The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

33 days after the people on the top of her home had gone, Yang Mei was one step behind them and set off slowly.He is much clearer than Zhunti, 33 days away is not a place that ordinary people can enter, and he has personally gone to Zixiao Palace to look for Luo Hu, so he is not afraid of getting lost.

But the weather is unpredictable.

he's lost.

Staring at the chaotic and distorted environment, Yang Mei scolded Hongjun for being shameless in his heart. He clearly remembered that Zixiao Palace was here, but when he came, he found that Zixiao Palace was gone!

Can Zixiao Palace run?able!

The quasi-sage can't make the dojo run long legs, but the saint can!

Yang Mei didn't continue to fight with Hongjun, it was a waste of time.He resolutely turned around and went back to move the savior, not mentioning any face for the time being, and must not waste the chance of sanctification!

On Mount Sumeru, which is like spring all the year round, most of the clouds and mists have disappeared, exposing the flattened top of the mountain. The legendary Sumeru Palace, where the mighty people live, is also faintly visible from the outside world.Near there, sat a man in red, as if stealing half a day's leisure.

When Yang Mei hurried back, Luo Hu saw this, swallowed the grapes he had just swallowed in surprise, and said, "What happened?"

Yang Mei said calmly: "Zixiao Palace is not where it is."

Luo Hu clapped his hands and threw him a jade tablet from his sleeve, "There is a guide on it, follow it and you will find Zixiao Palace."

Yang Mei was speechless, "So simple?"

"Otherwise?" Luo Hu asked back, quite interesting, "Zixiao Palace is my site, do you think Hongjun can build the Zixiao Palace dojo 33 days before proving the Tao? That dojo was opened by me, and the things in it It was arranged by Hongjun."

Wherever Zixiao Palace went, Luo Hu had a way to find out.

"Since it's so simple, why did Hongjun stop me?" Yang Mei's brows were twisted into twists, wondering why Hongjun was going to make an extra move.

Luo Hu mentioned a possibility: "Probably I hope that you will retreat in spite of the difficulties."

"I will never give up!"

Yang Mei immediately dropped the words and flew 33 days away.

Seeing his friend who is also the Chaos Demon God turned into a small black spot on the horizon, Luo Hu pinched his fingers boredly alone, wanting to imitate those immortals and deduce the future.

But he doesn't have this talent...

The result of the deduction: Those monks who went to listen to the sermon are dancing samba.

Luo Hu almost choked.

After spitting out the grape seeds in time, he gave up and continued to take the grapes from the fruit plate, and put his palm on his abdomen, feeling the unstable qi.

There was a crimson light in his eyes, and he said with a light smile, "You said... If you were born when Hongjun was preaching, would Hongjun come back to visit us in fright?" This wicked thought Bring it up, the gas in the abdomen seems to be eager to try.

Both father and son are restless guys.

"It seems that you also like my proposal." Luo Hu's smile deepened, like a spring breeze, but he really didn't plan to make trouble during this period.

Weather, location, and people.

He hopes that his child will be born as the times require, with a noble life.

This is not the best time yet.

In the apse of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's eyes were connected with the Dao of Heaven, ignoring that no one would ignore the things on the other side of Mount Sumeru.Hearing that Luo Hu wanted to have a baby at this critical period, Hongjun's back was in cold sweat. Fortunately, Luo Hu just made a joke for him, and continued to sit on Mount Sumeru to rest after speaking, instead of actually playing this trick for him.

As a father for the first time, Hongjun is like anyone in some respects.

He wanted to see the birth of his child with his own eyes, to see what kind of child he and Rahu's blood would conceive, and to give the other the best.

If it can't be achieved, it will be extremely regrettable.

After sorting out the materials for the last sermon and making sure they were correct, Hongjun dismissed distracting thoughts, closed his eyes, and called out his three corpses.In an instant, the benevolent corpse far away in the heaven, the evil corpse that cannot be restrained, and the third corpse self appeared in front of him together.

The faces of the three people are different, among which the good corpse is as gentle as a fairy, the evil corpse is as arrogant as a demon, and the self is gray-haired. If placed outside, no one can connect them with Hongjun.

The three corpses testified!

Hongjun respects them and is willing to listen to their opinions before preaching, "I am about to preach and create a branch of Taoism. Would you like to help me?"

Bai Ze responded with a smile, saw the evil corpse standing with folded arms, said nothing, and couldn't help but wink at the evil corpse he hadn't seen for a long time.

[At this time, don't fight against the main body. 】

[I want you to take care of it. 】

[Hongjun will be able to reunite soon, and his feelings will be weak at that time, and he will definitely not show affection when he cleans you up. 】【……】

As the future crisis approached, the evil corpse held its nose and bowed its head.

He let go of past grievances and said helplessly: "The higher your cultivation base, the better my cultivation base will be. If you don't help me, who can I help you?"

Hongjun nodded happily, and turned his gaze to the third corpse who had been getting colder and colder recently.

I have a close connection with the Dao of Heaven, and I have been much more affected than Hongjun. Seeing that Hongjun needs his support, I nodded, "As long as you don't get dizzy and screw up the position of Dao Patriarch, I will definitely stand On your side."

Hongjun said calmly: "I thought I was very reliable in your heart."

I showed a strange expression, "Usually." In the second half of the sentence, he said: "The premise is that you don't meet Luo Hu. Every time you are with Luo Hu, I feel a toothache."

Tired and crooked!

Looking at his own body with self-disgust.

At the same time, both Bai Ze and the zombie laughed loudly, "That's right!"

Hongjun ignored them, and put the sorted jade plaques in front of them, "Show me one, and give your opinions."

His three corpses were collectively stunned.

Fuck, what is this pile of things!

At this time, only the old man's outward self could tremblingly ask: "I think this is a lot, how long do you plan to preach?"

Hongjun said calmly and calmly: "The Dao is three thousand, how could it be short."

Bai Ze moved his fingers and counted, "Tao" is very profound, and it will take a year to get a glimpse of the threshold, not to mention the Three Thousand Dao, which encompasses everything.He counted one year according to a Dao, and Hongjun wanted to finish the lecture for at least 3000 years!

Don't you fucking need to catch your breath!

The good corpse only dared to slander in his heart, while the evil corpse was much more straightforward, "Are you planning to drive them all crazy?"

Hongjun shook his head, "I believe in their desire to seek the Tao."

After receiving the confident answer from the main body, the three corpses felt a little pitiful for the monk Honghuang.The Chaos Demon God has no sense of time, but it doesn't mean that the Primordial Cultivator has no sense of time!

With the same mysterious self-confidence as always, Hongjun began to discuss the details of the sermon with his three corpses.The three corpses are all individuals differentiated from him. Simply put, the brain circuit can be more or less connected to him, so there is no need to worry about unintelligible situations.

After careful adjustment by the three corpses, a textbook that could take 3000 years to finish appeared.

Bai Ze looked at Hongjun with respect in his eyes.

In Luo Hu's words - this is the conscience of the industry!

With the completion of the task, Hongjun let the good corpse and the evil corpse go back wherever they should.The only thing left in front of him that didn't leave was ego, and ego wanted to go too, but Hongjun stared at him so tightly that his hairs stood on end.

The ontology is narcissistic?

I touched my old skin and thought it was impossible.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun said: "You look very good."

self:"……"

Hongjun sighed: "In terms of appearance, I lack this advantage of yours." His face twitched, and he replied: "I haven't seen you for a while, your aesthetics are distorted?"

How good is his old orange-peeled appearance!

If it wasn't for avoiding Luo Hu at the beginning, he wouldn't have become like this, and in the end he was so disgusted by Luo Hu.

Hongjun frowned, "Xia Chong is beyond words."

I looked at him coldly, wanting to turn my face, "You don't have to speak like Rahu, and explain what you mean clearly."

"Your appearance is more suitable to be a teacher."

"……what?"

"Although beauty and ugliness are appearances, people in the world are often confused and tend to lack respect."

Speaking of these words, Hongjun inevitably thought of Luo Hu. The two little devils, Garuda Luo and Kong Xuan, had deep feelings for Luo Hu, but Luo Hu's behavior and gorgeous appearance caused them to have little awe of Luo Hu. heart of.

Hongjun is the patriarch who wanted to create Taoism, how could he make the same mistake.

"I'm going to preach in your image."

"you……"

I swallowed my persuasion and looked at the firmness of the main body.

"Whatever you want." I couldn't bear Hongjun's persistence, and quickly turned into a ray of light and penetrated into Hongjun's eyebrows.After obtaining self-consent, Hongjun's handsome and unparalleled appearance showed signs of aging, such as black hair stained with frost, and he became an old man in an instant.

Time, the butcher's knife, was perfectly presented on him.

Hongjun waved his hand, and a water mirror stood in front of him.

Looking at the unfathomable old man in the mirror, Hongjun thought for a while, and changed into the purple robe that Luo Hu always called "the coquettish bag".

In the mirror, the old man in gray is sitting on the cloud bed, as if he has insight into everything in the world.

"It looks fine."

After talking to himself, his eyes suddenly looked towards the hall.

In the main hall, someone walked to the fifth place among the seven futons!

"Sister, there is a futon to sit on here." Fuxi walked quickly, and before they had time to say hello to Liansheng and Sanqing, he turned around and said with a smile on his face.

Dimples appeared on Nuwa's cheeks, and she walked over happily, "Aren't you going to sit down, brother?"

"Sister sit down." Fuxi said generously.

While the brother and sister were talking warmly, another figure appeared outside Zixiao Palace.The young man in green robe saw the empty futon in the hall, without blinking his eyelids, he sat directly where Fuxi wanted Nuwa to sit.

Fuxi recognized the other party and was stunned.

Nuwa, who didn't know Yang Mei, stared round her eyes. This man is so rude!

Yang Mei pursed her lips and reminded them: "What are you looking at, isn't there still room in the back?"

He pointed to the two empty seats next to him.

Nu Wa gave him a blank look, and her favorability towards Yang Mei plummeted.She swayed and pulled her brother to the side, occupying the two seats behind one after another, so as not to be so delayed, there was not even a place to rest.

The author has something to say: #818The Habit of Grabbing Positions in the Zixiao Palace#

Luo Hu: We should develop the habit of respecting the old and caring for the young.

Yang Mei: ==

Luo Hu: When it's time to grab it, it's better to grab it!

Yang Mei: =v= That's right!

Hongjun: ...