Chapter 127

Liansheng found an empty side hall to transform into a shape.

Rahu was a little nervous for the first time.

"Hongjun, what do you think he will become, it won't be King Kong Barbie, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Ahem, I mean become a person whose body and face don't match."

"Don't worry."

Hongjun naturally knew the degree of Luohu's face control, and said with the case of the transformation of the living beings in the wilderness: "Just like the transformation of the fox, there are usually few ugly ones, and some creatures are destined to get the advantage of appearance. ”

Rahu retorted: "This is not certain, the Bodhi tree is the ten innate spiritual roots, and it still grows like that. ”

Bodhi Tree Bodhi Tree, what a name.

It's all ruined on Zhun Ti's face!

Hongjun smeared a handful of trees without changing his face, "You can see Yang Mei that trees are exceptions." ”

"Can you figure it out?" Rahu didn't want to guess anymore and looked at him expectantly.

Hongjun gently pinched Luo Hu's cheek with his fingers, which often pinched, "Anything that can be reached by waiting, there is no need to calculate, you better cultivate a little patience." ”

Luo Hu had no choice but to sit with Hongjun in the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

Liansheng couldn't come out for a long time, and Luo Hu couldn't help but share a wisp of divine thought to look at the side hall, but was discovered by Liansheng.

"Father! Can't look at it in advance! ”

“……”

"You can't sneak a look!"

"Okay."

Retracting his thoughts, Rahu complained, "How is Liansheng as sensitive as a little girl in this regard. ”

Hongjun said casually: "Cultivated by you." ”

Rahu denied this, "I gave Pangu a prenatal education when he was not born, hoping that he would grow into a man who was shy and answered, but he still became a strong man. From Liansheng's thought of Pangu, he couldn't understand: "You said that his mother is a thirty-six rank Chaos Qinglian, Qinglian is so beautiful, how can he grow like that!" ”

Hongjun groaned, "This is really a mysterious question. ”

Rahu's palm was pressed to his stomach, and he said suspiciously, "My child shouldn't be crooked." ”

Hongjun swears by the way of heaven that it must be good-looking.

The Heavenly Dao in the dark received a contact from the future Dao Ancestor, and he really wanted to say that he didn't care about this kind of thing.

The main hall of Zixiao Palace has been destroyed by many storms, and it is still similar to the first arrangement, and every immortal is a little expert in repairing furniture. Rahu looked at the magnificent scene around him, and suddenly said, "I feel as if something is missing." ”

Hongjun thought that he was going to come up with a new idea again, and asked with interest, "What's missing?" ”

He planned to preach to the creatures of the desolation in Zixiao Palace, and an environment for listening to the sermon would help establish his prestige, and if Rahu could improve the environment for him to preach, he would be happy to see it.

Rahu walked down from the cloud bed, spun around, and occasionally swung the position of the incense burner.

Hongjun sat on the cloud bed, holding a jade disc of creation, purple clothes and white hair, he could be said to be an immortal among immortals. He smiled indifferently and looked at Rahu with gentle eyes, which could be regarded as imitating the posture of preaching in advance.

Rahu stared at him.

"Rahu?" Hongjun asked hesitantly, he was rarely watched so intently by Luo Hu, and his usual relaxed and casual sitting posture looked a little wrong, so he adjusted his mentality and put his sitting posture more upright.

In front of the Taoist, he still hopes to be able to show a better side.

After all, they haven't gotten back together.

He looked ahead and met Rahu's eyes.

However, Hongjun found that Luo Hu was not looking at him, but behind his back.

Rahu suddenly realized, and pointed to the place, "There is a lack of there, no wonder I said that something is missing!" ”

Hongjun: "......"

It's not me who dares to love you.

As if peeking into the secrets of the world, Luo Hu said proudly: "Hongjun, write a word on it." ”

Hongjun looked back at the back, a wall, what to write?

In an instant—

In his heart, he said: Naturally, he writes "Tao".

The level of a person's realm can be easily expressed with words. For example, the "Mount Meru" written by Rahu on the cliff, these three words deterred the entire western part of the flood wilderness, and no one dared to come to provoke Mount Meru.

"Write with this thing."

Seeing that he had come to his senses, Rahu took out a pen from the mustard seed space and made it out of the hair of the Chaos Beast.

The corners of Hongjun's mouth twitched slightly.

I'm amazed by the extent to which you've robbed in Chaos.

Holding the brush, Hongjun took a deep breath, condensed the tip of the brush with his strength, gold appeared on the snow-white tip of the brush, and was about to point on the wall, Luo Hu hurriedly said: "To be black!" Hongjun changed the color, and the nib of the pen became the purest black, like the ink in Rahu's memory.

In Rahu's view, nothing is more shocking than ink characters.

The glittering golden characters he put on Mount Meru don't count, they were the works he wrote back then.

Looking at Hongjun, Rahu's heart rose with the expectation of witnessing the myth. There is an allusion in the torrent of desolation that he wrote, when the listener came thirty-three days away, he found an immortal dojo, and he felt more and more pressure when he walked inside. Everyone stayed inside or outside the door of Zixiao Palace according to their strength, and there were seven futons in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and the cloud bed in the middle was empty.

Behind the cloud bed, the word "Dao" shocked everyone.

This word was written by Hongjun Ancestor.

Seeing the word "Dao", the monks who came here were fascinated and felt their own insignificance.

After so many years, Luo Hu suddenly saw the most classic Zixiao Palace in the flood wilderness and listened to the sermon.

For this reason, Zixiao Palace also has to increase the corresponding force!

While Rahu was thinking about it, Hongjun re-brewed and raised his hand against the wall.

The first stroke is in the "point", one of the most important places of God/rhyme.

Hongjun is very confident.

In the midst of the desolation, there should be no state of mind higher than him, unless Pangu is resurrected and the Chaos Blue Lotus reappears, he doesn't believe that there will be a Chaos Demon God who has a comprehension of the "Dao" that surpasses him.

Even if it's Rahu!

Hongjun wrote, his eyes were deep, and he entered the wonderful realm of becoming one with the way of heaven.

The first one.

The tip of the pen touched the wall, and suddenly it softened, "Bang-"

A lump of black ink marks appeared on the snow-white wall, and experiments proved that the novice's calligraphy was unrecognizable.

Hongjun: "......"

Rahu: "......"

He reacted and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, you also have today!" ”

Luo Hu laughed so much that his stomach hurt, Hongjun was almost omnipotent in his eyes, throwing off those male gods who were known as perfect in later generations a dimensional wall. But he never thought that just a few brush words could pit Hongjun!

Hongjun said expressionlessly: "The tip is soft. ”

He withdrew the pen and lowered his sleeves to hide it.

I want to destroy the corpse.

Rahu held his waist and laughed constantly, "Otherwise? You still think it's hard? ”

Hong Huang didn't have a pen at this time, Luo Hu unceremoniously pointed to this pen and said: "This is the first pen in the world, how can you dislike it, it has witnessed your black history, you destroy it and try it!" ”

Under these words, suddenly the Heavenly Dao descended merit!

This simple pen was suddenly shrouded in golden light, and won the honor of "the first pen in the world".

Hongjun's face turned even colder.

"Heavenly ......"

"Heaven won't help you anymore, just write it obediently."

Seeing that Tiandao was standing on his side this time, Luo Hu said arrogantly: "Write!" ”

Zixiao Palace had to stage a scene of Hongjun practicing calligraphy.

Fortunately, Hongjun was extremely talented, and he didn't let Luo Hu watch the jokes for too long, and after repeating the practice five or six times, Hongjun mastered the essence of writing brushes, and wrote a good hand of calligraphy that surpassed the top calligraphy of mortals.

Maybe if he is given more time, Hongjun can write better words, but he pays more attention to his state of mind.

When the state of mind arrives, the word is the way.

Under his pen by stroke, a quaint "Tao" was branded on the wall.

Even Rahu was touched when he saw it, and he came to his senses.

On the path of cultivation, they all confirmed each other, and this time it was Hongjun's "Dao" that led him to enter the state of enlightenment.

Hongjun walked to his side and looked at the words he wrote, inevitably feeling a sense of accomplishment. This is all the comprehension he has realized since he cultivated the Dao, and he has entered the state of the Heavenly Dao with the help of the Creation Jade Disk, which can be said to be his peak state at this time.

The words he wrote were the "word" of his heart.

"Hongjun."

At some point, Rahu finished his meditation and looked at him with a smile.

Hongjun waited for his next sentence.

Luo Hu said freely: "Very powerful, I am not as good as you, I deserve to be my man." ”

Hongjun smiled.

He felt that the second half of the sentence and the first half of the pen should be beautiful.

Rahu didn't make him happy for too long, the red clothes were arrogant, conceited and arrogant, "But I will surpass you, the road is one foot high, the devil is one foot high, the victory and defeat between you and me is not now, you don't stay in place for too long!" ”

Hongjun said calmly: "I think it's a foot high and a foot high." ”

Luo Hu snorted coldly, "The future will know." ”

They stopped talking, their eyes looked at the side hall in unison, and Liansheng let out a fluctuation of power.

It's a shapeshift!

It doesn't matter what "Dao" or "Demon" is, what Luo Hu wants to know is how much appearance Liansheng has after he comes out. He is fed up with Pangu's rough face, a real man only needs a figure, and his face must be good-looking!

The door of the temple was pushed open with a soft creak.

A young man in a purple robe walked out, his head bowed, his long black hair draped down.

"Father, Master."

Wearing a lotus crown on his head and stepping on the sun and moon boots.

The young man looked up and smiled at them innocently, revealing a bit of sincerity.

His eyes are like paint, and his face is handsome.

In one sentence to describe his words, then it is - live up to the name of "Lotus Sheng". 166 Reading Network