Chapter 30 Shennong

Tongtian's face changed slightly, but he was stunned, but he still grinned. He walked to Xuanming and sat down slowly. Then he raised his head slightly, but his eyes were mocking, and he was quite self-deprecating: "You still found it."

Xuan Ming did not answer, but looked at him coldly, and his eyes were full of disappointment. Under that questioning gaze, Tongtian finally slowly lowered his head and asked, "How did you find it?"

"I always thought that even if I fell out with them, it would be you who would try my best to save Jinwu in the end. I really didn't expect that it would be you who wanted to destroy Jinwu." Xuanming frowned and said in a begrin. That face is irreplaceable. He smiled bitterly and then said, "After Jinwu was destroyed, I felt that there must have been something neglected by me. After all, everything was too strange and coincidental. My intuition tells me that someone must be controlling all this. But after all, I was the one who destroyed Jinwu. The person who decided to use Honghuang Tianlei is also me..."

"There is something I don't understand. Why are you so sure that I will use thunder in the West Sea? Or use the solar beads to make floods and thunder?"

"I don't know, it's just a bet, win, destroy Jinwu, everything starts from scratch. Losing is just to let this impasse continue to be consumed... What's more, my apprentice, don't I understand? Chaos clock cannot be used, you will definitely use solar beads. The most direct way to extinguish the fire is also your potential flood and thunder.

Xuan Ming is silent. I understand that all this has been calculated by him. And he is the introduction in this game, also known as the fuse. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Why did you destroy Jinwu?" Don't you hate the devil?"

"Yes, I hate the devil. However, if it hadn't been for the Dharma, Pangu would not have been forced to open the sky, and the Pangu star world would not have existed for this. And I will not exist at all. All this is just a causal cycle. Tongtian closed his eyes in pain. When he opened them again, his eyes had completely turned red, without hatred, and unexpectedly there was a silence. He slowly said word by word, "I just want to see if he is still there."

"He?" Xuan Ming silently understood who he was. He was silent for a long time and said, "Are you so sure he is still alive?"

"I'm sure he's still there, whether he's still alive or not."

Xuan Ming was stunned, as if he didn't expect Tongtian to be so sure. He said, "Aren't you afraid of ruining this astral world because of your selfishness?"

The sky is silent. Xuan Ming shook his head and smiled. He said as if to accept his fate, "Forget it. If there is anything in the future, just come to me." He also understands that what can be pursued at this time?

Tongtian nodded and smiled, and did not continue the topic. He turned to Xuanming and said, "Jinwu is not irreparable, but it is not my specialty. In those years, Nuwa was able to fabricate people, and there must be a way to open the imprisonment of Jinwu and save the soul of Yanju. If you want to save Yanju, you might as well find an opportunity to go to Weihuang Mountain.

Xuan Ming nodded. The two were silent again, and they fell silent again in the pavilion for a moment.

When the new moon rose and the small pavilion was cold, Xuanming sighed slightly: "It's winter."

The passage of time has no impact on the two. This is the moment when Tongtian sighs sadly. Hearing Xuanming's words, he couldn't help sighing: "Yes, after winter, it's been another year..."

Xuanming looked at Tongtian and shook his head. He clearly understood that this was from Tongtian. What he sighed was that the years were long and his life was bitter and lonely, as if he thought of something. He couldn't help smiling, reached out and took out a small porcelain bottle and said to Tongtian, "If Master has nothing to do, the apprentice has something to ask Master."

"Oh?" Xuan Ming has been walking outside since he became a teacher. Except for giving Xuan Ming a sword formula, he has never done anything to do as a teacher. Although he accepted Xuanming as his teacher, he didn't think about how to teach him except to take advantage of Xuanming. And he believes that Xuanming is also clear about this. But at this time, when he heard Xuanming say that he had something to ask for, it was enough to make him stunned for a while.

Xuanming smiled and opened the porcelain bottle in his hand. He was stunned. The things in the bottle had not been poured out, and he had smelled a strong resentment. He was shocked and asked, "My good disciple, where did you get such a pile of resentment?"

That can indeed be called a pile. Slowly hundreds of resentment souls floated out of the porcelain bottle and filled the whole small pavilion. Release the resentment in the bottle, Xuan Ming put the small bottle less than two finger wide in his hand on the chair beside him and said, "These are mortals who were captured by Ruan Xitong for his cultivation. I found that it was too late to find out their souls.

With that, Xuanming explained the way of Xi Tong's cultivation and some strange moves. Tongtian was silent for a while and said, "That's not all the skills in our astral world. I'm afraid it was taught to him by the four old men."

After talking, Tongtian was silent for a while and then said, "Listen to what you said, although that skill is fierce and strange, it is not difficult to deal with. However, the four elders should not be so leisurely to do such useless things. You'd better be careful. I'm afraid that the real fierceness of that skill lies in the back.

"As for his corpse teeth, I don't think that's what we know. He is not a zombie. In this star world, the only one who can move freely like him is the highest corpse king in the middle of zombies, Zijiang. But without tens of thousands of years of absorbing the essence of the lunar moon, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a Taoist practice as the corpse king. And the so-called zombies also die first, and living people can't practice this zombie skill.

"If you say so, I'm afraid it's a matter of that skill again." Xuan Ming thought for a moment and said, "But that skill seems to be afraid of the sun. This is like a zombie. What's more, Ruan Xitong is also bloodthirsty.

Tongtian nodded and then shook his head and said, "I haven't seen this decision before 100,000 years ago."

Xuanming was slightly disappointed and shook his head and said, "Forget it. Anyway, I will be in the magic religion recently, but just pay more attention to it. I would like to see what's amazing about this law, which is worth teaching by the elder himself.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, be careful." Tongtian thought for a moment and didn't say anything. He just whispered and looked at the hundreds of grievances filled with small pavilions.

Hearing Tongtian's advice, Xuanming had a moment of discomfort, and some unexpected people who had been playing around the world also cared about others. Seeing Tongtian looking at those resentful souls, Xuan Ming touched his nose, smiled dryly and said, "They want to worship their teachers."

"A teacher? What does the teacher want me to do?" Tong Tian stared in surprise and said strangely. Xuanming explained shyly, "They want to worship me as a teacher." It means that you are sentimental.

Tongtian coughed dryly, and Xuan Ming said again, "They are not enough to practice. They have not been transformed into human beings. It is not convenient for me to take them with me. Master's Biyou Palace looks empty enough. Don't leave them here."

"It's easy to say. It's crowded." Tongtian, as Xuanming expected, did not object. Xuanming smiled with satisfaction and threw these hundreds of resentment souls here in Tongtian and became a master. He just said, "Then ask Master to discipline him." The wind and fire rushed to the Xuanqing Palace in the East China Sea.

I understand that Tongtian is bloodthirsty and easy to kill, but in fact, he is also soft-hearted. Those children were thrown there. I'm afraid that within three days, Tongtian will help them transform and teach them to practice. Hundreds are not a small number. However, they took the form of resentment with resentment, became a monk halfway, and was under the control of the sky, and their speed would not be too slow. I'm afraid that within a few decades, it will be a small army with a considerable lineup.

Thinking about this, Xuanming stood above Xuanqing Palace and touched the solar beads in his arms. After thinking about it, he still didn't go in and turned to Shennong Mountain.

On Shennong Mountain, Shennong, the ancestor of medicine, sat at the stone table, stretched out his hand to play with three sun-eating beads, with several wisp of white beards shaking and trembling, squinting his eyes and doubting.

"How's it going?" Xuanming, sitting opposite, looked at Shennong and asked.

Shennong brushed the long white beard and said, "'East of Penglai, on the mountain of Daiyu, there is a tree of mulberry, and the tree is ten thousand feet high. There is a heavenly chicken on the top of the tree, which is the nest on top. Every night, when the sun comes, the rooster sings, and the sun birds respond to it; when the sun birds sing, all the chickens in the world sing. Xuanming's little nephew must have seen this description of Jinwu?"

"I've seen it." Xuan Ming nodded and said, "This paragraph is a description of the three-legged bird. And the three-legged bird is the golden black.

"No, the three-legged bird is a three-legged bird, and the golden black is the golden black." Shennong shook his head and said, "Everyone thinks that this golden crow is a three-legged bird. In fact, the golden crow is just a divine fire exercise of a three-legged bird. So I was thinking that maybe if I find a three-legged bird, I can save Jinwu.

"It turns out that Jinwu is not a three-legged bird. Yes, I said that there are not so many three-legged birds that can make Di Jun catch ten at a time. Xuanming sneered in his heart and asked, "The record of the three-legged bird was also broken when Jinwu was born 100,000 years ago. Can Shennong immortals know where this three-legged bird is at this moment?"

Shennong shook his head and said, "This old man doesn't know either."

Xuanming sighed disappointedly and asked, "Is the Shennong fairy sure to see the soul of the god of Yanju taken out of Jinwu?"

"What?" Shennong's face engraved with the footprints of the years, his face changed. He looked at Xuanming in surprise. Xuanming smiled elegantly and said slowly, "The immortals also know the origin of the relationship between the mother of Xuanqing and the god of Yanju, right? In this accident in the East China Sea, Jinwu was destroyed and injured, and the family teacher was also in a bad mood. I wanted to find a way to see if I could call out the soul of Yanju.

"Difficult." Shennong sighed and sighed, "In those years, the Virgin of Xuanqing and Yan Ju Shen were also deeply in love with each other, but it's a pity that God's will to make people."

God's will? Xuan Ming smiled sarcasticly and did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Does it look like a fairy?"

"My little nephew may go to my Xiao Xiang's apprentice to have a try." Shennong blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, "She is the emperor, and there may be no way."

"Xiao Xiang? What do you say about immortals? How can she be the emperor?" Xuan Ming's heart beat and he wondered.

"Yes, I don't want to. Xiang'er is the proudest disciple in my life, but unfortunately, she is from Nuwa. Shennong touched her long beard, sighed helplessly, and said, "I also admit it. No matter who she is, she is still my disciple. That girl is also kind-hearted, and I have seen her guilt against me over the years. When I'm old, I don't want to investigate too much.

Xuan Ming looked at the person in front of him with a little disappointment and satisfaction, and couldn't help admiring him. The old man looked at Xuanming and said, "I heard that the girl is in your house now?"