The indescribable Taoist Lord

Although Wude Xingjun said that he was discussing with the sword-wielding spiritual official, he did not mean to discuss with him at all.

His tone was very gentle, and his actions were not ambiguous at all.

"Sir, when I first got this mask, I made it clear that it would be mine if it came into my hands."

The sword-holding spirit officer felt aggrieved inexplicably. Wude Xingjun's cultivation had already reached the middle three realms, and he had no way to resist.

"Oh...did I agree that day? I just said that I would lend it to you temporarily so that you can walk in Zhongtian, and you would return it to me when the time comes!"

"But now we haven't started walking in Zhongtian at all, and we haven't even left Xiantang. We are just walking around Zhen'an... This, this, this, how can this time come?"

The little boy was anxious, he was anxious.

The sword-wielding officer's words were full of complaints, but he could not be stubborn. He respected the man in front of him from the bottom of his heart, not to mention his knowledge, character, and talent. This gentleman was very impressive.

"When I say it's time, it's time, and no one knows the timing better than me!"

Wude Xingjun gave the sword-wielding spirit officer a slap in the face.

"Oh..." Zhijian couldn't refute anymore and reluctantly put the mask closer.

Zhang Qinghe did not expect that the people of Tiangong would still have such a side. He imagined that the martial virtues of the previous generation must be the same era as the Demon Suppressing King. So after all, if he is still alive, he is probably worse than the Demon Suppressor. Li Shaobai is still older, and he is probably smaller than Xu Jianshan.

Thinking that Tiangong Daxiu, who was stirring up trouble outside, had been so weak and submissive in front of his elders...

Zhang Qinghe was holding back his laughter.

Ah, this... Heavenly Palace, I know, there are monsters, madmen, old ghosts, civil servants, and little naughty dogs, everyone is there...

Just as Zhang Qinghe was thinking about it, Wude Xingjun was about to take off the mask of the sword-wielding spiritual officer.

"Sir, do you really want to pick it off?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll get you a better one later."

Wude Xingjun seemed to have finally lost his patience with the entanglement with the sword-wielding spiritual officer and revealed what was in his heart.

"Ah? Are you serious about what you said?!" The sword-wielding spirit officer was a little surprised and confused.

"Seriously... I felt it as soon as I came in. There is a better mask hidden here in Dongtian!"

Zhang Qinghe became more and more certain that the sword-wielding spirit officer was still a child. Just as he spoke, he was stunned by the child-like doting and helplessness in Wude Xingjun's words.

That gentle tone came from the mouth of a fake god with a red face, fangs, and a strong back. It was indescribably weird.

"Well!"

This time, there was no need for Wude Xingjun to coax him. The sword-wielding spirit officer took off his mask directly. As the mask of the red-faced fairy boy slowly fell off, the little boy's black hair was scattered, and his figure gradually returned to normal, but it was just Half a foot taller than before.

But what surprised Zhang Qinghe the most was not that. He even looked closer with disbelief - this little child looked exactly like Zhang Yuan in terms of facial features, charm and frame!

He was about to call out Zhang Yuan's name almost immediately. If he hadn't looked closer, there were still a few differences, and he would have thought he saw a living Zhang Yuan from the past standing in front of him.

"The Zhang family..." Zhang Qinghe murmured to himself.

There is no doubt that the little child in front of him is inextricably linked to the Zhang family in Lantian.

The Zhang family...could it be that they have martial virtues or that they just don't have a good sword? !

Who is Zhang Buqi and what is he going to do?

The sword-wielding spiritual officer took off his mask and handed the mask of the red-faced fairy boy to Wude Xingjun, standing next to him with a cheerful and innocent expression.

"Sir, when should I go get a new mask?"

"Oh, San'er, I don't know what you think. Children of the same age are starting to play with swords, guns and sticks. Why do you like these fancy masks so much?"

Wude Xingjun was quite helpless. After taking off his mask, he no longer called the little boy "holding the sword".

"My mother was planning to send me to a theater troupe in the county before my husband showed up! Compared with my talent in singing, San'er's talent in cultivation can be said to be inferior to that of a horse-drawing artist."

Oh, you're still out of breath. Wude Xingjun was a little silent. He thought about it for a while, but after all, he had no place to put his hands, and there was another clear and crisp sound of brain collapse, and he knocked the little child to the ground with one finger.

"Sir, this is so painful! If there is no new mask, I will show it to you sir today."

Yeah...this is also a piece of hob meat.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the two people in the field and felt that it was extremely funny.

"Don't panic, it will happen."

He casually threw the mask of the sword-wielding spiritual officer in front of him and threw it into a hidden corner, which made San'er feel distressed.

"Sir, what do you mean?!" The little boy ran forward and was about to pick up the mask, but was stopped by Wude Xingjun.

"Leave it there, someone will pick it up." Wude Xingjun said calmly.

However, his next move made Zhang Qinghe break into a cold sweat——

He tilted his head slightly, turned his eyes in the direction of Zhang Qinghe, and said with a slight smile:

"Are you right?"

What's going on, what's going on, what's going on? !

How could he see me? !

Zhang Qinghe had used the iron sword to explore the reality before. These two people were obviously just images from the past time and space. How could they possibly communicate with me? !

"Senior, can you see me?" Zhang Qinghe pointed at himself and asked Wude loudly.

However, Wude was speechless. He gently lifted the cold iron chain with his right hand, and the bronze coffin, which was taller than a man, was carried on the back of the red unicorn figure.

Several manic and dull crashing sounds sounded from inside, as if it was a living creature being imprisoned. Wu Dedu entered the spirit yuan, recited something silently, gently comforted the things inside, and called the little child again——

"San'er, follow up!"

"okay!"

The little child was walking side by side with Wude Xingjun, and the direction he was going was obviously the inheritance of Prince Yin.

Zhang Qinghe turned to look at the corner, where a mask that seemed to have experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes and accumulated years of dust lay quietly.

He gritted his teeth and put away the mask, and the inexplicable familiarity came to his heart again. He calculated his destination and chased the two people in the direction they left, hoping to see what happened next. clear.

It's hard to feel that I am so close to the people in Buzi Chess Game. Why can't I find more information?

So the two of them were in the past, walking indifferently, and the other was in the present, chasing in vain toward a common destination...

"San'er..."

"What's wrong, sir?"

"Aren't you good at singing? Let me sing some lines."

I saw that the little child did not refuse, let alone ambiguity, and cleared his throat——

"The gods are good, the gods are good. If you do it well, the gods will be blessed and have a long life. Your heart and soul will be cooked to make the taste of heaven, and the Tao fruits will become wedding clothes."

The rare disease of confusion in mayflies is hidden in the common and precious well. There are saints sleeping in coffins, and demons busy in temples. The end is that you have worked hard to cultivate blessings, but you will be swallowed whole.

Even if this happens hundreds of years later, they may not become less arrogant. It’s just a big show, and it will take a long time to open..."