To live in the floods [ floods ]

Time is like running water, and in the blink of an eye, it is the third Zixiao Palace sermon.

Before Tong Tian left, he pulled Shang Qian to read and read, unwilling to say: "How can I have such a stupid apprentice as you, after thousands of years, I am not even a Da Luo Jinxian..."

Shang Qian blinked lightly: "It's all my fault for the blunt crossbow, for failing to live up to Master's expectations."

Even so, there was not much guilt in his tone.

"Forget it, Guang Chengzi started before you, and he is still just a Taiyi True Immortal for nearly ten thousand years." Tong Tian instead excused Shang Qian.

Therefore, this kind of thing still needs to be compared. Yuanshi’s eldest disciple Guang Chengzi has been trapped on the threshold of Taiyi Zhenxian for nearly ten thousand years, and the second disciple Yuding’s practice for thousands of years is only enough to break through the Golden Immortal. Get up, Shang Qian who breaks through to the perfect state of Sanhua Juding Taiyi in the same time period becomes someone else's child.

Shangqian watched Sanqing's figure, 33 days away, stood with his hands behind his back, chuckled, exchanged greetings with Guangchengzi Yuding who also came to see him off, turned and walked into his yard.

In the quiet room, Shang Qian sat quietly on the futon, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his closed eyes slowly opened, helplessly dissipating the spiritual power gathered around him.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

All kinds of feelings about business money surround my heart, and I can't help but sigh "Life is hard".

Now is not the time to break through the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Breaking through from the realm of Taiyi to the realm of Daluo needs to go through three disasters and five calamities, and then you can truly achieve longevity.

After all, Taiyi Zhenxian only has a slightly longer lifespan, and only when he reaches Daluo Jinxian can he truly live as long as the sky and achieve longevity.

When Taiyi enters the realm of Daluo, he will experience three disasters and five calamities from heaven, and if he is not careful, he will die.

"It's a matter of life, how can you be so rash." Shang Qian couldn't help complaining in a low voice when he thought of Tong Tian's usual way of crossing the catastrophe taught by Hong Huang.

Even the so-called safe method that Lao Tzu told her was just to prepare more pills and then carry them hard.

How many layers of success rate can this have, matters related to one's own life, there is no [-]% certainty, how can you do it?

Shang Qian felt that the matter of breaking through Da Luo still had to be considered in the long run.For example, after his dear and dear Master Hongjun and Tiandao are tied together, he will secretly open a back door for himself when he crosses the tribulation.

There is a way to cross the robbery.For example, the wind robbery, blowing the wind, this wind is also the wind, and the nine winds are also the wind, but can the survival rate of the one and nine be the same.

This is the most important way to go through the back door, but you can't pin all your hopes on others.

Shang Qian thought to himself that all the pills and spirit treasures that should be prepared should be prepared, and it would be best to get some merits to protect him.

Prehistoric merits are not easy to make... Shang Qian caressed the wooden human nature template in his hand, with a wave of his left hand, a book appeared stroke by stroke, and with a pull of his right hand, a section of gourd vine was pulled out from the void.

Empress Nuwa will definitely gain some merit, and if she has time, she will go to the Wu Clan again to make friends with Empress Houtu.

Speaking of which, there has been a lot of movement in the Yaozu in recent days. Di Juntai and one or two birds are very high-profile, and there is a faint tendency to pull the Yaozu and the Wuzu into confrontation.It seems that after hearing the sermon for the third time, the demon clan heaven should be established... This merit cannot be touched, it is a terrible thing.

Thinking of this, Shang Qian's fingertips slightly twitched the knee, his facial expression changed, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he showed a slight smile.

However, there will always be.

Shang Qian let out a muffled snort, separated a golden crystal from his body, and his breath suddenly weakened a little.

This is the "cultivation charging treasure" invented by herself, which can extract her own cultivation and turn it into a real body, which is very effective in suppressing her cultivation.

"Stay safe, stay safe, let's wait for our dear and beloved master to become the spokesperson of the way of heaven, and then go through the back door." Shang Qian muttered, took out the jade tube, and started the fifth round of review.

At this moment in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun paused and glanced around.

After attracting everyone's attention, he spoke slowly: "There is only one last thing left in this sermon—sanctification."

All the creatures held their breath and pricked up their ears for fear of missing something.

"There are three ways to achieve holiness, proving the Tao with strength, proving the Tao by beheading three corpses, and proving the Tao with merit." Hong Jun's voice was like broken jade hitting a spring, and he said eloquently.

Blossoming cyan lotus dao rhymes emerged from Zixiao Palace, and the aura was thickly condensed into water mist. Gradually, the creature standing at the end couldn't hold on anymore, and its eyelids drooped dizzily.

It went on like this for another nine years, and no more than two palms were still awake, and they were all standing in the front row or sitting on futons.

"Wake up." After Hongjun finished speaking about the way of becoming a saint, he raised his voice slightly to wake up all the sleeping people.

The people who woke up all had wry smiles on their faces, and they couldn't even hear the way of sanctification. They naturally understood that they didn't have the qualifications and opportunities at all, but who could be sanctified?

The people in the back row unanimously set their eyes on the people in the first two rows who hadn't fallen asleep.

"Ancestor Dao, I wonder who can have the hope of proving the holy way and becoming a saint of Hunyuan?" Houtu, the only one among the twelve ancestor witches who insisted on coming here to listen to the sermon, asked.

Hongjun was silent for a moment, and then his lips moved slightly: "If you want to become a saint, you must comprehend the Dao. When the Primordial Enlightenment has not yet opened, the three thousand avenues are filled with the Primordial Enlightenment."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the creatures in the first two rows who insisted on listening to Hongjun's sermon, which had been filled with joy in their hearts, suddenly paled like snow.After Pangu opened the world, there was only the prehistoric, not the primordial, so don't they have the chance to become holy?

"The great way is four or nine, and the sky escapes one. After Pangu created the world, the primordial qi was shattered, leaving behind several paths of primordial purple energy." Six paths of primordial purple qi appeared out of thin air in front of Hong Jun.

Everyone immediately showed excitement.

Hongjun tapped his fingertips, and three of them flew towards Sanqing: "Sanqing can become a saint."

A lot of people below immediately showed their faces, and even those who insisted on listening to the Tao and thought that they had a chance were quick to calculate in their hearts. There were only six primordial purple qi in total, and the three of them accounted for three of them. These dozen people divided up the other three, why?

"Thank you, master!" Tong Tian grabbed the three purple qi with a smile, kept one for himself, and stuffed the other two into the arms of his two elder brothers.

Countless surprised gazes shot at Tong Tian immediately, and he called out Zu...Master?

Hongjun nodded slightly, acquiescing to the title, paused, and couldn't help telling: "Be more calm in the future, you are almost a saint, don't let others laugh at you."

After all, he was his own apprentice, Hongjun's words obviously protected Tong Tianshun, Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi under his wings.It is also to tell others in Zixiao Palace not to try to snatch Sanqing's primordial purple energy.

"You are predestined with me, so you can make disciples for us." Hongjun said again, this sentence was obviously addressed to Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi.

Naturally, the two of them bowed their heads to the ground and apprenticed to their teachers on the spot.

The eyes of the rest of the people suddenly became hot.Originally, I thought that only one apprentice of the Taoist ancestor would give the Sanqing Sandao Hongmeng Ziqi, but now that the Taoist ancestor opens his mouth to accept disciples, is it possible that other people can worship under the Taoist ancestor and hope to become a saint?

Hongjun looked at Nuwa again: "You are also destined."

Nüwa was overjoyed, she kowtowed to her master following Lao Tzu's and Yuan Yuan's appearance, and also got a burst of purple energy.

Afterwards, Hongjun kept scanning the Zixiao Palace. According to the indication given to him by the Dao of Heaven, he should accept Zhunti and Yingying as disciples, and these two also have the chance to become saints.

However, Hongjun reluctantly glanced at the two Taoists from the west with bitter faces.He likes people like Tongtian and Shangqian who are warm, kind, and very close and filial, but Zhunti and Jieying have nothing to do with enthusiasm.

"Zhunti and Yingying, name my disciples for me." Under Tiandao's constant urging, Hongjun reluctantly uttered a sentence.

And as soon as these words came out, the people standing in the first and second rows, especially Di Jun, hated so much in their hearts that they wished to chew on Zhunti and Jieyin who had robbed his younger brother of the Supreme One. I ate it.

Now anyone can see that the apprenticeship and the Primordial Ziqi are all based on the futon.

Tai Yi didn't think there was anything wrong, and still wanted to pat Di Jun on the shoulder to comfort him.

There are also the twelve well-developed limbs and no brains of the Wu Clan. If it weren't for them, he and Tai Yi would have no place at all. Di Jun's eyes lit up, and he decided to build up power after he returned, and insisted on killing the Wu Clan No.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "Ancestor Dao, I don't know if there is any extra for this primordial purple energy?"

But it was Hong Yun, who was looking at Hongjun with a face of shame, holding his last hope.Originally, he should also have a position... If he had known this, he should have given it to Zhen Yuanzi instead of someone else.

Hongjun hesitated, his ears turned red slightly: "No more."

Only then did the rest of the Zixiao Palace sigh in unison.

Zhunti and Jieying looked at each other calmly, knowing that the two of them owed Hongyun and Dijun Taiyi a great karma, so plans gradually started in their hearts...

"You stay here and leave the rest of the people, then go away." Hongjun said, and after a while, only Sanqing, Nuwa and Xixi were left in the huge hall of Zixiao Palace.

After all the people had dispersed, Hongjun suddenly looked at Tongtian, and said calmly, "Don't be naughty in the future, bring more money to practice, don't trust others too much, listen to your brother more, and have a calmer personality... Forget it, it’s better to be lively.”

Nuwa and Xixi immediately understood that even though they are all disciples of Daozu now, Tongtian and "Shangqian" are different in Daozu's heart after all.

"Master?" Tong Tian's heart tightened, he keenly sensed that something was wrong with Hongjun today.Why do you say these words suddenly? It doesn't seem like you're teaching, but it's like parting...

"There is a deficiency in the way of heaven, I will be in harmony with the way of heaven, and I will not leave Zixiao Palace for no major incidents in the future." Hongjun did not reply to Tongtian, he raised his voice flatly, and the whole Honghuang could hear it clearly.

Tongtian was stunned, his heart was in a mess, and then Tongtian didn't listen to a word that Hongjun told the six of them.

Tongtian followed Laozi and Yuanshi in a daze to leave Zixiao Palace and return to Kunlun Mountain.

"Tongtian..." Yuan Shi sighed, patted Tongtian on the shoulder, but didn't say anything after all.

Shaoqing, Tongtian found Shang Qian, but his voice was choked up when he opened his mouth: "Shang Qian, your master...we will never see him again."

Although they didn't spend much time together, Hongjun really favored him and Shangqian in Tongtian's way, and Tongtian really regarded Hongjun as his own master, a master who would be a teacher for a day and a father for life.

"I know." Shang Qian said calmly, there was no one in the prehistoric era who didn't know about the Dao ancestor's body conforming to the Dao of Heaven.

After Daozu announced the news himself, most people in Honghuang breathed a sigh of relief - after all, no one wants to have their ancestors on their heads.

Shang Qian patted Tong Tian on the shoulder, and said relaxedly: "Master, let's go find Master Zu."

"what?"

"Master can't leave Zixiao Palace, but he didn't say we can't enter Zixiao Palace. Since it's closed, let's go over the wall." Shang Qian shrugged.

If the mountain doesn't look for me, I will look for the mountain.

The corners of Tongtian's eyes still held back moisture, and he stared blankly at Shang Qian: "...it seems, indeed."

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat silently in the backyard, only feeling the boundless coldness enveloping him.

The way of heaven, the ancestor of Taoism.Hongjun sneered and closed his eyes tightly.Luo Hu, it turns out that we are all losers, and we are in harmony with each other. Then after we are in harmony, will I be Hongjun or the way of heaven?

I don't know whether it's better to be the one who died there, or the one who survived but was doomed to suffer the boundless loneliness alone.

From then on, only the lonely and ruthless Heavenly Dao Saint in Zixiao Palace...

"Master!"

"Master!"

Two familiar voices interrupted Hongjun's thinking.

He looked up in surprise—on the courtyard wall of Zixiao Palace, two eagerly smiling heads of a man and a woman were waving to him together, and then came in over the wall.