The end of a song.

Countless monks were immersed in it and could not extricate themselves for a long time.

At this time, Wu Daozi's voice came.

"Today's peace and tranquility, as the song says, is the sacrifice of the lives of the ancient monks, I hope you will remember that there is no time to be quiet, nothing more than someone is carrying a heavy burden. ”

Wu Daozi's eyes were vicissitudes, compassionate, and bowed to the east.

This worship is not for heaven and earth, not for oneself, but for those ancient monks who died.

See here.

The people present followed suit, some of them knew why Wu Daozi was like this, and some of them didn't know.

But what does it matter?

Those ancient monks deserve this worship.

"No wonder Wu Daozi was able to become the head. ”

Song Yu began to understand why Wu Daozi became the head of the Qingtian Sect, because ......

This man has hills and valleys in his heart.

"Thank you very much for participating in the founding celebration of the sect, there are two things announced this time, one is that I will step down as the head of the sect within a hundred years, and the other is that after years of unremitting search for the sect, I finally found the spittoon of Chen Yijian's ancestor. ”

In Wu Daozi's hand, a spittoon with a round upper body and a square lower body appeared, black and white, with a colorful halo on the surface.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple......

The sequence of changes, the light pollution is full, and the combination of earthy flavor and technology is really speechless.

It's good-looking, but why is it a spittoon?

And......

Or a spittoon with a halo of colorful light.

"Wu Daozi, let go of Uncle Ben, I have returned to you the "Green Bottle Plum" written by your ancestor, what do you want?

A voice came from inside the colorful spittoon.

"Shut up!"

Wu Daozi was full of black lines and put a seal on the colorful spittoon, so that he could no longer force Lai Lai.

When it came to the green bottle plum in the mouth of the colorful spittoon, Wu Daozi was angry.

Where is this book that records the cultivation experience of Master Chen Yijian, and it is clearly his old man's crazy little yellow text cuckolding his fellow disciples.

There are millions of words, from young women to aunts, none of them have been left behind, and the level of detail is outrageous.

Obviously, this is the real story of Chen Yijian's ancestor.

It is conceivable that if the green bottle plum is announced, I don't know how many families will be torn apart.

The divorce rate of the Supersky Sect will skyrocket.

This is what Wu Daozi didn't want to see, and at the same time he figured out one thing.

I'm afraid it's not the colorful spittoon that escaped with the green bottle plum, but ......

Chen Yijian's ancestor Feisheng was in too much of a hurry to deal with the green bottle plum, so he could only temporarily light the colorful spittoon.

Ordered him to leave the Qingtian Sect with the Green Bottle Plum and wait for the opportunity to destroy it.

If the content of the green bottle plum spreads, I am afraid that the ancestral tomb of Chen Yijian's ancestor will be picked up.

Thinking of this, Wu Daozi had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

No wonder the master likes prostitution, I'm afraid it's not bad for the master, right?

These little old men are not worry-free, every time they want me to wipe their butts, can't they be more mature?

"Today, I want to clarify one thing, the colorful spittoon was lit by Chen Yijian's ancestor, not only did he not want to make progress, but it was rumored that he had obtained the true inheritance ......of Chen Yijian's ancestor, which stirred up waves in the immortal cultivation world."

Wu Daozi said loudly.

"Ganli Niang, it's obviously what Chen Yijian planted and did, why should I take the blame?"

The colorful spittoon screamed silently inside the seal.

"This is the book stolen by the colorful spittoon that day, just a mediocre "Three Hundred Children's Songs", because Chen Yijian's ancestor was keen on refining weapons, so he refined it into a spiritual weapon, so when the colorful spittoon stole this book that day, it would emit green light along the way, making everyone mistakenly think that it was a treasure. ”

Wu Daozi took out the green bottle plum, blocked the three words on the cover with his hands, and displayed it in front of everyone.

"I see. ”

Everyone suddenly realized.

"I'm so angry, the black one is turned white by you, Chen Yijian's dog thing is green for most of the Qingtian Sect, how can it not emit green light along the way?"

The colorful spittoon retorted silently, but unfortunately no one could hear it.

"In order that no one will be deceived again, I will destroy them now. ”

Wu Daozi said righteously.

In front of him appeared a furnace, blazing with flames, scorching the air and deforming.

Without hesitation, he threw the colorful spittoon and the green bottle of plum into the furnace.

The furnace is turned, and in less than three quarters of an hour, the two can be refined.

The colorful spittoon heart was like ashes, and with all the strength of his body, he finally shouted a sentence.

"Although I am dead today, I still suck the rat spittoon!!"

"Finally got it working out perfectly. ”

Wu Daozi smiled sassyly.

It doesn't matter what the colorful spittoon says, is it possible to be reincarnated and reborn after death?

Do you think it's a fantasy novel?

Song Yu looked at Wu Daozi who was relieved, and always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Although the matter of the colorful spittoon is very important, it is a bit of a fuss to solve it in the Daqing of Jianzong.

Could it be that there is something else hidden in it?

"Senior Brother Song, do you think a person jumping from Yaoguang Mountain will fall to his death?"

Xiao Cui looked at Song Yu with a smile.

“......”

Song Yu suddenly remembered something.

He seems to have made a bet with Xiao Cui that if there was such a spittoon in the world, he would jump from Yaoguang Mountain.

I never thought that there really was, and Wu Daozi also took it out at the founding of the sect.

It's really a slap in the face!!

"Haha......"

Xiao Cui smiled flamboyantly.

It's rare to see Senior Brother Song deflated, it's really fun!!

"Next up is the second performance, 'Flower Hands' brought by the young children of the Liu family, their group is called 'Audition Troupe', and they hope to pass on the indelible enthusiasm of Flower Hands to everyone. ”

The announcer rescued the embarrassed Song Yu.

Music plays.

"Doodoo Dot ......"

This is the sound of twenty-four chimes striking and only this instrument can strike such dynamic music.

Liu Ye'er appeared on the high platform in a green shirt, her eyebrows were picturesque, cold and beautiful, like a lotus flower, and her temperament was like a fairy who came out of the dust.

"What a beautiful girl, I haven't danced yet, I can think of the beauty of dancing. ”

"No, Liu Yeer is one of the top ten beauties in the outer gate, and there is the Liu family as a backer, the standard Baifumei. ”

"For some reason, I suddenly wanted to eat soft rice. ”

“......”

The people present looked forward to the dancing of Liu Yeer.

That must be beautiful!!

I saw her raise her hand, crossed her hands, and slowly rotated, like a windmill running at high speed.

This is a flower hand!!

Liu Erlang and the others followed, desperately turning their hands, just to keep up with Liu Ye'er's speed.

"What kind of dance is this, why have you never seen it?"

"This familiar feeling, could it be ......"

"Could it be that what is it?"

"Could it be a legendary awkward dance, every day in the largest park of the Optimus Sect, you can see a group of non-mainstream fighting dancers, their stiff movements, earthy music, half a catty of cement in their pockets, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around them, completely silent in the feast of the demons dancing. ”

"This is the !! of the awkward dance"

"That's right, Liu Ye'er and they are just dancing awkwardly, it's just their movements...... Could it be a new dance move?"

"Why do you know so well?"

"I have half a pound of cement in my pocket......"

“......”

Those present almost didn't fall.

How did the beautiful dance that was said to be good become an awkward dance?

It's a waste of willow leaves' beautiful appearance!!

Song Yu watched Liu Ye'er and the others dance expressionlessly, and quietly retreated.

Truth be told, he wanted to slip away.

Attending the founding of the Sect was a bad decision.

"Song Yu, do you want to come up and dance with us?"

From the high platform came the elated voice of Liu Ye'er.