Konoha's Professional Raven Breeder

Chapter 101

Kunlun Mountains

an old man

A middle-aged solemn uncle

A young man with a sword

look at each other

the next three saints

Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing.

Corresponding to a person's life, from young to old.

Yuanshi Tianzun has been like this since he took shape, "Brother, why do I feel like I'm missing something?"

Daode Tianzun also felt the same way, "I feel like I'm missing two things."

Only the master Tongtian of the later generations wielded his Qingping sword, "I don't feel that way, two brothers, shall we go to the Zixiao Palace?"

Daode Tianzun nodded, "Of course, the words of the sage are the way of heaven. If you can be his disciple, it must be great."

Shangqing is impatient, "Then let's go?"

"What the third brother said is reasonable. If you arrive first, it will not lose our etiquette."

"Okay, let's go then."

……

Sea of ​​blood

It was a good place, a place no one would want to come to except one.

Old Ancestor Minghe, he was the one who benefited the most from the dragon and phoenix battle.Most of the blood and evil spirits had nowhere to go, and were collected by him in the sea of ​​blood.

Train millions of blood drops, as long as there is one escape, you can be reborn.

Sounds like Kesha.

But he is ugly and cannot be compared with my Queen Keisha.

"Sages, I should go! Forget about going, let's leave 50 blood drops."

……

North Sea
Kunpeng, he is the best at traveling. He heard the sage preaching, so he couldn't sit still and went straight to the outer sky.

……

sun star

Two three-legged golden crows gradually take shape
Demon Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi.

"Second brother, now that the battle between the dragon and the phoenix is ​​over and the world is in chaos, I have an idea to set up a heavenly court so that all the prehistoric clans will be called demons. Do you think it's okay?"

"Brother is very bold, but my cultivation base is weak now. The saint preaches in the sky outside the sky. I have the accompanying Lingbao Donghuang Bell to ensure that I arrive safely."

……

Eastern Continent
A red-clothed Taoist dragged the green-clothed Taoist beside him unhurriedly, "Zhen Yuanzi, slow down, don't worry, my escape method will not be slower than anyone else's."

Zhen Yuanzi was in a state of confusion, "Red Cloud! Can you be more serious? The sage is preaching, what should I do if the seat is full?"

Hong Yun smiled freely, "I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost. Don't worry, I'll give you the position first."

"You, you!"

……

Bu Zhou Shan

The two half-snake-bodied supernatural beings looked at each other and wanted to take the wind and go away, to be a disciple of a saint in Zixiao Palace 33 days away.

Suddenly an old turtle, carrying a stone tablet, appeared from the river that day.

Fuxi took a closer look, and the way can be accomplished.

This is Turtle Clan Zhibao River Tuluoshu.

"Thank you fellow daoist for the gift, if you need it in the future, please speak up."

……

western barrens
Two curly-haired Taoists in ragged clothes were running away, and they were chasing a white tiger behind them.

"Second brother! Why are you messing with him!? Don't you know he is my western auspicious spirit beast?!"

"I don't want to either! I just said that you are destined for me and he will bite me!"

Jieyin and Zhun mentioned death did not know why.

But we can know that back then, the first thing that Demon Ancestor Luohu said when he saw the white tiger was, you are destined to be with my demon clan.

Then it was controlled, and it was not until the end of the dragon and phoenix war that it just regained its wisdom.

In the end, there were two more bastards. As soon as they saw me, they said that they were destined for each other, so what are you waiting for if I don't do it?
"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! Six clean bamboos! Go! Brother Dao, let's go!"

Poor spirit root, the first time the top ten spirit roots appeared, it was to escape.

After all this tossing, Jieyin and Zhunti were a step behind everyone.

at the foot of Buzhou Mountain

The twelve ancestor witches looked at each other, and finally looked at Houtu, the youngest sister. Gong Gong, the ancestor witch of water, said, "Sister, shall we go? The ancestor witch has no soul and can't understand."

Houtu is the youngest but also the most sensible. "A sage's footsteps are also the thoughts of my father and god. If I don't go here, wouldn't it be a loss of etiquette?"

As the eldest brother, Di Jiang said, "Well, the younger sister's words are polite, and I should also go to celebrate the saint. As for whether I understand or not, let's talk about it. Anyway, it won't delay my cultivation, right?"

"Well, I listen to my brother."

Zu Wu's temperament is simple and straightforward, and he must do what needs to be done now, and he can't delay anything if he acts vigorously and resolutely.

Outside the 33 heavens, there are two groups of people, the first to arrive, one is the Sanqing, they are superb in Taoism and they are Pangu Yuanshen, they have merit and virtue to protect the body, so they are naturally the fastest.

The second team is the twelve ancestral witches. Although they don't have primordial spirits, their bodies are extremely powerful, and the so-called chaotic wind is like scratching an itch.

When the two teams met, they were all of Pangu blood and should be close. The smallest Shangqing thought so, the biggest Taiqing thought so, and even the Twelve Ancestral Witches thought so.

But Yuqing suddenly snorted coldly, "Is a vulgar person worthy of Pan Gu's blood?"

As soon as these words came out, the grumpy Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately turned serious with a serious smile on their faces, and turned to furious strikes, especially Gonggong, "What? What kind of bird are you? You claim to be authentic Pangu? Even the place where you live is the same You deserve to be with outsiders!"

This is the end of the sentence, and the two of them scolded a group of people with both sentences.

The Sanqing family is close, they are brothers, seeing this, Shangqing took out the Qingping sword and wanted to teach Gonggong to be a man.

Taiqing, who was the most stable, also compared a picture of Tai Chi in his robe.

But suddenly, Zixiao Palace opened.

The two little boys smiled faintly, "Welcome all senior brothers, please don't make any big moves outside the Daozu Dojo."

Houtu stepped forward to hold Gonggong, shook his head, and signaled no.

Shangqing also put away his sword, the saint's face must be given.

Seeing the easing of the situation, the virgin Yao Chi gestured, "Please come in."

The first group just went in, and the second group arrived.

It is Kunpeng, Emperor Jun Taiyi, and Nuwa Fuxi.

Entering the main hall above Zixiao Palace, the seven purple futons are very eye-catching.

The rest are all white, these seven are at the front, but are purple, and any fool knows the difference.

Sanqing took the first three seats without hesitation.

Immediately after, Kunpeng performed a trick of Apparatus, and sat on the fourth futon.

The Taiyi vibrated the Eastern Emperor's Bell, and Zhu's elder brother Dijun sat on the fifth futon.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Fuxi urged Hetu Luoshu to send Nuwa to the sixth futon.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Houtu, what do you mean, little sister, are you going?

Houtu smiled and shook his head.

I found a corner seat and was about to sit down, but saw the seventh purple futon flashing, and changed its position with the futon under the back soil.

People have arrived one after another

Nuwa looked at her brother guiltily, "Brother, why don't you sit down?"

Fuxi smiled and shook his head, "You can sit down."

Sanqing meditated with his eyes closed and didn't care about world affairs, but Yuqing hated these furry and horned people the most, those who had hatched from wet eggs, secretly shot out a cloud of spiritual energy, and headed towards the nearest Kunpeng.

Taiqing Shangqing frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Kunpeng has never been in samadhi, and with a short body, he escaped the plot and glared at Yuqing.

But he didn't dare to make any moves. How could he hit three of them with one?

However, Di Jun, who was behind Kunpeng, suffered a lot from it. He staggered and fell off the futon.

At this moment, I heard a frivolous voice and thought, "Hey! Don't rush, don't rush, I can't stop!"

With a flash of red light, a Taoist man in red sat on Di Jun's seat just now, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll get up right away."

Di Jun's expression softened slightly, Hong Yun was about to get up, when he saw an old man with long beard, carrying Dao Yun, appearing in the center of the hall, full of force.

Di Jun had no choice but to give up, but he held a grudge against Yuqing.

I have a good impression of Hong Yun, "You can sit here, but you owe me a favor."

"Hey, okay, I'll definitely help you if something happens."

Hong Yun was easy-going, and sat down without hesitation.

"See Saints."

"Well, this sermon is 3000 years old..."

Just as Hongjun started to talk, he saw two curly and copper-colored people in ragged clothes rushing in.

"See saints, see saints! I'm from the barren lands of the west, and this dress makes you laugh."

"Brother, I've been waiting for a long time! It's all my fault that I shouldn't provoke that beast. I didn't expect me to be so barren in the west that I didn't even have a place to sit. I also made the eyes of saints dirty. I just crashed into the hall and died." !"

The crying acting skills, Oscar winners, and Golden Horse awards all have to stand aside.

Hong Yun was deeply moved, "Well, this Taoist brother, why don't I give it to you?"

The Hongchen guests who came after, and those who had already taken their seats, all thought Hongyun was a fool, and looked at him with strange eyes.

Zhunti saw the timing, and even knelt down to thank Hongyun, "Thank you fellow daoist!" Then he sat on the purple futon without stopping.

Hongjun just closed his eyes and said nothing, without organization.

The West owes a little bit of karma, and it should have produced two saints.

But there was no place to receive him, and he was already kneeling on the spot and howling.

Suddenly he saw Kunpeng, "Hmph! Is this Xiaoxiao worthy to sit with Senior Brother Sanqing?"

Taiqing and Shangqing actually didn't take it seriously at all, one was cultivating inaction, and the other was addicted to accepting apprentices.

But Yuqing went to her heart and snorted coldly, "A person with fur and horns, a person born from wet eggs, is also worthy to sit with me? Go down!"

Zhunti saw the right time and urged six pure bamboos to seal Kunpeng's six senses, so that Yuqing succeeded directly this time and knocked Kunpeng off the futon.

Jie Yin's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to sit down, he heard a solemn and solemn voice, "It's really presumptuous to use evil tricks and black hands in my elder brother's Zixiao Palace. Then I must mention that since someone is willing to give you a seat, you can sit down." Receive the guide and retreat to the main hall, Di Jiang, come here and sit here."

Dijiang:? ? ? ?

I also don't understand what I'm doing up here?
But this voice is too familiar to everyone here, today's prehistoric No. 1, Taishan reincarnation sage Swain.

Who dares to disobey?What's more, what they said is right, is it because you are not giving face when you take action in the saint's dojo?
Receiving the trouble, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Competent for mercy, I am poor in the west, and there are only two of us waiting, please let me sit down!"

Di Jiang didn't move, of course he didn't like those two curly hairs very much, what kind of thing did they look like, and he burned his head with curly hair.

And don't want any face.

So I asked aloud, "That Taishan reincarnation saint, I don't have a soul, maybe I don't understand it well, I'm afraid I'm being rude to the saint."

It can be heard that he is very careful and respectful. After all, Swain is also a descendant of Pangu, and he is still his elder in terms of time.

"Needless to say, the reception, if you want to die, crash into the hall immediately, you will be late! Giving you a seat is the limit of my patience! Di Jiang, you are the first to arrive, come and sit down That."

The general trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can be reversed.

I left only one saint in the west, but I want to see how you deal with it.

Having said so much, Jieyin didn't dare to say anything more, but sat gloomyly on the white futon in the main hall.

Di Jiang got up and sat down where Kunpeng had just been.

From the beginning to the end, Daoist Hongjun didn't say a word.

It also made everyone understand that this Taishan sage has status.

"Everything is seated, and it will be used as a seat in the future, and it cannot be changed."

Then the boring preaching time began. Swain conjured up a rocking chair and ordered Yaochi Haotian to bring melons, fruits, pears, peaches, etc., smiling, looking at Tian who didn't know what was going on.

Kunpeng completely hated those curly hairs in the west, Yuqing, Hongyun, and Swain.

Of course, Hong Yun can vent her grievances here.

He can't afford to mess with the rest.

(End of this chapter)