Fast Time Travel: My Host Show

Chapter 212 Your fairy script is online (1) [insert a wave here]

Qi Ling turned the pages of the book, lines of words came into view, and after that, she felt that she had entered another world.

The man came with a smile on his face, with black hair in a high bun, held only by a jade hairpin. He was wearing a moonlight robe, and he was full of elegance and elegance.

"What is the reason why the God Emperor came here today?" The woman lay casually among the flowers and plants, her voice was lazily casual.

"The little god took the liberty to come here, did he bother the emperor?"

The emperor bowed his hands and lowered his head, his arrogance from just now subsided, only awe.

Although Emperor Chi is the god emperor and the head of the gods, he is just a small god in front of the woman in front of him.

"The God Emperor knows he's bothering you, so why ask me?"

Choked by the woman's words, the emperor shyly withdrew his bowing hand.

"The Holy Meeting of Accepting Disciples is coming soon, does the Emperor have any disciples he likes?"

"This seat has never been interested in accepting apprentices, so go back!"

The woman's answer was already expected by Di Chi, he was just here for a formality.

"Little God, leave."

As the emperor left, the originally lazy and casual woman seemed to think of something, suddenly got up, and appeared in the palace with a teleportation.

After searching, I finally found a dusty book under the table, and there was a boxy table footprint on it.

Qi Ling looked at the boxy table footprints in shock, isn't it the same as the one in her hand?

She also said why there was a pattern on the cover, she thought it was the seal of a famous teacher.

It turns out that this is a table footprint!

Qi Ling opened the book in his hand, the scene just now was just as recorded in the book.

The god emperor——Di Chi invites the emperor——Xuan Ling to participate in the holy gathering of accepting disciples once every ten thousand years.

Then... Qi Ling's eyes widened. Then, Xuan Ling found a book on the table and took in an apprentice according to the plot in the book. This apprentice was named Fan Yu.

Qi Ling rubbed his eyes, sniffed his nose, so coquettish?
Immortals are too good at playing, right?
I'm so angry. Have you ever asked Fan Yu if the cute little girl would like to be your apprentice?
It's simply cheating and deceitful.

"Apprentice?" Xuan Ling propped his head, thinking for a while, "It seems very interesting."

Qi Ling: My little fanyu is not for you to play with!

Then, Qi Ling witnessed what the heroine's aura is.

Xuan Ling is dressed in white, with black hair like a waterfall, and she is as airy as a fairy... Bah!Xuan Ling was originally a god, and even if she were not an immortal, she would be sorry for her status as an emperor.

In short, Xuanling has a shining halo that blinds the 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, and flies away in the clouds.

The clouds float again, without you showing off.

Luo Yugu's aura gathered today, attracting countless demons and ghosts to watch. They sharpened their knives and rushed to face them.

"Son, dad is here, look at me."

An old man with gray hair and beard, sunken eye sockets, leaving only two eyeballs outside.

The old man stood at the forefront of the crowd, his two protruding eyeballs staring at the gradually gathering aura, sparkling.

The way of heaven treated him well, and in his lifetime, he could actually witness the birth of his own son with his own eyes.

"Old man, what are you looking at? This is my daughter."

"Grandma Meng, why are you here to join in the fun, let's go back to your stagnant glutinous rice balls on the bridge!"

The old man and Po Meng have always been at odds, and the reason can be traced back 5000 years.

Every time the old man met a Meng Po, Meng Po always wanted to follow his son, and, every time, they couldn't get anyone.

"Damn ghost, you're an eighteenth-tier ghost, and you still want to grab things from my first-tier Meng Po. Do you still want to hang out in the underworld?"

"Bah! You're ashamed to say you're a front-line guy, but I'm too embarrassed to say I know you."

"Damn ghost, you are looking for death."

"Matchmaker, I've been dead for tens of thousands of years, why do I want to die? It's you, after all these years, your stagnant glutinous rice balls are still hard to describe."

Chirping, chirping, the two of them were fighting like crazy, stabbing each other's hearts, but they had completely ignored the spiritual fetus.

The six worlds of gods, immortals, humans, underworld, demons, and demons, except the human world where they get married and have children, the demon world where they grow naturally, and the fairy world where they come from pure cultivation, the creatures in the other three worlds all come from spirit fetuses.

A spiritual fetus is rare, and a spiritual fetus that can gather spiritual energy by itself is even rarer. Such a sought-after spiritual fetus naturally attracts many coveters.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and an old banyan tree swayed towards the position of the spiritual fetus.

"Get out of the way, my husband, who of you dares to covet, I will fight you desperately."

Po Meng, Gui Cha and all the spirits were stunned on the spot. I can’t afford to offend the old banyan tree spirit! I can’t afford to offend him!

Since the birth of Luoyu Valley, the old banyan tree has grown here. After thousands of years of spiritual nourishment and cultivation, it has been entrenched in Luoyu Valley.

Today, the entire Luoyu Valley is the territory of the old banyan tree.

A hardcore boss suddenly appeared here, and the hot chick left quickly.

Just when everyone thought that the spiritual fetus had fallen into the arms of the old banyan tree, a voice came from a distance.

"This is my disciple, you are so presumptuous."

Without waiting for the owner of the voice to show up, all the spirits left the scene quickly, including the overlord's old banyan tree.

Don't care who the other party is, anyway, they can't hold back this coercion.

The spiritual energy was still gathering, and it was faintly visible that there was a small figure in the spiritual mist. In the end, all the spiritual energy was absorbed into that small body.

The little boy appeared in the center of the spiritual mist, dressed in thin white clothes, with black hair draped softly on his shoulders, and bright black eyes.

(End of this chapter)