In the remote boundary where the South China Sea and the West Sea meet, there are numerous formations.
Zhao Gongming looked down at the two sage disciples of the Western religion, and swept them away, smoothing out the mighty waves on the sea surface, and the twenty-four Dinghai God beads slowly rotated...
In front of him, the two masters of Western religion had blood on their mouths and trembling breaths, but they were held firmly by the Dinghai Shenzhu, unable to move.
At this moment, the faces of these two veterans are very complicated, with panic, helplessness, and of course, anger the most.
It's the second time!
It's the second time!
Even though it was the two of them this time, they deliberately calculated and taught Taoist Huanglong first, and borrowed Zhao Gongming's unique calculation method...
But they didn't hurt Taoist Huanglong at all! Just according to the experience of being touched, the scene reappeared once!
This Zhao Gongming couldn't help saying, he rushed up and beat them up, ruining their morality for thousands of years, this beam is really knotted!
At this time Zhao Gongming was also pondering on Fu Xu...
Just now, I played smoothly, but I didn't have enough energy to stay. I beat these two disciples of the Western saints to the detriment of Dao deeds and Dao will.
It doesn't make sense this time...
On the side, the tall and thin Taoist saluted forward, his eyes were full of emotion, and he said:
"Thank you, Junior Brother Gongming, for rescuing the siege!
If Junior Brother Gongming hadn't shown up, Pindao really didn't know what to do. "
Zhao Gongming laughed dryly, and said with a smile: "Brother Huang Long doesn't need to worry about trivial matters."
The tall and thin Taoist took two steps forward, looked at the two plainly dressed Western old Taoists with grief and indignation, and asked in a low voice:
"Junior Brother Gongming, what should we do now?"
Zhao Gongming sent a voice to ask: "They did something to senior brother before?"
"This, didn't..."
The tall and thin Taoist smiled wryly and said: "Pindao just came back from a friend's cave in the South China Sea, and met the two of them, they said they have a good treasure, please take a look at it.
Unexpectedly, the two of them had an argument with each other and even fought. One of them fell to the ground, spitting blood, as if he had been seriously injured.
The other person looked at Pindao instead, and asked why Pindao hurt his senior brother...
Pindao really didn't make a move, absolutely didn't make a move, and even urged them not to fight so hard! "
Zhao Gongming frowned suddenly...
These two guys he touched, also played new tricks
wrong!
If this routine is followed, the opponent must have hidden treasures or formations for pictures at this time... This is really difficult to deal with.
Zhao Gongming's feet suddenly softened, his movements were smooth and natural, and he fell directly in front of the three of them. With a wow, a large amount of blood froth spit out from his mouth, his face was pale, his breath trembled, and his Dao rhyme shook...
Anyway, lie down first!
The two old Taoists who were sealed by the Dinghai Shenzhu looked even more sad and indignant, but they couldn't move at all.
In fact, as long as Zhao Gongming puts away the Dinghai Shenzhu at this time, these two masters of the Western religion will not say anything harsh, and just turn their heads and leave...
At this moment, the tall and thin old Taoist was stunned. He looked to the left and right, and said to Zhao Gongming:
"Junior Brother Gongming, why don't you just lie down too?"
"Don't," Zhao Gongming said calmly, "I'll keep them here first!
Senior brother, go to Nanfang Buzhou, which is on the coast of the South China Sea, and go to any Sea God Temple and find the Sea God of the South China Sea.
When the incarnation of Sea God appears, Senior Brother Huang Long, tell him what happened here, and seek a solution. I will definitely go to Sea God to thank you later! "
The tall and thin old man became more and more confused.
But listening to Zhao Gongming's eagerness, this expert among the Twelve Golden Immortals didn't think too much, and immediately used his supernatural powers, rushed out of the big formation here, and shot towards the north.
This flood, flood and desolation...
Times have changed
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On Little Qiong Peak.
[The story of the reunion between the master and Master Wangqing is really difficult to handle.]
However, the effort this time was not in vain. Although the two of them haven't confided in each other, they are already able to communicate normally...
At most two times, you can dry firewood and have fun.
Li Changshou glanced at it with his sense of immortality. The little master and Master Wangqing who had already gone for a walk on the back mountain of Xiaoqiong Peak became poetic in his heart, and couldn't help pondering twice, reciting from the bottom of his heart:
'This is a pair of mandarin ducks, who quarreled twice and separated.
It is said that the gods are good couples, but they are arrogant and boring. '
Not bad not bad, there is progress, and it rhymes!
Li Changshou suddenly heard a few soft singing from behind, but it was Ling'e, the junior sister who was playing the piano, gently opened her red lips, and sang softly as her fingertips and strings fell:
"The falling flowers and shadows are slow, the tired bird Shen Xiayu.
How can I think of you when I miss you? I cherish my colorful clothes. "
Um
Li Changshou glanced at her, Ling'e immediately stopped, pursed her lips, and showed a smirk to her senior brother...
She didn't hint at anything!
"Fifty times of Stable Words."
"Oh," Ling'e felt aggrieved immediately.
Xiong Lingli has already gone to the spirit beast garden to feed the spirit beasts. She really can't appreciate the tune here and can't get used to it. She is afraid that she will sleep and snore like thunder and disturb them.
Just like before going out, I often disturb my parents at night... the same.
Li Changshou followed Master Wangqing and his master for a while;
Master Wangqing arranged celestial power around the two of them, and Li Changshou couldn't hear what was being said there without alarming Master Wangqing.
Right now...
A few figures sneaked and sneaked, coming from the foot of Xiaoqiong Peak, riding clouds close to the sky above the forest.
The leader is Jiuwu, a short Taoist who is definitely no more than five feet tall.
Behind Jiu Wu, Jiu Shi, Jiu Luer, Jiu Qi, and another one wrapped themselves in the quilt, leaving only a small face...
Oh Jiujiu.
Dressed like this, Li Changshou almost didn't recognize him.
As soon as the little master came back, Jiu Jiu seemed to have encountered a natural enemy;
If it weren't for several senior sisters and senior brothers who insisted on pulling her here, she would definitely not have created her own luxurious formation!
These five brothers, brothers, sisters, and sisters touched the front of the thatched cottage by the lake together;
Li Changshou had already sent his voice to Jiuwu and Jiujiu, asking them to pretend to be here to appreciate calligraphy and painting.
Come to Little Qiongfeng to practice gossip, of course, as long as you don't disturb the two people who are going to engage in Yin-Yang Dao over there.
After a while, the five disciples of Master Wangqing sneaked into the maze of the 'Art Exhibition'; Li Changshou turned off the maze so that they could clearly observe the situation in the back mountain...
Not long after, Jiuwu quietly approached Li Changshou with a low body, and asked with concern:
"Longevity, what's going on here?"
"What did the master ask?"
"My master and your ancestor, don't pretend to be confused with my uncle!"
Jiuwu used the method of voice transmission face to face, and asked, "Have they reunited?"
"Well, I don't know either.
I'm just a young disciple, so I don't dare to ask about the marriages of these seniors. "
Li Changshou smiled calmly, and asked back by voice: "Uncle, what do you think about this matter?"
"How else can we look at it? We are disciples, can we still interfere with the master's affairs?"
Jiu Wu smiled and continued to transmit:
"This is naturally a great joy. We have heard the elder sister say many times before that the master has a woman whom he loves deeply.
Many times, Master would stare at a portrait alone in a daze. The painting had lost all ink and was blurry, but Master still refused to take it away.
After Xiaojiu got started, she was brought here several times by the master, and only a few of us knew that the woman the master was thinking of was this Uncle Jiang. "
Jiu Wu paused, laughed twice, and asked by voice:
"If this really happens, nephew, what gift do you want to give the master?"
Li Changshou said with a smile: "The things my disciples are good at are nothing more than pills and drinks."
Jiu Wu immediately winked, "My teacher has a high level of cultivation, and he has kept himself clean for so many years, so there is no need for those things!"
"Oh?" Li Changshou blinked, "Hearing what the uncle said, it seems that the uncle has not kept himself clean
Uncle Jiu Shi, don't draw your sword! "
"Why!"
Jiu Wu was startled, and jumped out in one step, jumping straight into the lake with lightning speed.
Jiu Wu turned his head to look, but saw Li Changshou standing alone under the willow tree, and his Taoist couple were more than ten feet away, on the surface accompanying his juniors and sisters to 'appreciate' the paintings, secretly observing the movement of the back mountain.
Jiu Wu glared at Li Changshou, his eyes full of resentment.
The short Taoist came out of the lake in desperation, knocked off the water stains on his Taoist robe, stomped his feet, and cursed aloud: "I knew I was cheating on you!"
Li Changshou looked at the sky calmly, and said with a smile: "Master, do you have a ghost in your heart
Could it be that he went to find the fox demon that was pinned outside the mountain gate? "
"Go, don't stain my innocence for nothing!"
Jiu Wu put his hands in his sleeves and scolded angrily:
"When I treat you, Uncle Shi, the sun and the moon can learn from it, the world can prove it, and there is absolutely no second heart!
Cough, let's talk about something serious.
Longevity, my senior sister heard that Uncle Jiang has many friends outside...
You said, among these people, will there be... Well, just... It's not very good to say that.
As disciples, we are a little worried that some people will suddenly appear who will compete with Master and be jealous.
That will definitely affect the master's state of mind in cultivating the Tao, and the master is about to cross the catastrophe. In such a situation, it is best to avoid it as soon as possible. "
Li Changshou said seriously: "I will ask my master about this later, so don't worry about my uncle."
Jiu Wu hurriedly said: "Then I will trouble Martial Nephew Changshou."
"This is just a trivial matter," Li Changshou said, "Master, I also have something to ask you."
"Oh? But it doesn't matter."
Li Changshou took out a scroll of letters from his bosom, stuffed it directly into Jiuwu's bosom, and said in a low voice:
"Here are some small suggestions for Master Uncle Wangqing.
After all, my master has a thin face, so it is better for the man to take the initiative in this matter. "
Jiu Wu's eyes lit up, and he put the slip of paper into the treasure pouch sewn in his sleeve without any trace.
The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
"What are you two muttering about?"
Jiu Shi greeted from behind, "Wu Wu is here, how about taking a look at this painting
I want to exchange it with Lingshi, take it back and decorate it in our room. "
Jiu Wu agreed, and immediately slipped back.
Li Changshou said loudly:
"The paintings here are all made by the disciples who practiced their pens when they were bored on weekdays. If the master and uncle are interested, they can take it for themselves."
Master Wangqing's seventh disciple, Jiu Qi, laughed beside him and said, "This level is just practice. Nephew, do you have any great paintings? Show them to us to open our eyes."
Li Changshou shook his head with a smile.
Jiuwu smiled and said, "Seventh Junior Brother, don't ask too much about this, you must never see the Dacheng paintings of Senior Nephew Changshou!"
Jiu Qi suddenly became interested, and asked Jiu Wu for a while.
Li Changshou didn't say much by the side.
In fact, the Dacheng paintings that Uncle Jiu Wu knows are only "Hundred Beauty Old Queen Picture" and "Baimei Old Old Picture", which can be regarded as small accomplishments.
Now, he still has more energy!
Without warning, a faint cry came from the bottom of Li Changshou's heart...
"Is the Sea God here... Sea God... Fellow Daoist... Maybe I heard..."
Um
The shouting was intermittent, and the 'signal' was very weak.
Li Changshou tucked his left hand in his sleeve, and immediately pinched his fingers to calculate. A piece of divine thought followed the sound and landed on a certain statue he was called to.
Li Changshou was also taken aback when he first arrived at the statue.
This is not a 'genuine Poseidon statue'.
This place is a coastal fishing village, where a statue is enshrined. On the statue are written two large characters—Sea God...
But here, it can also be regarded as a place where he collects incense and merit, and this statue is also related to him.
Such a simple statue is not counted among the more than 23,600 statues he has at this time.
But on second thought, being able to directly startle him, the Sea God himself, in this kind of place, and even send the shout into the bottom of my heart...
The person who shouts is no small matter.
Li Changshou stared at the statue in front of him with his spiritual sense. The Taoist, who looked familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen him before, scrutinized the statue for a while.
This person is tall and thin, wearing a loose light yellow Taoist robe, tied with a common Taoist hairpin, and his two palms are like cattail fans. The overall temperament gives people a sense of carefree and elegant.
He has a strange face, a wide and long forehead, and slender eyes, which are somewhat similar to the eyes of his second sect master, Ao Yi...
Moreover, this person exudes a faint coercion, and there is a little back-to-basics mysterious Taoist rhyme...
In terms of cultivation, he is definitely a master.
The old man clasped his hands again and shouted: "Sea God, Poseidon, can you hear it? Has the Sea God come?"
A mortal aunt with a bamboo basket happened to pass by, and couldn't help reminding:
"You old man is so strange, why are you yelling at the Poseidon statue
Here we are just a small statue invited back, if you really want to worship the Sea God, go to the big temple in the city to win! "
"Hey, thanks for the reminder, thanks for the reminder."
The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and drove directly towards the nearest big city.
The passing aunt couldn't help being startled, the bamboo basket on her wrist fell to the ground and fell to the ground...
Old salted fish.