Those years when I was a senior teacher

Before Sanqing was sanctified, he did a lot of things like killing people and seizing treasures. Now there is a rookie prince Changqin. The fifty strings in his hand are not weaker than the Qingping sword given by Hongjun. Take fifty strings home and play cotton.

As the so-called brothers work together to cut gold, Tongtian wants Laozi and Yuanshi to take the initiative to be Tongtian's backers and pick up the old jobs.If it weren't for the inconvenient hands-on due to sanctification, it is estimated that Tongtian would have done it himself.

Zhu Rong's son is good, he won't even be able to reincarnate after he dies.

Qin Feng was very embarrassed. The prince Changqin himself had nothing to do with him. If Hongyun hadn't chased him all the way to send off the wild man, the prince Changqin would be so cool right now. How could he be so unlucky that he was favored by Sanqing and came to kill him? precious.

He had no choice but to ask Prince Changqin because of the staring eyes, "Is this piano yours?"

Before the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, Prince Changqin was beaten up by Gonggong. After the incident, his father died, and he was expelled from the Wu clan by Dijiang. Fifty strings hit the ground, "It caused my father to commit suicide, and the clansmen were displaced. What use would I want it for!"

There is a saying that a man does not flick his tears lightly, but the prince Changqin, who has no father and no home, cried very sadly. Even though he was dressed in rags and covered in dirt, the prince Changqin still firmly attracted the attention of several people.

Seeing the prince Changqin crying, Qin Feng felt sore in his heart. After tens of thousands of years in the wilderness, the past has long been like floating clouds, and he has completely forgotten it. Now that the prince Changqin is crying bitterly, Qin Feng also thinks of his parents in the previous life, but Time has really passed too long, and he can't remember the voices of his parents. He subconsciously looked at Tongtian, his eyes were reddish, and he said aggrievedly, "Master..."

Qin Feng followed Tongtian at the beginning of his transformation. Before he entered the Taoist sect, he occasionally got along with Tongtian. After becoming a disciple, he restrained a lot. Later, he brought his juniors and younger sisters together, and became more calm. Let alone being coquettish, he refused to show cuteness. .Unexpectedly, he suddenly became emotional today, Tong Tian was frightened by Qin Feng's words of master, and stammered, "Why, what's the matter?"

Qin Feng's eyes were astringent, "He is quite pitiful, can you not grab him?"

Qin Feng's eyes reflected Tongtian's shadow, and the corners of his eyes were red, showing true feelings.Tong Tian thought ignorantly, the appearance of being wronged is quite cute, but he doesn't know what it's like to cry.He was in a daze for too long, causing Laozi and Yuanshi to look over, "Tongtian?"

Tong Tian suddenly came back to his senses, the roots of his ears were suspiciously red, he didn't look away and coughed dryly, "Sure."

Laozi and Yuanshi didn't understand the Tongtian routine, but they were used to doting on their younger brother, and now it was important to mend the sky, so they temporarily pressed the prince's Changqin and continued to refine the colorful stones.

Tongtian was a little careless, and looked back at Qin Feng and his party from time to time. Yuan Shi hated Tongtian's half-hearted appearance the most, so he scolded in a cold voice, "Don't wander off."

After being scolded by Yuanshi, Tongtian stopped messing around and began to refine colorful stones honestly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, and he was having fun there alone, probably because this appearance hindered Sanqing's face, Yuanshi whispered Said, "Stop laughing!"

Make up the sky, laugh, laugh.

Sure enough, Tongtian stopped laughing, and just said to Yuanshi, "It's good to accept Qin Feng."

He said again out of nowhere, calling Yuanshi confused, but Tongtian stopped talking. He took a last look at Qin Feng, picked up the formula in his hand, and concentrated on refining the five-colored stone.

People belong to him, and he has time to ponder slowly.

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After saving the Prince Changqin, Qin Feng helped to retrieve the fifty strings and returned it to the Prince Changqin. Seeing that the Prince Changqin was disheveled, he took off the cloak and put it on the Prince Changqin himself. The two were similar in shape, Qin Feng Feng was a head taller than Prince Changqin. Prince Changqin was wearing Qin Feng's cloak, and his figure became thinner. He picked up the fifty strings again and expressed his gratitude to Qin Feng, "Thank you for your help. In order to repay, there is only one piece of playing the piano."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the ground, slightly pressing the strings with his index finger, thinking about the happiness and well-being when he was young, loved by his loved ones, surrounded by his clan, the first half of his life was like a dream, but fate was unpredictable, the pillar of heaven was broken, his family was destroyed, his father Zhu Rong committed suicide, and he was expelled from the Wu clan , I can't help but feel sad, the sound of the piano is as desolate as weeping blood.

Qin Feng was extremely uncomfortable hearing this, and Hong Yun even wiped away tears, and said to the prince Changqin, "If you want, Wuzhuang Temple will be your second home."

Zhen Yuanzi, who was crying along with him, was not at all saddened by Hong Yun's words, and grabbed Hong Yun's sleeve, "What are you messing around with?"

Wuzhuang Temple is pre-marital property, whether private people understand it or not.

Qin Feng also moved his mind, "It's inconvenient for Fellow Daoist Hongyun to be in the Yaozu. Fellow Daoist Changqin, please come to my Sanqing Palace. My Sanqing Palace is big, and there are three other saints sitting in the town, which are enough to protect the safety of Fellow Daoist Changqin."

The prince Changqin put away the fifty strings. He had already changed his clothes when Qin Feng talked to Hong Yun. His white clothes were better than the snow, and his hair was beautiful. He looked at the muddy flood below and said calmly, "The Changqin is the body to wear the sin." , I dare not implicate you two, I will keep your kindness in my heart, I will go to the south, and be exiled for life. I have made up my mind, and I will not keep you two."

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Qin Feng and the others, and when he raised his eyes, there was no expression in his eyes. It could be seen that Prince Changqin's heart was ashamed, and he had no love for the rest of his life.

Hong Yun couldn't get used to this kind of muddle-headed people the most, so he stepped forward and asked Prince Changqin, "Don't you want to take revenge?"

Prince Changqin paused, his eyes were slightly cold, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"

Hong Yun started but didn't continue. He knew that the Yaozu had disliked the Wuzu for a long time, so the breaking of the Tianzhu might be the work of the Yaozu.But he has no evidence, and he can't talk nonsense, and the Yaozu is kind to him, Hong Yun struggled for a long time, and finally gave up looking at Qin Feng.

Brother, you know what I mean, I like Changqin and want to be friends with Changqin.

Qin Feng: ...

Prince Changqin's tone was not good, although he was gentle, he was a complete witch in his bones, "Speak straight, why hide it."

Qin Feng secretly cursed Hongyun's pitfall, looked up at Prince Changqin, "Wu Clan gathered in Buzhou Mountain, and Buzhou Mountain collapsed, can Wu Clan explain?"

Prince Changqin lowered his eyes, "It's my fault, because I was injured, my father fought with Lord Water God, and the mountain collapsed unexpectedly."

Qin Feng asked back, "Injured, did the water god Gonggong hit you?"

Prince Changqin nodded.

Qin Feng asked again, "Gonggong, the god of water, and Zhurong, the god of fire, are not in harmony. May I ask Dijiang if he can dissuade you?"

Zhu Rong and Di Jiang were mentioned one by one, and Prince Changqin's hand was gradually clenched, "The patriarch ordered my father and Lord Water God to live in separate places. They have no contact with each other on weekdays, and only meet for important events in the clan."

Qin Feng has already sorted out all the clues, "Dijiang knows that water and fire are incompatible, so you will be separated. Since you are gone, why did the water god Gonggong suddenly attack you? Is it a long-standing grudge, or was provoked by others? If you think the fire god Zhu Rong deserved it , please go south."

Speaking of this, there is still something that the prince Changqin doesn't understand, he saluted Qin Feng, "Seek advice from fellow Taoists."

Qin Feng stopped talking, "I don't know the situation of your witch clan, so I dare not draw conclusions rashly, and now is not the time to discuss the murderer."

He called Hongyun, and the three of them entered the flood again, looking for those struggling to survive.

Prince Changqin didn't hesitate for too long, he caught up with Qin Feng's footsteps, and followed behind to save him.

Qin Feng saves people regardless of race, human race, monster race, witch race, as long as there is difficulty, he is willing to extend a hand. Regardless of right and wrong, seeing that Qin Feng was cursed by the monster clan with sinister intentions, and then recognizing that Prince Changqin was following behind Qin Feng, the scolding was even worse.

"You and your father are both disasters, Prince Changqin, why don't you die."

Prince Changqin's face was pale, he was about to rescue his fellow clansmen, when the sword flashed, a few drops of blood fell from the sword, Qin Feng put away the Qingping sword, and smiled at the refugee snuggling up for warmth, "Promise me, will you shut up?"

The Wu tribes immediately calmed down and did not dare to dance anymore.

This disaster lasted for a long time, and it was more terrifying than ten days and the same day. A large number of souls died, and they wanted to go to the underworld to be reincarnated. Who knew that the six reincarnations were controlled by the ancestor of Styx and the Asura clan. Few souls could be reborn safely, and a large number of innocent souls Wander the land, causing pain to the living.It took a long time to mend the sky, and it almost exhausted Nuwa's efforts. She no longer had the energy to care about the affairs of the human race. When the last hole was filled, Nuwa was exhausted. She threw the extra colorful stones into the water and looked up. Glancing at the displaced sun, moon and stars, bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The pillars of the sky are broken, and the dimension of the earth is broken. Can you guys have a way to straighten it?"

It is not a joke that Pangu can be called a great god. He worked hard alone in the prehistoric period, and the Buzhou Mountain that supported the entire prehistoric period was transformed by Pangu's spine. Now the spine is broken, and it is a dream to stick it back with glue. Tianshui The ground fire and feng shui mixed with the ravages gnawed away the remaining Buzhou Mountains.Nuwa said Fuzheng...

Yuanshi took out the only remaining Buzhou Mountain, "How to help?"

Nuwa was silent.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road. Fuxi brought news of the East China Sea, saying that there is a giant Ao in the East China Sea, which floats in the sea with a fairy mountain, and its giant feet can stand on the four poles.

Juao has a good temper, and he said that it can be chopped, but the black dragon in Jizhou must be killed, otherwise it will die in peace.

Nuwa was puzzled, "The dragon and phoenix clans have retreated for many years, what crime has this black dragon committed?"

Fu Xi had a gossipy face, "It's not that dragons are inherently obscene."

Nuwa: ...

Since Juao was willing, Nuwa agreed, but she was inconvenient as a saint, so the dragon slaying was left to the monster clan. Donghuang Taiyi led the demon generals to Yizhou to slaughter the dragon, and Kunpeng and Fuxi went to the East China Sea to kill Juao. Liu Dijun and Chang Xi guard the Heavenly Court.

The matter of mending the sky made everyone exhausted, and after hurriedly returning to Zixiao Palace, everyone went back to their respective houses, retreating, teasing apprentices, just thinking about taking a good rest.

The flood began to recede, the land gradually returned to life, and the witch clan who had hidden in the flood gathered again. Di Jiang looked at the only clansmen left and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought about it?"

Jumang stood up first, "The Yaozu caused the death of Gonggong Zhurong, and let the Wuzu bear the eternal infamy. If you don't avenge this revenge, you will never get rid of your hatred!"

The other ancestral witches nodded one after another, and everyone in the clan responded, but Houtu raised his eyebrows, "Brother, is this too much?"

Jumang's eyes were about to burst, "What's too much, Dijun killed my two brothers, I just destroyed his two main stars, what's wrong!"

After gritting her teeth, she understood Jumang's thoughts. Why didn't the death of Gong Gong Zhu Rong cut out two pieces of flesh in her heart, but the sun, the sun and the yin and the two stars are the blessings of all things. They are not only the eyes of Zhou Tian's star formation, It is also the umbrella of the prehistoric creatures.

Di Jiang looked straight at Houtu, "Sister, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong are dead, and the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons formation has been abolished. If the Zhoutian Star Dou formation is not destroyed, the Wu Clan will be defeated. Don't you want to see the clansmen die tragically one by one? Is it under the Yaozu?"

The last sentence touched Hou Tu's heart, she closed her eyes, and agreed with Di Jiang to trample on her bottom line, "This is for the two brothers."

Di Jiang and Gou Mang looked at each other, and soon, Xuan Ming and several brothers appeared in front of everyone pulling a giant beast.

The giant beast was burning with nameless black flames, its cloudy eyes, its exposed fangs, and its strange cry made it uneasy all over its body.It is a monster created by ten ancestor witches using earth, fire, feng shui. It looks like a dog but not a dog. It has a violent temper and no sense at all. Its only goal is the bright moon above its head and the rising sun tomorrow morning.

That night Dijiang was exceptionally silent, and the clansmen sat quietly together, waiting for the first ray of sunshine in the east.When the moon was setting and the sun was rising, Di Jiang raised the knife in his hand.

Di Jun, you owe me this!