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Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-six Taiyi Golden Immortals arrived at Zixiao Palace one after another, the palace gate opened, and Tong Zi Haotian greeted him and invited everyone into the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

When everyone entered the hall, they found that in the deepest part of the hall was a high and raised platform, and there was a futon above the platform, needless to say, where must be the place where the saint preached.

In the vicinity of the high platform, six tugs were arranged, and the three futons on the far left had three people sitting in front.

These three people are none other than Sanqing.

I don't know when Sanqing came to Zixiao Palace, in short, three of the six futons have been occupied by them.

The strength of the desolate world is respected, and Fuxi Nuwa is strong, so she naturally entered the palace at the front.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Xi saw the three empty futons, he quickly pulled his sister to the futon, pointed to the fourth futon and said, "Sister, sit down and rest." "He loves his sister the most, and since he has a place to sit, he naturally wants to fight for one for his sister.

Nuwa sat down with Sanqing, pointed to the fifth futon and said, "Brother also sits." ”

Fu Xi looked at the others, shook his head and said, "My brother is not tired, so I won't sit, I'll just stand behind my sister." With that, Fu Xi looked at the people behind him.

Coming in next to Fuxi Nuwa were the two future demon emperors: Dijun and Taiyi.

Taiyi said to Di Jun: "Brother, this Taoist friend in front doesn't want to sit, there are two left, just one of us?" ”

Di Jun shook his head, and whispered in Taiyi's ear: "Brother Xian, if our brothers want to achieve great things, we can't do it willfully, there are so many masters behind us, if we sit down regardless of it, what do these people think of us?"

These people are the targets of our wooing, and even if we can't win them over, we can't hate them.

Besides, for others, crossing this chaotic area may be a little tiring, but our brother is a three-legged golden crow with noble blood, and what he is best at is hurrying, for our brother, is this also a matter? ”

Taiyi reluctantly looked at the futon in front of him, wanting to sit, but he didn't want to disobey his brother's will, and his face was depressed.

Nuwa didn't care about other people's attitudes, she was about to persuade her brother again, when suddenly a little fat man in a big red robe with a happy face sat on the last futon.

After sitting down, the little fat man said to himself: "Sit down and rest, and walk through the chaotic area in one breath, I'm really tired." ”

Nuwa glared at the little fat man fiercely, and then said, "Brother, sit quickly, if you don't sit, I won't sit either." "Then get up.

Fu Xi pressed Nuwa: "Sister, don't make trouble, everyone respects us, so let's be advanced, we are respected by others, but we can't take it for granted, here are just a few futons, for the brother to the sister to occupy one, others can't say anything, if it is for the brother to sit down, won't others think that our brother and sister are arrogant and have no one in their eyes?" ”

The little fat man next to him heard that Fu Xi refused to do it, and turned his head to greet a Taoist with a medium figure, a face like a crown of jade, and a modest bearing: "Zhenyuan Daoyou, Zhenyuan Daoyou, there is still a futon that no one does, come and rest." ”

This little fat man is Hongyun, and the person he greets is the future ancestor of the earth immortals - Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the people around him, shook his head, and replied: "Brother Xian sits by himself, just stand for his brother." "Zhen Yuanzi has a modest personality, has a deep understanding of the 'golden mean', does not like to fight with others, and does not like to be in the limelight.

In his opinion: it is indeed more comfortable to sit on the futon than to stand, but it will become the target of public criticism and be hated by everyone. Once you are hated by others, you will lower your own good fortune.

Wasting good fortune is only a thought, but accumulating good fortune is extremely difficult, so don't sit on this futon.

It is precisely because Zhen Yuanzi has such a mentality that he can survive the cruel battles of the flood and famine, survive the catastrophe again and again, and finally become the longest-lived and most chic person among the three thousand purple night guests, except for saints.

At this time, two people came in from outside the door, and they were the future Buddhist saints of the West: Zhun Ti and Yin.

Both of them looked dusty and out of breath, and then sighed: "It's okay, it's okay, it's finally just catching up." ”

Zhun Ti didn't say anything, his eyes rolled and he saw that there was an empty futon in front of him.

Suddenly, the blessing is to the soul: the six futons here are definitely beneficial.

Although he didn't know what the benefits were, Zhun Ti was a guy who took advantage of it, so he hurriedly pushed the guide and sat on the futon, and said, "Brother is tired, hurry up and rest." ”

Zhun Ti felt the extraordinaryness of the futon, and won the lead of Zhun Ti in all aspects, and naturally sensed the extraordinaryness of the futon.

Since the futon has benefits, you can't let the brothers miss the benefits, but there are no more empty futons, what should I do?

The guide turned his head to look at the other people sitting on the futon.

The first three are not weak in cultivation, and their luck is connected, and they are obviously three brothers, and their ideas can't be beaten.

The fourth futon is sitting on a woman, but this woman's cultivation is not weak, the most important thing is that there is also a man with a cultivation that is not weak behind her, and this man's eyes are always on her, and the two of them are obviously in a group, and they are definitely not easy to mess with.

The guide turned his head and looked at the red cloud beside him:

Hongyun had a straight smile on her chubby face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Connecting the heart: This little fat man's cultivation is not high, and he has no background, so he is it.

"Brother Xian, we came from the west, in order to catch up with the Dao Ancestor's preaching, we almost ran out of mana along the way, and you are not light, right? Come on, come on, you come and rest first. "With that, 'struggling' to get up, his eyes drifting to the red cloud.

Zhun Ti suddenly realized: "In front of my brother, is there a younger brother to sit on?" Although the elder brother rested, the younger brother could hold on...... "Zhun Ti's 'weak' and the lead dispute, and in the process of rectification, 'the feet were soft', and he fell crookedly on Hongyun's body.

At this moment, the distracted red cloud woke up.

Hongyun already has the character of a 'good old man', seeing that Zhun Ti was tired and couldn't stand still, how could he be embarrassed to continue to sit, he grabbed Zhun Ti, stood up and said, "This Taoist friend sits here with me." ”

Zhun Ti sat on the futon of Hongyun and said hypocritically: "Thank you for your kindness, Daoist friend Gaoyi." ”

The guide also said with a look of emotion: "Thank you for giving up your seat, Daoyou Gaoyi." ”

Hongyun didn't know that the two of them were pretending, and when they saw the two praising them, they were a little embarrassed: "A small thing, a small thing." After that, he retreated to Zhen Yuanzi's side, and said to Zhen Yuanzi in a sighy tone: "The relationship between these two brothers is really enviable. ”

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hongyun speechlessly, shook his head and sighed, and said in his heart: When can my brother be smarter, such an obvious deception, can't you see it?

That's it, those futons are also a place of right and wrong, and leaving the futons is not necessarily a bad thing.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun don't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care.

Taiyi looked at Zhun Ti coldly, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames: Our brothers didn't go to sit, you two guys later, why?

He was about to expose the trick of receiving and mentioning and sweeping the face of the two, but he was stopped by Di Jun: "Brother Xian, sage dojo, don't make trouble." ”