The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

After the prehistoric world was broken after the Lich War, Daozu Hongjun took care of the follow-up, so that the Zixiao Palace in the dojo could not be closed.

Even his direct disciples such as Sanqing and Nuwa have never seen him again.

No one knew what Hongjun had done and who he had reached an agreement with. In short, when Nuwa and the others came to their senses, the broken Honghuang was gradually put back together.

But those who died, dissipated, and left, never came back.

Nuwa withdrew her gaze from looking back at Zixiao Palace, and lowered her eyes to the water mirror in front of her.

The little doll with the sky tie trampled on the beach barefoot, leaving small footprints, which were washed away by the spreading sea water.

With black hair, a little cinnabar burns between her brows.

And behind the little doll, a young man in a light-yellow Taoist robe patted his head and followed helplessly.

In Wa Palace, there was a long and faint sigh.

"When will this sea of ​​blood evil spirit disappear..."

The strings merged into the Fenglai Qin, Li Jiancheng stared at the Qin floating in front of him, and when he was about to touch it, he was stopped by a hand.

"Ok?"

The hosta in the hair was removed by Hongjun, and the long hair that had lost most of its restraint was tied loosely behind the head by the remaining hair band.When Li Jiancheng glanced over, a trace happened to fall on the tip of his brow, reflected in his amber eyes,

Hongjun glanced at the hairpin, and said, "Feng Lai, leave it to me, as for you..."

Daozu sighed softly: "Do you want your sword bone?"

Li Jiancheng: "..."

Li Jiancheng said: "Ah, I forgot, thank you very much."

Hongjun: "..."

Hongjun raised his hand to drag the boy over, and forced his sword bone back.

"Hey, you're too—"

The young master with clear eyebrows only glanced at him, before he could finish his sentence, the spirit energy rushing in suddenly hit his soul, causing him to close his eyes.

"Can't you give me some reaction time..."

The voice of complaints gradually died down, and the black-robed figure who suddenly appeared behind him and supported him steadily waved his sleeves, completely blocking Li Jiancheng.

"You keep an eye on Fenglai, I keep an eye on Zhaoming, what should I do?"

The man in black picked him up, turned around and strode away.

"You are too excited." Hongjun said.

The man in black rolled his eyes with his back to Hongjun, and said lazily, "You should think about it carefully, how can you tell Zhaoming about the Lingzhu?"

Hongjun's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on his ice-sculpted and jade-like face.

"It's okay, it's not me who has the greatest left and right hatred."

"Humph."

Luo Hu snorted coldly, but he had to admit that the guy locked in the depths of Zixiao Palace was the culprit.

Can't be beaten to death, can't you toss?

If you have the courage to cheat him and Hongjun, you must be prepared to be retaliated.

Even if it is the way of heaven, it is the same.

There was cruel pleasure in Mozu's eyes as deep as the night.

Hongjun, who was left in place, looked ahead for a long time, until the handsome black figure disappeared from sight and could no longer be seen, then he withdrew his eyes and focused on the jade hairpin in his hand.

The style of the hosta is very simple, with a moiré imprint on one end only.

Dudu's material is only the top grade soul-nourishing jade.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of the Heavenly Witch.

It seems that Hou Tu sent the two girls to the reincarnation of the world thousands of miles away, and the effect was not bad.

At least the old friend when we saw each other, his eyebrows and demeanor were not much different from before he left.

It's just still early.

In Hongjun's prediction, Li Zhaoming would at least wait until the Lingzhu returned from the Seventh Thousand Tribulations before following the imprint he left and bringing Feng back to find it.

In this way, there is no one to fall.

But now that Lingzhu is reincarnated as a human, there is still a death calamity to pass, but the old friend has returned to the wilderness.

Who leaked the news?

Hongjun frowned.

It doesn't matter, the left and right heavens can't figure out any tricks. As long as the battle of the Conferred Gods is over, the Dao can't find any faults.

It's just that he originally planned to use Yaochi Jinlian to reshape the Tao body for the Lingzhu, but he was wronged.

Hongjun pinched his fingers and calculated, his eyes lit up.

How could the Houtian Lingbao born in the second Heavenly Court be comparable to the Twelve-Rank Lotus Platform.

His apprentice was pretty good at it, and it was not in vain for him to put Donghuang Taiyi's thoughtful Golden Crow in his apprentice's Biyou Palace to raise him.

Then, the next thing is Feng Lai, this bad guy.

Soul-nourishing jade itself is not a tough material, as the name suggests, it only has a very powerful effect of warming and nourishing the soul, so when Hongjun gently squeezed it, the clear hairpin shattered into fly ash.

But the dormant soul in the middle is extraordinarily bright.

Transmitting the dormant spirit into Feng Lai Qin, with a touch of Hongjun's hand, the radiant and introverted Qin was put into his sleeve.

"Fifty strings return, you should come back too." Hongjun murmured.

In the world, Chentangguan.

The young man with an extremely complex look carried a small doll upside down on his shoulders, and angrily put him on the rock.

"Stinky boy, do you think your little arms and legs can cross the waves fast? Huh?"

With his hands on his hips, Kong Xuan crackled to the little doll wearing a red bellyband.

"If I hadn't happened to come over to see it, you, the little one, would have been washed away by the sea long ago!"

After being scolded all over her head and face, the little baby lowered her head and curled her lips, as if she would stand still if you let the wind blow and the rain hit me.

As soon as he saw the child's expression, Kong Xuan knew that the other person must be going in from one ear to the other, and almost opened his screen in anger.

Ahhh, why is the child so difficult to deal with? Did Lingzhu deserve as much beating as he did back then?

Kong Xuan patted that extremely bright face, and found that all he had left was the memory of being kicked out by that bastard Li Zhaoming and giving Lingzhu rua a bald head.

Stop, stop, think no more.

After finally squatting down until Lingzhu was reincarnated, if he didn't take this opportunity to take revenge, he wouldn't be called Kong Xuan!

"Kong Xuan."

Nezha raised his head and said pitifully, "I'm hungry."

Kong Xuan: "..."

Kong Xuan squatted down resignedly, took out a bright red fruit from the Qiankun bag, and stuffed it in front of Nezha.

"Here."

Nezha obediently opened his mouth and took a bite. The red juice covered his face, but his eyes lit up: "It's delicious! What is this?"

His voice was indistinct, but Kong Xuan could tell what he was talking about.

"It's just the fruit grown in the teacher's school."

Kong Xuan tried his best to ignore the juice flowing from the flesh that Nezha bit open on his hand, and tried to tell himself to be patient, and when the Lingzhu returned, he could reveal his dark history as a human being and laugh at him.

But at this moment, I heard the senior sister's voice.

The senior sister asked him to go back to Biyou Palace immediately.

"what happened to you?"

Kong Xuan lowered his head and saw Nezha waving his paws in front of his eyes.

Swaying, like a small dumpling.

In fact, this little boy was only a few years old.

Kong Xuan smiled helplessly: "Master called me back, Nezha, I will come to see you later."

"Ok."

Nezha withdrew his waving little hand and said reluctantly, "When is the future?"

"I don't know either. When I go back this time, Master may not let me come out."

"what?!"

Nezha looked at him with wide eyes, and put his hands on his hips fiercely, "Your master is too much, my master is very kind to me, he never restrains me balabala... "

"Stop, stop, stop—" Kong Xuan raised his hand in surrender: "I know that Taiyi Daoist treats you well, so don't repeat it, and don't think about pulling me into your master's door. I've told you many times, I, Kong Xuan is of the same generation as your master!"

"Oh," Nezha glanced at him coolly, smacked his lips and said, "But you don't grow a beard like my master."

The implication is, I listen to your nonsense.

Kong Xuan is crazy, how can he maintain his beauty when he grows a beard, rubbish spirit beads, reincarnated with the same virtue as his previous life!

"Kong Xuan," just when he was going crazy, the little boy came over quietly, pinched the corner of his clothes and whispered: "Seriously, when will you come to play with me again?"

The child's voice was thin and small, his eyes were bright and clear, and Kong Xuan could even see a little reluctance in it.

It is worthwhile for him to accompany this kid for more than half a year.

Kong Xuan thought with relief.

Originally, he wanted to bully and bully Lingzhuzi before he woke up, and uttered the anger of being bullied all the year round, but after finding out that the little boy's father didn't love his mother and couldn't love him, he felt sorry for him first.

Calculating the time, it was time for Master Tongtian to leave the customs. If he didn't go back, his master would find out that he was actually fishing for money in the Shang Dynasty, and he didn't even shaved his feathers.

"Yes, I will come back to play with you after I have dealt with Master well."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

"Ah."

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"[Comprehensive] It's Difficult Today for a Good Adult"

While avoiding the pursuit of Yin and Yang Dao, Ma Cang accidentally knocked his head and dreamed of himself in the parallel world.

The parents are both loving and loving, the elder brother is cute but reliable, the partner is gentle and beautiful, the Himalayan cat is cute and cute, and the friends are all over the world.

Successfully became the Shaman King, and the Ma Cang family was pissed off in minutes.

It can be called a winner in life.

The most important thing is that the self in the parallel world is male.

Ma Canghao looked down at himself, female, seven years old, living in the wilderness, all the thugs were stupid.The kitty in the past stabbed her once, and now her brother is on the way to stab her. There is no father, no mother, no brother, no sister, no gay friend, no date.

The contrast is too tragic, Ma Cang had better choose a dog leash.

No, I can still stick to it.

The good man who used the script of the parallel world as a strategy is also working hard today to become a Shaman King who makes people submit.

感谢在2020-01-1420：04：49～2020-01-1515：23：51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: live up to the fleeting years, 10 bottles of Zining;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!