One hundred and ninetieth chapters, the old events of the shrine, the old people of the gods

"Let go! So many people are watching!" Zhong Guanyuan struggled for a while, but he couldn't get rid of the thick reinforced arms, and his face turned red when he was pinched. en8.

At this time, a few people came in, wearing robes of mysterious, white, and yellow colors. The style of this robe 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 similar. They all look like ordinary people, but there is always an obscure aura around them that makes them elusive.

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, slightly different from the current human clan, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of stern colors. Standing so casually, there is a feeling of overriding all living beings and intimidating all directions.

Chongxi is a big man with red hair and red eyes. He squinted and looked a little reluctant, but he let go of Zhong Guanyuan: "Why are you so slow?"

The girl in the yellow skirt laughed when she heard this, she looked bright and lively, but her natural sense of superiority was no less than that of the woman in black clothes: "You are running too fast, I just discussed it with Sister Ji. Are you trying to persuade the tyrant to change his mind by using the method of falling into a dream, but I didn't expect you to disappear as soon as you turn around."

Entering a dream, this method is quite common among ancient gods, and is generally used for the communication of gods and men. Shinto is somewhat different from the current Taoism. The current Taoism has already had a great influence on the mortal world, and a fight may cause serious consequences in the mortal world. But 100,000 years ago, gods and humans were far apart, and mortals couldn’t see where gods were. One of them is that the gods take the initiative to enter the dream and inform specific people of all kinds of 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 obeyed the rules of the ancient gods.

"It was Zhong Guanyuan who ran first! I was worried that he had chased after him!" Chongxi put all the blame on Zhong Guanyuan in a few words.

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The man in white was a rather gentle and shy boy. He didn't argue with the crowd. He ran to Zhong Guanyuan in a few steps and asked in a low voice, "Master Zhong, are you alright?"

Zhong Guanyuan was sitting in the sea of ​​clouds and coughing. He patted the boy in white on the head, with an expression of old consolation on his face: "I'm still good-natured, I've lived up to the grace of my upbringing, hey, if Chongxi's temper is half as good as yours, I can die. Close your eyes."

"Is Master Zhong dying?" Ji Yihe asked nervously.

"Hahaha, Yihe, don't believe that guy, he can make up better than anyone else!" The girl in the yellow skirt burst out laughing, and then bowed her hands towards Yun Qing, "By the way, just now, Master Zhong has disturbed a few fellow Taoists. Xuanyuan apologizes for him here, and I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Don't be too polite, I was the one who startled Daoist Fellow Zhong." Yun Qing said gently, "Presumably a few fellow Daoists are direct descendants of Shinto?"

The girl in the yellow dress was full of smiles, she said, "Yes, in the next Xuanyuanjun, it is the descendant of the Yellow Emperor. en8. The one in black is Sister Ji..."

"Ji Lerong, descendant of Emperor Xuan." The woman in black continued her words lightly.

The boy in white hurriedly straightened his clothes and stood up straight. At this moment, his expression was calm and solemn, and he also looked like a decent person: "Ji Yihe, descendant of Emperor Bai."

"I'm Chongxi!" The red-haired, red-eyed big man said in a voice like a bell. He patted his chest and said, "The descendants of Emperor Chi are also!"

These four people 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?

The idea of ​​Yun Qing was hurriedly denied by Zhong Guanyuan: "I am a mortal, and I 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 growing up..." Ji Yihe looked like a solid-minded child, he added in a low voice. Yun Qing remembered that several of the descendants of the Red Emperor she had met in Beihai had also mentioned 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'm barely a clerk in the Holy Land. I didn't expect that this time, the Saint of the Immortal Dao gave Shen Dao face so much that he called me too."

As he spoke, he wrapped the golden ring back around again, Ji Yihe reached out to help him lift his hair, and served him honestly. At first glance, it seemed like he was doing chores 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 teacher and a junior. But listening to Zhong Guanyuan's own words, he felt that there was a bit of a monarch-subject relationship between them. But looking at Xuanyuanjun and Chongxi's indifference to him, it seems that they are quite equal to each other, and there is no difference between them. He is also a teacher, a minister, and a friend. This Zhong Guanyuan's position in Shinto is definitely not ordinary.

"Cough, I'll go back first if it's all right." Song Liyou watched eagerly for a while and was about to leave. He was always smiling, and he didn't know what was on his mind.

He said this to Yun Qing, and it seemed to the Shinto people that they had to ask Yun Qing's consent before they dared to leave.

Yun Qing smiled at him gently, this was Song Liyou's statement, she followed the other party's meaning and replied, "Go, if there is anything, please call me."

"Ahaha, goodbye fellow Daoist..." Zhong Guanyuan waved goodbye to Song Liyou with a smirk, then turned around and said to the goddesses with respected status, "Then we should just find a place to stay."

"Whatever." Ji Lerong was still lukewarm.

"Master Zhong, you can decide." Ji Yihe seemed to be quite dependent on Zhong Guanyuan.

"Let's go, I think that big pond is good!" Xuanyuan Jun rushed out happily.

"You know the shit, I'll look at the cloud platform!" Chongxi stretched out his hand to pull her, but Xuanyuanjun slipped away.

A few people walked to the depths of the sea of ​​​​clouds, and Zhong Guanyuan suddenly couldn't hang on his face: "Fellow Daoist laughed, uh, I'll go to their side first, otherwise there will be trouble again."

"Please." Yun Qing controlled the sea of ​​​​fire and the bone horse to make way. She stared at Zhong Guanyuan and rushed out to chase the few Shinto disciples who had run away. After looking at it for a long time, she didn't see anything wrong.

Yun Qing felt that Zhong Guanyuan was too ordinary, from his breath to his words and deeds, it was a little abnormal.

The people who came to watch the ceremony this time were all talented people in the world. Zhong Guanyuan was like a mule mixed into the horses, which was very conspicuous. He said that he was doing errands "in the palace", and this time he was accompanying a few gods to watch the ceremony, but Yun Qing did not think that Taiqing would invite someone who was completely useless here. Also, his attitude was very strange when he saw himself just now. At the beginning, he shouted to take a look at Huang Quan, and when he saw it, he ran away screaming. This is really...

Yun Qing didn't feel that he was so scary that people would scare away at a glance.

"Let's go, let's choose a place to stay and then talk about it." Yun Qing reminded Su Xin and Lin Jun through voice transmission, "I am afraid that in the past few days, I will be making friends with people from various Dao Lineages, and my brothers and sisters need to be prepared. "

"Ah, okay." Lin Jun was still thinking about the few living Shinto successors just now, and it probably felt the same as those who hadn't seen the direct line of magic for tens of thousands of years.

"Understood." Su Xin replied briefly, "The aura of those Shinto people just now was so strange, they looked like ordinary people, but they couldn't see through it. I don't know 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.

Su Xin felt a strange sense of familiarity the moment she heard these words, Huang Quan's tone was too similar to that of a sage of magic.

- "You can all go down this road without distractions, because all the layout calculations will be done by me."

This is the promise made by that sage to all the disciples of the Demon Dao, but when Yun Qing said it, it always felt a little... unreal.

"Yeah." Su Xin replied lightly, keeping up with Yun Qing's white-boned horse and walking towards the depths of the misty fairyland.

On the other side, Zhong Guanyuan managed to settle all the gods. He let out a long breath and walked out of the cloud tower, rubbing his sore neck, wondering what he had done to meet these ancestors. .

He left the Cloud Tower and was about to look around, but when he looked up, he saw an unexpected person: "Why are you here?"

The visitor is dressed in layers of white clothes, complicated and dignified, with white hair reaching the ground. His face is soft, but his tone is 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 again, I really can't get in."

"You know what I'm going to say before I even say it?" The Saint of the Immortal Dao's tone became more and more bad.

Zhong Guanyuan smirked: "That's because you haven't asked anything other than the shrine in all these years, and I'm going to vomit from your questioning."

"I'm going to ask something else now." Xiandao sage stared at him, but Zhong Guanyuan only moved a few steps back awkwardly, but he was not affected by Shengwei.

Zhong Guanyuan smirked "hehe" for a while: "Aren't you quite able to count yourself?"

"No matter how much you can count, it can't be compared to someone who has experienced that period of history." The Saint of the Immortal Dao said indifferently.

Zhong Guanyuan stood stiffly in the same place, kneeling in his heart for this shameless man, he almost yelled: "What a mess, that's not the case! Don't keep talking about this nonsense, hurry up if you want to ask. !"

The saint of immortality had expected him to be like this, so he asked his question unhurriedly: "What is written in the book of heaven?"

This time Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded, and he said doubtfully, "I've written everything, don't you mean the book that knows everything?"

"It's not this." The Saint of the Immortal Dao raised his hand, and the back of his hand was covered with light blue lines, "What is written on that piece of tortoise shell, specifically, what are those words?"

Zhong Guanyuan was dumbfounded again: "How did you do it to yourself!"

"You just need to tell me what I wrote." The Saint of the Immortal Dao calmly retracted his hand and tucked it into his sleeve.

Zhong Guanyuan really scolded him now: "Are you sick? Do you think I wrote everything with words? Maybe it was painted by Qingdi himself. Now you ask me, what is this? How do you want me to answer? Do you even have to explain why Emperor Qing has drawn these strokes!?"

"Has the Qing Emperor ever written this thing before?" The Saint of the Immortal Dao then asked, and he comforted him reasonably, "You can seriously recall it for a while, and I will open this Immortal Ascension Conference when you remember it.

Zhong Guanyuan pondered for a while, and then raised his head as if he remembered something. He suddenly said, "I forgot."

The Saint of the Immortal Dao looked at him for a long time, but the face that was mostly covered by the golden ring always maintained a hypocritical smirk, and there was no flaw at all.

"You have a seed." The saint of Xiandao dropped four words coldly, and the figure disappeared in front of him instantly.

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