In the depths of the universe, a majestic star is frozen in the void.

There are wisps of fairy mist around it, changing nine colors from time to time, which is really strange and magnificent.

If a monk can look at the starry sky from afar, it will be like a divine pearl shining and radiant.

At this time, it is above this ancient star.

The night is low, and there is a sun shade that will sprinkle the soft and clear light on the world.

Two figures, one large and one small, are shuttling between the deserted mountains.

Both of them had lightning flashes on their bodies, and they were extremely fast.

It is difficult for mortals to catch with the naked eye, and those two people are often thousands of miles in one step.

At the head was a fat Taoist priest with a bloated body and a red face, holding something like a compass in his hand, and there were words in his mouth.

And beside him, there was a little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, about ten years old, he tightly grasped the corner of the fat Taoist priest's clothes, and couldn't help but tremble.

Finally, the fat Taoist priest stopped and stood on a cliff.

He immediately opened his eyes and looked around at the valley in front of him, and a faint light overflowed from his eyes.

"It's amazing!" The fat Taoist priest seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and said excitedly:

"Look! This ancient ridge stretches for tens of thousands of miles, but here it seems to have been cut off by someone and turned into a severed dragon. ”

The fat Taoist priest seemed to want to point out the little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, and even deliberately illuminated the mountains here with mana.

However, perhaps for the sake of not being obtrusive, the light was slightly faint and only shone for hundreds of miles around.

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to be used to seeing this kind of battle, his face was pale at this time, and his voice trembled:

"Woo, the guillotine is so scary, Uncle Duan, let's go back and rest first, and then dig it during the day."

Hearing this, Daoist Duan widened his eyes like copper bells, and reprimanded him dissatisfiedly:

"Didn't you take a good look at the funeral scriptures I passed on to you? Well? ”

The little Taoist priest lowered his head quite weakly.

Daoist Duan showed an expression of "I know" that hatred of iron does not become steel:

"Don't waste your time on that broken exercise that your master passed on to you!"

"If you want to revive the sect, it's useless if you can't go up in cultivation!"

"Harm! You masters and apprentices are both brainless......"

Obviously, it is not the first time that the little Taoist priest has been so "passive and slacking off", and Duan Daoist seems to be a little helpless.

So he simply sat on the ground and began to rot, and Daoist Duan had words in his mouth:

"Brother Zhong, you can afford to entrust this kid to me because you can afford your brother, but it's a pity that my brother is useless! He doesn't listen to me no matter how he teaches, so how can I still have the face to see you again in the future. ”

Hearing that Daoist Duan carried his dead master out, the little Taoist priest immediately became anxious and hurriedly said:

"Uncle Shi, I was wrong! I'll definitely study hard! ”

"Really?" Daoist Duan narrowed his eyes, and a cunning essence flashed in his eyes.

"Really, really!" The little Taoist priest nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice.

"Hey! Just waiting for your words! Daoist Duan bounced up, sandwiched the little Taoist priest under his armpit with his backhand, and jumped down from the cliff of Wanzhang Mountain.

"Woo, Uncle I'm afraid of high ......"

A broken whimper came from the cold wind of the hunt.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, the fat Taoist priest lit a candle made of unknown oil, and suddenly there was a strange fragrance.

The little Taoist priest grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and he didn't dare to come out of the air, and pleaded in a low voice:

"Woo, Uncle Shi, it's too dark here, let's come back during the day."

Hearing this, the fat Taoist priest glanced at him, and his tone suddenly became solemn:

"It's just ~to~ the night is dark and the wind is high~."

However, it seems that he trusts the fat Taoist very much, and the little Taoist priest is not frightened.

Of course, it is also possible that he has long been used to being scared on weekdays.

"Come, let Uncle Shi teach you again."

When it comes to his profession, Daoist Duan seems to have changed his face, with a serious face.

He led the little Taoist priest and pointed to the surrounding mountains, which all looked as if they had been truncated, no more and no less, exactly nine.

"This kind of terrain is definitely not visible to laymen. And those who only know a little fur will only think of it as a fierce place like the 'Guillotine Dragon', but it's different for experts like us-"

Speaking of this, Daoist Duan puffed up his chest proudly:

"If you look closely, those nine great dragons weren't actually decapitated, they just sank into the ground."

"Earth dragons gather, this is the legendary terrain of riding dragons and flying immortals, and it is definitely a treasure land that conquers heaven and earth!"

Speaking of the back, Daoist Duan became more and more excited, and couldn't help but slap his thigh fiercely.

The little Taoist priest heard it in a fog, but he understood a little, and he was about to dig again......

Thinking of this, the little Taoist's face suddenly collapsed, and he pouted, a hundred unhappy.

Daoist Duan didn't see it, and while illuminating the haze with a divine candle, he used a compass to confirm the exact location of the Earth Dragon's gathering.

Finally, the fat Taoist priest stopped somewhere overgrown with weeds.

He lay down, carefully observed the surface, and from time to time picked up a handful of soil and sniffed lightly, and finally his eyes lit up, and his big mouth was about to grin to the base of his ears:

"Hehe, it's good, no colleague has come."

When the words fell, the fat Taoist priest threw out a shovel made of some kind of black iron, and motioned to the little Taoist priest with his eyes, dig!

To deal with this kind of terrain that is rare in the ages, it is natural to be cautious, and not to rely too much on mana, otherwise you will definitely die an ugly death.

And the latter seemed to accept his fate, holding a shovel and digging up in the place designated by the fat Taoist.

Strange to say, the little Taoist priest looked thin, but after picking up the shovel, he was fierce, and he opened a big hole in an instant.

Don't underestimate this, digging is actually a delicate job, and the things and soil that are dug up need to be sorted and orderly.

At the age of the little Taoist, being able to do it like what he is in front of him can really be said to be talented.

Daoist Duan leisurely leaned on the old tree beside him to rest, squinting his eyes.

He can see things that ordinary people can't.

There seems to be a black sun in the body of the little Taoist, absorbing the netherworld qi and deterring the yin spirits, so he can go all the way unhindered.

Yes, yes, what a rare good seedling, born to do what we do.

There is a little Taoist priest to do it for him, and Daoist Duan, who can rest assured that he is idle on the side, can't help but think of it.

At the same time, the voice of the little Taoist priest came from the earthen pit:

"Uncle Shi, I heard them say that tomb robbing will be punished by God."

Hearing this, Daoist Duan suddenly had black lines on his face:

"Phew! We're not robbing tombs, we're archaeology, archaeology understand! ”

The more Daoist Duan thought about it, the more angry he became, and shouted:

"You unlucky boy, listen less to the gossip of outsiders, dig me up!"

"When—"

With the sound of a crisp shovel, the nine-colored fairy light rushed into the sky, reflecting the barren mountains in the middle of the night like a fairyland.

Shocked, Daoist Duan also fell from the tree and fell to the ground.

The little Taoist priest sat down on the ground with a "snap", and said in a trembling voice:

"Uncle Shi, we won't dig up zongzi, right?!"

"What zongzi! Where did you hear all this nonsense?! ”

Daoist Duan muttered, turned into a rainbow light, and fell into the dirt pit.

Seeing the thing in it, Daoist Duan couldn't help but be shocked, and blurted out:

"I'll go, it's really an old zongzi!"

I saw that it was a huge source, on which the nine-colored fairy light flickered, and the breath of eternal immortality was permeated.

A young man who didn't look much older than the little Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly, as if he was sleeping.

And on his body, he is wearing clothes that are obviously from the previous era.