gods will be over."

"Why do you have to give him such a murderous weapon?" Hongjun frowned, "Aren't you afraid that he will use this weapon against you?"

"Does this gun threaten me?"

"Of course I can't."

"Then what am I afraid of?" Old Man Wanri made a dumbfounded expression, "Stop being so stingy. You still have several powerful treasures. Don't think I don't know about them."

"That's all."

Hongjun stood up slowly, turned the God-killing Spear into the size of a pen, held it in his hand, turned around and was about to run away.

The old man Wangri's voice suddenly sounded again: "Don't forget the little secret you want to tell him. I'm also a little curious about what you will tell him and how much you know that I haven't let you know."

Hongjun did not look back.

He knew that this was a warning from the transcendent.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist," Hongjun sighed, "I just want to retrieve the evil corpse now. The three corpses are perfect and waiting to be taken to the transcendent realm. I have no other thoughts."

"Look, I have no confidence again."

Hongjun was speechless, and his figure slowly disappeared like dust blown by the wind.

As soon as he left, the Chaos Clock appeared behind Old Man Wanri and transformed into a young woman wearing a long skirt.

Zhong Ling asked: "Don't you think he is very likely to betray you later?"

"Hongjun is too weak in this reincarnation, and his rebellion will not affect the overall situation."

The old man said without raising his head:

"His current threat is far less than that of Li Yiqing.

"Li Yiqing has always been protected by Laojun. If I want to touch him, Sanqing will fight at all costs.

"I have watched the drama between the three brothers four hundred and twenty-nine times. Even if Taiqing inherited Pangu's memory, I have almost understood all their tricks.

"My only enemy is myself."

Zhong Ling looked at the scene in the cloud mirror and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then do you want Taiyi to inherit your mantle, or do you want Li Pingan?"

"This hasn't been decided yet," Old Man Wanri said, "What good is my mantle? If I carry this mantle, I have to bear endless pain. The damn guilt and debt will always make me suffer. I really want to hurry up. End this."

As he said this, there was a bit of sternness in his eyes.

Symbols kept appearing on the stone slab and then disappearing again and again.

Zhong Ling didn't say anything more. He disappeared and turned into a small bell floating aside, staring at the picture in the cloud mirror.

She actually wanted to go there too.

Taste the venison, smell the aroma of the wine, and then sit on the steps nearby and watch the young people laughing and the children playing haphazardly.

"By the way, don't you need to keep an eye on Hongjun?"

"It doesn't matter, I left something on him, and I'm watching every move he makes."

The old man said with a smile:

"Who stipulates that the strongest player in a game cannot use despicable means and act like a master? This is the most useless thing."

The invisible Zhong Ling curled his lips and muttered, "As expected of Zhunti's teacher."

Of course, she didn't dare to say this directly.

Old Man Wanri kept sketching the slate for four or five days.

The picture in the cloud mirror has been locked on Li Ping'an and Donghuang Taiyi. When the two separated, they mainly focused on exploring Li Ping'an's 'Ji Dan incarnation'.

Zhong Ling suddenly said: "Hongjun went to look for Li Ping'an."

"The main body went there?"

"A wisp of soul finally brought the God-killing Spear."

"Then don't worry about it," Old Man Wanri said, "His true form is still hiding in the aura of chaos outside Xuandu City. A ray of soul cannot kill my disciple."

The old man Wanri raised his hand and clicked on the cloud mirror.

A beach appeared in the cloud mirror.

Two figures were lying on a bench in the sun, enjoying the sea breeze. The woman on the left was naturally pure, and Li Ping'an was letting his mind return to Ji Dan, who was sleeping soundly aside.

This place has been set up with multiple barriers by Li Ping'an, so it stands to reason that there is no fear of being explored.

It is normal to dress plainly, but the fabric of the skirt is slightly translucent, and the outline of the calf can be vaguely seen.

The old man Wanri frowned, moved the cloud mirror away from the blue sea and blue sky, and muttered: "It's great to be young, and I also like to have these love affairs."

Zhong Ling wanted to complain, but didn't dare.

The cloud mirror picture changed again.

In the corner of the palace in Chaoge City in Nanzhou, little Ji Dan yawned and walked to the nearest house and fell asleep, scaring the female guards and maids into thinking that the Fourth Young Master was sick.

On the beach of Dong'an City in Dongzhou, Li Pingan opened his eyes, and two golden lights flashed in his eyes.

"Um?"

Qing Su quickly hid the picture album in her hand, her pretty face suddenly blushed, and she asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, an old friend is calling me," Li Ping'an looked at the sea, "But having said that, Master, what are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Qingsu looked up at the sky.

Li Pingan was more curious, but now was not the time to get to the bottom of things.

He knows that the comic books written by his father have become rapidly popular throughout the Eastern Continent and the five outer worlds, and some creators have appeared. It is said that Heaven will hold a contest for submissions to adapt the comic books into storytellers and dramas. opportunity.

In short, my father is also giving great support to culture, which greatly enriches the boring daily life of the Qi Refiners during their breaks in practice.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Li Ping'an disappeared in a flash, but went directly to the bottom of the sea.

…

Hongjun's shadow stood on a coral stone, looking at Li Ping'an with a smile.

No wonder Li Ping'an thinks too much about this.

Fairy Peacock was attacked a few days ago. The Feng clan lost several generals, and Fairy Peacock's proud Taoist heart was destroyed;

Now Hongjun takes the initiative to come to the door.

There must be a conspiracy!

Li Ping'an thought so in his heart, but maintained a relaxed smile on the surface, and said hello to Hongjun.

"The Patriarch is here to fulfill his promise?"

"Not bad," Hongjun expressionlessly threw a 'writing brush' to Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an's whole body erupted with golden light, and then the golden light was pushed back under his skin, and he raised his hand to hold the brush.

Buzz!

The brush suddenly trembled, and a dark red spear with an exaggerated shape appeared in his palm, trembling and vibrating from top to bottom.

This is……

Avenue of destruction!

Li Ping'an casually threw a gunshot, and the entire sea area suddenly shook. Fortunately, he took action in time to restore peace to everything here.

What a powerful spear!

Li Pingan only felt that every cell in his body was jumping for joy, and there was a pure desire for destruction within him. He just wanted to tear a gap in the entire world to be happy!

This gun is too powerful and penetrates the avenue of destruction. The weapon spirit on it is also in a special state, which is similar to being caught between the two states of destruction and rebirth.

Later, you need to use your own way to refine this spear before it can exert its true power.

Li Ping'an grinned: "Thank you, Patriarch. Grandmaster is truly a true gentleman who honors his word!"

Hongjun's face turned darker and he said calmly: "This is just a benefit planned by your teacher for you."

"Did the teacher send it to you?"

"I have urged poverty many times," Hongjun said slowly, "There must be some calculation here, otherwise he would not be able to keep urging me like this, and it would be meaningless whether such a treasure is in my hands or not."

Li Ping'an held the gun in his arms, and the God-killing Spear turned into a hairpin, which he raised and inserted into the bun on his head.

The sense of security brought by this world suddenly became stronger.

Hongjun said: "There is also a secret. You won the bet. Pindao can give you three choices."

"What three choices?"

"First, get to the essence, second, alleviate the current situation, and third, plan for the future."

Hongjun simply said three choices, and then looked at Li Ping'an quietly.

Li Ping'an thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "Disciple will not make a choice. Which secret you think will be most helpful to me, just tell me."

"good."

Hongjun thought carefully, lowered his head and counted with his fingers.

Soon, he raised his head and said: "The secret is that there is a world buried in your teacher's sarcophagus."

Li Ping'an: "...Can you tell me something I don't know?"

Hongjun suddenly said: "That world is not a prehistoric world that keeps reincarnating."

Li Ping'an was slightly startled.

"What's the meaning?"

Hongjun smiled and shook his head: "I can only say this. In fact, this is all I know. This is what I saw with my own eyes back then. The transcendent is most likely an intruder from outside our tangible world."

After saying this, Hongjun sighed softly, and his figure disappeared.

"You and I are in peace. I will go to Taiqing later to discuss the matter about my evil corpse. I won't bother my fellow Taoist."

Li Ping'an subconsciously wanted to call Hongjun.

But he endured it before the words came out of his mouth.

Hongjun is the opposite after all.

In this world, Hongjun can no longer look back and can only push the chariot of the transcendent to move forward.

That world is not primitive.

This sentence may seem simple, but it actually contains a lot of information. In fact, most of Li Ping'an's previous speculations have been directly overturned, but some ridiculous and outrageous speculations have become closer and closer.

Back in Lingjiu Mountain, the transcendent teacher kept inviting him to enter the sarcophagus.

From this point of view, the sarcophagus is the teacher's weakness, or the teacher's concern and obsession.

Associated with the sarcophagus is a bronze lamp.

Will Ran Deng know some secrets?

Li Ping'an stood at the bottom of the sea and pondered for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and felt that it was a mess and no clue.

He is a practical person. When he encounters problems and cannot avoid them, he wants to try something.

‘Let’s visit the deputy leader of Ran Deng tomorrow. No matter whether we can get valuable information or not, we still have to give it a try. ’

Li Ping'an turned back to his master.

The world is cold and strange;

But Master is gentle and soft, and also smells good.

"Master, I continue to comprehend!"

"Well, go ahead, I'll guard the gate for you."

"What were you looking at just now?"

"You can't say it," Qing Su looked to the side, her expression a little guilty, but also very charming.

…

Li Pingan actually went to find Ran Deng on the second day.

As he expected, Ran Deng behaved as if he knew nothing, and he did not evade his words when he spoke, but was very sincere... and knew nothing.

Li Ping'an had expected this, but he didn't mind it. After thanking him, he hurried back to heaven to continue his retreat.

Little Ji Dan's life in the palace was actually not monotonous.

He became the most active figure in the corner of the Shang Palace, met many naughty kids from high-ranking families, and established the first step of friendship with Donghuang Taiyi.

Spring passes and autumn comes, rain falls and frost falls.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because there is spiritual energy nourishing the world, the development of human children is generally a little ahead of schedule. Li Ping'an, the mortal avatar, has grown into a teenager and entered his eleventh year in the mortal world.

Donghuang Taiyi has changed even more and has become a standard adult.

Because he filled his body with spiritual energy intentionally or unintentionally, Prince Donghuang Taiyi also gained a reputation in the palace as someone who could carry a cauldron.

He is a talented and brave man, and because he is the eldest son of the crown prince, he has been regarded as the only candidate for the king by the ministers since his youth. He briefly went out to participate in several bandit suppressions. After achieving military exploits, he became famous among businessmen. Prestige grows day by day.

Li Ping'an certainly knew that the future Emperor Xin would follow the course of the disaster and personally hand over the throne of king to the Kingdom of Zhou.

So every time Li Ping'an followed Donghuang Taiyi to meet King Shang, and saw Emperor Yi, who was already terminally ill and toothless because of his old age, looking at Donghuang Taiyi with extremely expectant eyes, Li Ping'an wanted to laugh.

This old man's expectation was in vain.

Emperor Yi's time is running out, and the atmosphere in Chaoge City is also a bit tense.

Li Ping'an had already prepared a gift package for Emperor Yi to travel to the eighteenth level of hell for a hundred years, and was waiting for Emperor Yi to die so that Emperor Yi could also experience the pain of those human beings.

As for some members of the royal family who want to compete with the Eastern Emperor Taiyizi for the throne, Li Ping'an is not worried at all.

If Donghuang Taiyi couldn't even solve this problem, then this ancient emperor would be too inferior.

However, two things that were going to happen in the next few days made Li Pingan feel a little unprepared.

The first thing is related to Li Jing;

Emperor Yi summoned the thirty-six generals of the Great Shang Dynasty to gather at Chaoge, and Li Jing and the four generals of the Demon Family came to Chaoge City together.

Li Ping'an didn't dare to forget the instructions given to Li Jing in his dream, and he carried them out very vigorously.

The person related to the second incident was his former ‘good boy’...