"Let go! There are so many people watching!" Zhong Guanyuan struggled a bit, but he couldn't break free from those thick arms of steel and iron, his face flushed red when he was pinched.
At this time, several people came in one after another from outside the formation, wearing Taoist robes of three colors: black, white, and yellow. This style of robes is not very common, and the faces of several people are quite simple. At first glance, they look like they just walked out of an ancient painting. of. They all look like ordinary people, but there is always an obscure atmosphere around them, which is elusive.
Seeing the scene in front of her, the woman in Xuanyi frowned slightly and said, "Chongxi, let go."
She has a deep outline, and looks a little different from the current human race. Her brows and eyes are full of sharp colors. Standing so casually, she has the feeling of overpowering all living beings and intimidating all directions.
Chongxi is a big man with red hair and red eyes, he squinted his eyes, although he looked a bit reluctant, he still let go of Zhong Guanyuan: "Why are you so slow?"
The girl in the yellow dress laughed when she heard this. She looked bright and lively, but her natural superiority was no less than that of the girl in the black dress: "It's because you ran too fast. I just discussed it with Sister Ji. Are you trying to persuade the tyrant to change his mind with the method of entering a dream, but I didn't expect you to disappear as soon as he turned his head."
Entering the dream, this method was quite commonly used among the ancient gods, and it was generally used for the connection between gods and humans. Shinto is somewhat different from the current orthodoxy. The current orthodoxy has already had a great influence on the mortal world, and a single battle may cause serious consequences in the mortal world. But 100,000 years ago, gods and humans were far apart, and ordinary people couldn't see where gods were, so if they wanted to gain supernatural powers, they had to think of various ways. Among them, there is a kind of dream in which the gods take the initiative to inform specific people of various secrets in a subtle way.
Yun Qing observed the appearance of the few 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 among the ancient gods.
"It was Zhong Guanyuan who ran first! I was worried that he caught up with me!" Chong Xi put all the responsibility on Zhong Guanyuan in a few words.
The one in white was a gentle and shy boy, he didn't argue with everyone, he ran to Zhong Guanyuan in a few steps, and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhong, are you okay?"
Zhong Guanyuan was sitting on the sea of clouds and coughing, he was picked up by pinch just now, how could it be better now. He patted the boy in white clothes on the head, with an old consolation expression on his face: "You are still good and good, and you have lived up to my upbringing. Hey, if Chongxi's temper is half as good as yours, I can die and die." Rest in peace."
"Is Master Zhong going to die?" Ji Yi asked nervously.
"Hahaha, don't trust that guy, Yihe, he knows how to make up better than anyone else!" The girl in the yellow skirt laughed loudly, then cupped her hands at Yun Qing and said, "By the way, Master Zhong just disturbed a few fellow Taoists. Xuanyuan hereby apologizes for him, and I hope you don't take it to heart."
"You don't need to be too polite, I'm the one who surprised you." Yun Qing said softly, "Several fellow daoists must be the direct descendants of the divine way?"
The girl in the yellow skirt was full of smiles, and she said: "Yes, Xuanyuanjun is the descendant of the Yellow Emperor. The one in black is Sister Ji..."
"Ji Lerong, a descendant of Emperor Xuan." The woman in black followed her words calmly.
The young man in white hurriedly straightened his clothes and stood up straight. He looked calm and solemn at the moment, and looked decent: "Ji Yihe, a descendant of the Bai Emperor."
"I am Chongxi!" The red-haired and red-eyed man's voice was like a bell, he slapped his chest and said, "The descendants of the Red Emperor are also!"
These four people respectively correspond to the fourth of the five congenital emperors in ancient times. Could it be that the remaining Zhong Guanyuan is the descendant of Emperor Qing
Zhong Guanyuan hastily denied Yun Qing's idea: "I'm a mortal, and I have nothing to do with that leader of the gods!"
"Master Zhong is an elder in the palace. He found us and took care of us to grow up..." Ji Yihe looked like a solid-eyed child, he added in a low voice. Yun Qing remembered that several descendants of the Red Emperor she met in Beihai mentioned "in the palace", 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 regarded as a handyman in the Holy Land, but I didn't expect the Immortal Sage to give Shinto face so much this time, so he called me here too."
While talking, he rewound the golden belt, and Ji Yihe stretched out his hand to help him brush up his hair, serving him obediently, so at first glance it seemed that he was doing odd jobs for Zhong Guanyuan.
Yun Qing felt that the relationship between them was quite strange, and several people called Zhong Guanyuan "Master Zhong", which was a bit like the relationship between a teacher and a junior. But listening to Zhong Guanyuan's own words, he feels that the relationship between them is a bit like a relationship between a monarch and a minister. But looking at Xuanyuanjun and Chongxi's indifference towards him, it seems that they are quite equal to each other, there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Being both a teacher, a minister and a friend, this Zhong Guanyuan's position in the Shinto is absolutely extraordinary.
"Cough, I'll go back first if it's okay." Song Liyou looked at it with great interest for a while before preparing to leave. He was always smiling, but he didn't know what was going on in his heart.
He said this to Yun Qing, and it seemed to the Shendao people that he had to ask Yun Qing's consent before he dared to leave.
Yun Qing smiled at him gently, which was Song Liyou's statement, and she followed the other party's wishes and responded: "Go, if you have something to do, send me a message."
"Ahaha, goodbye, fellow Taoist..." Zhong Guanyuan waved goodbye to Song Liyou with a smirk, then turned around and said to the respected descendants of the gods, "Then we should just find a place to stay."
"Whatever." Ji Lerong still looked lukewarm.
"Master Zhong, you can decide." Ji Yihe seemed to be quite dependent on Zhong Guanyuan.
"Let's go, I think that big pool is pretty good!" Xuanyuan Jun rushed out happily.
"You know what a fart, I think that Yuntai is the best!" Chongxi stretched out his hand to pull her, but Xuanyuanjun slipped away.
A few people were jostling and walking towards the depths of the sea of clouds, Zhong Guanyuan's face suddenly became a little uneasy: "Fellow Daoist, you are laughing at me, uh, I'll go to their side first to have a look, otherwise there will be trouble again."
"Please go ahead." Yun Qing controlled Huohai and Guma to get out of the way. She stared at Zhong Guanyuan and ran out to chase those Shinto disciples who had run away. After watching for a long time, she didn't see anything wrong.
Yun Qing felt that Zhong Guanyuan was too ordinary, from breath to words and deeds were ordinary to a little abnormal.
The people who came to watch the ceremony this time were all current-day talents, and Zhong Guanyuan stood out like a mule mixed in with a herd of horses. He said that he was a handyman "in the palace", and this time he was accompanying a few descendants of the gods to watch the ceremony, but Yun Qing didn't think that Taiqing would invite someone who was completely useless to come here. Also, his attitude when he saw himself just now was also very strange. He shouted to take a look at Huang Quan at the beginning, and ran away screaming when he saw it. This is really...
Yun Qing didn't feel that she was scary enough to scare people away just by looking at her.
"Let's go, let's choose a place to stay first." Yun Qing reminded Su Xin and Lin Jun through sound transmission, "I'm afraid I will make friends with people from various Dao lineages in the next few days, so brothers and sisters need to be prepared. "
"Ah, okay." Lin Jun was still thinking about those living descendants of the divine way just now, this feeling is probably the same as those who have not seen the direct descendants of the demonic way for tens of thousands of years seeing them.
"Understood." Su Xin replied briefly, "The auras of those divine beings just now were too strange. They looked like ordinary people, but they couldn't see through them. I don't know if there will be any changes this time. …”
"Let's go, don't think too much, just concentrate on practicing." 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 a demon saint.
— "You can all go down this road without distraction, because all the layout calculations will be done by me."
This is the promise that the saint made to all the disciples of the demonic way, but it always feels a bit...unreal when Yun Qing says it.
"En." Su Xin replied lightly, followed Yun Qing's white bone horse, and walked towards the depths of the cloudy fairyland.
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On the other side, Zhong Guanyuan managed to arrange the few descendants of the gods. He let out a sigh of relief and walked out of Yunlou, rubbing his sore neck, thinking what sin he had done to meet so many ancestors .
He came out of Yunlou, and was about to look around, but when he looked up, he saw an unexpected person: "Why are you here?"
The visitor was dressed in layers of white clothes, complex and dignified, with white hair reaching the ground, his face was soft, but his tone was not very polite: "This is my place, why can't I be here?"
"What do you want to say, Lord Saint?" Zhong Guanyuan said nervously, "Don't tell me about the other hall, I really can't get in."
"You knew what I was going to say before I even opened my mouth?" The Immortal Saint's tone became more and more unkind.
Zhong Guanyuan smirked: "That's because you haven't asked anything other than Jingu all these years, I'm going to be vomited by you."
"I'm going to ask something else now." The sage of immortality stared at him, but Zhong Guanyuan just moved back a few steps in embarrassment, and he was not affected by Shengwei.
Zhong Guanyuan smirked "hehe" for a while: "Aren't you pretty good at it?"
"No matter how good you are, you can't compare to someone who has experienced that period of history." The immortal saint said indifferently.
Zhong Guanyuan stood stiffly on the spot, kneeling in his heart for such a shameless person, he almost cursed: "What a mess, that's not the case! Don't keep talking nonsense about it, if you want to ask, hurry up !"
The sage of the immortal way had expected him to be like this, so he asked his own question unhurriedly: "What is written in the heavenly book?"
Now Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded, he said suspiciously: "I wrote everything, didn't I say that I know the book of all things?"
"It's not this." The sage of immortality raised his hand, and the back of his hand was covered with light blue lines, "What was written on that piece of turtle shell, specifically, what are those words?"
Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded again: "Why did you do it to yourself!"
"You just need to tell me what to write." The sage of immortality calmly withdrew his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Zhong Guanyuan really scolded: "Are you sick? Do you think that I wrote all the words? Maybe it was painted by Qingdi himself. Now you ask me, what is this?" How should I answer? Do I even have to explain clearly why Emperor Qing made these strokes!?"
"Did the Qing Emperor write this thing before?" The sage of immortality then asked, and he was quite reasonable and relieved, "You can seriously recall it for a while, and when you remember, I will hold this Ascension to Immortal Conference."
Zhong Guanyuan pondered for a long time, then suddenly he raised his head as if remembering something, and suddenly said: "I forgot."
The sage of the immortal way looked at him for a long time, but the face that was mostly covered by the golden band always maintained a hypocritical smirk, and there was no flaw at all.
"You're kind." The Immortal Saint dropped the four words indifferently, and his figure disappeared in front of him in an instant.