Reborn Willow God, Great Antiquity Signed for Thousands of Years

After Hongjun got rid of Luohu and Hetiandao, he preached three times in Zixiao Palace.

Although it is said that anyone who has the opportunity can go to listen to the lecture regardless of the origin, but how can ordinary monks have such a blessing?

Those who can attend the lecture are almost all the peak existences in this prehistoric world!

Right now, he unexpectedly met a person who claimed to be a guest of Zixiao Palace?

No matter who this person is, it is estimated that at least he has the cultivation level of Da Luo Jinxian.

Thinking of this, Liu Bai simply dissipated the cool breeze that he was driving, and landed on the opposite side of the old man, standing silently at a distance of tens of feet.

At this distance, whether it is fighting or fleeing, he has the confidence in his heart.

It's a big deal to mobilize the willow tree.

However, the body of the willow tree, as his biggest hole card, cannot be easily exposed.

At this time, the old fisherman seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous, the old man has no malicious intentions, but he is just curious. When you wiped out the body of that little demon just now, your body was obviously full of mana, but why is it so strange at this moment?" Is there no mana fluctuation at all?"

Little demon?

Liu Bai realized that the little demon in his mouth was referring to Zhu Yan.

After all, he is a guest of Zixiao Palace, and his tone is loud.

The heavenly court vanguard generals in the golden fairyland turned into little monsters in his mouth.

However, regarding the old man's question, Liu Bai just shook his head lightly.

"It's not intentional to deceive, it's just that I don't know what fellow Taoist said."

"Oh?"

The veteran fisherman seemed to be interested, pinching his fingers and thinking for a while, then suddenly frowned.

"It's strange! The experienced Tianyan arithmetic can't see your roots clearly. My friend, it seems that your background is not simple."

Liu Bai frowned slightly, but did not speak.

The old Taoist didn't feel annoyed, he still smiled and said: "Since you don't want to disclose, then the old Taoist will not mind his own business. How about just drinking and having fun today?"

Liu Bai just wanted to politely decline, but saw that the old man had already thrown the wine gourd in his hand.

Now there is no way to refuse, you can't let the wine gourd fall to the ground, can you?

He stretched out his hand to take the gourd, and felt as warm and moist as jade in his hand, and a strong aroma of wine refreshed his heart.

Just by smelling it, Liu Bai felt refreshed, and what surprised him even more was that the aroma of the wine entered his body along his nose and mouth, and then turned into pure mana and merged with his own mana into the air. one place.

Liu Bai estimated that he had acquired hundreds of years of mana almost out of thin air.

Just smelling the aroma of the wine will increase mana for a hundred years in vain, what if you take a sip?

Liu Bai resisted the temptation and threw the wine gourd back.

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow daoist, but I don't know how to drink alcohol."

A look of surprise flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Little friend, you must be determined, but this wine is a good thing brewed from ginseng fruit and flat peach. If you don't know how to drink, you will have no luck."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Liu Bai closely, but only saw a flash of astonishment in his eyes, but he didn't have the slightest regret.

This man knows ginseng fruit and flat peach, but he doesn't feel sorry, does he have a spiritual root that is not inferior to these two treasures?

This idea lingered in the old Taoist mind for a while, and then he laughed heartily and said:

"I think back in the day, I traveled to the prehistoric regions with Daoist Brother Zhen Yuanzi, and drank happily along the way. I don't know how much fun it was."

Zhen Yuanzi!

Another great name.

At this moment Liu Bai had already remembered where he had seen this old man, and also guessed the old man's identity.

Red Cloud Taoist!

Or called Red Cloud Patriarch!

The first good old man in the prehistoric world and the most unlucky guy in the prehistoric world!

Liu Bai had a deep memory of him.

On the mountain peak adjacent to the valley where he was, there was a gourd vine that was ranked as the innate spiritual root.

Seven gourds grew on that gourd vine.

The seven gourds have different colors, namely, purple gold gourd, white gourd, cyan gourd, golden gourd, red gourd, yellow gourd, and black gourd.

Although Liu Bai didn't see those people picking the gourds at that time, but when he just received the gourds, he realized that the wine gourds were the red gourds that grew on the innate gourd vine back then.

The Hongyun Taoist in front of him was one of the people who picked the gourd back then!

Chapter 12 Immortals are all vain, only saints have eternal life

At this time, Hong Yun suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Bai, "Little friend, do you recognize the old man?"

Liu Bai thought to himself that Hong Yun was a top figure in the wild, and he had already noticed it from some small changes in himself.

He hesitated for a while, then said perfunctorily: