My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 217 What is the old story?

With his eyes fixed on, Master Tongtian actually tore open the void and stepped out of it!
Chentang Pass was closed, and Cheng Tang's conscription had come to an end, and he was about to go on the road to the next pass, heading towards the interior of the Xia Dynasty.

At this time the saint came, could it be to stop it?
Isn't the saint unable to intervene in the affairs of the human race?

Those who recognized that it was the leader of the Tongtian sect turned their eyes towards the sky, and they were all terrified.

Tong Tian frowned slightly, and his figure stood on the half-floor with his hands behind his back, with an attitude of being arrogant.

Looking at the crowd below, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Tang's heaven and earth luck surging towards the sky.

But this is not the purpose of his appearance, his eyes fell behind, Tong Tian's brows finally relaxed, replaced by a look of surprise.

The person who met his eyes was none other than Patriarch Hongyun.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, and sent a sound transmission to Hongyun, but the latter did not reply, presumably he was afraid of being discovered by Tongtian at the moment.

I saw his figure floating slowly, a fairy cloud stepped under his feet, red clothes, red beard and red hair...

After a moment of silence, Master Tongtian looked at the red cloud in front of him and asked.

"Hongyun! It really is you, aren't you already dead?"

"Why did the old man die? Do you think that a mere Kunpeng can kill me?"

Red Cloud Patriarch surprised Zhao Lang a little.

He didn't expect the old guy to speak to Master Tongtian in such a tone.

Could it be that there is also a story between the two of them?
Frowning, Zhao Lang felt that it was not easy.

But he also felt relieved that Patriarch Hongyun would never betray him.

The two talked for a while.

In the end, the deadlock was broken with the laughter of Master Tongtian.

At that moment, the people in Chentang Pass also breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Tongtian listened to what Patriarch Hongyun said with an expression of disbelief, as if he was shocked again and again.

He never thought that the latter would have such a great blessing, that the body of the primordial spirit could be retrieved after it had been stripped for countless thousands of years?

After a while, the two of them finished talking and laughing, and Master Tongtian accidentally glanced at Chengtang below.

Immediately, his expression became a little dignified.

"Old friend Hongyun, other than because he is the chosen one, is there any other reason for helping this person?"

His words suddenly changed, but Hongyun Patriarch seemed to have already seen through it.

Zhao Lang, who was observing secretly, couldn't help but sweat.

If the latter revealed his relationship with Zhao Lang at this time, the Tongtian Sect Master would kill Cheng Tang and others on the spot.

This kind of thing, Master Tongtian can really do it.

"Otherwise? What do you think it's because of me?"

Red Cloud Ancestor laughed.

Master Tongtian waved his hand.

"Of course I don't doubt my old friend. If you just want to support the human race, then I won't stop you, but you really don't know that he is a disciple of Zhou Shanzong?"

Master Tongtian said, although his tone was flat, but full of doubts.

With the strength of the quasi-sage, it is impossible not to see the cause and effect. Cheng Tang is Zhao Gongming's disciple and grandson. Even if Hong Yun said he didn't know about this, Tong Tian would definitely not believe it.

So Hongyun smiled wryly.

"I don't know what grievances you have with that Zhao Gongming, but at this time he is dead, and the Zhoushan Sect has also been disbanded. What about Zhoushan Sect's disciples?"

Master Tongtian frowned, and after hearing this, he was finally relieved.

As long as he is not on Zhao Lang's side, even if he wants to be the son of luck, he will not care too much.

The two chatted briefly, and then Tongtian stepped into the void crack.

Through this divine sense, Zhao Lang can feel it.

Master Tongtian's cultivation has improved again, but he has a lot of karma, most of which are due to his disciples.

There is no doubt that the catastrophe will come to him sooner or later.

Shaking his head, Zhao Lang saw Cheng Tang and the others continue to go deep into the mainland of China, so he stopped paying attention.

At this time, Mount Buzhou had lost its former splendor. Although the scenery was picturesque, Liao was uninhabited. Zhao Lang's disciples were all practicing in seclusion, and Zhao Lang even stayed in the gazebo all day.

At his level, it is no longer possible to improve his strength through practice, so no matter how hard he retreats and meditates, it will not be of much use.

I don't expect to be able to understand any supernatural powers.

The supernatural powers and exercises given to him by the system are all extremely powerful.

Honghuangzhong's current impression of Buzhou Mountain is that there was a powerful person on it back then, and the strength of that powerful person was even comparable to that of Hongjun.

Someone asked how is it now?
It's gone now!

How did it fall?
do not know……

Gradually, Zhou Shanzong and Zhao Lang became a legend in the past tense, but not many people have seen it, unless they are in a certain period and those practitioners who have really seen Zhao Lang's strength.

But they didn't dare to mention that Zhou Shanzong was an outlier in the eyes of all saint sects, and Zhao Lang was the big devil in their mouth.

A good master has become such a bad name.

But Zhao Lang didn't care. Sooner or later, he would have to prove himself. Before that, there was no better way than to wait and endure.

In the blink of an eye, 5 years passed.

At this time, Honghuang changed again.

In the prehistoric world, some people who are not afraid of death actually want to explore the dangerous place of Buzhou Mountain.

There are dozens of these people, but there are only two people left along the way.

A man and a woman walked unsteadily at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Although this is the holy place for teaching, but this is not the place they want to go.

What we really want to go to is the Buzhou Mountains in front of us, which are rolling and rolling, with strange peaks and steep mountains.

Although it is close in sight, it is still far away in the sky for mortals.

Although they were exhausted, they were still very happy when they thought that they would soon unravel the veil of Mount Buzhou.

The two quietly approached Buzhou Mountain.

Unknowingly.

And this time.

Zhao Lang walked out of the gazebo slowly.

Taking one step forward, he came to another mountain top.

The bamboo house here was also created by him. In contrast, the Chaos Palace is rarely visited now, unless it is necessary to refine treasures.

On the inner hall of the bamboo house, he grinds ink and burns incense.

He is going to write some calligraphy and painting to cultivate his sentiments. Although he has no talent in this area, he can still pass the boring time.

As for those two people.

Naturally, he couldn't hide from Zhao Lang's eyes.

Zhao Lang had already spotted them when they arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

It's just that he just looked at it as soup and didn't pay attention to it.

There were so many people who came to see him, if everyone saw him, the thing that he had so hard to disappear from the world would be revealed again.

What's more, this Bu Zhoushan has become nothing like when he first arrived.

I can only see the mountains, and there are countless deep mountains standing tall, layer upon layer of mountains, endlessly stretching for countless miles, like a star dotted with chess and chess, scattered and complementary.

What's more, with the existence of the Great Dao Secret Realm, even flies from the outside world can't fly in, let alone those two people.

Therefore, if it was someone Zhao Lang didn't want to meet, even if he was a saint, it would be difficult for him to see Zhao Lang even if he knocked his head off.

At this time, he is in a state of disappearance, so he will not see anyone.

Those two people went through a lot of hardships and finally came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Looking at the mountain gate standing in front of the sky, there are three large characters on it.

"Zhou Shanzong!"

They couldn't help but jump for joy.

"It turns out that what the ancestors said is true, there really is Zhoushan Sect, there really is Zhoushan Saint?"

The woman was overjoyed. For so long, in order to prove this matter, they have worked hard and gone through hardships and obstacles.

After all, he is not a cultivator, but an ordinary human race.

To set foot in such a place, in the eyes of outsiders, it is absolutely wishful thinking.

But I have to say that the two of them were able to get here in the end because of their perseverance.

Zhao Lang put down the dragon beard brush slowly, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the painting was not very good, he was very satisfied with the new pen.

Don't ask, it's just Tianba who grabbed it from him...

The latter was also sad for a long time because of this.

Admiring his own paintings, he suddenly raised his brows, and his spiritual thoughts swept down Zhou Shanzong.

Has already arrived at the mountain gate?
Not bad, with such perseverance, why not do something else?
With a wry smile, Zhao Lang didn't intend to see these two people.

Putting away the brush and inkstone, he crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it aside.

Just when he was about to step out, a system prompt appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ding! It has been detected that Yi Yin and Fu Hao, who have little luck at the foot of the mountain, are about to be killed. The host can choose."

"One, it has nothing to do with me, and the lives of the two of them are not worth mentioning. If you don't make a move, you can get an innate spirit grass."

"Second, rescue him and ask him to assist Cheng Tang and the foundation of the Shang Dynasty, and you can get the Pill Pavilion."

These two names sound familiar...

Zhao Lang thought about it carefully, but his expression suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something!
(End of this chapter)