Among the three thousand worlds, in a world called Xianfan, suddenly the heavens and the earth shook together, and a big mountain rose into the sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the foot of this mountain, there is a small and inconspicuous village with a combined population of about 100 households.

A young man named Han Li, who was called a stunned man by the villagers, was picking his sister's favorite red berries on the mountain at the moment, and only after the mountain flew here did he realize that he wanted to escape, but unfortunately it was too late to run at this time.

The mountain that flew up from the sky carried Han Li straight into the sky, as if he was going to another world.

The scenery around him kept regressing, and Han Li wanted to shout for help, but before the word help could be shouted, a stomach full of wind poured into his stomach, and he swallowed back the words he wanted to shout.

"The gourd returns, the gourd returns..."

In the Journey to the West, Wu Ming pinched the law and kept calling to the sky.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, a big mountain descended from the clouds, and the clouds in the entire Journey to the West world seemed to be ignited by this mountain, turning into red fiery clouds.

Beautiful fiery clouds obscured the sky, and even the sun's rays dimmed.

Seeing the mountain that appeared, Wu Ming stretched out his hand and pointed it, and in an instant, the mountain collapsed, and a twenty-centimeter-tall fiery red gourd rushed into Wu Ming's arms like an arrow from the string.

"Haha, good gourd, we'll meet again!" Holding a scattered gourd in his hand, Wu Ming laughed, he is also a person with an innate magic weapon.

The gourd circled around Wu Ming, rubbing left and right, just like a puppy that saw its owner go home.

The gravel in the sky rained down, which did not affect Wu Ming's mood at all. It wasn't until a black shadow descended from the sky, screaming like nine demons, that it attracted Wu Ming's attention.

"This is the person you brought, you turned into a mountain, he picked wild fruits on the mountain, and he also came with you!" A faint consciousness came from the scattered gourd, which made Wu Ming understand the cause and effect.

After knowing the answer, Wu Ming didn't care, and raised his hand to grab it to the sky.

In the sky, the black shadow who was screaming was the second stunned, he instantly returned to the ground from the sky, and looked at Wu Ming in a black robe in a daze, and his open mouth couldn't close for a long time.

"What's your name and where did you come from?" Wu Ming looked stunned, and found that this person was dressed as a farmer, looking honest and responsible, but in fact, his eyes were full of cunning, and he was a little clever at first glance.

"Immortal, I, my name is Han Li, others call me Erzhuzi, I am from Hanjiazhuang."

As Han Li spoke, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Wu Ming, with a look of shock in his confusion.

When the mountain flew down, he lay on the cliff and saw it clearly, it was after Wu Ming stretched out his hand and pointed that the whole mountain exploded.

This was a thousand-zhang mountain, and Han Li couldn't think of any explanation other than the word immortal, after all, Wu Ming's appearance didn't look like a demon or a monster.

"Han Li, the name is good, and the luck is good enough, I didn't kill you across the two realms! Wait, Erzizi, Han Li, Han Jiazhuang, Immortal World, Mortal Immortal Cultivator? Wu Ming was suddenly stunned, it wasn't such a coincidence.

Thinking of this Han Li, who might be the one he knew, Wu Ming also became interested.

Without waiting for Han Li to answer, he pointed at Han Li's head, and a brief memory suddenly emerged.

"Interesting, it's really that Han Runran, this can't be wrong!" In Han Li's memory, there were the Seven Xuanmen, the third uncle who was the shopkeeper in the town, and the family members could also match the number.

Wu Ming didn't expect that he summoned the scattered gourd, and he actually sent a protagonist of the novel with it. It's no wonder that this Han Li, as the Scattered Spirit Gourd broke through the two realms, did not die under the spatial turbulence, this protagonist's life is hard enough.

"In the Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivators, Han Li, the protagonist, is simply a broom star, pit one by one, and run away again from beginning to end, provoking characters who are more powerful than himself, and Han Ranran's name is known to everyone. Forget it, I'll send him back, if there is no Xianfan World of Han Runran, it can still be called Xianfan World! With a wave of his hand, Wu Ming broke through the space of the two realms and directly sent Han Ran back.

And before leaving, he was a good person to the end, sending the Buddha to the west, leaving a castrated version of the method of turning rainbows for Han Ranran.

Don't look at this as just a castrated version, a rainbow light of 100,000 miles is still very easy, in those immortal worlds where ancient powers are not out, it is definitely a first-class method of saving life.

Han ran ran + the method of turning rainbows = I don't accept you to hit me

Wu Ming looked at the closed space passage and nodded contentedly, he had a bad taste for bringing juniors.

"This is the space passage, why haven't you seen it for a while, you are already so powerful?" Qingfeng followed Wu Ming's side, looked at the scattered gourd in Wu Ming's hand again, and said, "Your gourd is so good-looking, where did you get this treasure?" ”

Qingfeng is a disciple of Zhen Yuanzi, and he still has an eye for treasures.

Wu Ming has the memory of Hongyun, in a sense, Hongyun is him, he is Hongyun, and he also loves Wu and Wu for Zhen Yuanzi's disciples, and said with a smile: "This treasure, but I got it with your master on Buzhou Mountain, did your master ever tell you about me?" ”

"Bragging, who is my master, and who are you, dare to compare with my master?" Qingfeng is young, and he doesn't know how to hide when he speaks, and he looks like you are bragging again.

Wu Ming smiled and didn't care, but pointed to the red cloud in the sky, and said, "Then let me ask you, have you ever heard of the name of the Red Cloud Ancestor?" ”

"Red Cloud Ancestor?"

Qingfeng first shook his head, then nodded, and said suspiciously: "It seems that I heard from the senior brothers that this is a close friend of the same era as the master, but unfortunately he fell later." ”

Speaking of this, Qingfeng was confused, and asked rhetorically: "Why are you asking this, don't tell me, you are the Red Cloud Ancestor, it's okay to lie to children, I won't believe it." ”

Qingfeng looked at the eleven or twelve years old, which was the age when he said that he was not big or small.

Wu Ming smiled and said nothing, he didn't see Qingfeng's heels before, but now he has seen it.

This Qingfeng Dao Tong is not a human being, but a wisp of breeze, and it is obvious that he was enlightened by Zhen Yuanzi, so he had the opportunity to transform into a human form.

From a human point of view, Qingfeng may be hundreds of years old, but when it comes to real age, eleven or twelve years old is said to be older.

Otherwise, when they traveled to the west five hundred years later, Qingfeng and Mingyue would not still be Taoists, and it seemed that there would be no change.

"You little bit, when I talk to your master about the Tao of the Occult Dao, don't say it's you, even this land of Shenzhou has not appeared, you have to call me Uncle in terms of relationship." Wu Ming teased Qingfeng, not caring at all about his angry red little face.

Not to mention, the little boy of eleven or twelve, wearing a snow-white robe, is really a bit of a male and female.

The breeze is angry, the little face is bulging, and the cuteness is much stronger than those treasure maniacs on the Internet.

"Oh, you're still angry, unhappy?" Wu Ming stretched out his hand and flicked Qingfeng's head, and said, "Be good, call Uncle Shi to listen, Uncle Shi will pick ginseng fruit for you to eat." ”

"You bad guy, who is your nephew, don't you know shame?"

Qingfeng doesn't scold people, a bad guy is poor in words, and the word shame pops out in the middle of the sound.

Wu Ming wanted to tease him again, but this time before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the sky: "Qingfeng, don't be rude, this is your Uncle Hongyun..."

"Master!" Qingfeng hurriedly raised his head, and what he saw was Zhen Yuanzi, who was wearing a Taoist robe, and was slowly descending from the sky in the company of a female Taoist child.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi appear, Wu Ming hugged the scattered gourd, with a knowing smile on his face.

Zhen Yuanzi also smiled, walked two steps forward, looked around Wu Ming for a long time, and sighed: "I knew, I knew you would return, but I didn't expect it to take so long!" ”

When Wu Ming became a red cloud, he used his true appearance, and his appearance did not change at all. Coupled with the ninety-nine red cloud scattering gourd in his hand, and the way he behaved as always, Zhen Yuanzi, an old friend who had known him for countless years, knew who was back at a glance.