Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

So this orange, fluffy, and tailless "ancestral spirit beast" was surrounded by a group of Taoist cultivators, you poked it, I poked it, looked horizontally and vertically, but no matter how you looked at it, it was a rabbit ah!

——In terms of size, it is still the kind of meat rabbit raised by mortals to eat meat!Not petite at all!

Cai Wan, a female swordsman, has a look of disbelief: "My junior sister once raised a dwarf rabbit with white hair and red eyes, who only ate pasture and rabbit food sold by mortals. My junior sister wanted it to live a few more years, so I secretly fed it with elixir. Don’t eat it! I died of old age in my teens, and my junior sister even embroidered a purse to hide its soul!”

Lin Daochang was furious when he heard the words: "Which junior sister of yours did it? The Qiongshan gate rules prohibit raising souls!"

Big Orange was trembling, the rabbit's head was attached to his body, his ears were behind his back, it was a round ball, and his small eyes rolled back and forth. When Lin Daozhang couldn't help poking it, the rabbit let out an earth-shattering cry:

"squeak------"

"Huh? It's not a rabbit, it can bark!"

Lin Daochang looked at the disciple who spoke with disgust: "Silly, who told you that the rabbit is dumb, that's what the rabbit calls."

"Disciple has never heard a rabbit cry before!"

"That's because you didn't scare it!"

Fu Yuanzhi thought to himself, you also know that you are scaring rabbits?

While speaking, Sword Immortal Zhanlong came back with the bundled Gorefiend Xie Ran, slapped it in front of Daju, and asked curiously: "Rabbit, do you want to eat this?"

Xie Ran and Daju looked at each other, and saw the same horror in each other's eyes.

A turmoil was resolved inexplicably, and the Taoists felt that power was useless. The ghost that had been raised for more than fifty years was eaten up by a fat rabbit. Extremely unfair - because the two of them were still suffering unspeakably from the Yin food they ate, why did the rabbit eat grass as happily as it chewed.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, but it was not about to rain. Since the first thunder and lightning appeared in the sky, Yu Jingzhou curled his lips——

"Yujing's Thunderboat."

Lord Yujing buys the tallest lightning strike wood from the Yi tribe in the south according to the year. That kind of tree loves aura and tries to grow upward. If it grows too high, it will always be struck by lightning. If it can continue to grow extremely high, this tree can be cut down to make the keel of the thunder boat, which is harder than the metal forged from the core of the mountain; Keep splitting the boat to use it as energy source, so that it can fly faster on rainy days!It saves more power and energy than the cloud boats used by Yunmeng Tiangong, but that one keel made of aged lightning strike wood can buy more than a dozen large light cloud boats.

The only one who can take this mobile Jinshan to go out is the three islands of Quanyunzhou and Quanshizhou, and Yujingzhu is the only one.

The big flag of Yujing was erected high on the bow of the boat, the lotus-patterned jade flag, standing under the banner was a young man in brocade clothes, wearing a white robe embroidered with gold thread and lotus pattern, with a jade sachet around his waist, and a A slender knife; white hair tied with a jade crown, fluttering with the high-altitude wind, looks soft.

Lord Yujing has a pair of very light-colored eyes. He is condescending and bows his hands to the people below: "The devil is causing trouble in the area under his jurisdiction. I, Yujing, have overlooked it. I hope everyone will forgive me."

Lin Daochang and others stood up to return the salute, but Jingzhu Xiaoyu glanced at his father, and squatted on the ground angrily, like a peasant uncle who was tired of pulling radishes in the field.

Lord Yu Jing continued: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have let everyone in Qiongshan go on the road first. The affairs in Yumou City are busy, and they can only leave after finishing the arrangements... Who would have thought... It would be better to let everyone stay for a few more days, together I’m going to the Heavenly Palace on Yumou’s boat.”

Fu Yuanzhi poked Yu Jingzhou quietly: "Your father is going too? Didn't Yujing participate in previous years?"

"Ask me?" Yu Jingzhou rolled his eyes, "He is the father, I am not."

... Fu Yuanzhi wiped off his sweat. In previous years, at Daoist grand gatherings, various sects gathered in the Heavenly Palace to compete and discuss Taoism. However, Yujing City belongs to an administrative concept, not a sect. The invitation could not be delivered to his table.

Over there, Jingzhu Yu has already explained by himself: "This year, Yu was invited by the head of Qiu to watch the ceremony in his own name."

Lin Daozhang nodded: "Yes, this year is the celebration of ten thousand years. Yunmeng Tiangong has been standing here for ten thousand years. I heard that Taoists from all over the world want to come to watch the ceremony."

"Yes." Yu Jingzhu replied casually, "1 years."

The guards of Yujing on the Jinglei boat quickly packed up the corpses of the demons, tied Xie Ran tightly, and threw them on the boat. A team of people continued to clean up the deserted village. Everyone was very happy to go back, except Yu Jingzhou.

Also does not include Fu Yuanzhi.

"Let's go, get on board."

Yan Rong and Lin Daochang each picked up a groaning sword cultivator disciple, and asked, "Is there a doctor on board?"

"Of course." Master Yu nodded with a smile, and waved his hand to signal the attendants behind him to take the two disciples over.

When he raised his hand sideways, the hanging sleeves no longer covered the long knife that was buckled at his waist—the knife was no more than two fingers wide, slender and straight, and the handle was too long, so it could be wielded with one hand or held with two At this moment, the long knife is sleeping peacefully in a scabbard that seems to be made of white jade, without ornamentation, decorative fringe, or jade buckle.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at the knife, it was not the scabbard of this knife.

The spiritual objects of the Taoists will not be stored in this kind of sheath. I have never seen any sword repairer pull out the sword from the waist. Everyone fuses the magic weapon of their own life with their own souls. The low-level flying swords issued to them for traveling are inserted in a dull scabbard; as for Taoists, they will hang a sword or a knife on their belts, most of them are for decoration. The "Appreciation of Fashion Trends in Ten Continents and Three Islands" bought at the book stalls in Yujing City followed the trend to talk about the integrity of the character.

Even if a real knife does not drink blood, it should be kept in a spiritual platform, where the spirit and mind are integrated, and only when the knife is drawn can it have such an astonishing demeanor.

Fu Yuanzhi thought his master's saber was just put away.

... instead of being casually hung on the waist by Master Yujing as an ornament.

Not to mention Lord Yujing, even if you are the co-lord of the world who worships ten continents and three islands, you are not worthy of this knife!

"Hey, silly, are you tired? Do you want a stretcher?"

Yu Jingzhou pushed him listlessly, and kindly took his sword back. After the Baiying in the sword was eaten by Daju, the sword became scarred, and the devil energy, blood energy and earth vein aura washed back and forth. , beyond the limit of this ordinary spirit sword, the sword body has long since lost its spirituality and turned into broken copper and rotten iron.

No hurry...can't grab...

Fu Yuanzhi lowered his head, hiding a little bit of scarlet in the depths of his pupils, and walked past Lord Yujing respectfully and obediently, not looking at the great Taoist who held Yunzhou in his hand.

He is just a young disciple of Yunmeng Tiangong, and he can't steal things from Master Yujing for the time being.

The thunder boat arrived at Baiyunyan Wharf of Yunmeng Tiangong in less than half a day. Changjiao Street was once disturbed by Qin Zhihuai, the witch of the piano, but there were not many scars caused by the devil. The hole pierced by the dragon sword looks a bit like it was left on purpose, because Fu Yuanzhi saw a fence around the sword hole, and a lot of notes were pasted on the fence. If you look carefully, it roughly reads:

"May I pass the mid-year assessment smoothly!"

"I beg Fairy Yan to protect me from throwing the flying sword again!"

... The style of painting is not right, Fu Yuanzhi Fu forehead, these fellows who are involved in things, this is not a tourist attraction or a courtship attraction for ordinary people, why did you learn this from someone, can't it be another spiritual practice club The "Ten Continents and Three Islands" told by the spies who are bored, right?

This is really superstitious and does not bless people!

——"Let me be as agile and skilled in swordsmanship as the Dragon Slaying Sword Immortal, and win the appreciation of the Qiongshan Sword Sect in the assessment!"

Seeing this, Fairy Yan shook her hands with anger, and Lin Daochang was in a good mood.

There is also a bold one who wrote: "In the future, I will marry a daughter-in-law as beautiful as Zhanlongjianxian, but with a better temper than her!"

So the dragon-slaying sword struck down again, and a long hole was formed along the ground of Baiyun.

The people on the boat were laughing, and even Lord Yujing was smiling, with the corners of his mouth raised. At this time, people on Changjiao Street saw the thunder boat slowly entering the port, and they exclaimed quite a bit:

"Wow... isn't that... the Lord of Yujing?"

"It's really handsome..."

"I heard he's single now..."

"...Stupid, his son is in the same class as you, do you want to be the stepmother of the same family?"

The arrival of Lord Yujing is not a trivial matter. In a short while, groups of disciples flew out from the various hills above the gate of Yunmengtian Palace, probably for the sake of ostentation, even the flying swords under their feet were of the same color; the Herrscher in black began to gather quietly The restless little disciples of the outer sect, the flying clouds outside the Yundu Palace, the little cloud boats going back and forth, drawing arcs; the people on Changjiao Street suddenly became more than the peak period when they were on vacation, and the Herrscher had to wait at the port. A human wall was formed in front to prevent too many fans from swarming on Yu Jingzhu.

A few Taoist priests huddled together in the front row were actually holding a long-handled mirror steadily in their hands——

"After many days of squatting at the Lingxiu Miscellaneous Affairs Club, we finally waited for the most noteworthy figure of the year: the Lord of Yujing! I saw a thunder ship in the clouds, resplendent and auspicious, and I said why the purple air came from the east early this morning , the head is full of magpies flying... I can see the clouds are magnificent, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, my mother, don't squeeze me... This momentum is incredible..."

Fu Yuanzhi was lying on the bow of the boat, feeling a little complicated. He tried not to think about the saber on Yu Jingzhu's waist, and looked back at Yueqi Peak in the mist.

A familiar divine thought brushed across his body, Fu Yuanzhi almost blurted out in surprise, but fortunately he covered it, and hurriedly asked: "Master?"

That divine sense was warm and a bit lazy, so he guessed whether the master had just woken up in the water pavilion and was basking in the sun?

"Yuanzhi is back."

... Hee hee, Master is also sleeping late!

"Master, thank you for sending Daju here, Daju has been of great help!" Fu Yuanzhi said happily.

"Any injuries?"

Fu Yuanzhi was even happier: "No, no..."

On second thought, no!Immediately pressed his heart, lay down on the railing in aggrieved breath, and said: "It's just a fight with the devil, ahem... It's just been a long time without rest, um... Master, I'm fine! I'll go back to sleep Enough."

The more he said that, the more the palace lord would not believe it!Isn’t it like this for good disciples, to report good news but not bad news, in order to make the master less worried, and bear all the hardships by himself, that’s not okay, look at that little face with a pale face and frown furrowed!

The palace lord turned over and sat up, walked out of the water pavilion, looked at the various spirit flowers that the maid spit back into the pool, and thought—how to mend the apprentice?