There was a poem that said: Every time the white crane comes to perch on the cypress, the ape hangs the vine again. The sun reflects the clear forest, and thousands of red mist surround it; the wind produces a cloudy ravine, and thousands of colorful clouds fly. Phantom birds cry in the green bamboo, and the golden pheasants fight among the wild flowers (from the original Journey to the West).

As the poem says, this Wanshou Mountain is a rare blessed place in the world!

The mountain peaks are extremely steep, and the general trend is magnificent.

The root is connected to the Kunlun vein, and the top is in the middle of the sky.

Even the high stone tablet on the mountainside is engraved with the ten words "Wanshou Mountain Blessed Land, Wuzhuang Guandongtian".

At this time, in the main hall of the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi sat on the futon, and there was a suspended chessboard in front of him, and there was Lingbao Tianzun sitting opposite.

Green smoke curled from the hollow bronze incense burner placed in the corner of the chessboard.

Looking at that chess game, it is an image of an intractable fight.

But Zhen Yuanzi's attention was not on the chess game at all, and he was still thinking about Lingbao Tianzun's previous words.

Lingbao Tianzun didn't remind him, but looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a smile on his lips, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

As the green smoke in the incense burner became lighter and lighter, there was a boy with red lips and white teeth, a handsome appearance, wearing a light blue robe, slowly pushed the door in, walked silently in front of the chessboard, uncovered the incense burner, and put another incense stick inside.

When he slowly exited the door, Lingbao Tianzun also seemed to feel something, and said with a smile: "Great Immortal doesn't need to think anymore, my Dao friend has arrived, go out with me to greet him!"

If it is a saint himself, it does not have to be like this.

Ke Lingbao Tianzun is only one of the three corpses of the Tongtian Sect Master of Zixiao Palace, and although the Red Cloud Ancestor is now a wisp of remnant soul, the Hongmeng Purple Qi is still in his body, and it is an existence that can be sanctified at any time.

Therefore, Lingbao Tianzun intersected with peers.

At this time, under the words of Lingbao Tianzun, Zhen Yuanzi, who suddenly came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly, got up and said, "Tianzun, please first!"

As soon as his words fell, Lingbao Tianzun slowly got up and walked out of the main hall with him to stand outside the door, looking into the air.

Just when they raised their heads, the Red Cloud Ancestor, who had instantly stepped into the sky above Wuzhuang Temple, was also looking down at the bottom with the method of shrinking the ground into inches.

The first thing that is imprinted into the eyes of the ancestor of Hongyun is a cluster of pine fences, several layers of pavilions, the Taoist temple is not like the Taoist temple, and the Buddhist temple is not like the inner view of the Wuzhuang view of the Buddhist temple.

Then a middle-aged man with black hair and a shawl came into his eyes.

"Tongtian Sect Master!"

With just a glance, the Red Cloud Ancestor recognized the true identity of Lingbao Tianzun.

While he was surprised in his heart, he was also extremely nervous and excited to look at the other person beside Lingbao Tianzun.

At that moment, I saw that person, wearing a purple and gold crown on his head, and a worry-free crane. The face looks like a beauty, with three whiskers floating under the chin, crows stacked sideburns, and ribbons around the waist.

What a true immortal!

"Town..... Zhen Yuanzi ......"

Red Cloud Ancestor's lips trembled instantly.

At the same time, the Red Cloud Ancestor, who stepped on colorful auspicious clouds, wore a purple robe, and had a kind face and looked like an old man, was also imprinted in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

When the eyes of the two met, Zhen Yuanzi's complexion suddenly changed, and then his eyes turned red instantly, and he subconsciously raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, and said in a trembling voice: "But the old friend Hongyun?"

"It's me, it's my !!"

The Red Cloud Ancestor burst out laughing with a trembling voice, and rushed down with a red face.

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi also put aside the Lingbao Tianzun beside him, and flew high into the sky in an instant, meeting with the Red Cloud Ancestor in mid-air.

The two of them have known each other since Zixiao Palace, one is loyal and honest, the other is kind-hearted, but as soon as they meet, they become confidants, as if they met countless years ago, and their feelings are extremely deep, which makes the other three thousand guests surprised.

When the news of the fall of the red cloud came out that day, Zhen Yuanzi was furious, and forced that Kunpeng into the Northern Underworld with a book from the ground, never daring to show up again, and broke into the boundless sea of blood that countless great powers were afraid of, forcing the Styx Ancestor to escape from the world!

Zhen Yuanzi has a book in his hand, and his defense is unparalleled. However, the means of attack are extremely simple, so there is no means to kill Kunpeng and Styx.

Although he was full of hatred and anger in his heart, when Kunpeng and Styx were all hiding, he could not do anything, so he had to return to Wuzhuang Guan in discouragement, and from then on he closed his eyes and thanked the guests.

It was once rumored that the Red Cloud Ancestor did not die, but relied on the Hongmeng purple qi to live a wisp of remnant soul.

Although Zhen Yuanzi didn't know the source and truth of this news, for countless years, he would go to the boundless sea of blood every once in a while to find a wisp of the remnant soul of his old friend Hongyun Ancestor, but unfortunately, he never found it.

And every time he searched for it, his discouragement deepened.

As a result, in nearly a hundred years, he has never been to the boundless sea of blood again.

He never thought that when he was completely disheartened, Lingbao Tianzun would give him such a surprise!

Zhenyuan Daxian thought in his heart until this time, and he himself flew in front of the Red Cloud Ancestor.

The two of them were relatively silent, but their eyes were red.

After a few breaths of silence, the two raised their hands and arms at the same time and hugged each other.

Then Zhen Yuanzi took the arm of the Red Cloud Ancestor and slowly returned to the view.

The moment he landed, he let go of the arm of the Red Cloud Ancestor, walked forward, bowed deeply to the Lingbao Tianzun, and choked up: "Zhen Yuanzi thank Daoyou! Let my best friend meet!"

At the same time, Hongyun Ancestor also walked quickly, bowed deeply to Lingbao Tianzun, and said: "Thank you Daoyou for the grace of your life that day!

When his words fell, Zhen Yuanzi also bowed deeply, which shows that he also very much agrees with the words of the Red Cloud Ancestor in his heart.

Lingbao Tianzun smiled, raised his hand to help, and said, "Two Taoist friends, get up quickly!"

When the words fell, he looked at the Red Cloud Ancestor and said, "I don't know if Youke has ever seen my apprentice?"

The Red Cloud Ancestor, who was originally full of excitement, immediately darkened his face when he heard what Lingbao Tianzun said, and said angrily: "Speaking of this, the old man and I have a fire in my belly!"

After that, he talked about the experience of how he met Li Qing one by one.

When Hongyun Ancestor's words fell, Lingbao Tianzun slowly shook his head, and said helplessly: "There is a friend of Lao Dao, speaking of which, my disciple is received by a clone, and I am also quite unhappy with this long-winded obstacle in my heart, but since the clone has been collected under the door, I have to admit it." ”

When the words fell, he sighed slightly, remembering the long-winded clone.

Seeing Lingbao Tianzun like this, Hongyun Ancestor was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends don't need to be like this, although that kid is not light, but I also have a good impression of him, after all, if it were not for him, I don't know if I can return here in this life and meet my best friend!"

When the words fell, I didn't know what I remembered, and said in surprise: "I have already handed over the method of shrinking the ground into inches to that kid, why haven't I seen him come for a long time?"

When he got here, he glared at him violently, and wondered, "It's not good, could it be that kid lost his way again?"