To live in the floods [ floods ]

The moonlight is gentle, and the lunar star has no sunlight for many years. This is the only place in the whole prehistoric region where the sun does not shine, and it is filled with a strong atmosphere of extreme yin.

Under the laurel tree, two slender figures in blue clothes leaned together, whispering, and the light from the laurel tree stretched their shadows very long.

Shang Qian was wearing Chang Yi's cloak, and he was leaning against Chang Yi. After Shang Qian generously let Chang Yi and the two talk for a few more words, Chang Yi found that the woman he met by chance was really a rare confidant .

At least the two agree with the concept of sneak attack first when fighting.

Chang Yi couldn't help it for a while, and it was difficult to say a few more words. She didn't expect to dabble in everything from business money to prehistoric creatures and habits to all kinds of spiritual treasures and talents, and even ordinary magic arts.

Naturally, the two hit it off, and the more they talked, the more excited they became. Naturally, Chang Yi invited Shang Qian to the Moon Star for a sit down.

Ever since Xi He went to Zixiao Palace, there was only Chang Yi left alone on the Lunar Star. She was always a little lonely in her heart, but she had to put on a cold air, and it was hard for her to talk to other creatures in the prehistoric world.

Chang Yi was very pleasantly surprised when he met Shang Qian—what a nice person, he not only has a generous personality, he gave up all the Lingbao he got, and he is also knowledgeable and has the same views as a hero in many aspects.

Just like now, the topic of the two of them has changed from monasticism to dojo.

Shang Qian was a little emotional: "I went out this time to collect some more precious spiritual plants while Da Luo Jinxian was away."

Under the faint moonlight, Shang Qian's eyes were covered with a layer of hazy silver.

"It's a pity that I didn't find many. I wanted to plant some rare spiritual plants in my dojo in the future, but it seems that I can only make a long-term plan." Shang Qian was a little worried, and the next moment he put this slight worry behind him.

She took out a dead branch, which was obviously a dry branch, but exuded a strong vitality, and Shang Qian handed the branch to Chang Yi.

Chang Yi carefully distinguished the dead branches, with regret in his eyes: "The body of this dead branch can be called a top-grade spiritual plant, but it's a pity that there is only one branch, and it may be very different from the body if it is nourished."

Shang Qian's tone was brisk: "I was originally looking for the spiritual value to focus on the dojo not for use, but to use the spiritual plant to breathe out the aura and add a little aura to my dojo. For me, it doesn't matter whether it is the body or a branch. big gap."

Chang Yi nodded.

"Well, it's a pity that even if it's just this kind of branch, I haven't encountered many in these years of traveling in the prehistoric region." Shang Qian was a little depressed when he mentioned this, but still forced a smile at Chang Yi.

"Maybe I have nothing to do with them."

Chang Yi felt a little depressed when she noticed the new friend beside her.Although Shang Qian quickly covered up the downturn and shifted the topic to other places, Chang Yi could still feel that the new friend cared about it.

If it's just a branch... Chang Yi raised her head slightly and looked at the swaying branches of the laurel tree with an inexplicable expression.

Such a big laurel tree, just break two branches...

In Zixiao Palace, the voice full of Dao sentiment stopped suddenly.

Hongjun's face was flat, his eyes were half closed, and he said flatly: "This is the end of the first sermon."

The next moment, on the futon at the head of the hall, Daozu's figure disappeared without a trace, without a word of extraneous words.

"Worthy of being the Taoist ancestor, he is really a master."

At this time, some of the three thousand Zixiao guests had come back from listening to the sermon, and saw the whole process of Hongjun leaving cleanly, and couldn't help but admire him respectfully.

The rest of the people also nodded slightly to show their agreement. After hearing the sermon this time, no one would doubt Hongjun's ability anymore. Everyone respected the first Taoist who was sanctified.

"Yes, yes, no wonder the old man was able to become a saint."

"That's what a saint should do. Brother Zhang, what do you think?"

"Me too..."

Immediately, the main hall of Zixiao Palace was filled with all kinds of compliments.

Even Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi nodded in agreement, obviously agreeing with the term "sage demeanor".

Tong Tian, ​​the only one who probably knew the facts, had a weird expression on his face. Didn't one of these people guess that Dao Zu might just simply not communicate with others?

"However, Daozu, the old man, just said that the first sermon is over. Could it be that there will be a second one?" At this time, a question came from the crowd.

The two little boys, Haotian and Yaochi, have been surrounded by clever creatures.

Di Jun led Tai and pulled Haotian to an unobtrusive corner, and asked softly with a soft smile on his face: "Young boy, can you tell me when Zu's next sermon will be?"

Haotian thought for a while, and the master seemed to have mentioned that the three sermons were separated by 3000 years.

This is not a secret, Haotian said boldly: "It should be 3000 years later, I don't know the exact date."

"Thank you, boy." Di Jun was polite.

This increased Haotian's favorability towards him a lot. Since he was born, he has been doing odd jobs in Zixiao Palace. This is the first time someone has greeted him so politely.

At this time, the more witty creatures had already sneaked through and overheard these words, and they all nodded secretly, making up their minds that they must come to grab a front row next time.

What if I can leave a good impression on Daozu.

The rest of the prehistoric creatures had already left. After thinking about it a little bit, they found Haotian and Yaochi with a clear goal. Immediately, these two boys who didn't have a high sense of existence surrounded them circle after circle. Da Luo Jinxian.

Seeing this, Lao Tzu also wanted to squeeze in, but his sleeve was grabbed from behind. When he turned around, he saw Tong Tian who was smiling brightly.

The fellow's two rows of white teeth gleamed with pride.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and suddenly had a decision in my heart, and naturally took back the steps I took.

"Let's go." Lao Tzu said two words calmly, almost forgetting that he still had his "good" brother.

Tong Tian looked left at the old man with an unknown smile on his face, and right at Yuan Shi with a face as cold as jade, exuding an unpleasant aura all over his body, and the feeling of something bad in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He took two steps back subconsciously: "Forget it, I still have something to ask Master... Sigh, I can walk by myself, so don't drag me..."

Laozi and Yuanshi drove Tongtian expressionlessly, one left and one right, and planned to teach Tongtian together what it means to be honest with your brother.

On the other side, Nuwa and Fuxi had disappeared a long time ago, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who did not cultivate their souls and could not understand preaching, rushed to Honghuang impatiently as early as Hongjun had just left, making up their minds that they might not come next time .

The cheerful Hong Yun followed behind Zhen Yuanzi without noticing that Zhun Ti was looking at him wrongly.

Among the crowd, there was also a noble and elegant woman with three thousand green silk like waterfalls and a beautiful white gauze dress with a cold expression. It was Xi He. There was a trace of worry in her eyebrows. 33 days in a hurry.

An outsider stepped into the Lunar Star, and Xi He was a little worried. While she was worried about her sister, she was also worried about her sister's methods.

She shouldn't be allowed to believe Di Jun's nonsense and just learn some dishonest methods. It would be bad if something happened.

When they arrived at Lunar Star, the first thing Xi He saw was Chang Yi who had sensed her return and came out to greet her happily.

The head was there, the arms were there, and the two legs were also there. Xi He was slightly relieved that his sister was fine.

The line of sight then moved down. There was no trace of damage to the Guanghan Palace, and there was no trace of fighting on the Lunar Star, so there should be no accident.Huh, Laurel seems to be balder than before she left?

Chang Yi's always icy pretty face was a little bit softer when she saw Xi He again, and her voice was cold but slightly coquettish: "Sister."

Xi He's eyes suddenly turned away from the tree, and she looked at Chang Yi who was in good condition, not missing arms or legs, nor injured, her expression suddenly relaxed, and she showed a very gentle smile.

Forget it, it's not a big deal.

"I met a new friend." Chang Yi was eager to share her joy with her sister, and Xi He, who was familiar with her, could of course detect it, so she followed her sister very caringly and asked.

"Really, I don't know the name of that fellow daoist?"

Chang Yi opened her mouth subconsciously, but suddenly shut down the next moment.

"Chang Yi?" Xi He, who couldn't wait for his sister to speak for a long time, was a little puzzled.

Chang Yi's slender eyebrows furrowed little by little, as if she didn't know the name of her new friend.

Seeing that Chang Yi's expression was wrong, Xi He changed the subject very understandingly: "Then where is this fellow Taoist's ashram? What is it?"

Chang Yi: "..."

The only gender she seems to know is female.

Xi He sighed, raised his hand and rubbed Chang Yi's head: "Forget it, no one can tell about fate. By the way, what happened to our laurel tree? Why do I feel that it seems a little wilted?"

Chang Yi: "..."

Chang Yi felt that something was wrong.

After a while, Chang Yi's eyes lit up, she took out the Lingbao beads given to her by the merchant, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister, look, this is a gift from my friend."

Fortunately, the beads are still there. She did make a friend, not a friend in a dream.