"Let go! There are so many people watching!" Zhong Guanyuan struggled for a moment, but failed to break free from the thick steel arms. He was pinched so hard that his face turned red. en8.
At this time, several people came in one after another from outside the formation, wearing Taoist robes in three colors: black, white, and yellow. The style of these robes was not very common, and their faces were quite simple. At first glance, they looked like they had just stepped out of an ancient painting. Similar. They all look like ordinary people, but there is always an obscure aura surrounding them that makes it difficult to fathom.
When the woman in Xuanyi saw the scene in front of her, she frowned slightly and said, "Chongxi, let go."
She has a deep outline and looks slightly different from the current human race. There is a fierce look between her eyebrows and eyes. She feels like she is dominating all living beings and intimidating all directions when she stands so casually.
Chongxi was a big man with red hair and red eyes. He glanced sideways, and although he seemed a little reluctant, he still let go of Zhong Guanyuan: "Why are you so slow?"
The girl in the yellow skirt laughed after hearing this. She looked bright and lively, but her natural sense of superiority was no less than that of the woman in Xuanyi: "You ran too fast. I just discussed it with Sister Ji. Are you trying to persuade the tyrant to change his mind by falling into a dream, but I didn't expect you to disappear as soon as I turned around."
Entering dreams, this method is quite commonly used among the ancient gods, and is generally used for the communication between gods and humans. Shinto is somewhat different from the current Taoism. The current Taoism has a great influence on the mortal world, and a fight may have serious consequences in the mortal world. But a hundred thousand years ago, gods and humans were far apart, and mortals could not see where gods were. If they wanted to have supernatural powers, they had to think of various ways. One of them is that gods take the initiative to enter dreams and inform specific people of various heavenly secrets in a subtle way.
Yun Qing observed the appearance of the people in front of her. These people were different from the Shinto practitioners she had seen before. They were all sane and strictly abided by the rules of the ancient gods.
"It was Zhong Guanyuan who ran away first! I was worried that he chased after me!" Chongxi put all the responsibility on Zhong Guanyuan in just a few words.
The person in white clothes was a young man who looked quite gentle and shy. He did not argue with anyone. He ran to Zhong Guanyuan in a few steps and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhong, are you okay?"
Zhong Guanyuan sat on the sea of clouds and kept coughing. He was pinched and picked up just now. How could he be fine now? He patted the head of the young man in white, with a caring expression on his face: "Yi He is still a good boy, and he has lived up to the kindness of my upbringing. Hey, if Chong Xi's temper was half as good as yours, I would die. Rest your eyes."
"Is Master Zhong going to die?" Ji Yihe asked nervously.
"Hahaha, Yihe, don't believe that guy, he can make up stories better than anyone else!" The girl in the yellow skirt laughed loudly, then cupped her hands towards Yun Qing and the others and said, "By the way, Master Zhongcai just disturbed some fellow Taoists. Xuanyuan would like to apologize on his behalf, and I hope you guys won’t take it to heart.”
"No need to be polite, it's me who shocked fellow Taoist Zhong." Yun Qing said gently, "I guess a few of my fellow Taoists are direct descendants of the Shinto?"
The girl in the yellow dress was full of smiles and said: "Yes, I am Xuanyuan Jun, a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. en8. The one in black is Sister Ji... "
"Ji Lerong, a descendant of Emperor Xuan." The woman in black continued her words calmly.
The boy in white clothes quickly straightened his clothes and stood up straight. He now looked calm and solemn, and he looked presentable: "I make peace, descendant of the White Emperor."
"I am Chongxi!" The big man with red hair and red eyes said with a voice like a bell. He beat his chest and said, "I am a descendant of the Red Emperor!"
These four people respectively correspond to the four of the Five Innate Emperors in ancient times. Could it be that the remaining Zhong Guanyuan is a descendant of the Qing Emperor
Yun Qing's idea was hurriedly denied by Zhong Guanyuan: "I am a mortal and have nothing to do with the head of the gods!"
"Master Zhong is the elder in the palace. He found us and took care of us as we grew up..." Ji Yihe seemed to be a solid-minded child, and he added in a low voice. Yun Qing remembered that several descendants of the Red Emperor she met in Beihai had also mentioned "the palace" before, but she didn't know what "palace" they were referring to.
Zhong Guanyuan glanced at him helplessly, and then explained to Yun Qing: "I can barely be considered a handyman in the Holy Land. I didn't expect that this time the Immortal Saint would give Shinto face so much and call me here."
As he spoke, he re-wrapped the golden band. Ji Yihe stretched out his hand to lift his hair and served him honestly. At first glance, it looked like he was working for Zhong Guanyuan.
Yun Qing felt that the relationship between them was quite strange. Several people called Zhong Guanyuan "Master Zhong", which was a bit like the relationship between a master and a junior. But listening to Zhong Guanyuan's own words, I feel that the relationship between them is a bit like a monarch and a minister. But looking at how indifferent Xuanyuan Jun and Chong Xi were towards him, it seemed that they were quite equal to each other and there was no distinction between them. As a teacher, a minister and a friend, Zhong Guanyuan's status in Shinto is absolutely extraordinary.
"Ahem, if nothing happens, I'll go back first." Song Liyou looked at it with interest for a while and then prepared to leave. He always had a smile on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
He said this to Yun Qing, and to the Shinto people, it sounded like he wanted Yun Qing's consent before he dared to leave.
Yun Qing smiled gently at him. This was Song Liyou's statement. She followed the other person's wishes and said, "Go ahead. If anything happens, call me."
"Ah haha, good-bye, fellow Taoist..." Zhong Guanyuan waved goodbye to Song Liyou with a silly smile, and then turned back to the respected divine descendants and said, "Then we might as well find a place to stay."
"Whatever." Ji Lerong still looked lukewarm.
"Master Zhong, you decide." Ji Yihe seemed to be quite dependent on Zhong Guanyuan.
"Let's go, I think that big pool is good!" Xuanyuan Jun rushed out happily.
"You know what the heck, I think the cloud platform is the best!" Chongxi stretched out his hand to pull her, but Xuanyuan Jun dodged it smoothly.
A few people walked noisily towards the depths of the sea of clouds. Zhong Guanyuan suddenly lost his temper and said, "Fellow Taoist is laughing. Well, I'll go to them first and have a look, otherwise something will happen again."
"Please." Yun Qing controlled the sea of fire and the bone horse to move out of the way. She stared at Zhong Guanyuan as he ran out to chase the Shinto disciples who had run away. After watching for a long time, she couldn't see anything wrong.
Yun Qing feels that Zhong Guanyuan is too ordinary, from his breath to his words and deeds, everything is ordinary and a bit abnormal.
The people who came to watch the ceremony this time were all talented people of the time, and Zhong Guanyuan stood out like a mule among the horses. He said that he was a handyman "in the palace", and this time he accompanied several divine descendants to watch the ceremony. However, Yun Qing did not think that Taiqing would invite a completely useless person here. Also, his attitude when he saw me just now was also very strange. From the beginning, he shouted to take a look at Huangquan, but when he saw it, he screamed and ran away. This is really...
Yun Qing didn't feel that she was so scary that people would run away just by looking at him.
"Let's go, let's choose a place to stay first." Yun Qing sent a message to Su Xin and Linjun to remind him, "I'm afraid I will have to make friends with people from various major lineages in the past few days, so brothers and sisters must be prepared. "
"Ah, okay." Linjun was still thinking about the living successors of the Shinto just now. The feeling was probably the same as seeing those who had not seen the direct descendants of the demon for tens of thousands of years.
"I understand." Su Xin replied briefly, "The auras of those Shinto people just now were too strange. They looked like ordinary people, but they couldn't see through it. I wonder if there will be any changes this time. …”
"Let's go, don't think too much, just concentrate on your practice." Yun Qing said calmly.
The moment Su Xin heard these words, she felt a strange sense of familiarity. The tone of Huang Quan's words was so similar to that of the demonic saint.
- "You can all walk along this path without any distractions, because all layout calculations will be completed by me."
This was the promise that the saint made to all the demonic disciples, but when Yun Qing said it, it always felt a bit... unreal.
"Yes." Su Xin replied calmly, following Yun Qing's white-bone horse, heading towards the depths of the misty fairyland.
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On the other side, Zhong Guanyuan finally settled down the several divine descendants. He took a deep breath and walked out of the Cloud Tower. He rubbed his sore neck with his hands, wondering what kind of evil he had done to meet so many ancestors. .
He came out of the Cloud Tower and was about to look around when he looked up and saw an unexpected person: "Why are you here?"
The visitor was dressed in layers of white clothes, complicated and dignified, with white hair reaching the floor. His face was soft, but his tone was not very polite: "This is my place, why can't I be here?"
"What do you have to say, Lord Saint?" Zhong Guanyuan said nervously, "Don't tell me about the annex again. I really can't go up."
"You know what I'm going to say before I even open my mouth?" The Immortal Saint's tone became more and more unkind.
Zhong Guanyuan gave a fake smile and said, "That's because you haven't asked about anything else except the Shrine in these years. I'm going to be vomited by your questions."
"I plan to ask something else now." The Immortal Saint stared at him, but Zhong Guanyuan just moved a few steps back in embarrassment, but was not affected by the Saint's power.
Zhong Guanyuan giggled for a while and said, "Aren't you pretty good at calculating yourself?"
"No matter how good you are, you can't compare to those who have experienced that period of history." The Immortal Saint said calmly.
Zhong Guanyuan stood stiffly on the spot, feeling like he was so shameless. He almost cursed: "What nonsense? It's not like that! Don't keep talking about this nonsense. If you want to ask, just hurry up." !”
The Immortal Sage had long expected that he would be like this, so he calmly asked his question: "What is written in the Book of Heaven?"
Now Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded. He said doubtfully: "Everything has been written. Isn't it a book that knows everything?"
"That's not it." The Immortal Saint raised his hand, and there were light cyan lines covering the back of his hand. "It's what was written on that piece of turtle shell. Specifically, what are those words?"
Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded again: "Why did you get it on yourself!"
"You just need to tell me what you wrote." The Immortal Saint calmly retracted his hand and put it into his sleeve.
Zhong Guanyuan was really scolding now: "Are you sick? Do you think that all the things with words are written by me? Maybe it was painted by Qing Emperor himself. Now you can ask me about this. How do you want me to answer? Do you even have to explain clearly why Qingdi made these strokes!?"
"Then has Emperor Qing written this before?" The Immortal Saint then asked, and he comforted him quite reasonably, "You can carefully recall it for a while, and I will hold this Immortal Ascension Conference again when you remember it.
Zhong Guanyuan thought hard for a while, then suddenly raised his head as if he remembered something, and suddenly said: "I forgot."
The Immortal Saint looked at him for a long time, but his face, which was mostly covered by the golden ring, always maintained a hypocritical smirk, without any flaws at all.
"You have the guts." The Immortal Saint dropped these four words coldly, and his figure disappeared in front of him in an instant.