The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Liansheng found an empty side hall to transform.

Luo Hu was a little nervous for the first time.

"Hongjun, what do you think he will transform into? It won't be King Kong Barbie?"

"what are you saying?"

"Hey, I mean turning into a person whose figure doesn't match his face."

"do not worry."

Hongjun naturally knew the degree of Luo Hu's appearance control, and said with the case of the prehistoric creature transformation: "It's like a fox transformation, usually there are few ugly ones, and some creatures are destined to gain an advantage in appearance. The world is the transformation form of the twelfth-grade samsara purple jade lotus, the body is a lotus flower, and the lotus flower emerges from the mud without being stained, and it is a first-class spiritual creature in the world."

Luo Hu retorted: "This is not certain, the bodhi tree is one of the ten innate spiritual roots, and it still grows like that."

Bodhi tree Bodhi tree, what a name.

It was all ruined on Zhunti's face!

Hongjun smeared a handful of trees without changing his expression, "You can tell by looking at Yang Mei, trees are an exception."

"Can you figure it out?" Luo Hu didn't want to guess, and looked at him expectantly.

Hongjun pinched Luo Hu's cheek lightly with his finger that often calculates, "For things that can be obtained by waiting, you don't need to calculate, you should cultivate a little patience."

Luo Hu had no choice but to sit with Hongjun in the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

Liansheng failed to come out for a long time, Luo Hu couldn't help sharing a ray of spiritual thought to look at the side hall, but Liansheng discovered it.

"Father! Can't look ahead!"

"..."

"It's not okay to peek!"

"Ok."

Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, Luo Hu complained: "How is Liansheng so sensitive in this respect like a little girl?"

Hongjun said casually: "It was cultivated by you."

Luo Hu denied this, "I gave Pangu prenatal education before he was born, hoping that he would grow into a shy man, but he still became a strong man." From Liansheng to Pangu, he Unable to understand: "You said his mother is the 36th grade Chaotic Qinglian, Qinglian is so beautiful, how could he grow up like that!"

Hongjun pondered, "This is really a mysterious question."

Putting his palms on his stomach, Luo Hu said suspiciously, "My child shouldn't grow crooked."

Hongjun swears with the way of heaven, it must be good-looking.

Tiandao, who was in the dark, received contact from the future Taoist ancestor, and wanted to say that he didn't care about this kind of thing.

The main hall of Zixiao Palace has been devastated by many storms, and it is still similar to the first layout. Every fairy is a small expert in furniture repair.Looking at the majestic scene around him, Luo Hu suddenly said, "I feel like something is missing."

Hongjun thought he was going to come up with a new idea, and asked with interest: "What's missing?"

He planned to preach to the prehistoric beings in Zixiao Palace. An environment for listening to the sermon would help establish his prestige. If Luo Hu could improve the environment for him to preach, he would be happy to see it.

Luo Hu walked down from the cloud bed, turned around, and occasionally moved the position of the incense burner.

Hongjun sat on the cloud bed, holding a jade plate of good fortune, wearing purple clothes and white hair, he could be described as an immortal among immortals.With a faint smile on his face, he looked at Luo Hu gently with his eyes, imitating the posture of preaching in advance.

Rahu stared at him.

"Luo Hu?" Hong Jun asked hesitantly. He was rarely watched so intently by Luo Hu, and his usual relaxed and casual sitting posture seemed a bit wrong. He adjusted his mentality and made his sitting posture more correct.

In front of Taoist companions, he still hopes to show a better side.

After all, they haven't gotten back together yet.

He looked ahead and met Luo Hu's gaze.

However, Hongjun found that what Luo Hu was looking at was not him, but his back.

Luo Hu suddenly realized, and pointed to that place, "It's missing there, no wonder I said something is missing!"

Hongjun: "..."

It's not me you're looking at.

As if to see through the secrets of the world, Luo Hu proudly said: "Hongjun, write a word on it."

Hongjun turned his head to look at the back, a wall, what should he write?

In an instant—

He said in his heart: Naturally, he wrote "Tao".

The level of a person's realm can be easily expressed in words.For example, Luo Hu wrote "Mount Sumeru" on the cliff. These three words deterred the entire prehistoric west, and no one dared to come to provoke Mount Sumeru.

"Write with this thing."

Seeing that he was enlightened, Luo Hu took out a pen from the mustard space, which was made of the hair of a chaotic beast.

The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

I am amazed at the extent of your chaos robbery.

Holding the writing brush in hand, Hongjun took a deep breath and concentrated his strength on the tip of the writing brush. Gold appeared on the white tip of the brush. Just as he was about to touch the wall, Luo Hu quickly said, "Black!" Hongjun changed the color accordingly, and the tip of the brush became The purest black, like the ink in Luo Hu's memory.

In Luo Hu's view, there is nothing more shocking than ink characters.

The big golden characters he put on Mount Sumeru are not counted, they are the works he wrote for fun back then.

Looking at Hongjun, Luo Hu felt the expectation of witnessing the myth.There is an allusion in the prehistoric stream he wrote. The listener came 33 days away and found a fairy dojo, and he felt more pressure when he entered it.Everyone stayed inside or outside the gate of Zixiao Palace according to their strength, and there were seven futons in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and the cloud bed in the middle was empty.

Behind the cloud bed, the word "Tao" shocked everyone.

This character was written by the ancestor Hongjun.

Seeing the word "Tao", the monks who came here with faith and suspicion were fascinated and deeply felt their own insignificance.

After traveling through so many years, Luo Hu suddenly wanted to see the most classic Zixiao Palace in Honghuang and listen to the sermon.

For this reason, Zixiao Palace also needs to increase the corresponding force!

While Luo Hu was thinking wildly, Hongjun reconsidered and raised his hand towards the wall in the air.

The first stroke is at the "point", one of the most important places for Shen Yun.

Hongjun is very confident.

In the wilderness, there should be no one with a higher state of mind than him, unless Pangu is resurrected and the chaotic green lotus reappears, he does not believe that there will be a chaotic demon god who understands "Tao" better than him.

Even Rahu!

Hongjun writes, with deep eyes, entering the wonderful realm of becoming one with the Dao of Heaven.

first sum.

The tip of the pen touched the wall, and suddenly softened, "Pa——"

A lump of black ink appeared on the snow-white wall. Experiments have proved that the novice's calligraphy is shameful.

Hongjun: "..."

Luo Hu: "..."

He reacted and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, you have today too!"

Luo Hu laughed so hard that his stomach ached. In his eyes, Hongjun was almost omnipotent, throwing away those male gods who were called perfect in later generations by a dimensional wall.But he never thought that a mere calligraphy with a brush could trick Hongjun!

Hongjun said blankly: "The tip is soft."

He retracted the pen, and his sleeves hung down to cover the pen.

Want to destroy the corpse.

Luo Hu supported his waist and kept laughing, "Otherwise? Do you think it's hard?"

Hong Huang didn't have a pen at this time, Luo Hu pointed at the pen unceremoniously and said: "This is the first pen in the world, how can you dislike it, it has witnessed your black history, you can try to destroy it!"

Under these words, suddenly the heavens sent down merit!

This simple pen was suddenly shrouded in golden light and won the honor of "the first pen in the world".

Hongjun's face became even colder.

"The way of heaven..."

"Heaven will not help you anymore, just write obediently."

Seeing that Tiandao was standing in his position this time, Luo Hu said proudly, "Write!"

Zixiao Palace had to stage a scene of Hongjun practicing calligraphy.

Fortunately, Hongjun was extremely talented and did not let Luo Hu watch the jokes for too long. After practicing five or six times, Hongjun mastered the essence of writing brushes, and his good calligraphy surpassed the best calligraphy of ordinary people.

Maybe give him more time, Hongjun can write better characters, but he pays more attention to the state of mind.

When the state of mind arrives, the word is the Tao.

Under his writing stroke by stroke, a simple "Tao" was branded on the wall.

Even Luo Hu was touched when he saw it, and he became enlightened.

On the road of cultivation, they all confirmed each other, but this time it was Hongjun's "Tao" that guided him into the state of comprehension.

Hongjun walked to his side and looked at the words he wrote, inevitably feeling a sense of accomplishment.This is all the comprehension he has learned so far, and he has entered the state of heaven with the help of the good luck jade plate, which can be said to be his peak state at this time.

The words he wrote are the "Tao" in his heart.

"Hongjun."

At some point, Luo Hu finished his comprehension and looked at him with a smile.

Hongjun waited for his next sentence.

Luo Hu said casually: "It's amazing, I'm not as good as you, I'm worthy of being my man."

Hongjun smiled.

He felt that the second half of the sentence was more beautiful than the first half.

Luo Hu didn't make him happy for too long, the red clothes were arrogant, conceited and arrogant, "But I will surpass you, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high, the victory or defeat between you and me is not now, so don't stay where you are Too long!"

Hongjun said calmly: "I think the height of the devil is one foot high and the road is ten feet taller."

Luo Hu snorted coldly, "We will know in the future."

They stopped talking and looked at the side hall together, Liansheng sent out a wave of power.

It's a changeling!

It doesn't matter what "Tao" or "demon" is. What Luo Hu wants to know is how good-looking Lian Sheng is after he walks out.He was fed up with Pangu's rough face, a real man only needs a figure, and a good-looking face!

The palace door was pushed open with a soft creaking sound.

A boy in a purple robe came out, with his head bowed and his long black hair hanging down.

"Father, Master."

There is a lotus crown on the head, and sun and moon boots on the feet.

The boy raised his head and smiled at them innocently, revealing a bit of honesty.

His eyes are like lacquer, and his face is handsome.

To describe him in one sentence, it would be——to live up to the name of "Liansheng".

The author has something to say: #818 The hot young and beautiful Liansheng Da! #

[The scoring time is up. 】

Luo Hu: 85 points.

Hongjun: 60 points.

Luo Hu (leaning): Why do you have such a low score?

Hongjun: I like your type.

Rahu (smiling).