The Three Princesses of Nezha

Ling Zhuzi lowered her eyes to look at her sleeves, pursed her lips, and her heart beat wildly, she didn't want this kind of limelight!

"Fellow Daoist, your disciple is indeed very interesting. I am one of the three Qings, Shangqing Tongtian." It was Tongtian who spoke, and he smiled at the Lingzhu by the way, but he did not hide his interest. "These two are my brothers."

Seeing this, Nuwa glanced at the Lingzhu and said, "Nuwa, I have seen three fellow Taoists."

Everyone exchanged names and greeted each other, and from a certain angle, they diverted their attention.

The time is 1000 years, which is still very early.

There are not many people like this in the prehistoric world, Lingzhuzi was relieved, and swore that she, absolutely, would practice sound transmission well in the future.

Lingzhuzi sat behind Nuwa, and then received Fuxi's sight.

In this regard, Lingzhuzi said, who am I, where am I, and what have I done?

By all accounts, she did nothing.

Ok……

No problem!

Then Lingzhu tilted his head to avoid Fuxi's gaze, Fuxi sighed, his heart was a little complicated, but finally melted into a sigh, which was connivance.

But for Lingzhuzi's actions, I have to say that Fuxi's heart is also warm.

Everyone knows that there must be a chance to be present on the futon, but it is a bit decisive to think so.

If it wasn't for the Zixiao Palace here, I'm afraid it would be the target of public criticism.

Fortunately, there are not many people around at this time, most of them are powerful, and nothing will happen.

At this moment, sitting on six futons are Sanqing, Nuwa, Fuxi, and Kunpeng.

Exactly six.

Kunpeng's speed is definitely one of the best here, and so far, Lingzhu is not surprised.

The well-known good old man who was supposed to sit on it had just approached this place at this moment.

Dressed in red, he is in full bloom.

The speed is also not slow.

At this moment, Hongjun, who was dressed in purple and had white hair and dressed in purple behind Zixiao Palace, closed his eyes tightly, but frowned slightly at this moment.

It can be said that there is nothing wrong with Sanqing and Nuwa, but... what happened to Fuxi and Kunpeng?

He obviously opened the back door for those two guys, why hasn't he arrived yet?

Where did this go? !

Forget it, if it is robbed, it is fate.

So, it is not a bad thing.

I would have been estranged from him, and I must start a new stove. I am not a member of his Taoist sect, so there is no problem now.

Immediately, Hongjun once again sank his mind and meditated. In fact, in other words, it is also called——

Lesson preparation.

As the number one teacher in the future, the preaching must be understood by good students, and at least by poor students.

It is not so easy to be a good teacher in Honghuang. Hongjun's storage capacity is enough to preach to this group of future great talents.

But Hongjun plans to teach in batches, with staged teaching.

First, there is a small goal: the way of Da Luo Jinxian.

Another big goal: the way of quasi-sage.

Finally reach the ultimate course: the way of the sage.

Heavenly Dao doesn't give cheats, and it doesn't give things like teaching plans.

As a future Taoist ancestor, the first element is to rely on practical knowledge.

At this moment, where are the two who opened the back door now?

Now, it is being robbed.

The saying that the road to the west is far away is pure nonsense, regardless of the overall distance from east to west to the 33rd heaven, it is actually about the same distance.

Zhunti showed bitterness on his face, and the robbers were probably all picked up by Zhunti, and the two met them all.

It is true that he was a little late when he came, after all, the speed is here, whether it is a quasi-pickup or a pick-up, it is not good at speed.

It's understandable that it's a little slow.

There are quite a few people who enter the chaos, and there are quite a few people wandering in the chaos looking for Zixiao Palace at this time.

In addition to those who just want to go, there are also many people who want to rob houses and kill people to seize treasures.

Jieyin belongs to the kind that does not show the mountains and does not show water, and Zhunti is really in the general state. Of course, this generally refers to the general within the category of the great gods. Compared with Dijun Sanqing Nuwa and others.

Given that the two are together, one holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and the other holding six clean bamboos as weapons, it is not a big problem to walk in chaos.

It’s just that this way, there are so many fans who are interested in making money. I have to say that the main reason for this pot is that both the method of receiving and guiding or carrying out the method is golden, with a series of necklaces and jewels, golden lotuses blooming, and countless wishful stones.

And nothing is ordinary.

In fact, he had the posture of carrying all his belongings on his body.

This kind of situation led to the fact that others went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao, but these two people went to Zixiao Palace to fight with people all the way.

It was obviously such a huge chaos, but because of the shining golden light, it was forcibly turned into a beacon, and it was still a beacon that was getting more and more backward.

As a result, both the courageous and the courageous feel that this is a weak person. After all, the former does not know how far this distance is thrown, and dares to provoke.

Of course, the Zhunti and the guides didn't show mercy. If they showed mercy at this time, would they be waiting to be murdered and seized? !

Compared with the kind that would die in one hit, the kind that is also strong is obviously more difficult to deal with.

Just like this all the way to Zixiao Palace, he was abruptly dragged into the last one.

This unlucky way is no one else.

During this journey, Zhunti couldn't help looking at Jieyin with a bitter face and said, "Brother, are we unlucky? Or is it because we owed someone and didn't pay back?"

"……No."

"Then why do you and my senior brother always meet this kind of people who want to kill people and seize treasures?"

Jieyin thought for a while about the golden radiant magic weapon, but finally did not say the reason, Jieyin thought for a while, looked at Zhunti with a bitter face, sighed in his heart, and finally gathered together a sentence "Probably our magic weapon Still not enough, not enough deterrence."

After a while, Zhunti agreed with this statement, and it is precisely because of this that from now on, Zhunti loves to make himself more golden, wishing to be blinded. Of course, this is for a later story. At this time don't talk about it.

......

In the Zixiao Palace, when the gate was about to close at the end, Zhunti was able to arrive at the scene.

This is no longer the "finale", it is exactly the same as when the teacher is in class, stepping on the time of the class to arrive at the class.

I can't wait to come in with the teacher.

In 1000 years, excluding the distance, if we talk about what the people inside are doing, it is——

On the Road.

As the first act of gathering people to pass the time and gaining an absolute sense of identity, Lundao is the best candidate for killing time and making friends.

According to Lingzhuzi's understanding, academic collisions, convergence and integration, each benefited.

There is no need to work behind closed doors.

And in this process, the Lingzhuzi completely belonged to a lot of professors sitting on it, and your master, they talked about friendship in the same generation, and then their own seniority was directly lowered.

The fairy preached, the students listened, oh, the only student.

This feeling......

Very cool!

Too comfortable!

This follows the feeling of rubbing experience next to the boss, and the understanding of Tao jumps wildly.

Lingzhuzi's talent is good enough, and his comprehension ability can be regarded as the upper middle class.

At this time, even if it is four or five out of ten, it is not a small gain for her.

And it's not just Ling Zhuzi who is purely a student who has gained something in this battle, almost everyone has gained something.

The last 100 years can be said to be digested by myself.

Thousands of years have passed.

Lingzhuzi opened his eyes.

Seeing the last two people who approached from the gate, accompanied by their entry, the boy and virgin guarding the gate closed the gate silently.

The jade-white door slowly closed.

It left quite a sound.

The last two are precisely mentioning and guiding.

The two gods and men bred in the western land, the famous villains in the prehistoric novels.

I don't really have much opinion on these two Lingzhuzi, but the next scene is a scene that Honghuang is famous for and cannot be missed.

At the peak of the situation where there is no shame, but it is precisely because of this showy operation that he has obtained a status that cannot be underestimated.

Carry the entire West, which is now destroyed by Rahu, on its back, and take revival as its mission.I have to say, it is really a great wisdom and perseverance.

After all, ordinary people probably just sweep the snow before their doors.

Moreover, it is generally impossible to do this kind of shamelessness.

Looking at it now, it's a bit embarrassing.

There is still fresh blood stains on his body, it can be seen that he has definitely fought in chaos.

The East has outstanding people, and the West was not like this before.

Lingzhuzi had heard of this name when he traveled to the west with Nuwa before.

Of course, Lingzhuzi was no stranger to these two names.

Zhunti looked at the six futons in front, gritted his teeth, and looked at the tall Panlongzhu and the people in Zixiao Palace, and said loudly, "Brother, you and I have traveled thousands of miles and suffered a lot. It’s so hard to come to Zixiao Palace. Now there are no two seats, what a tragedy, what a pity.”

As the last Zhunti who came in by the final timeline, it was already a bit eye-catching, but now it is even more eye-catching.

Everyone looked at Zhunti, and of course some of them didn't give Zhunti the slightest look, such as Laozi, Fuxi, Kunpeng and others.

Obviously, there are six futons in total, but there are more than three thousand people in Zixiao Palace? !

Zhunti didn't care about the eyes of the crowd and continued directly, "Brother, you and I have searched for this supreme avenue, but now we have come to this point. If this is the case, I might as well just crash myself into Zixiao Palace!"

"Junior brother, no!" In an instant, Jieyin grabbed Zhunti directly, because he knew he could really do it.

What kind of abacus Zhunti was planning, Jieyin knew it.

And there are many people present who understand.

However, if he loses the bet, even if he recovers his life, he might not be able to make a trip to Zixiao Palace in vain, and the possibility of being kicked out is too great.

After being silent for a while, Zhunti took advantage of the moment when Jieyin averted his gaze, threw away Jieyin, and was about to rush up the pillar immediately.

This look really doesn't look like acting.

According to the conspiracy theory, the two of them watched Hong Yun order food, but now Hong Yun is not in that seat, and the few people in the seat do not have such thoughts, and it is impossible for them to give up this seat.

The strong is king, the law of heaven recurs, and the luck of cause and effect.

This is the rule of the prehistoric.

Reality is not a novel, she is a living example, changes are very normal, she is such a living person... a living bead, being here is a change.

Everything is still operating as the plot in memory.

next moment.

A white light flashed.

Lingzhuzi's eyes straightened.

So, can you still play like this? !

The futon abruptly becomes 6+2, and the person sitting on the plus [-] is Zhunti Jieyin.

Lingzhu looked at the pillar,

On the cloud bed, Hongjun showed up.

Tongtian stared at Hongjun with straight eyes, he was indeed alone!

Ling Zhuzi also looked straight at Hongjun, this is different from what was agreed!

Hongjun: Who agreed with you.

"The seat has been reserved, and you cannot change it without authorization in the future. If someone makes a mistake again, it will be turned into flying ashes, and he will die." Hongjun glanced at the two troublemakers who sat down.

His eyes were cold, making people feel a little chilled.

After all, it started a 3000-year preaching process.

Facts have proved that Hongjun is worthy of being the best teacher in Honghuang.

This sermon made people mesmerized. Some showed compassion like Yingying and others, some frowned like Lao Tzu, some smiled like red clouds, and some even burst into tears , or rage.All in all, there are different styles and different styles.

When the merit descended, Hongjun didn't leave any of it behind. With a wave of his hand, golden lotuses descended following Hongjun's sermon and landed on everyone. This was the accumulation of merit.

We all know that merit is a good thing, and it really benefits people a lot.

Those with good comprehension ability can comprehend more, and the golden lotus of merit can also absorb more.

Of course, the above does not include all ancestor witches except Houtu.

Among a group of "good students", Zu Wu looked bewildered.

Jinlian doesn't take much care of the ancestral witches either.

Everyone, you look at me, and I look at you.

Opened a group chat and directly transmitted voices to each other.

Zhu Rong: What are they doing?

Gong Gong: I don’t know, let’s learn to sleep together.

Qiangliang: They are comprehending what Hongjun said, are you two stupid?

Zhu Rong/Gong Gong: ...

Zhu Jiuyin: You can sleep together after seeing Houtu, oh no, comprehend.You can't learn?

Shebishi: You can do it.

Tian Wu: Can you comprehend this?

Zhu Jiuyin: ...I can't.

Di Jiang: The avenue is simple, and the avenue is complex, so we don't understand.

Jumang: What are you talking about? Why do I understand every word, but I can't understand it together.

Xuan Ming: ...Forget it, don't worry about it, I don't understand anyway, go to sleep.Anyway, sitting is not insomnia.

Hongjun, who was sitting on the cloud bed, frowned slightly when he heard the voices of the ancestral witches, but this twelve ancestral witches could not extricate themselves from being addicted to the group chat.

Therefore, I didn't find anything wrong with it. Of course, even if I saw it, I wouldn't necessarily know it.

Hongjun glanced at the ancestral witches who were chatting in the group, "..."

Do you know that with your level of sound transmission, in his eyes, it is no different from speaking loudly?

It is better than Nuwa's apprentice Lingzhu.

Hongjun's preaching continued, and the Twelve Patriarchal Witches gradually fell asleep.

They all slept soundly.

Hongjun has nothing to say about this.

There was even an urge to kick all the ancestral witches out of Zixiao Palace except Houtu. Of course, Hongjun didn't do it in the end because they were all here, and they should be treated equally. needs to be done.

And the assessment has passed, he also said that anyone who is destined can come here, and kicking out at this time obviously does not conform to what he said before.

Simply ignore it directly.

As time gets longer and longer, from shallow to deep, it becomes more obscure.

The vast majority fell asleep, and what Hongjun said was still going on.

The longer you comprehend, the more you get.

And what plays a key role in this is understanding, that is, talent.

And heeling is also a kind of talent.

When Hongjun stopped preaching, everyone transformed in turn.

There are quite a few things that are still unfinished, but they all benefit a lot.

Everyone's gazes were focused on Hongjun who was sitting on the cloud bed. It was different from trying his luck at first, but now he really admired him.

"After 3000 years, when the lecture will be held again in Zixiao Palace, you can come when the time comes." Hong Jun said.

Everyone turned to Hongjun and said in unison, "Thank you, teacher."

Those who have achieved are the first, and those who have achieved are teachers.

"Teacher", it is sincerely called.

The crowd gradually dispersed and went back to their homes.

......

After returning to Buzhou Mountain.

Nu Wa directly transformed the cave in her home into a palace building of cos Zixiao Palace.

Among them, some of the scenery are even better than Zixiao Palace.

The above mentioned are mainly exotic flowers and weeds.

You must know that there are the most of these on Buzhou Mountain.

Of course, it wasn't just Bu Zhoushan who changed his home, he also changed his Kunlun Mountain in the same way.

And the Sun Palace, which is at the forefront of the building, is still the same Sun Palace.

Glittering and regal.

Tall and majestic, born with it.

On Buzhou Mountain, Ling Zhuzi stretched her waist and stood on the stone tablet of her own height.

Very good, two centimeters higher than before.

At this rate, 1.8 meters is just around the corner.

This stele was originally a stone wall.

After Nvwa changed her family drastically, this stone wall was left behind by Nvwa and turned into a stone tablet, and it was a special stone tablet for Lingzhu.

And by the way, tell Ling Zhuzi affectionately, don't worry, take your time, anyway, you won't grow taller after a few more yuan.

.......

After a long time.

Buzhou Mountain.

The cloud is right at hand, and it seems that you can pick it up, but when you put your hand in it, you can only feel the cold water vapor.

The Great Desolation is huge, seemingly endless.

This is what Lingzhu saw from the top of Buzhou Mountain.

That's right, the top of Buzhou Mountain.

main peak.

Known as the highest place of Tianzhu.

The sky is long, there is heaven in the sky.

Not long ago, Nuwa saw Lingzhu go out of the gate, thought for a while, and planned to let Lingzhu experience some experience, it is far away, and I am a little worried, if it is close... I am afraid that only the Buzhou Mountain is the best.

It has to be said that Lingzhuzi's fighting ability is absolutely not good enough.

Waste is waste.

As Nuwa's apprentice, it's too embarrassing to be so capable of fighting.

The original intention was actually to let Lingzhu go to fight in the den of wild beasts.

then……

Lingzhuzi abruptly understood it as mountain climbing.

Made the impossible possible.

Because it is impossible to climb Buzhou Mountain on this road.

Under the coercion left by Pangu, it is impossible to fly, and this coercion is not only so strong, it can be regarded as difficult to move.

And the Lingzhu used its legs to walk the whole time, and it was true that it couldn't fly. If it flew up, it might fall straight away.

And it was shot directly from the sky to the ground.

If an ordinary animal would probably be smashed into a pulp, but a spirit bead would not, it might be a perfect spirit bead.

After all, her body is also very resistant to falling, but Lingzhu will never try to see what she will look like after all!

It was very steep when I got halfway up the mountain.

Climbing this mountain spirit bead is directly armed.

In the age of the gods, the Lingzhu directly degenerated back to the Muggle era.

The rocks of Buzhou Mountain cannot be buckled, and it can be said that they are tough to a certain extent.

Speaking of the Gonggong who can directly collapse this sky pillar, how hard is that head, Lingzhu looked at the rocks in front of him and thought.

Sitting on the top of the mountain and looking at the sky and the earth is actually quite special.

A voice sounded from behind, "It turns out that there are other people coming to this peak besides me. How about it, this scenery is not bad."

Lingzhuzi turned her head hastily when she heard the voice, but she didn't feel anyone's presence at all.

A group of red clouds condensed in the air not far behind, and there was a person lying on it, so who was it if it wasn't a red cloud?

"The Great God Pangu turned himself into a prehistoric place, how many people have climbed up the spine of Pangu now, and how many have come here?" Hong Yun sighed. "By the way, how did you come up, fellow daoist?"

"Climbed up." Lingzhu replied honestly.

"Climbed it?!" Hong Yun went down and pointed directly at the cliff closest to her, "But here?!"

Lingzhu nodded.

Hong Yun came over and patted Ling Zhuzi's shoulder, and said with emotion, "Young fellow Daoist, you are truly a god!"

Ling Zhuzi looked at the red cloud, looked down the mountain, and then said, "Fellow Daoist, where did you come up from?"

Hong Yun pointed to the west.

Then Lingzhu fell silent.

……

……

So, is there another way? !

Ling Zhuzi looked at the cliff, thinking about her own difficult mountain climbing road before.

My heart suddenly broke down.