"Well," Xia Jiong bowed his hands to the old fairy skillfully in the habit of thirty thousand heavenly beings, "Hi, senior, do you know me?"

The old fairy nodded.

His eyes are crystal-like pale, not cloudy like ordinary old people at all, Xia Jiong standing at the door with his back to the light, two small human-shaped reflections are reflected in his eyes vividly.

Although Xia Jiong didn't intend to pretend to be crazy and stupid today, he still felt that he was seen through for a moment.

Fortunately, as if sensing Dao Xiajiong's momentary uneasiness, the old fairy raised the corner of his mouth a little, and comforted him with a smile.

"Exactly, on September [-]th last year, when I found out that you had entered the Weiqin Library, after discussing with you, I was sent to wait for you in the Liubi Hall." The old god said, "I am the great disciple of the Miaowen Shengzun. Wenfeng, since you are the successor of the master, you can use the master as the basis to get to the fairy world, even though the master has already fallen, you should come here and kowtow to him."

hear the news.

Xia Jiong knew him, he was the true king of Wenfeng Yuting, the great disciple of Wensheng, and the patriarch of Taixue Tao.

Facing Zhenjun Wenfeng's request, without any hesitation, he stepped across the threshold to the futon, and kowtowed three times to Wensheng's god.

While doing this, Xia Jiong suddenly remembered something.

In front of the Seven Sacred Pools at the gate of Qinghua Mountain, when he was accepted into the Qinghua Gate under the auspices of his senior brother, he was supposed to kowtow to the statue of the Taoist saint, but because he didn't know the difference between saints, he kowtowed to the Wensheng for the first time.

Is it destined, or by chance?

After Xia Jiong kowtowed, he stood up, and found that the eyes of Zhenjun Wenfeng looking at him were softer, and the eyes that pierced his soul no longer made him feel so hairy.

Zhenjun Wenfeng said with relief: "I thought you would have a lot of doubts, but now it seems that you have already guessed some."

"Well," Xia Jiong tilted his head, took out the seal that turned into beads, and said, "It's mainly Wen Sheng... well, it's mainly Teacher Wen who didn't seriously hide it. Let's not talk about the "" "Exercising Divine Skills" are all produced by Wen Sheng. When I gave a "Detailed Explanation of Dongzhong", the teacher still complained in the product description that the Guzhu Zhenjun who wrote this book was very suitable for cultivating and learning Taoism. Why didn't he dig up Guzhu Zhenjun? Too knowledgeable..."

Xia Jiong kept silent while talking.

Although Zhenjun Wenfeng beside him didn't change his expression or his movements, Xia Jiong still felt that the old fairy was unhappy just for a moment.

"It's nothing," Zhenjun Wenfeng said with a smile, "Master has always wanted to snatch Zhenjun Lone Bamboo to Taixue Dao, I already knew it."

Well, you know that you know it, but you obviously disagree, and you seem to have a lot of resentment, Xia Jiong thought.

What the hell did Wen Sheng do? For thousands of years, he has been comparing Zhenjun Wenfeng, a big disciple, with Zhenjun Guzhu being someone else's child?

Cursed in his heart, Xia Jiong pretended nothing happened just now, and continued:

"...Furthermore, the person who formed meridians for me chose the Fengfeng Dao, not other Dao sects."

"That's true," Zhenjun Wenfeng sized him up, "However, it seems that you are not cultivating the way of wind and rain."

Xia Jiong: "..."

Because he is the head of Qinghua Dao, he is used to being wondered why he cultivated Fengfeng Dao.

Now, as a monk of Fengfeng Dao, he was questioned by a big boss for not cultivating Fengfeng Dao. This feeling is really novel.

Zhenjun Wenfeng was still looking at Xia Jiong, stroked his white beard and said:

"The direction of the meridian is really unheard of, even if you are from outside the region, you shouldn't be like this. Could it be that Master has some new ideas?"

Xia Jiong: "..."

Xia Jiong: "Well, Teacher Wen has passed away, right?"

What kind of new ideas does Wen Sheng have? It sounds like some cool ghost story.

Zhenjun Wenfeng glanced at him, and said: "Even if a powerful person like a sage falls, the traces left in the world cannot be completely erased."

When ordinary people hear this, they will only lament the power of the saint for a while, but Xia Jiong asked straightforwardly without thinking:

"In this case, why did the saint fall?"

"Naturally, it's because the saints have to sacrifice their lives to solve the big problem that can't even be solved." Zhenjun Wenfeng smiled and said, "For example, the son of Yingjie should die immediately after birth, shouldn't he?"

The brother was raptured suddenly, Xia Jiong's expression did not change.

"Master, he couldn't kill an innocent baby, so he chose to replace it with his body, so he fell." Wenfeng Zhenjun said lightly, "However, Master is not the first saint to fall."

The old fairy said, and walked out.

"We also know the situation in the lower realm. The Holy Spirit is waiting for you to visit him. When you see him, you will know everything about it."

Going to see Dao Sheng directly like this?

Among the nine immortal palaces, the immortal palaces of Taoist and Mo Sheng are the only immortal palaces that have never been extinguished.According to common sense, these two are probably the only two saints who have not fallen.

Xia Jiong didn't expect to see him so easily, so he quickly followed.

The Hall of Liubi is very large, and the former Weiqin Library is also very large. As long as you walk outside the hall, the clouds and mists containing immortal energy will block your sight.

The buildings in the distance can't be seen clearly at all, and the nearby buildings are as blurred as ink paintings, but there is no fairy next to them, and the entire hall of writing brushes is extremely empty.

If you walk by your feet alone, you may not be able to measure the size of this fairy palace in a day and a night.Fortunately, as monks, they don't need to walk with their feet.

Xia Jiong didn't know how this happened, he just followed behind Zhenjun Wenfeng, and after taking ordinary steps, he felt the scenery on both sides receding, as if he was not alone, but a high-speed train with a speed of nearly [-] kilometers per hour or something else.

In the last step, they stepped out of the threshold of Liubi Palace, and in the next step, they appeared in a forest with ferns taller than skyscrapers.I took another step, and suddenly appeared in the deep, deep water. I don't know where it is, but I can only see some small glowing fish swimming in the dark.

Xia Jiong was still wondering why he didn't feel the water pressure, so they took another step.

This step brought them back to the light of day.

This time it was a vast plain.

A plain that gathers four different scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter at the same time.

And see the east, peaches and plums, insects chirping, butterflies flying, spring is full; and see the south, the sun is shining, gorgeous flowers are blooming on the ground, and the blue diamond-like lake is sparkling; and the west is withered leaves and fruits are full of branches , In the field beyond sight, the wheat undulates like the waves of the ocean; and in the north, everything is covered with snow, and the goose feathers are blown up for nine days by the strong wind.

And in the center of this strange scene is a tower that reaches the sky.

Xia Jiong looked at the real Tower of Babel three times before confirming that this tower rose upwards to the invisible clouds as described in the fairy tale of Magic Beans.

He knew where it was, and it was as famous as Wensheng's writing hall and Weiqin library. This pagoda was the Taoist's pin for setting the sky.

Well, that's right, a needle.

Legend has it that the rotation of the four seasons in the mortal world is determined by this "needle" that is as powerful as the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle.

Because it is impossible for all the major heavens to be like the blue star, the change of seasons is due to the constant movement of the angle of the sun, so if the Taoist uses a needle to control the four seasons of the [-] heavens, Xia Jiong thinks it is not impossible.

It is also said that the needle of Daosheng is very big. When Xia Jiong heard about it from Zhang Fangwei, he also believed it.

But he really didn't expect this "needle" to be so big.

"Sacred Lord of the Spiritual Dao is in the pagoda," Zhenjun Wenfeng said, "Go and see him."

Xia Jiong nodded, thanked Zhenjun Wenfeng obediently, and walked into the needle...ah no, into the tower.

In the tower, there is another open space that doesn't look like a tower at all.

On the plain outside, although there is a wonderful scene of four seasons gathering, the plants that grow are all the plants that can be seen everywhere in the world.But in the tower, there are all kinds of spiritual flowers and exotic flowers competing for beauty. Those legendary immortal plants that are placed at the finale of the last few pages of "Thirty Thousand Heavenly Spiritual Plants" appear wholesale without money.

What's even more annoying is that the spiritual plants on Puyang Peak of their Qinghua Road were all ordinary spiritual plants bought from other heavens, so Du Jian, Zhang Fangwei, and even his senior brother had to work diligently. Serve them.And in this tower, Xianzhi doesn't need money to appear wholesale, but each of them presents a kind of surging vitality of savage growth and natural selection, which is both beautiful and hideous, as if the people who planted them don't bother to care They, but they just look so good.

"Senior brother may want to pick lemons after seeing it..."

Xia Jiong complained secretly.

Tucao return to Tucao, of course he knows that the reason why this pagoda can present such a scene, which can make all Xiaoyao Dao monks Shennong Dao monks envious and jealous, is only because of the "human being" standing in this wonderful flower at this moment. ".

It was a woman wearing a palace skirt with large sleeves, with the earth as her cloak and mountains and rivers as her embroidered patterns. There were countless gold hairpins and gold hairpins on her head, but it was not those gold hairpins and gold hairpins that attracted people's attention. Birds of various colors on hairpins.

Xia Jiong looked at him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when he saw him, the Holy Spirit of Lingdao seemed to show a disappointed expression.

"...It seems," he said, his voice hoarse and soft, "Sage Wen is indeed dead."

Xia Jiong behaved obediently and dared not speak.

On the Azure Star, it's not that no one has their brains open, guessing that he is the reincarnation of a saint.After all, when he was still in his mother's womb, he almost had a miscarriage, just like the experience of the protagonist in some soul wearing novels.

However, the Thirty Thousand Heavens have the concept of seizing homes, but not the concept of reincarnation.Searching through the [-] scriptures of the heavens, there is not a word that mentions that people will be reincarnated.

So Xia Jiong didn't take that guess seriously, but now?

"The saints of law, sages of business, saints of medicine, saints of soldiers, as well as ancestors of dragons and ancestors of Meng, all filled the void with their bodies." The saint of Lingdao didn't care about Xia Jiong's strange expression, and said to himself, "Mo The sage turned into the sun, and he lost his ego long ago, only Wen Sheng and I tried to support him, and in the end, he just died like that."

His eyes fell back on Xia Jiong's face.

"Death is clean, that's all. When you heard the news, it seemed that he was pushing hands. I thought he was not dead, and I wanted to go over and make up for it, but it turned out..."

The seal of the head of Qinghua Dao flew out from Xia Jiong's clothes on his chest, and flew in front of the Holy Spirit.

He said angrily, "It's just a little residual power."

"Uh," Xia Jiong was sure he wasn't a reincarnation, so he relaxed, thought for a while, and interjected, "I think this system is pretty smart, maybe Teacher Wen can still save him?"

Holy Spiritual Dao shook his head.

"Oh," Xia Jiong lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

"It's not about you kid."

Lingdao Shengzun said, and the head seal flew back to Xia Jiong.

27 Kuai 28 is still called a child. This experience is equally amazing. However, when you think about it, the person in front of you is at least a few thousand years old, and it really doesn't feel out of place to be called a child by Him.

Xia Jiong's mind wandered for a while, but he quickly came back to his senses.

He grasped the key point of what Holy Spirit Lingdao said just now, and asked directly: "Holy Lord, what is Xuri?"

"The fairyland is not the top of the void, but the sun is the top of the void." The Holy Spirit said, "Do you want to see it?"

His words were questions, but his tone was not.

But Xia Jiong didn't want to refuse, he nodded to express his desire.

The next moment, Holy Spirit Dao took him to the top of the tower that reaches the sky.

"That's the empty sun." He pointed upwards and said.

Xia Jiong looked up.

Xia Jiong: "..."

and many more.

The young sect leader was dumbfounded.

Said it was a false day...

But isn't that really a black hole? ! ! !

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