Master of Hongjun

"You can open your eyes now!" A gentle voice sounded in Cao Xiaolong's ear, very close.Cao Xiaolong's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the owner of the room had finally appeared.

When that voice sounded, the whole space suddenly came alive again.The sound of the wind driven by the rotation of the planet, the space turbulence caused by the meteor passing through the long sky, and the sound of burning flames reappeared in Cao Xiaolong's ears in an instant.

"What a profound cultivation!" Cao Xiaolong was terrified, not daring to neglect, and slowly opened his eyes.

At some point, suddenly there was an old man in purple clothes, purple hair, beard and purple skin in front of him.

The old man casually stood in front of Cao Xiaolong, with a kind smile on his face, giving the impression that he was as amiable and approachable as an ordinary pastoral old man.But Cao Xiaolong could clearly feel in his consciousness that the space where the old man was standing was emitting very strange fluctuations, and it was operating in an extremely strange way.However, he couldn't feel any presence of the old man in his spiritual consciousness, as if there was no such a person there at all.Apart from being able to see his figure clearly with the eyes, any means of observation would show that this person does not exist.

"A master, an absolute master! His cultivation level is definitely above his own, not below Hongjun Daozu's! To be able to arrange such a large-scale space magic circle, his cultivation level is indeed not empty!" Cao Xiaolong's expression became more and more respectful , more and more dare not presumptuous. "Junior Daoist Qiankun, see senior!" Cao Xiaolong saluted the old man respectfully, and sang in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, with a flash of his figure, the old man avoided Cao Xiaolong's salute and refused to accept Cao Xiaolong's worship.

"Everyone in the world should worship me, but you don't need to worship me, and you don't need to be a junior." The old man said with a smile on his purple face, looking at Cao Xiaolong with a smile.

"What a big tone! He actually said that everyone in the world needs to worship him. He is really defiant. Does Daozu Hongjun need to worship him when he sees him?" Cao Xiaolong thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say so Said, looking at the spontaneous old man pretending to be puzzled, said: "Oh? Why do others need to worship you, but the younger generation does not? Your cultivation base is higher than the younger generation. The gift of the younger generation is also due!"

"Haha..., I can't think of it, I can't think of it!" The purple-haired old man didn't answer Cao Xiaolong when he heard the words. .

"Senior, why are you laughing?" Cao Xiaolong, a monk like Zhang Er, was puzzled, he didn't know which sentence he said wrong, and he actually provoked such a big reaction from the purple-haired old man.

"Nothing!" The purple-haired old man replied, but his eyes were always on Cao Xiaolong, and he didn't move away, and there was still a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Cao Xiaolong grinned embarrassingly at the purple-haired old man, showing a smile uglier than crying, and kept touching his nose with his fingers, not knowing what to say next.

The behavior of the purple-haired old man was really strange. He didn't blame himself for trespassing on the dojo, and he didn't answer his own questions.However, the only thing that reassures Cao Xiaolong is that at least the purple-haired old man has no malice towards him.

Moreover, this person's tone is quite loud, and he is also a guy who thinks that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.But he wants to look at Cao Xiaolong differently, and he doesn't want him to worship, and he doesn't want him to perform the ceremony of the younger generation, this seems a bit weird!

"Did he know me long ago?" Cao Xiaolong was secretly suspicious, unable to stop what the purple-haired old man was thinking.

"Seeing your flickering eyes, it is obvious that you have a lot of questions to ask now! You can't hide the questions in your heart from me, but I can't tell you bluntly!" said the purple-haired old man.

Cao Xiaolong had a feeling that the eyes of the purple-haired old man could see through everything in the world, and nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

Cao Xiaolong shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to hide his thoughts in front of the old man, and said very bachelorly: "I do have a lot of doubts!"

"Your previous questions don't count, and you can talk about the rest!" said the purple-haired old man.

"Senior's identity, where is it, why does it exist, did the junior come in unintentionally or did the senior lure the junior to come in on purpose, what is the purpose?" Cao Xiaolong asked five questions in one breath, then took a deep breath, and asked each word Said: "Listen to the tone of the senior's conversation just now, the senior knows the junior?"

Each of these six questions touches on the secrets of the purple-haired old man to a certain extent. After Cao Xiaolong asked the questions, he stared at the purple-haired old man intently, for fear that the purple-haired old man would not answer for some reason.

"Very good, these questions of yours are very in-depth, pointing directly to the origin of things. However, this deity can't answer you!" The purple-haired old man touched the purple beard under his chin, and the old god said.

Cao Xiaolong felt a strong sense of disappointment in his heart, although his face remained unchanged, with his signature smirk, his eyes were full of disappointment and embarrassment.

"Don't be disappointed so quickly, I haven't finished my words yet!" The purple-haired old man seemed to be deliberately teasing Cao Xiaolong, and he only said half of the previous sentence. "Because of chance, although I can't tell you the ins and outs of everything in person, there is something here that can solve all your doubts!"

After a pause, the purple-haired old man seemed to think that his tone was not strong enough to emphasize the point of his words, and added, "Resolve all your doubts!"

Cao Xiaolong didn't know whether the "all doubts" in the mouth of the purple-haired old man meant only one thing or something else, but the few words the purple-haired old man really aroused Cao Xiaolong's curiosity. "Oh? I don't know what can solve the junior's doubts?" Cao Xiaolong asked curiously.

The purple-haired old man waved his sleeve, showed a finger, pointed at the book on the jade platform, and said, "That's it!"

Following the direction of the purple-haired old man's finger, Cao Xiaolong's eyes fell on the book.

This is an ancient bound book with a simple appearance, bound by rows of thin white threads, it belongs to the ordinary kind, the kind that is thrown away on the mainland and no one picks it up.The cover is already a little yellowed, with a large ** pattern painted on it, the color is dark, and there is nothing unusual about it.

The only surprising thing is that the pattern on the cover is very similar to the one on the jade platform.

"Senior dare to lend a treasure book to this junior!" Cao Xiaolong clasped his hands.

"Just read it, the wordless book is yours, why ask me if you want to read it!" the purple-haired old man smiled faintly.