"There is not a single Taoist scripture, and there is only one Taoist scripture?"

The shepherd boy Yu was greatly disappointed.

Then, Shepherd Boy Yu smiled with relief, this is right! It is already very against the sky for a mere dynasty to have a Heavenly Scripture, if there is still a Taoist Scripture and a large number of Taoist scriptures, it is really ......

It's outrageous!

Shepherd Boy Yu laughed at himself, and then reached out to take down the Taoist canon, and there were four big words written on its cover: Wuji Daodian!

"Wuji Dao Classic?, is it a retreat?"

The shepherd boy Yu was overjoyed, hurriedly opened the cover, and then was suddenly stunned.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Shepherd boy Yu was disappointed and said that it was a pity.

The Wuji Dao Classic is a Retreat Dao Scripture, but Shepherd Boy Yu can't practice it.

This Taoist canon needs to be urged by the Avenue of Stars, and the power of the bloodline of the Shepherd Boy Feather is the Avenue of the Stars, which has long been burned by the Shepherd Boy Yu, and all the exercises and classics related to the Avenue of the Stars cannot be practiced.

"Do you need to choose a Taoist book?"

Shepherd boy Yu frowned secretly, unwilling.

"Priest, what do you suggest?"

Shepherd Boy Yu asked.

"What is suitable is the best, and the Taoist book is not necessarily bad!"

After a long time, the voice of the sacrifice spirit sounded in the mind of the shepherd boy Yu.

"Is it suitable?"

"Is it best to fit?"

"Isn't the Book of Taoism necessarily bad?"

Hearing this, Shepherd Boy Yu was stunned for a while, fell into deep thought, and kept chattering unconsciously in his mouth.

Shepherd boy Yu was sometimes puzzled, frowning and pondering, and sometimes he was full of brilliance.

The priest remained silent, neither prompting nor breaking the current tranquility, but silently watching the Shepherd Boy Yu's every move.

There was silence in the Book Pavilion, only the unconscious voice of Shepherd Boy Yu echoed in the main hall. This situation continued, perhaps a quarter of an hour, perhaps a few hours, and gradually a realization slowly emerged in the shepherd boy's eyes.

"Yes, fit is the best!"

Shepherd Boy Yu was in high spirits, and the whole person seemed to be completely enlightened, and his spirit was radiant. Then, without hesitation, carefully select the escape technique in the Taoist book.

Every Taoist book, Shepherd Boy Yu carefully flipped through it and secretly figured it out. Then, he put it down again and picked up the next book again.

......

"From now on, the shepherd boy Yu will be awarded the title of the lord of the Heavenly Pavilion, commanding the nine heavens, ranking above the hundred officials!"

Just as Shepherd Boy Yu was carefully searching for the classics, a voice came down from the sky and resounded throughout the Gu Feng Dynasty.

For a while, countless people in the territory of the Gu Feng Dynasty were puzzled and looked up one after another.

Then......

At this moment, a handsome and slightly immature figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the Ten Heavens.

Suddenly, the people of the Gu Feng Dynasty fell into chaos, and all kinds of voices of praise, questioning, affirmation, doubt, disdain, and appreciation were mixed together, and it was very lively.

Some people praise Shepherd Boy Yu's handsomeness, some people are surprised by Shepherd Boy Yu's youth, and some people even maliciously speculate that he was favored by the empress and secretly despised him for his face.

However, more people are questioning, questioning the ability of the shepherd boy feather.

Shepherd Boy Yu's face is immature, and his nationality is unknown, so why does he steal a high position, command nine days, and rank above a hundred officials?

......

In the inner courtyard of the ancient mansion, Gu Yuxuan looked up at the sky, his face expressionless.

"Childe ......"

"Childe ......"

"Childe ......"

At this time, Gu Rong staggered, and ran with a roll, and his mouth couldn't stop screaming.

"What?"

Gu Yuyuan glared at Gu Rong coldly and asked.

"Childe, this ...... What's going on?"

Gu Rong pointed to the image of the sky shepherd boy Xin, and couldn't help but shout colorlessly.

At the court sacrifice ceremony, he won a complete victory, won the trust of the ministers, the empress was overjoyed, and ordered the prime minister to print his portrait and announce it to the world. Gu Yuxuan's expression was complicated and inexplicable, and he pointed to the sky and said, "Therefore, there is this scene!"

"Isn't that ...... Isn't there no hope for the second son?" Gu Rong said with a sad face.

"Not necessarily!" Gu Yuxuan said with a wry smile.

"That ......"

Gu Rong immediately looked at Gu Yuxuan expectantly.

Gu Yuxuan smiled mysteriously, as if he hadn't heard Gu Rong's words, he didn't answer, and turned around and walked towards the room.

......

The imperial capital of the ancient Feng Dynasty, Xianmanlou.

Xianmanlou is the largest fireworks place in the imperial capital, with many beautiful fairies, and it is also the most lingering place for those romantic children in the imperial capital.

"Get out, get out of here......"

A roar suddenly sounded in the Purple Night Pavilion on the top floor of Xianman Building, and in an instant, the two fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, wearing thin shirts, and their postures were graceful.

The extremely beautiful woman ran out in a panic.

"Luo Lunyi!"

Jian Haojun sat at the table, holding a cup, and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Drink, are you still in the mood to drink?"

Luo Lunyi leaned against the window, stretched out his hand to point at the sky, and roared angrily at Jian Haojun.

"What a fuss!"

Jian Haojun took a sip of wine and said leisurely.

"What's the fuss?" ......Luo Lunyi smiled coldly and said, "The disciples who rebelled against their fate have all become gods! At this moment, declaring the world, you actually say that I am making a fuss?"

"So what?"

Jian Haojun glanced at Luo Lunyi and said nonchalantly.

"Hmph!" Luo Lunyi snorted coldly and sneered: "Jian Haojun, your heart is really wide!"

Silence, Jian Haojun was silent.

"It's not wide, but what can it be?"

For a long time, Jian Haojun seemed to laugh at himself, and like a questioning question.

"What can it be?"

Hearing this, Luo Lunyi was stunned for a long time and remained silent for a long time.

Yes, it is not wide, but what can it be? The son of rebellion has already been confirmed to be a divine master, and his status is revered and unattainable! And his disciple was conferred the title of God at a young age, commanding nine heavens, and ranking above the hundred officials.

"What can it be? Hehe, how can't it, how can it ......"

Luo Lunyi walked back to the table and sat down, lost his soul and muttered to himself.

......

Ten Thousand Demon Forest, within the sphere of influence of the Ancestral Witch Tribe, in the sky above a small valley, tens of thousands of people are fighting fiercely.

"Kill!"

High in the sky, the roar of Wu Zhan resounded through the heavens and the earth, and he relied on his geographical advantage and relied on the holy area to fight endlessly with the wolf without a trace and the basket road.

High in the sky, there are a series of burly ancestral witch tribesmen, a celestial wolf tribesman who is famous for riding a giant wolf, and a series of swordsmen with elegant postures, cold expressions, and swords.

They fought fiercely, roaring angrily, wolf howling, and sword roaring filled the valley, and one after another figures were planted from the sky, and a puff of blood bloomed in the sky.

Among them, there is an extremely beautiful figure. She was exquisite, wearing a suit of animal skin and leather pants, holding a huge mace, back and forth, piercing and killing in the crowd.

Her flowing hair was soaked in blood, and her beautiful cheeks were still stained with a little blood, and at a glance, it looked like a delicate rose.

She is Wu Manrou, the princess of the ancestral witch tribe.

Suddenly!

"This ...... Is this a little girl?

Wu Manrou looked up at the sky, incredulous.

"Rou'er, how could it be, how could it be him?"

At this time, Wu Zhan had already fought with the wolf without a trace and the basket road, and came to Wu Manrou's side, his rough face was full of doubts and shock.

"Could it be...... Could it be that what the **** said is true. ”

Wu Manrou didn't seem to be aware of it, didn't answer, but looked at the sky in a daze, and a touch of crystal quietly appeared in the corner of her eye.

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