Master of Hongjun

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Nuwa made up her mind, stepped forward, and Xiangyun quickly flew towards Wahuang Palace of the Yaozu.

In order to win over Nuwa's brother and sister, Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun built a special habitat for Nuwa on the west side of Buzhou Mountain, which is called Wa Palace.The entire Wa Palace was completed after a hundred years of coolies from the poor demon clan, with carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and resplendent, with nearly a thousand maidservants.Fu Xi didn't like Donghuang Taiyi's behavior, so he drove all the people back, and the huge Wa Palace seemed deserted.

Nu Wa's cloud journey was very fast, and it took only half a day to reach Buzhou Mountain and enter Wa Palace.

"Brother, little sister has been away for a long time, I don't know how the elder brother is doing these days, has he realized something?" When Nuwa saw Fuxi, she bowed profusely, her voice was like Huang Li's soft singing, it was really pleasant to hear.

Fuxi's appearance is a middle-aged image of nearly 30 years old. His face is sharp and angular, with a beard about three inches long and short. He has thick eyebrows and big ears, and his eyes are like a clear spring without any impurities.

"Little sister, didn't you go to look for the opportunity to become a saint, why are you back at Wa Palace now?" Fuxi asked curiously.

That day when Nuwa left the palace, she once said that she would never return to the palace if she was not sanctified. Could it be that she is sanctified now?It's just that his current cultivation level is the same as before, and there is no sign from the sky. It is estimated that he has not become a saint in all likelihood.

Nuwa sat down next to Fuxi in a rage, and shook Fuxi's arm desperately a few times, and said while shaking, "Brother, don't make fun of my little sister again, this matter is just a matter of anger."

With a cold face, Nuwa told Fuxi everything that had happened before and after, and then she said with a cold and pretty face: "Now my sanctified thing has fallen into the hands of the Wu clan, and I don't know what to do. If you can't borrow it, if you rob it, then Houtu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, the result is unknown, and you lose face."

Fuxi said lightly, stroked his three-inch black beard slightly, and said: "According to what you said, this Taoist Panlongshan Qiankun is a key person, and everything must have been arranged by him."

"Oh? What do you say, big brother?" Nuwa asked back in surprise: "It is said that there are people with great supernatural powers in the prehistoric era, and nine out of ten people went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao. I don't say that I know all of them, but at least I have heard of the name before. It’s just that Taoist Qiankun has never heard of it before, and it is reasonable to say that he is just a casual cultivator, so he may not be able to do much.”

Fu Xi shook his head and said, "Little sister, don't be so conceited and supercilious. Just imagine the vastness of the Great Desolate Land, and how many monks with great supernatural powers and cultivation bases who don't like fame and wealth and are dedicated to seeking the Tao can be generalized?

After a pause, Fuxi said again: "If Houtu never deceived you, then I dare to conclude that the person who gave Houtu the nine-day rest soil and pointed out your chance should be the same person." Speaking of this, Fuxi's eyes looked a little blurred, Looking up deeply at the endlessly spinning Zhoutian stars in the depths of the universe, he sighed.

"If that's the case, then this person is terrible!" A strange light flashed in Fuxi's eyes, as if he was a little excited.

"Impossible? Could it be that he could have figured out that my sanctification is related to the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil? But why did he point me to find Houtu again?" Nuwa was reminded by Fuxi, and only remembered the person she met in Shouyang Mountain. I couldn't help but believe in the monk's mystery.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Daoist Qiankun's background is definitely not simple, and his cultivation should be above you and me. Just now I calculated the secrets and found that all the secrets about this person have been turned upside down, as if there is no such person at all. Any clues, even the location of Panlong Mountain are still unclear and vague."

Fu Xi's five fingers pinched in confusion, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes, which went straight into the stars in the sky. After a long time, he sighed and gave up continuing to calculate the secrets of heaven.

"What? Even the eldest brother can't figure out the roots of this person?" Nuwa exclaimed, unbelievable.

Who is Fuxi? He is Nuwa's eldest brother. He spends his life calculating the secrets of heaven and deciphering the way of yin and yang as the foundation of seeking Tao. In Nuwa's heart, he is the No.This time, even he couldn't figure out the roots of Taoist Qiankun. In this way, the origin of Taoist Qiankun must be quite not simple.