The indescribable Taoist Lord

"It's too cold at night. Where on earth is the official going?"

Zhang Qinghe didn't expect it, or even if he did, he didn't care. Zhang San was no longer familiar with every part of the village, so he took a small path to Gaoqiu and walked quickly. Soon, he went to the mouth of the valley to look for Zhang Qinghe.

"As expected of a god, even if he doesn't fly into the sky... I'm afraid his feet are as strong as if he had wings."

It was late at night and the snow was thick. Not even the village chief could have imagined that Zhang Qinghe would run so far. He only thought that he really wanted to walk around the village. Zhang San tried his best to half-climb the rocks and chased on the path. It was already dark. If Zhang Qinghe could not be found again, he was afraid that he would be trapped in the dark night and risk losing his footing. After all, he was still on the edge of the Wei River, trying to survive. Desire outweighed curiosity, so he decided to grit his teeth and turn back - no matter how many things he wanted to ask, Zhang Qinghe would always come back.

However, just at this moment, when we were about to reach the gap in the mountains, standing between the rocks and still not coming down, a light suddenly lit up, illuminating the mouth of the valley as if it were daytime.

The light was not as blazing as the Golden Crow, nor as cold as the Jade Rabbit, but the pure brilliance of the stars, with a mysterious aura that the little kid could not understand, and it directly pressed him to the ground.

Zhang San struggled to climb up the cliff and looked down. From top to bottom, he saw a scene that was somewhat difficult to understand in his life, or that he had never seen before——

"This...this is?!"

Standing in the snow is a tall, bearded god wearing a red-striped mask. His unicorn patchwork swaying like a martial arts champion in a playbook. The ribbons of his crown and hat are also fluttering in the wind, as if he is in a pure state. A touch of blood.

There are stars, and the most important star in the sky slowly falls from the sky, turning into visions and supernatural powers behind him. Just like a folk tale, he is holding a simple and unpretentious weapon on his back. Xuanyou's iron sword.

The stars kowtowed, and thousands of soldiers came to worship. That tall figure seemed to embody the source of all struggles in the world.

Zhang San was familiar with the various plays Zhang He taught him, so he could naturally recite the origin of this character.

"My feet are on boots with moon and clouds, and my head is with a crown of red flames and purple beads. If a scarlet satin unicorn can dominate, why should the Nine Dragons be in the golden palace?"

As the master of weapons, he rubbed Feng Yue's coffin. Today I will kill the white tiger, and tomorrow I will cook the green luan.

There are monsters in the sky spinning the roulette wheel, and monsters on the ground trying to come out of the mountains, but he has an iron sword, which stirs up the blood..."

People are always in awe of gods. Zhang San looked tremblingly at the gods who seemed to be waiting for something in the snow, and said in frightened words——

"This is the Martial Arts Master, the Martial Arts Master in the temple..."

The boundaries between "gods" and "gods among the gods" are always somewhat blurred in the world. At this moment, Zhang San only felt that the god coming down from the starry sky meant that Zhangjiacun was going to attack tonight. After all, that person had clearly taken out the iron sword and pointed it forward.

Moreover, no matter how bright the light of the stars was, it could not penetrate the deep darkness ahead.

What is it that can make "gods" treat it like this? Zhang San has been smart since he was a child, and he couldn't help but think of the "monsters on the ground" in the play.

"Wait...there's a noise."

Zhang San suddenly heard the faint singing and the lively sound of gongs and drums. The chaotic sound of gongs and drums seemed to tear his forehead straight and drill into it.

As for the lyrics... he was no longer familiar with them, but the words of that person were able to arouse some kind of existing seed in his body, which would take root and sprout in him, and then grow out, replace his whole body's meridians, and stretch out all the meridians in his body. Out of the straw roots twisting wantonly.

However, it was at this moment that between Zhang Qing and the red mark on the forehead where he had admired the explosive chestnuts before, a Taoist inscription appeared, carrying the Heaven-locking Chain, and went straight into Zhang Sanniwan Palace, almost in an instant. Then the "straw" seeds in Zhang San's soul were locked.

And just when the little child was in shock and unable to extricate himself, the "Wude Xingjun" who was originally motionless in the snow, made a move...

"Here he comes, but the doll is also around."

Taiyin spoke calmly from the jade slip. In her opinion, this was something that Zhang Qinghe could handle by himself, and there was no need for her to intervene.

"I can spare it."

Zhang Qinghe held his sword in front of him, and his brows deepened as he listened to the chaos of the wheels and the noise.

"He's fine."

When three bright red horse sedans appeared in the darkness that even the stars could not shine through, swaying up and down amidst the bumps, Zhang Qinghe looked at the pair of horses and men with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Old man..."

The class leader was already in front, and Yi wanted to say something to test him, but he didn't say much yet.

Zhang Qinghe's sword had already been handed over, carrying the most condensed death and murderous intent. As it flew, not only the sword body, but also his own body turned into streaks of sword energy criss-crossing the heaven and earth.

This sword energy also supported the slumping of the leader of the stars, faintly emitting the sound of metal and iron. Now that the sword has been handed out, it has the momentum to never return.

"Tian Hua is finally familiar with it."

Taiyin Star Lord kept criticizing, but before she could finish her words, the sword of "Wude Star Lord" was already going straight to the leader's throat.

Even though they have been in Zhongtian for so long, they have never seen such an unreasonable person. They started with a murderous and ruthless attitude, and they started to attack without any explanation... Even Taiyin Star Lord was a little suspicious. This kid Did he learn from Li Shaobai or Taiyin from her?

Every move Douzhan learns from her.

Wude Xingkui Faxiang followed behind Zhang Qinghe, as if enhancing his fighting skills, pushing the spiritual energy that had just entered the Faxiang to reach its peak power.

The sword was full of deathly energy, and the magical power illuminated the mouth of the valley like day and night. The gongs and suonas were also frightened into chaos. The moment the leader's throat was loosened, he was about to be pierced by a sword and turned into ashes.

However, at this moment, a figure in costume flew out of the sedan. Behind the young man in green robe, a tall immortal statue appeared. This statue was a kind old man, holding a pair of jade beads, and carefully Between the rubbing and teasing, it seems to represent the prosperous wealth and the flowing source of happiness in the world.

The man waved his sleeves, and a green barrier was erected in front of the class leader who only had Guiyuan cultivation level, blocking Zhang Qinghe's sword light.

The sword light struck directly across the spiritual light barrier, creating fine cracks, which caused the young boy's originally confident and arrogant expression to change. He then let out a muffled groan and took the class leader back a few steps.

He then stared at Zhang Qinghe and licked his lips longingly. The thick makeup on his face was reflected like a ghost by the starlight.

"I never thought there would be someone like you in this kind of world."