Tianzhu Mountain, Taoist Temple.

In the scripture hall, the newly promoted immortal Zhang Wumeng was preaching the scriptures to the disciples.

He is a Danfa lineage, but when he reaches this realm, he is no longer limited to the framework, and all kinds of techniques are at his fingertips, and he has his own comprehension. Therefore, everyone in the Taoist Academy came to listen to the sermon, even He He, Fei Qin and others were no exception.

After three days of teaching, he answered all questions, and then ignored the secular affairs of the Taoist temple and retreated to the back mountain. When Lu Yuanqing was promoted, he did such a play, and everyone defaulted to the rules.

Because the immortals have too much right to speak, if they still manage affairs, it is inevitable that various problems will arise.

"Senior Uncle Ancestor, I have something to understand, may I ask if there will be any changes in this world's cultivation in the future?" asked a fourth-generation disciple.

"What do you mean by change?"

"Now that the pattern has been set and the system has been decided, how many years will this situation be maintained?"

This disciple still couldn't speak clearly, but Zhang Wumeng understood, and was silent for a while.

Human cultivation seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is full of drawbacks. Take the exercises of the fairy realm as an example, at present, only Kunlun, Shenxiao, and Taoist institutes have them, and there are hundreds of folk law schools, no matter how lively they are, they are just clowns jumping off the beam.

This is not a good thing for the entire cultivation civilization.

There is a premise for a hundred flowers to bloom, that is, to reach a certain height, it is called a hundred flowers to bloom. A group of congenital, human immortals are shouting there, this is called rookie jumping.

They inherited the ancient lineage, but there was a break of five hundred years in the middle, and how many great supernatural powers that passed through the heavens and latitudes died out in the long river of history.

It's luck and it's unfortunate.

There is a ready-made system to practice, but there is also a loss of creativity and development, everything is within the framework. So what the disciple asked was, can the world still be restored to the prosperity of ancient times?

"Difficult!"

Zhang Wumeng pondered for a moment, gave a word, and said: "Unless there are peerless talents emerging one after another, creating their own mystical methods, otherwise ......"

He suddenly paused, his body shook, and he stood above the clouds of Tianzhu Mountain. At the same time, a void light also flew from the back mountain, but it was Lu Yuanqing.

The two of them raised their heads and looked into the distant sky in the northwest, their breath was treacherous, ever-changing, majestic and extremely strange.

"It's Kunlun Mountain, and someone has cultivated to become an immortal again. Lu Yuanqing said.

"But this aura doesn't look like the right way?" Zhang Wumeng wondered.

"It's like Luo Xuebo's ......"

Lu Yuanqing also frowned, and said: "Kunlun has only Qiu and Jianke, but they have always cultivated the Xuanmen Orthodox, what is the way of this side door?"

…………

Qiu Chishan, Shenxiao faction.

A few years ago, the Shenxiao Sect was established, with great fanfare, and everyone in the world knew it. In a short period of time, it expanded to the three northwestern provinces, and all the large and small sects were attached, with nearly 10,000 disciples.

However, in recent years, Yun Yazi has slowed down, and Xu is inexperienced by Gu Xiaofei and began to search for potential children.

This person's style of acting is to become big if he does it, and he hates being petty, so seventy-two core disciples are newly baked - Xia Lufei is the first of them.

And Xiao Lent's plan is to only collect seven.

Seven vs seventy-two, it doesn't seem to be a head, but there is such a thing as cultivation, and you can't win purely by quantity.

When there was movement on Kunlun's side, Yun Yazi was also preaching the scriptures, and suddenly his eyebrows froze, and he pinched his fingers.

"Huh?"

He was greatly surprised, and muttered: "What kind of path is this person, it is chaotic and unknown, and it is difficult to show the heavens. ”

…………

East China Sea, small island.

In the courtyard of the fisherman's house, an ordinary and even somewhat ugly woman was lying on a rocking chair, waving a fan in one hand and holding a bean in her mouth in the other.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked to the northwest, revealing a smile of unknown meaning.

"Hehe, interesting! This woman is blessed with a great fate, and she will pay a visit another day. ”

…………

South China Sea, Sandun Island.

A huge figure landed on the equally huge plane tree, and its body shook and shrunk to a foot high, it was the phoenix.

Chao Kongtu told it where the bamboo rice came from, at least until the young birds were born, and they didn't have to worry about food. At this moment, it is holding on to the bamboo rice and feeding the female through that blowhole.

After feeding, it suddenly "chirped" twice, flapped its wings indifferently, and flapped its wings and flew away.

…………

Xia Guo can feel this breath, even people and birds, but there are only six of them.

Xiao Zhai was the most direct, flying from Bashan to Kunlun to visit his most beloved sister.

Xiao Jian: (╯°Д°)╯(┻━┻

All the people in Kunlun gathered on the bell platform, only to feel that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and large areas of dark clouds were tumbling and surging overhead, and then the Nine Heavens seemed to be torn apart, separated from the left and right, and two void lights fell from it.

The void light swirled around in mid-air, swishing towards their respective bodies.

"Real people!"

"Real people!"

Everyone immediately became excited, and then they were stunned again, and they were not sure of the title: "Master/Master?"

"Phew!"

There was a crisp smack, high in pitch, but not sharp. With the sound of clattering to the ground, it was as if a flame was dancing in front of him.

Looking at his facial features, it is clear that he is Long Qiu, but he only feels that he is unruly and unparalleled!

"What are you, and you deserve to be called Master?"

She pointed to the contempt of everyone, looked at her clothes again, and said in disgust: "What a ghost color, ugly and ugly!"

With a wave of her sleeves, her green shirt turned into red, and then she turned her head and stared at Xiao Jin, "You!"

"Huh?"

Sumire showed a very puzzled emoji.

"You are not allowed to wear red clothes in the future, or I will kill you!"

it!

Xiao Jin can still stand this? Raising her hand, a purple thunderbolt slashed over.

"Humph!"

The red-clothed Long Qiu showed disdain, let the divine thunder fall, but he was unharmed, and then stretched out a finger like a spring onion and poked it gently.

This poke instantly crossed the space and slammed into Xiao Jin's body.

"Ahh

The little soap trembled, and suddenly his facial features distorted, and he fell to his knees screaming.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a spell, it seemed to be an energy that awakened the source of fear, and she only felt an irrepressible sense of fear surging from the depths of her soul, washing over her whole body like a tide.

"Hahaha! I thought I was going to kill you!"

The red-clothed Long Qiu was about to poke a finger again, and the color of the ground changed suddenly, and he floated back dozens of feet.

Bang!

Xiao Zhai stood in front of him, like looking at an annoying bear child, "You are looking for a fight!"

"Have the ability to ...... Ahh

The red-clothed Long Qiu raised his eyebrows, and was just about to make a move, when he suddenly let out an exclamation, and his figure disappeared inexplicably, and another figure appeared in place, which was also Long Qiu.

This change is too fast, and everyone has not yet understood it, but seeing this person in a green shirt, his eyebrows are gentle, and he is full of familiarity, he can't help but feel relieved.

"Sumire!"

She ran over and brushed the hair of the little soap, and the goods suddenly stabilized, and she started spraying when she looked at her, "Why are you playing Fairy Sword Three!!?

"I didn't mean to, I just came back to my physical body and didn't control it well, so I made you suffer. ”

Xiaoqiu hugged her and rubbed all kinds of frictions, not as smokeless as before, nor like the integration of immortals and demons, but like returning to thirty years ago, the little Longqiu who saw her for the first time in her life.

(It's too cold in the Northeast, freeze to death !!)