Isn't his sister's master the Heavenless Ancestor?

The corpse was shocked, and at the same time, his heart was also stained with a touch of sadness.

"In case my sister doesn't come back"

"No" Gong Siyu interrupted sharply, and said stubbornly, "Wei'er will come back" If there is really any accident, don't you still have your own master

"Good apprentice, come and explain to Master what is Chinese New Year's Eve"

The Spring Festival began about 4,000 years ago in the first year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

It's no wonder that Hongjun didn't understand, at that time, he had already thrown himself into the void realm.

"A festival, called the Spring Festival, an important day for family reunion, once a year, continues from ancient times to the present, and is the most important festival in the human world."

Hongjun nodded as if he didn't understand, and the baby was holding the mobile phone in his hand that he had exchanged for an undead grass, "Can the good disciple teach the master how to play with this long shell, and the old man can show off to Lao Hei when he turns around, he definitely doesn't understand." ”

Hongjun Ancestor and Wutian Ancestor should be fighting heaven and earth, they are used to fighting, everything has to be compared, this thought of being able to show off what he doesn't understand in front of Wutian Ancestor, Hongjun is full of red light, and he smiles even happier.

Gong Siyu was patient and helpless, so he could only teach the old man to play with his mobile phone in person.

God knows how he endured his impatience and taught Hongjun with a dull heart, full of tricks and tricks whether he could come back.

After teaching for a while, the old man learned very quickly, and he was able to draw inferences almost once.

Mo about two hours later.

He drank a pot of tea and found the phone's camera function particularly interesting.

Seeing that the wide garden outside the living room was covered with snow, withered branches and rockeries, and the scenery was not bad, he asked Gong Siyu to take him to visit the large and small gardens in the entire courtyard with great interest, and took pictures while strolling.

Lingyan and Liuyun were especially curious about the old man's origin, so they followed along.

"Brother-in-law, where the hell is this sacred, you and your sister have made so many sands of time in the Void Realm and come back, won't it be this old man who helps?"

Not far away, the old man Hongjun was holding his mobile phone to take various pictures.

When Gong Siyu heard this, he said coldly, "Well, it's him." ”

Liuyun eavesdropped on the side, and was just about to speak, when the old man not far away seemed to think that there was nothing to shoot in this garden and snow, and it was extremely boring, so he suddenly shouted at this loudly, "Can you use a little spiritual power to give you a guarantee that this big garden will change into a teacher, and never destroy a single grass, tree, or stone."

"You are free"

Gong Siyu shouted back loudly, and immediately twisted his eyebrows, he didn't understand why he was here to accompany the old man around the garden, he was worried about whether the necromantic could come back.

"Gong Siyu, look at what that old man is doing" Suddenly, Liuyun seemed to have discovered something surprising, patted Gong Siyu's shoulder, and pointed to the white-haired old man who was surrounded by ten thousand golden lights not far away.

The golden aura suddenly diffused like a little broken star, and soon enveloped the entire courtyard.

Dead wood in the spring leaves and flowers, the original silver wrapped in the scene of the withered winter, in the Hongjun ancestor chanted the mantra, the moment of the handprint, such as the spring flowers, Penglai realm, showing the vitality

Wisteria flowers are in full bloom, forming a half-moon-shaped arch of hanging flowers, the snow covered in the pavilions, verandahs, and rockeries melts, and countless emerald green rhizomes and vines are wrapped up like swimming snakes, and the vines are full of five-colored small flowers.

The ice on the surface of the pond is gradually melting, dozens of golden koi fish are tossing and playing in the pond, and the shore is covered with unknown flowers and trees.

Lingyan, Liuyun, and Gong Siyu were suddenly stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of them.

In the huge pond, the pink lotus flowers bloom one after another and float from the water, the fragrance is charming, under the backdrop of the lotus leaves, graceful and noble, peony flowers, hydrangeas and other gorgeous flowers compete to open in the bushes, such as the palace garden, like being in a fairyland.

Hongjun Ancestor set up a line around the whole courtyard that can block the cold and keep the temperature in the courtyard at a constant temperature in spring for a long time, so as to ensure that the flowers are undefeated and the spring grass is vibrant.

In recent years, the elderly in the imperial capital like to buy expensive SLR cameras and expensive lenses to shoot flowers and plants, flowers, insects, birds and beasts, and now the old man in front of them is the same, but his equipment is just a mobile phone, and he can't stop shooting.

"Good boy, come and take a picture of Master, just stand by the pond"

"It's coming" Gong Siyu sighed and walked up quickly.

So in the afternoon, he was dragged by the old man Hongjun, this pat, that look, this old man, he didn't leave him any leisure to worry about treacherous things.

Ninety-nine heavenly.

Twelve temples were destroyed, half restored to their original appearance and half in ruins.

The same is true of the dark blue Milky Way sky, half of the stars have fallen, dim and chaotic, and half of it is still shining and bright.

The temple of the Heavenless Ancestor still stands majestically.

And at this moment, in the hundred-step heavenly steps outside the temple, an old man and a young man are sitting on the top steps, looking at the magnificent stars and the Milky Way, looking at the mysterious sphere that rotates slowly, seeing the fairy mist, the clouds rolling up, and seeing the meteors passing by, beautiful and dreamy.

Lingwei is like a child holding a doll in his arms, holding Wutian's arm, leaning on his shoulder, playing with his master's black beard from time to time, circling his fingers, and Wutian Ancestor, with a deep and serious face, let Lingwei hold his arm, and he didn't say a word, as if he was still sulking because his precious apprentice was abducted by the wild man outside.

"Master"

Wutian snorted coldly, squinting at him.

"Then why did Wei'er scatter his soul back then, you didn't learn from the emperor, and try your best to resurrect me" Ling Wei thought, if the Heavenless Ancestor came to resurrect, I'm afraid I don't have to wait so long

"As a teacher, I want to think that the Three Realms War for the teacher and Hongjun can't intervene to change the causal outcome of this heavenly reincarnation, and wait for the lower realm to find your divine body, but I was told that the stinky boy of the emperor snatched your true body and disappeared, even though the teacher knew that he brought you into the hidden sea in the center of the earth, but there was no way to find it, if I had known that the kid wanted to resurrect you, and there was a teacher to help, why do you need to wait so long that the emperor is also a stupid thing, and it took so long to resurrect you before and after"

"Master, don't say that about him"

Lingwei was angry, stubbornly pulled Wutian's black beard, was glared at by Wutian angrily, and slapped her hand away.

"The little white-eyed wolf is starting to help his husband speak now, raising you so big for the teacher, why don't you protect the teacher?"

"Master is across the Three Realms, so you don't need to protect it." After a pause, he said again, "Then has the master already cast a spell and understood everything I experienced before my resurrection, including the various tribulations I experienced in the human world, living as Ji Younai, becoming a yin and yang official?"