The messenger flying sword from the Immortal Descending City Lord Cui Hathan flew over the city, drawing a hidden trajectory, as if it had a special track, and flew into the void and disappeared.

The flying sword shuttled through the immortal descending void, the speed was extremely fast, but when it flew over the small courtyard in the city, the flying sword was instantly frozen, and the time and space around the small sword were frozen. The messenger sword emerges from the hidden track, suspended beneath the canopy.

The next moment, the messenger sword disappeared out of thin air, appearing in front of the plain-clothed scholar in the hidden courtyard below, hanging in the air.

Pang Beidou said on the side: "Cui Hathan's reply speed is really fast. ”

The plain scholar nodded, this time cracking the flying sword is not as troublesome as Fang Cai, this time the flying sword rune is engraved with everything descended by the immortals, what is the way of the sage, what Confucian knowledge, and more importantly, the inscription on the seal is actually some wise sayings that Zhang Xianjun himself has taught the world. The plain-clothed scholar no longer demonstrated and explained to Pang Beidou like Fang Cai, and directly thundered to unlock the small seal engraved by the small sword to obtain information.

Pang Beidou asked, "How is it, when is Cui Hathan going to leave and go to watch the ceremony." ”

The plain-clothed scholar restored the small sword talisman to its original trajectory and threw it back into its original flight trajectory, only changing it in the opposite direction and flying back into Cui Hathan's hands.

The scholar in plain clothes said: "The message he sent was not to observe the ceremony. ”

Pang Beidou thought for a while and said: "This is also reasonable, the immortal descent is about to become synonymous with your Confucian manifestation, and it must be on your side both externally and internally, you have broken off the relationship with the Immortal Mountain, and this side must regard the Daozang as a passerby, and I don't want to get involved, for fear of annoying you, it is also reasonable." ”

However, Cui Hathan's self-righteous move is really annoying, and it annoys this holy lord a little.

It didn't take long for the Messenger Flying Sword to fly back into orbit and fly back into the hands of Cui Hathan, the City Lord's Mansion.

Hey, it's weird, why didn't this messenger flying sword fly back on its own without going far. Cui Hathan thought in his heart, thinking that it was the immortal who had entered the world and passed by here, he was bored for a while, folded his own messenger flying sword, and threw it back to himself, carefully examined this messenger sword, there was not the slightest trace of dismantling and checking, it should be amused, there was no malice.

Cui Hathan didn't care, he always told himself to be generous, to convince people with virtue, to be generous, to be generous, first of all, he had to have a good temper......

The Messenger Flying Sword disappeared into the void again with Cui Hathan's hand.

After watching the flying sword disappear, Cui Hathan shook his head and smiled bitterly, his hands were behind his back, and he was about to leave here to do something, recently a batch of goods came here through the canal, and he heard that it was very valuable, and his subordinates told him to let him go and see it in person.

Cui Hathan didn't take a few steps away from this side, and the familiar Messenger Flying Sword in the void behind him shuttled through the void, and finally firmly inserted into the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Cui Hathan turned around, frowned, waved his hand to disperse the dust, stretched out his right hand, and put the messenger flying sword that had been beaten back into his hand, and looked at it carefully......

The flying sword talisman still has no sign of being disassembled, even if it is a passing immortal, such ridicule is really too much, so teasing a certain family, I really don't take him, the spokesperson of the saint who is not rightly spokesman, in his eyes.

Then the flying sword was still waved out by Cui Hathan like Fang Cai, but this time he himself had a heart in it, and the moment the flying sword flew out, a primordial imprint belonging to Cui Hathan himself was covered on it, and it moved quickly with the flying sword.

Sure enough, in Cui Hathan's eyes, the messenger flying sword that belonged to him was fixed in the void orbit and appeared from the orbit. It's just that what surprised him a little was that after the flying sword was fixed, he didn't see the mysterious person who repeatedly rejected his flying sword sword, but the surrounding time and space were all frozen, and even the primordial spirit mark attached to him couldn't move. After trying several times, I found that I really couldn't move, so I had to give up and see what happened next, and that person would always take the flying sword away.

The next moment, the messenger flying sword disappeared in place, and the one in the small courtyard noticed the wisp of the Yuan Shen mark on the flying sword when he intercepted the flying sword, and secretly said in his heart, Cui Qihan is still clever.

After the small sword moved, it didn't take long for it to stop, just when Cui Hathan's primordial god imprint wanted to raise his eyes to see the void and reality, there was nothingness in front of him, full of chaos, Cui Hathan gathered all the mana of his own primordial god in his eyes, and only then did he see the situation after the chaos a little.

In the chaos on that side, a man's figure lay between heaven and earth, with a canopy on his head and his feet on thick soil, like a pillar of optimus, with his back to Cui Hathan.

The chaotic aura was pervasive, Cui Hathan only felt that his eyes were astringent, and there was a trace of blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes, and the real body in the city lord's mansion was actually sweating profusely under this cold winter, his legs were trembling, his ears were bloodshot, a pair of eyes were bleeding blood, and the whole person's breath was dying, and he was quite sluggish.

The figure of the sky in the chaos turned his back to Cui Hathan, the immortal descending city lord who had long been numb and unable to speak.

The next moment, I saw the inverted figure slowly tilt his head, sideways the phantom face, and the voice of the voice was like the sound of heaven, echoing between heaven and earth in the distance.

"Cui Hathan, you have the courage to repeatedly reject Ben Sheng's flying sword, do you think you have lived too long?"

Cui Hathan's Yuan Shen brain thundered, what is the situation, what's going on, I thought it was an immortal who could pass by here to tease himself, why didn't he expect to pull out a saint!

The great master Cui Hathan, who was suppressed by the saint Wei Ya, was unable to speak, and before he could speak and beg for mercy, he was stunned by a powerful force, and the flying sword was in the air, shuttling through the space, and inserted back into the ground of the City Lord's Mansion......

The damaged body of Cui Hathan fell to the ground, panting heavily, bleeding from his seven orifices, his whole body was weak, and he provoked the anger of the saint......

The next moment, a streamer of light crossed the sky, turned into a jade slip, and slowly floated down to the eyes of Cui Hathan, who was stunned.

Cui Hathan caught it with both hands, and the jade tentacles dissipated, turning into a little starlight, and slowly drawing a starlight picture in the void in front of Cui Hathan's eyes.

The painting depicts a man in a white robe, a beautiful man, with white silk eyes, a wooden sword on his back, and a gold-rimmed cloak robe.

The signature in the lower right corner of the portrait is the owner of Sanqing Mountain, Dogen.

Cui Hathan frowned and looked at the portrait carefully, and the next moment his pupils contracted sharply, the gold-rimmed cloak worn by the young man was not, not the gold-silk Arhat and white jade robe of Zhang Xianjun, the saint of the Confucian Temple recorded in the imperial court holy book.

Cui Hathan sighed and slapped himself in the face, how can he really do things, what kind of thing is this, his own saint and the immortal mountain have reconciled? But the outside world has not received any news, but what is the matter with this golden silk white jade robe.

Cui Hathan put away the portrait jade slip, slowly stood up, the blood on his face dissipated invisibly, everything he had just now, he already knew everything in his heart, and then bowed down and made a long way in the direction of the Confucian Temple, and resent a messenger flying sword, but the content was completely opposite to Fang Cai's letter. Then he thought about it, remembering the approximate location in his mind, and the next moment, Cui Hathan's figure disappeared in place.

The two in the small courtyard had already dispersed at this time, turned into Changhong and disappeared into the immortal descending.

As soon as the two of them walked on their front feet, a fiery middle-aged man figure came to the fork in the street.

The appearance of the man immediately caused a commotion around him, and the street vendors, the city lord, the Great Wall master, screamed one after another.

Cui Hathan, who was surrounded by the ordinary people around him, was really unable to move an inch, and while smiling and dealing with the people around him, he stood on tiptoe and crossed the crowd and looked into the alley.

After a long time, Cui Hathan had no choice but to go out to run errands, and there was official business, so those ordinary people scattered in a hurry and left here.

As soon as the city lord who escaped from the "cage" stepped into the alley with his right foot, a voice of thought sounded in his ears,

"Stop, go back and watch your immortals descend, watch the ceremony in Sanqing Mountain in a few days, and behave well......"

Cui Hathan's right foot that stepped in also retracted at this time, smiled, looked up at the sky, raised his hand and saluted, turned around and disappeared......

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At this time, the adult who had already left in Cui Hathan's mind was at this moment above the high-altitude clouds not far from the immortal descending, and the wind was hanging in the air.

Pang Beidou smashed his mouth and said: "I said, your little brother in the world is really obedient to you, and you are still treating others like that, hey......"

The situation in the city lord's mansion fell into the eyes of the two, of course, including Cui Hathan's tragic situation.

The plain-clothed scholar smiled: "It's just a pain on the surface, it's not a big deal, okay, let's go." ”

Pang Beidou smiled and nodded.

Then the two of them disappeared......

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San

Sanqing Mountain is lively and lively, there is an endless stream of caravans, and some mountain gods who have received invitations have already led their subordinates to come early with generous gifts.

The trail at the foot of the mountain, full of people, is very different from the deserted appearance of Sanqing Mountain a few days ago.

At this moment, a small white figure jumped up with four small hooves, landed on the shoulders of passers-by, moved forward, landed here for a while, landed there for a while, and finally landed slowly, startling a commotion.

After the little white fox landed, he wagged his three tails at the crowd behind him, as if to say, look, you are not as fast as me.

Then he ran towards the top of the hill.

There were people in the crowd who knew the goods at a glance and recognized that it was a nine-tailed sky fox that was rare to see for thousands of years, and they were immediately greedy, and they fought regardless of the dissuasion around them.

A young man in a luxurious brocade robe flashed forward, the brilliance in his hand flashed, and a string of glowing fairy ropes appeared on his palm.

I saw the young man in Chinese clothes wave his big hand, glowing fairy rope, like a swimming dragon, galloping, shuttling through the void towards the white fox figure.

"Stop!" A voice came from the mountain road, and as the sound landed, the glowing fairy rope that was rushing towards the white fox was also grabbed by someone.