My brother is so stable

Li Changshou smiled, and casually threw the Yuantu sword in his hand aside, bumping into Qing Niu's arms.

"Senior Brother, this sword is in your custody for the time being. You are kind-hearted, elegant, prudent, and calm, so you will not use this sword to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Also, the iron fan lacks the magic weapon to protect the body, so remember to show it! "

After saying that, Li Changshou blinked at Qingniu, his figure turned into a stream of water, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

On the top of Qingniu's head are two capitalized ignorance.

But after all, it was a saint's mount, and it had a "jianghu status" similar to that of Wuyun Daxian and other seven immortals who accompanied him. At this moment, he reacted in time and bowed to Li Changshou's escape direction again and again.

Tie Fan sat there on his knees and was stunned for a while, tilting his head slightly, unable to calm himself down.

Qingniu chuckled, squatted beside her, and handed over the Yuantu sword.

The silver-haired girl frowned slightly, then snorted softly, turned her head away, one corner of her mouth puffed up, and there was a little stubbornness on her pretty face.

Qingniu scratched his head for a while, had no choice but to put the Yuantu sword in his arms, touched his nose ring for a while, took out two two-inch long and short cattail fans from his belt, and whispered:

"Can you use this to defend yourself first? It's also a good baby.

They are the fans given to me by the old lord. This is Yin, which can fan out the Xuanfeng of the Taiyin, and can fan the golden fairy tens of thousands of miles away at once, and it is specially designed to overcome the magic weapon of the fire department.

This one belongs to Yang and can fan out the fire of Zhiyang. It is one of the few treasures that can restrain my nose ring.

Which one do you use..."

"Thank you, but there's no need, you and I are neither relatives nor friends."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, just like Senior Brother Chang Geng said, take everything slowly, just treat it as a loan from you, hehe."

"No."

"Do you want one, why don't you take a look at these? I have more than ten kinds of treasures refined by Laojun here."

From the side, Master Taiyi and Bai Ze looked at each other, the latter's eyes were full of smiles, while the former looked at the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield in his hand, inexplicably wanting to bump into it.

At this moment, Li Changshou, who had escaped tens of thousands of miles, caught this scene with his immortal consciousness, and the corner of his mouth twitched, and he sighed...

really.

Li Changshou recalled his scheming this time, dealing with Patriarch Styx and Hong Lian, probably six levels of scheming.

For Lao Niu's happy life, he has calculated more than ten layers!

If the teacher doesn't give himself some rewards, it's absolutely unreasonable!

This time the word "go" can get at least eight points for ten points, right?Literally.

Before leaving Netherworld, Li Changshou rushed to Fengdu City.

He handed over the remaining soul of the orb magic weapon to Yan Jun, and deliberately kept the scholar who had "balanced" with the ancestor of Styx, thinking whether it would be useful later.

Li Changshou went to thank the four Lords of Yan again, and learned that those resentful souls who had been dreamed by mirages were placed outside the city, so he drove over to visit them.

This time, the remnants of ancestor Styx can be successfully dealt with, thanks to the efforts of these resentful souls.

The Daoist Paper that Li Changshou sent to ask Yan Jun for help had already made it clear that these resentful souls are fine if they fall asleep in their dreams, and pouring Mengpo soup in their dreams will not affect the six realms of reincarnation.

However, just as Li Changshou was about to show up in front of the sleeping resentful souls all over the mountains and plains, three figures floated over talking and laughing.

But Bian Zhuang was thinking about the beautiful female resentful soul, a special product of the underworld, and insisted on coming to see it, so he invited Lingzhu, a "frequent guest of the underworld" as a tour guide, and got out of the Heavenly Soldiers Camp...

Ao Yi chased up to look at Bian Zhuang, not out of accident to play.

He is also a very responsible general of the Heavenly Court.

These three guys obviously also found the wraiths sleeping all over the mountains and plains; Bian Zhuang looked back and forth, constantly admiring, and criticized many beautiful female wraiths.

The corner of Li Changshou's mouth twitched, he said a few words to the three of them, and drove away directly.

"I wanted to find you, but I didn't expect you to come.

These resentful souls who entered the dream have helped the Taoist sect a lot, so the three of you will recite the sutras for me here to wash away their resentment and help them enter the six realms of reincarnation.

Do it within a month. "

Ao Yi, Bian Zhuang, and Ling Zhuzi couldn't help but froze in place, a small autumn wind blew behind them, accompanied by two fallen leaves that were swept away.

……

Li Changshou didn't delay too much. He left the Netherworld, followed the Tianzhu straight to the Nine Heavens, and then rushed along the Tianmu to Taiqing Temple.

He is the upright god of the heavenly court, so he will not be hindered by the power of the heavenly dao on the edge of the heavenly court, and he has found the small Taoist temple above the nine heavens without any hindrance.

After bowing outside the gate of the Taoist temple, Li Changshou said loudly:

"Disciple longevity, pay homage to the teacher, and come here to ask for instructions on how to deal with Honglian!"

That familiar, old voice sounded: "Enter... that's it."

Li Changshou pushed open the wooden door, lifted the hem of his Taoist robe, and lowered his head to enter. He wanted to worship again, but he was pushed onto the futon next to the skinny old man with the word 'sit'.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Taiqing Saint's mouth...

This should be a laugh, Li Changshou has seen it before.

Lao Tzu asked, "How do you want to deal with it?"

Li Changshou hurriedly said: "The disciple felt that it would count as much as the power of the red lotus that could be retained by destroying the remnant soul of Nei Minghe, so he gave the karma-obstructed red lotus to Uncle Tongtian.

It's just that the disciple doesn't know how to explain it to the second uncle. "

Lao Tzu nodded slowly, and began to think about it, as if he was thinking about how to stop his two younger brothers from arguing.

Li Changshou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that what he thought did not violate the teacher's original...intention...

and many more!

The teacher started thinking! ?

Li Changshou tightly pursed his lips, looking at his teacher who had closed his eyes at this time, his heart twitched.

So, after eighteen rounds of day and night...

"longevity?"

"Brother, the disciple is here!"