Time is gone.

Decades are not necessarily longer than a day for immortal families and even demons who have achieved cultivation.

On this day, after wandering around, Ming Xiaoyang came to Mount Tai and went to meet the Bixia Yuanjun.

Bixia Yuanjun is a god who has been enlightened for a long time, and it is rumored that in ancient times, he cultivated in Mount Tai and was worshiped as the god of Mount Tai.

As the head of the Five Mountains, it is true that she is the mountain god and the land in name, but even some immortals who have achieved cultivation have to give her a few points.

Tarzan!

A word that is by no means unfamiliar to Ming Xiaoyang.

Several generations of reincarnation, he doesn't know how many times he has been to and from Mount Tai, and even participated in Mount Tai's sealing Zen, but every time he comes to Mount Tai, the feeling is different.

The top of Mount Tai has been opened up into a fairyland.

At the top of this precipitous Mount Tai, it is like a paradise, behind the Daizong Temple at the top of Mount Tai, isolating the red dust of the world.

The whole fairyland is not big, the vertical and horizontal is only more than 100 miles, for the immortals, you can see it at a glance.

It is planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants that are impossible in the world, and a wooden house made of calming wood is clustered in it.

At this time, in front of the wooden house, there is a rosewood wooden table.

Wearing a palace skirt, graceful and dignified, at first glance, it looks inconspicuous, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful Bixia Yuanjun, her skin is slightly yellow, with a little black, but it is more charming.

The calloused plain hand pressed the red clay pot in front of him, gently picked it up, and poured a cup of bitter tea for the opposite guest and himself.

What a bitter tea! Ming Xiaoyang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and secretly sighed, even if this tea was drunk many times, it was still so bitter.

After the bitterness, there is a surge of sweetness, which is really indescribable.

"Zhenjun, I haven't seen you for many years, your complexion has not diminished!" Bixia Yuanjun caught the chagrin between Ming Xiaoyang's eyebrows, smiled casually, and quipped.

"Just wandering around." Ming Xiaoyang said very casually.

Speaking of this, he looked at Bixia Yuanjun's eyes with a little envy, "It's still Yuanjun's comfortable life, guarding Huashan and enjoying the worship of human beings, which is much better than me, a prodigal son running around." ”

"The true monarch is serious." Bixia Yuanjun was neither humble nor arrogant, "How can a little girl compare with the real monarch?" Staying on Mount Tai all year round, how can it be compared to the chic of the true monarch? ”

After speaking, a wisp of envy crossed his eyes.

The days of Ming Xiaoyang are not ordinary leisurely, wandering around the world every day, three mountains and five mountains, the south and the north, everywhere.

A carriage was transformed by him like an immortal mansion, with everything, and compared to him, the world has become a fool.

Originally, there were some immortals who believed that Ming Xiaoyang's greed for red dust would definitely damage his luck and lose his cultivation.

But to everyone's expectation, his behavior did not make his own path regressive, but went to a higher level.

As the saying goes, looking at the mountains is not the mountains, and looking at the water is not the water.

The stability of the Dao heart has already regarded this red dust as a fairy world that belongs to him alone.

When they first met, Bixia Yuanjun thought to herself that she might not be the opponent of the other party, but now she is definitely not.

"Ugh." Ming Xiaoyang sighed pretentiously, with a somewhat smug expression, "Yuanjun, this kind of thing is just like people drinking water and knowing it. ”

"You envy me, I envy you, just don't envy anyone, just live your own life."

Ming Xiaoyang suddenly stood up and stretched his waist, "Anyway, you and I don't want to dominate the Three Realms, and we have no intention of mastering the wind and clouds. ”

"That's what Zhenjun said." When Bixia Yuanjun heard this, he glanced at Ming Xiaoyang with admiration, and felt the same way with his jaw.

"That's right." Speaking of which, Bixia Yuanjun suddenly remembered one thing, "Zhenjun, in more than ten years, it will be the birthday of the Queen Mother, and there will be a peach festival at that time, I wonder if Zhenjun is interested?" ”

"Peach Extravaganza?" A hint of joy swelled up in Ming Xiaoyang's heart.

In this world, what he wants most is the peach of the queen mother, as long as there is a peach, all of his women do not need to be penanced, and they can directly get the immortal body of immortality.

The Queen Mother's peach orchard has 3,600 peach trees. In front of 1,200 plants, the flowers and fruits are tiny, and they ripen once in 3,000 years. There are 1,200 plants in the middle, which are ripe for 6,000 years, and people eat Xiaju and soar, and they are immortal. There are 1,200 plants in the back, purple veined fine nucleus, 9,000 years of ripeness, people eat and live with heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are the same.

It's a pity that the Queen Mother's peach will not ripen a few times a year, even if it is calculated according to the time in the sky.

Otherwise, Ming Xiaoyang couldn't wait to emulate the daring monkey in later generations, run to the peach orchard, and grab the dozens and hundreds.

"Calculate the time, it is estimated that the Queen Mother should distribute the invitations, will the true monarch be willing to go for a while?" Capturing a trace of joy in the depths of Ming Xiaoyang's eyes, Bixia Yuanjun was surprised in his heart, this scheming guy, could it be that someone needs to be peached?

"Of course." Ming Xiaoyang said calmly, "As an immortal family canonized by Heavenly Court, of course Ben Zhenjun also has to participate in the Pan Tao Festival. ”

"What if the Queen Mother doesn't have an invitation for you?" Bixia Yuanjun was playful and said.

Ming Xiaoyang said confidently: "If you don't prepare Ben Zhenjun's invitation, Ben Zhenjun will call the door and grab a few back." ”

"Hehehe." Bixia Yuanjun couldn't help laughing, this guy's face is really not ordinarily thick, and he can say this kind of thing.

Bang!

At this moment, a terrifying loud noise came from the sky.

The wind and clouds changed color, the sun and the moon were dark, and Ming Xiaoyang's heart moved slightly, and he immediately knew what was going on.

Bixia Yuanjun also raised her head suddenly.

In the eyes of the two immortals, they saw a dragon with three heads, with teeth and claws, escaping from the heavenly court.

And behind him, there was still a noble and cold palace woman in red clothes chasing after him.

The sacred beast of the town hall on the Lingxiao Treasure Hall - Sanshou Jiao, and the eldest princess of the heavenly court - Yao Ji.

Sanshou Jiao has been trapped in Heavenly Court for countless years, as a Jiaolong with an obscene nature, the accumulation of Heavenly Court's desires for tens of thousands of years has condensed in his body, making him the embodiment of the word desire.

Unable to endure the loneliness and loneliness of the Heavenly Court anymore, he stole the Zhendian Dragon Ball on the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and fled to the Netherworld.

And Yao Ji was ordered by the Jade Emperor to arrest Sanshou Jiao and arrest him back to Heaven to confess his crimes.

Under the entanglement of one person and one Jiao, he disturbed the rules of the Dao, causing such a vision to appear in the sky.

"Three Jiao?" Bixia Yuanjun was surprised to call out the name of the dragon.

Is it finally here? Ming Xiaoyang knew it in his heart and said secretly.

Kiss!

Thinking in his heart, Ming Xiaoyang picked up Bixia Yuanjun's bitter tea, drank the bitter tea, and said with interest, "It seems that there is a good show to watch." ”

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