Chapter 6 The First Knowledge of the Left Evil

The voice of the red-haired ancestor was silent for a long time, and then he smiled and said, "What a valuable gift. It seems that Yin Mingyu has been plotting for a long time, and his plan is great. Come on, which treasure do you think of the ancestor? You are willing to spend so much effort.

The miasma of the barren land of southern Xinjiang is all there. As long as you have the intention to collect it, it is nothing more than killing some time and spending more energy. Although this bottle sent by Qingcheng was specially collected by monks who squatted for seven years before collecting them, not to mention the effort of purifying the sacrifice, but it can only be regarded as a painstaking process, which is not easy. But the spiritual root of Tianmou Mountain is an ancient divine tree that has sprouted at the beginning of heaven and earth. The roots are firmly plunged into the mountain body of Tianmou Mountain. The tree is tens of millions of miles tall and extends to the vast sea of clouds and connects with the sky.

The fruit of this divine tree cannot be seen by ordinary people. If ordinary people can cross the layers of barriers when they go to Tianmu Mountain, they can see the trunk of the divine tree hidden in the fog behind the mountain from afar, towering into the clouds without beginning and ending.

It is said that the spiritual root of heaven and earth is not evergreen. The so-called heaven and man still have five declines. This divine tree, which has been born since the founding of Pan ancient times, will also have dead branches and fallen leaves. If you get one of the fallen leaves and refine it into fairy wine, ordinary people will naturally rejuvenate and prolong their lives. If practitioners get it, it is naturally It may make great progress and even break through some key bottlenecks.

However, such an opportunity is too difficult to find. It is well known to all over the world, but I'm afraid that there are few things I have seen from ancient times to the present, let alone looking for the dead leaves of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth. Although Qingcheng Mountain is close to Tianmou Mountain, this is not only a matter of painstaking efforts, but more importantly, luck.

Yin Mingyu was able to take out a pot of fairy wine brewed by fallen leaves this time. This gift is really too valuable. The red-haired ancestor had already thought that this thing was by no means prepared to please himself. I'm afraid that the original intention of this guy was to collect it for himself to enjoy. Only as the leader of the Taoist sect can you have such a great hand, which can mobilize people to stay in Tianmou Mountain for many years, only for their own welfare.

It's just that I don't know what's going on this time. It can force this guy to be so much that even such a rare treasure is taken out as a gift. It's not easy to imagine what the other party wants this time. Therefore, after careful consideration, the red-haired ancestor asked this question. He was just reluctant to give up this treasure and wanted to see what the other party wanted before making plans.

Gu Shiyuanlang said: "The ancestor knows that the demon emperor Luohou, who dominated the world in those years, has been born, and now he is collecting the old department and plotting a great cause. In those years, three evil masters who were as famous as Luo Hou have been rescued and sealed, namely, Xu Wan, Tianjun Xiying and Wei Wuya, the demon commander. Now that the Taoism is rising and the right path is precarious, it is the time for our heroes to make a difference.

The red-haired ancestor was also stunned when he heard the words: "Luohou, this old monster, was actually born? Xu Wan, Xi Ying, Wei Wuya, hey hey, they are all old acquaintances. It seems that this practice world, which has been silent for 300 years, is finally interesting. After such a long time of peace, I'm afraid it's burning now.

Gu Shiyuan talked and looked comfortable: "Ancestor, that's not the words. The trapped island has always been on good terms with our Middle Tudao sect. At that time, the ancestor once had a close relationship with Qingqiu Zhenren, the former head of this school, and they can be regarded as the same as each other. Now that the right path is in trouble, the ancestor can't be a foreigner.

The red-haired ancestor laughed and said, "So, is it the right way for you to trap me on the empty island? Haha, when I was an ancestor, I was single-minded and worshipped teachers everywhere, but I was said that I was not of good origin, my background was unknown, and I refused to accept apprentices. Later, the great disaster of heaven and earth, the right path was destroyed. The ancestor and I helped to fight against the evil. As a result, after the disaster calmed down, I was still the right path as a side door, sneered at it and had a cold eye. Humph, I didn't expect that today, there are famous high-level apprentices, flattering me as the right path.

The meaning of resentment in his words is quite obvious, and there is a faint sense of escape. Gu Shiyuan's expression remained unchanged and said sincerely, "I know that the ancestor has a deep understanding of Zhongtu Taoism, and the misunderstanding can't be solved for a moment. But our master Qingqiu Zhenren and his ancestors are not rebellious. Isn't this a rumor?

"Qingqiuzi--" rare, the tone of the red-haired ancestor was a little loose, and there was also a kind of tenderness in his tone. "If Qingqiuzi had not been killed violently in those years, he would not have done so and crossed the river to demolish the bridge. Well, in front of Qingqiuzi, if your Qingcheng faction can't stand it, you can come to my South China Sea and keep you safe.

"Ha," Hearing the change of the tone of the red-haired ancestor, Gu Shiyuan sneered: "It seems that the ancestor still wants to stay out of the matter, but don't forget that the ghost blood demon was cut by you yourself, and finally fell into the blood river of the underworld and was doomed. I heard that Luo Hou is now gathering people. The next step is to get him out. At that time, I'm afraid that you will be trapped in the empty island.

In his hard and soft words, the threat loomed, but the red-haired ancestor ate this set: "Blood God? Luohou used this evil thing once, and he still wants to find him again? Humph, boy, it's your luck today. The ancestor won't care about you. Bring your brothers to the island, and someone will pick you up later.

After these words, the voice of the red-haired ancestor stopped ringing. Gu Shiyuan took a long breath and smiled apologetically at Chongguang: "Brother Xiao Dao, I'll give you a smile. Some words are not easy to say on the ship. There are many people and miscellaneous words, and there are ears in the wall. His words naturally referred to the matter of the spiritual root fairy wine, which did not make contact with Chongguang. After all, the situation at sea was dangerous at that time. If the treasure was taken away by the aquariums of the second dragon prince, he would really die.

Of course, there are also some thoughts to guard against him. At that time, the two were only new acquaintances. Who knows what your surname is Xiao's way of? If you see Bao's intention, Gu Shiyuan's way is not enough. It's just this thought, of course, it's hard to say now. Smart people are self-evident and know how to nod.

Now that we have arrived on the island, the treasure is to be dedicated to the red-haired ancestors. Of course, there is no need to be damaged. Besides, even if there is really an eyeless one, it's not hard to get chestnuts from the fire. The red-haired ancestor, even if it is compared to fire, is also three flavors of real fire.

"Ha ha, it's okay, Gu Dao, let's go to the island." Naturally, Chongguang won't say much. This kind of thing is human nature. Besides, he has been deeply thoughtful and experienced so many accidents, and now he is even more happy and angry. As for saying that Gu Shiyuan will be guarded in your heart, that's also a proper meaning. Who told you to beware of Gu from the beginning.

Those young children of the Qingcheng School have opened their eyes this time. Seeing the peerless magic power of the red-haired ancestor with his own eyes, although it was not his own bad luck, he always had some feelings of rabbit death and fox sadness. So on the way from the beach to the island, they all hummed one by one, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

As for Pan Lang, who stayed on the ship, no one dares to be wild near the empty island anyway. The giant wooden Shenzhou has its own defense, and his injury is not dangerous, but he just needs to rest and recuperate. After the two disciples who carried him on the boat cast spells for him, they left him in the cabin to rest in peace.

The red-haired ancestor said that someone would take it, but Chongguang, Gu Shiyuan and others asked people along the way before they found the doorway to the red-haired ancestor dojo. The island is not big or small, and it also has a radius of six or seven hundred miles. There are red-haired ancestors in the town, and the group dare not use Taoism, so they can only use this most primitive method.

In fact, if they don't have heavy responsibilities, the scenery on the island is really good. For example, idle people like Chongguang originally come out to wander around with the idea of distraction, and naturally walk all the way, which is extremely comfortable. In fact, with his early cultivation and practicing such a magical Taoism as sitting and forgetting books, he has long noticed the location of 200 miles southwest, and there are a large number of energetic monks, which must be the Taoist temple of the red-haired ancestor. However, he was not very familiar with Gu Shiyuan, but now there is a little estrangement, so let him take more detours. There is no need to expose any cards to the other party.

The four directions of the southeast and northwest of the empty island are actually four large villages, but the territory is a little larger. All kinds of rare trees on the island, seabirds and exotic animals are dazzling. Their group landed on the island from the east. The islanders they saw along the way were not only well dressed, but also their appearance and speech were quite extraordinary. There were even those who were instructed by red-haired doormen, and their cultivation was actually better than the Qingchengmen at the tail of several cranes.

Chongguang was amazed on the way. The red-haired ancestors really lived up to their reputation and took good care of this trapped island in an orderly manner. Whether it is the planning and management of the whole island or the education and training of the islanders, there are considerable points. Such a foundation can't be achieved with superb spells, but it is somewhat similar to Naluohou. Whether it is magic or power and means, it can be called Xiaoxiong.

The roads on the island are repaired, not only spacious, but also very neat, no worse than some small counties in Middle-earth. The group asked more than a dozen passers-by in a row and walked more than a hundred miles before finally meeting the doorman sent by the red-haired ancestors, a young monk named Lu Wu.

Lu Wu's name has the same name as an ancient mythical beast, but he himself is gentle and elegant, as gentle as jade. Of course, the monk's appearance can't tell his actual age at all, and Lu Wu's cultivation also shocked the heavy light: I'm afraid this man's Taoism is different from Kunlun's seven sons.

Speaking of which, in fact, Chongguang himself is now a serious Yuanying monk. However, although everyone has condensed Yuanying, the power of Taoism is very different. Kunlun Qizi, a solid Yuanying monk, has experienced hundreds of years of accumulation, and the magic power and magic means are so profound that it is unimaginable. As for him, Xiao is completely an alien. Since he entered the Tao, although he has suffered many hardships, he has also suffered many adventures. What's more, he inexplicably got the inheritance of Shen Shengyi's two laws in those years. It sounds very rebellious to be able to condense Yuanying in his insufficient years, but in fact, that's all. He has only reached the realm. Compared with others, the accumulation of mana and means is really day by day.

If you really want to say that it is against the sky, it is still the sword god in those years. At least, when he was teasing Luo Hou, he was not very old, which was said by Luo Hou himself.

If according to Shen Shengyi's words left in the book, the monks of Zhongtu Taoist Gate bound themselves with a pile of boxes, and it would be a detour. Therefore, it is not that he is awesome, but that others are too incompetent. There is no shortage of geniuses, let alone diligent people in the world, but the direction to success, not everyone can grasp it.

Lu Wu saw the group of the Qingcheng faction, but he did not have the airs of outsiders. He gently apologized to them, saying that he had something urgent to delay. Of course, no one will really care about this kind of polite words.

Next, the matter was simple. Lu Wu led the way, and the group was windy. With less than 200 miles left, they arrived at the ground in an hour.

It is hidden among the mountains and hills, surrounded by dense forests. In front of the door is a wide avenue. Along the steps paved with boulders, the Wuyun Palace, the red-haired ancestral dojo of the South China Sea, appeared in front of you.