The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Regardless of whether Liansheng will go to Zixiao Palace to listen to Taoism in the future, Luo Hu will ask for the title of named disciple.

As long as the time is right and he grabs the futon seat in Zixiao Palace, Liansheng will be the official disciple of the future Taoist ancestor and one of the destined saints.In Luo Hu's opinion, no one is more suitable to be a great disciple than Liansheng. If Liansheng didn't grab the first futon, he wouldn't mind inviting Sanqing to drink tea at Mount Sumeru, or kicking the guys behind him off Zixiao palace.

For example, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin.

The latter two guys have stayed in Mount Sumeru for so long, and even if they think about it, they dare not oppose him.

When fighting for interests, Luo Hu is so arbitrary and inhumane that people can't wait to beat him up.But those who are protected by him under his wings have a different feeling.

Liansheng pretended not to see Hongjun's cold face, and grinned foolishly at Luo Hui.

Or father!

Sure enough, Hongjun is the stepmother Yang Mei mentioned!

Yang Mei and Lian Sheng came to Zixiao Palace once in a while, and Luo Hui, as the half master of Zixiao Palace, directly asked them to stay for a period of time.Anyway, Zixiao Palace covers a large area and has many rooms, so I don't care about adding two more people.It was a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar, and this strange experience made Luo Hu's favorability towards Yang Mei a bit higher.

To lure them with profit is the lowest vehicle; to make friends with them is the best way.

Yang Mei is also very happy to be a bad friend with Luo Hu. In life, there must always be someone who can be entrusted to one or two.

Another point--

The Chaos Orb is on Luo Hu's body!This is the site of mobile life-saving!

Hongjun thought that Luo Hu would take them all away, but he didn't expect to leave Liansheng in the hall.Luo Hu means "You two cultivate your relationship, and Yang Mei and I will go out for a walk."Seeing Luo Hu taking Yang Mei to his flat peach orchard, Hong Jun looked at Lian Sheng, his expressionless face completely unwilling to express any unnecessary emotions.

They are clearly "teacher and apprentice" and secretly "father and son".

If possible, Hongjun really didn't want to see Liansheng's honest and honest face which was exactly the same as Pangu's.

"Liansheng."

"Yes!"

Liansheng sat under him, earnestly waiting for the master's lecture.

Hongjun did not admonish him with divine reasons, but closed his eyes and said, "Listen to my sermon, and ask me if you don't understand."

Liansheng knew that this was a chance, so he held his breath and listened.

In the peach garden.

Yang Mei looked at the perfectly cultivated flat peaches, and felt greedy for a while, "What a big flat peach."

Luo Hu leaned against the tree trunk, "Pick it if you want to eat it."

Yang Mei shook his head, "Forget about the innate spiritual roots, flat peaches have no effect on me."

He is a chaotic spiritual root, and he has a good impression of things that are also spiritual roots.The flat peach tree belongs to the type that is difficult to transform in a lifetime, and its spiritual intelligence is very low. Every peach is its cultivation and essence. Yang Mei doesn't want to take away the hard-won things from the other party.

Luo Hu detested his hypocritical attitude, "You don't have this kind of attitude towards gourds with vines."

Yang Mei said injustice: "How can it be the same, the gourd vine committed its own death, who is to blame!"

Let it not bear fruit, or end up in a gourd!

"If you don't know how to cherish your own cultivation, just let it die." Yang Mei sneered, not having a good impression of the congenital gourd vine, "I have basically seen the top ten innate spiritual roots in the prehistoric era, obviously the gourd vine has such Strong spiritual intelligence, such a good foundation, but you have to believe in the opportunities given by the heavens, and sacrifice your own cultivation to form a congenital gourd."

Think about that Zhunti, transformed into a bodhi tree, will be a quasi-sage in the future, and the world will let him have fun.

The gourd vine deserved to be struck to death by the thunder calamity in the future!

"Probably not—" Luo Hu interrupted Yang Mei's malice, "There are also Jialuluo and Kong Xuan, they were brought up by Gourd Vine, and they have feelings to some extent. If they want to help Gourd Vine, I will not refuse. "

Yang Mei remembered this incident and couldn't help slandering Luo Hu's process of raising a baby.

"You can do your best."

"I'm lazy."

"Will you raise your own children like this in the future?"

"Why not."

Luo Hu lazily replied, Yang Mei rolled his eyes, "I understand, did you just throw it to Hongjun?"

"The horoscope has not been written yet, so don't tell me about the child." Luo Hu stood up straight, with his sleeves hanging down, and he walked in the flat peach forest. The red flowers, red clothes, and fragrant peaches formed a beautiful scene. landscape painting.

Yang Mei wandered behind him, admiring the various spiritual roots in Zixiao Palace.

"You two will really enjoy it."

Such a strong aura is rare outside of 33 days!

"Since it's an ashram, we need to make it look better." Luo Hu took it for granted, this is the place where he decided to retire before, how could he not arrange it carefully.He wished to build this place more magnificent than the legendary heaven, but Hongjun's taste conflicted with him. Between high-profile luxury and low-key luxury, he regrettably chose the latter with more connotations.

"Your eyes..." Yang Mei's gaze drifted to his face, why is it disabled?

Luo Hu said angrily, "Don't mention it!"

Yang Mei shrugged and asked: "Okay, when are you going to go back to Mount Sumeru?"

"I don't know. Hongjun has been delaying time shamelessly. He doesn't want me to go." Luo Hu kicked a stone on the ground.Yang Mei's goosebumps came out when she heard the words, does that cold-hearted Hongjun still have such a hooligan side?

Fancy show affection.

If you pamper her like this, why are you arguing until you get divorced!

Yang Mei carefully shielded the possibility of eavesdropping, and asked Luo Hu: "His side...cough, is it cured?"

Luo Hu's smile twitched slightly, "How do I know?"

"You haven't tried it yet?"

"Do you need me to strip you naked and throw it over there for a try?"

"..."

Yang Mei cursed secretly: You are ruthless.

Doing so would not kill Luo Hu, the culprit, but only him!

After wandering around the small world surrounded by pavilions, towers, pavilions and mist, when Luo Hu and Yang Mei walked towards Zixiao Palace again, a few days had passed.Thinking of the grievances between Hongjun, Chaos Qinglian, and Pangu, Yang Mei made a bet with Luo Hui: "What do you think is Liansheng's first reaction when he sees you later? Weeping with joy? Overjoyed?"

Luo Hu thought: "Hongjun's way of dealing with people and things has always been good, maybe they will get along well?"

Yang Mei looked at him incredulously.

When the two entered the main hall of Zixiao Palace, they heard Hongjun's voice preaching.

Then--

Luo Hu saw Lian Sheng who was listening with gusto below.

"Ah." Luo Hu turned to look at Yang Mei, "I guessed it right, you remember to give me a willow stick from the chaotic hollow willow."

Luo Hu and Yang Mei bet that one was wicker, and the other was the killing spirit of Luo Hu's body.

Yang Mei's heart was bleeding, why did she lose!

Raising his index finger in front of his lips, Luo Hu smiled at Hongjun, and said silently, "I won't bother you anymore." It was rare to see someone who was willing to listen to Hongjun, and Luo Hu was unwilling to disrupt the relationship between Hongjun and Liansheng. .

Avoiding Liansheng who was feeling nothing, he dragged Yang Mei to the apse.

At the place where Luo Hu used to live, Yang Mei reluctantly pulled out the wicker stick and gave it to Luo Hu, "What do you want this thing for?"

Luo Hu smiled and said, "Of course it's the belt!"

Yang Mei was dumbfounded.

Luo Hu said very distressed: "The gourd vine has grown up like that, so it can't be used as a belt anymore."

You said [again]!

Even the congenital gourd vines have not escaped your thieves!

Under Yang Mei's sad eyes, Luo Hu's fingers were exceptionally dexterous. He subdivided the willow into several sections and wove them into a delicate belt. The belt is fresh out of the oven.

"A belt made of chaotic spiritual roots." Luo Hu said leisurely, "Very good."

Yang Mei was injured internally.

Finding an excuse, Yang Mei ran out to listen to the sermon, "I'll go see what Hongjun has said."

Luo Hu sat calmly on the chair, not interested in the outside world at all.He poured himself a glass of freshly squeezed flat peach juice alone, the juice moistened his lips, adding a bit of ruddy complexion, which he took as a regular part of beauty every day.At this moment, Luo Hu's mood has calmed down. Looking at the untouched scenery outside the Zixiao Palace, he has a feeling of tranquility.

There is nothing missing, nothing to worry about, and everything develops according to the known trajectory.

It would be even better if Hongjun could recover quickly.

Luo Hu hooked the tip of his tongue over the wine bottle, tasting the flat peach juice, and the smile in his eyes was as warm and colorful as if it had been dipped in wine.

"Preaching, I don't know how long Yang Mei and Lian Sheng can hold on..."

Ten years later.

Yang Mei was the first to run away.

It's not that Hongjun didn't speak well, but that he was preaching to Liansheng in an in-depth and simple manner, and the content was not suitable for Yang Mei.He was interested in listening to it at first, but later on it was like re-reviewing the course of cultivation. When he got tired of listening, he and Luo Hu quit.

Before leaving, he deliberately said: "Luo Hu, let him say less unnecessary content."

Rahu rested his chin, "Just get used to it."

There will be a lot of "students" who have been treated in the same way.

After Yang Mei left, Luo Hu's greatest interest was to see how long Lian Sheng could listen.Because it gets deeper and deeper, and ten years is not even the beginning of a sermon. It is actually a pity that Yang Mei did not withstand the pressure.

Luo Hu stood and talked without back pain, thinking of Yang Mei's bitter face.

Really bored, he went to the cloud bed in Zixiao Palace and lay down on Hongjun's back to sleep.Liansheng had already entered the state of listening to the sermon, and his face closed his eyes in deep thought, giving Hongjun a fresh feeling that he was preaching to Pangu.

100 years later.

Luo Hu woke up again and heard something that seemed to be snoring.

He looked down.

"..."

Hongjun, you are awesome, Liansheng is also asleep!

What's worse is that it's useless to fall asleep. Hongjun's method of preaching is the kind that pours into the soul, and it's useless to plug the ears!Even in his sleep, he couldn't get rid of Hongjun's figure as a teacher, which can be called a nightmare within a nightmare.

After 200 years--

Luo Hu only said one word to Hongjun, "Let him go."

Hongjun felt a little regretful, "His aptitude is not as good as Pangu's."

Luo Hu buried his face in Hongjun's back, concealing the despair on his face, and said in his heart: If you don't improve the teaching method, believe it or not, you will hear the sermons in Zixiao Palace, and the snores will come and go, one piece after another!

300 years later.

Liansheng, weary.

His primordial spirit has already hid in the lotus seeds of the samsara purple jade lotus, leaving the body of the incarnation outside his body there.

【Father help ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah --】

It's too scary, you can even hear it in Samsara Purple Jade Lotus!

The magic sound rings around your ears!