The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

Temple of the Masters.

Time passes slowly in the outside world, but time here seems to be frozen.

Mingyu has not appeared for a long time.

During this period, the disciples left one by one.

After they retired, they wanted to see him.

The legalist Zi Chan came and went, the Mohist Mozi went and came back, the doctor Bian Que, the Taoist Zhuangzi, the military strategist Bai Qi, the farmer Xu Xing, the political strategist Gui Guzi...

Only Nuwa and Fuxi walked in the most carefree manner.

The successive departures of the first generation scholars did not completely silence Shejishan.

This is still the holy land of cultivation in the whole world.

It's just because Master is in seclusion.

The old man sitting on the throne came to catch the autumn breeze from time to time.

This makes Mencius, who is offering wine in today's schools, often troubled.

Therefore, I often come to Zhuzi Temple to chat.

Regardless of whether the master can hear it or not, this eye medicine must have been applied to Zulong.

When Tianzhou and Xianqin intersect, all the ways in the world become more and more prosperous.

Today, the avenues are contending and a hundred flowers are blooming.

One sage after another came out of Jixia Academy.

They are the shining fruits of humanity.

He is also a pioneer leading the times.

By writing books and preaching the Dharma, they not only brought the glory of the Great Dao to the mortal world, but also to all heavens and all realms.

Even the supreme prehistoric times.

Just like the three thousand guests from Zixiao who stepped into the ancient land in the past, this is another feedback from the great road.

The former is from the way of heaven to the way of humanity, and the latter is from the way of humanity to the human heart.

Under the influence of Mingyu, the preachers of this era have to go deeper.

Tiandao Zixiao Palace.

Sheji Mountain in the human world.

Unknowingly, many gods and gods in the world have compared him with the being who "lies on nine layers of clouds, with the truth on a futon".

Even the mortal guests of Mishang Zixiao Palace have to admit that Mingyu gradually has the shadow of Daozu Hongjun.

The two are becoming more and more similar.

He, the first disciple of the third generation of Xuanmen, finally gradually reached the point where he is as high as the sky.

This kind of growth is unique in ancient and modern times.

Mingyu was very indifferent to this.

The moment he pushed open the door of the avenue with the word "life", he was destined to write his own legend in this world.

Spiritual earth and spiritual beasts, lineage of priests, authentic ghosts and immortals, immeasurable blessings, open up the heavens, test the devil, the heaven of Daluo...

There is also a painting style that is becoming more and more strange throughout the prehistoric period.

Mingyu's arrival will eventually bring many changes to Honghuang.

It is precisely these changes that have made the prehistoric world after the Lich Age different and exciting.

This world has not declined step by step, but has moved towards a prosperous world because of the united will of the gods.

It's a blessing.

In the Temple of the Masters, the eternal night is like a curtain covering all directions, and the three thousand avenues of the human world are dotted in it, shining like stars.

In front of Mingyu, a coin with two wings shone with golden light.

"Have you thought about it?"

brush!

A pair of snow-white wings spread out, and the fallen treasure money shuttled through the starry sky.

It flew around Mingyu in circles.

Then, he hovered in front of Mingyu.

[Think about it. 】

Mingyu smiled slightly: "That's fine."

I was very happy to receive the treasure money.

In a flash of light, it shot up into the starry sky.

The light of merit is as brilliant as the sea, and the golden clouds are rolling in boundlessly.

Zulong, who was far away in the Xianyang Imperial Palace, had a thought in his mind. He looked in the direction of Sheji Mountain with a faint smile on his face.

With one hand on the jade seal, part of the luck suppressed by the Twelve Golden People flows back to Sheji Mountain.

This is the fate feedback of Xian Qin borrowing Luobao money to promote currency.

It's what people deserve, so it's not good to force them to stay.

In the temple, after all the glory had dissipated, a young man in brocade clothes appeared in front of Mingyu.

"Owner!"

The treasured money took shape and bowed to Mingyu.

"No need to be polite, this is what I promised you in the past." Mingyu said with a smile. Being able to abduct him from Wuyi Mountain and help him transform was part of the promise.

"It's better to call me sir or master."

"gentlemen!"

Money will flow from good things.

Mingyu looked at him with thoughts on his eyebrows: "Since he has transformed, he should have a name."

"How about you pick one?"

Mingyu pushed Li Shu in front of him.

Thousands of golden words form beautiful chapters arranged in the void.

Luobao money looks left and right.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

He pointed to an article in the Book of Songs, a poem from Zheng Feng.

There was a unique name that caught his eye.

Fusu.

Mingyu was slightly surprised.

"confirmed?"

"Ah."

"why?"

"Sounds good!"

The young man in brocade had a pure smile.

Mingyu smiled a little weirdly.

"Very good." Mingyu thought for a moment and handed the boy a sword.

Sword name: Jing Zhen.

This is a sword from the world of mortals.

The young man in brocade clothes was transformed into a fallen treasure and had the power to control wealth, so he fit well with this world of mortals.

The boy obviously liked it very much.

Jing Zhen's sword turned over and over in his palms, unable to put it down.

"Sir!" The young man's eyes were clear and he looked eager to try.

"I want to go to the battlefield of gods and demons!"

"Go if you want."

Mingyu waved his hand.

The young man in brocade clothes left gracefully.

The first stop is the Great Wall of Luck.

The moment the young man walked out of Sheji Mountain, Zulong in the Xianyang Imperial Palace was stunned.

Because this young man's move actually affected nearly 30% of Xian Qin's luck!

"Retribution is coming." Zu Long seemed to have guessed something and smiled bitterly.

People say that the third leader of Fengqishan is a bit petty, but I didn't expect it to be true.

I collected countless wool from Sheji Mountain and thought it would be fine.

After all, I got that person’s blessing a while ago.

Never thought that one is one and the other is two.

While wishing, the "return" came quickly.

He could only hold his nose to recognize it.

In fact, Zulong really wronged Mingyu this time.

Everything is just a coincidence.

It's just that this coincidence just stepped on Zulong's tail.

superficial.

But very disturbing.

"Come here, deliver the message!"

As Zu Long finished speaking, he glanced at Shejishan and suddenly changed his mind.

"Ask the Prime Minister to send someone to bring the prince back to me!"

A book of decrees was passed to Li Si.

Li Si looked at Fa Zhi's name with a strange expression.

"Master Fusu?"

He looked towards the direction of the imperial palace. Fusu's transformation was closely related to Xian Qin's fate, so it was not impossible to establish him as the prince.

At least in Li Si's view, it is naturally a good thing for the empire to have an heir with deep roots.

As for whether they are related by blood or not, His Majesty nodded, so it really is not a problem.

"It depends on whether Mr. Fusu recognizes this title."

Li Si thought, if the other party recognized it, His Majesty would be able to gain an empire for nothing after abdicating the throne. He shouldn't refuse such a good thing, right?

"If this is the case, then His Majesty's hands on Sheji Mountain have now been returned to Mr. Fusu."

"It's so unpredictable."

Li Si smiled, and with the mentality of giving it a try, he sent a message to General Meng Tian who was guarding the Great Wall of Luck. ~~~~

After the young man in brocade clothes left, a beautiful figure appeared next to Mingyu.

I saw her face was like jade, her skin was as smooth as ice and snow, her figure was beautiful, and her legs were slender.

A lock of beautiful black hair flows down like a waterfall, curved eyebrows, bright eyes that are stunning, a straight nose, slightly red cheeks, and lips like dripping cherries.

The little matchmaker yawned lazily, looking sleepy.

She looked at Fusu's leaving figure and whispered softly: "Just be a spiritual treasure. What's wrong with that? I think about transforming every day."

"Sister is right."

Mingyu's virtue sword soared into the air and turned into its true form. The power of yin and yang merged into a dao diagram, splashing in waves in space and time.

The sword spirit sometimes transformed into a black and white crane, sometimes into a black and white dragon. After several transformations, it finally transformed into two boys.

The boys in black and white folded their arms and looked indifferent.

"For the sake of the sword, move forward indomitably."

"It is our responsibility to stay with our master and kill all our enemies!"

They spoke in unison, with a solemn tone in their words.

Along with the black and white sword spirit, there was also a young man in gold robe.

He stood there in silence, his eyes looking towards the direction where the treasure money left, with a faint look of envy.

"Xiao Jin, what are you thinking about?"

The black and white sword spirits patted the young man's shoulders simultaneously.

"Is it wrong for you to be our brother's sword box?"

The young man in golden robe is the weapon spirit of the golden sword box.

The words of the two brothers did not pose any threat to the young man in gold robe. His reaction was mediocre, he just shook his head and disappeared.

"Humph!"

The two sword spirit brothers snorted coldly.

The little matchmaker on the side covered her mouth and smiled softly. She flew to the other side, holding a jade book in her hand.

This is exactly the "Li" book of Master, and it is also Mingyu's picture of the sun and moon.

It sheds its outer appearance and returns to its original form. The scroll slowly opens, and under the bright sun and moon, the outline of Sheji Mountain is majestically evolved with righteousness.

The layers of pavilions, palaces, corridors, bridges, and secret worlds in Jixia Academy all caught her eye.

The little matchmaker watched the students coming and going in the academy with great interest.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" The two Sword Spirit brothers came over.

"It depends on the destined person."

The little matchmaker answered casually and clicked on the screen with her slender finger.

"This couple is destined to be together!"

"This couple is also destined to be together!"

"This is too fussy and not a good match."

"That's fine, but the road ahead is destined to be bumpy."

"..."

The little matchmaker is the spirit of the red thread of marriage, and all the fates in the world are clear in her eyes.

She is very keen on leading lovers in Jixia Academy.

It will also guide them to untie the thousands of knots in the past when their fate comes to an end.

This latter service was only available after Mingyu took charge of her.

Marriage is tied by a thin thread, and a sharp knife can cut through the mess.

Not every marriage can bloom like a flower of love.

It was by following Mingyu deep into the world that she understood the joys and sorrows in the world of mortals.

~~~~~

outside world.

Mencius was very happy recently.

Because since Xian Qin had an extra prince, Zulong had never thought about Sheji Mountain again.

He knew that the Master had heard his nagging.

However, Mencius still did not take it lightly.

When he was out, he kept Xunzi watching the operation of the academy.

Fireproof, anti-theft and anti-zulong.

Who knows if Zulong’s restraint is temporary?

It is worth mentioning that Wukong came to worship the mountain many times.

Huaguo Mountain and Sheji Mountain, one in the East China Sea and the other in the Dongsheng Shenzhou, were so close that he had no reason not to visit.

But later, all the disciples and brothers who were familiar with him left one after another.

In addition, the master often retreats, so Wukong comes less often.

Moreover, the recent high pressure from Kong Xuan in the demon world has made the seven demon kings a little breathless.

With the help of magical weapons, Wukong's combat power soared.

But how could he alone be Kong Xuan's opponent.

If you fight alone, you will be dealt with one by one.

To achieve great things, you need a team.

Gradually, the seven demon kings cooperated more and more tacitly.

They inadvertently "summarized" a set of tactics that were so powerful that Kong Xuan sometimes found them tricky.

"With this progress, if the emperors and kings of Heaven do not take action, it is really possible for them to break into Nantianmen."

Kong Xuan looked at the huge battle formation in front of him and sighed for a moment.

This Bull Demon King and others all have extraordinary backgrounds, plus Wukong, the son of luck.

Once the tide of this era surges, the world will be turned upside down. It’s no joke.

"Forget it, just make a fuss. It's not my fault anyway."

Kong Xuan even had some different emotions in his heart. He was now half a teacher. When the seven great saints of the demon clan turned against him, he felt happy just thinking about it.

Even the rebel slogan Kong Xuan had been written for the Seven Sages.

It’s called “The Jade Emperor takes turns, come to my house this year!”

Definitely very aggressive!

~~~~

Just when Kong Xuan was training the seven great sages of the demon clan in the future, Lu Ya met his destined person in heaven.

"Marshal Tianpeng, you are fine."

"Zen Master Wuchao?"

When Tianpeng saw Lu Ya, his heart tightened.

"What's the matter with Zen Master?" Tianpeng asked.

Lu Ya said: "I am naturally related to the marshal."

"Formation?" Tianpeng felt his hands sink. He looked down and saw that it was a scripture.

Heart Sutra?

When he looked at Lu Ya again, he had already disappeared.

On the other side, the Jade Emperor transferred Shaxin from Beimiantian General's Mansion to his own imperial cultivation.

The Buddha on Lingshan Mountain recently accepted a disciple named Jin Chan.

When Avalokitesvara was saving all sentient beings, he accidentally met a white dragon in the West Sea who was out for training.

~~~~~~

Sheji Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi, the head of the farm family who has been living in the world for a long time, has been worried recently.

After much thought, he came to the Temple of the Masters to say goodbye.

He said: "My farmer recently accepted a disciple, his name is: Liu Bang!"

"This kid, as soon as I see him, he is not a creature of the pond. Sooner or later he will cause trouble for me."

"I have to run away quickly while the world remains unchanged."

"Otherwise, when the building is about to collapse, Zulong may blame me."

It didn't take long.

Taiyi, who formed the divine system in Chudi, also came to say hello.

"A few days ago, I found a good young man named Xiang Yu."

"This boy is simply a born warrior."

"I left something for him, hoping he wouldn't let me down."

The actions of the two seemed to be the beginning.

For a long time, all the acquaintances who remained in the world came to Mingyu to say goodbye.

"Han Xin is very good!"

This is Jiutian Xuannv.

"Xiao He is a talent."

This is Zhenwu.

"A little girl named Yu Ji came to me to study music theory for a while."

This is Shiji.

"I left a sword in the world. I forgot whether it was called Chixiao Sword or Qingxiao Sword."

Little Phoenix murmured to himself.

"My halberd can't be found."

This is Qinglong.

"I took down one of the heavenly horses and ran away."

This is Haotian.

……

People were coming and going outside the hall, each one more outrageous than the last.

Mingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's okay not to wait in this world."

Now that this trip is complete, let’s go back to the wild world.

He has not returned to Fengqi Mountain for a long time. (End of chapter)