The presence of the three girls in the narrow cave tunnel is directly full, each of them is young and beautiful, and they look similar to Yi Ming - naturally similar to Yi Qing. One of them is closer to a copy of the easy to clear! It looks like a warm atmosphere of inbreeding.

These girls—although some of them are almost the same age as Yi Ming, one hundred and fifty years old, but at least they still look like girls—are generally lively and active, and seeing Wang Luo is like seeing a rare animal, observing in circles, and reaching out directly to touch it even more boldly.

Fortunately, Wang Luo was followed by a rather majestic grandmother, Yi Ming, who could always slap off those unruly hands just right.

After a moment of noisy, Yi Ming finally couldn't help but release the majesty of the patriarch, she took out a pair of earrings from her pocket, hung them on her ears, and then an invisible ripple spread, blowing the noisy family members to the ground, and a terrible scream.

Wang Luo recognized that it was the holy relic of Taiqing Gate, and he had been carrying it with Yi Ming before!

This thing is said to have been given by the heavenly court in the past, with supreme mystical powers, even if it is placed in the treasure house of Lingshan, it can be ranked as a product, but now it seems that most of the supernatural powers have been lost, and it only has a simple suppressive effect.

Of course, this simplicity is only compared to the original form of the earrings, but it is more than enough to suppress three lively and active little girls, the oldest of whom is only one hundred and fifty years old.

The girls were rolling and screaming.

"My mother is sick again, everyone run!"

"Don't come to the back, don't let me see it!"

Yi Ming sighed helplessly, and repeated the sentence again: "The child is stubborn, which makes Wang Shanzhu laugh." ”

Wang Luo couldn't laugh for a while.

Naughty is really naughty, but these naughty kids ...... It's amazing, too.

At first glance, Wang Luo was only surprised that the appearance and figure of the Yi family could be so similar, but after a closer look, what is similar is not only the appearance?

At first glance, these three stubborn children are simply like the same practitioners, slices of different ages are placed side by side.

In short, the similarity is a bit too high!

On the contrary, the clothes they wear and the jewelry they wear are relatively better distinguished!

"These kids ......"

Without waiting for Wang Luo to finish asking, Yi Ming said: "The answer is in front, please let the mountain master witness it with his own eyes." ”

"It's fine."

As he spoke, Yi Ming had already taken the lead in leading the way, like a skilled shepherd dog, relying on the familiar earrings to drive away the stubborn children who were still curious.

Fortunately, the cave tunnel is not long, and after a few steps, the scenery in front of you suddenly opens up after a bend.

The warmth of the sun flowed through the body in an instant, and a fresh breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants lingered in the nose. And in this cozy atmosphere, a majestic temple is presented in the middle of the view.

The palace has a golden-topped stanley, standing in a beautiful green mountain and green water, hundreds of millions of golden tiles will dye half of the sky with gold, like a dome like a golden cloud, and the scorching sun to compete for glory. Its tall figure overwhelmed the surrounding mountains, as if it was a golden red giant guarding the heavenly court. Even if they were far away, Wang Luo could clearly feel the powerful sense of oppression brought by that palace.

A sense of déjà vu oppression.

In a trance, countless chaotic pictures appeared in Wang Luo's mind, and these pictures were connected by invisible clues, guiding him to tell the origin of the golden and red palace.

"Taiqing Palace?"

The foundation of the Taiqing Sect is where most of the sect's teachers and disciples live and practice. It can be said that the Taiqing Palace almost represents the Taiqing Gate.

Yi Ming smiled and nodded: "The Lord of the Mountain is worthy of being an ancient monk, and you can see it at a glance." In modern people, most of them are unrecognizable. The illustrations of the Taiqing Gate in the Xianmeng textbook are basically wrong. ”

Wang Luo didn't care about the rights and wrongs of modern textbooks, and only asked, "Is the Taiqing Palace still there?" Isn't it rumored that it has been destroyed in the Apocalypse? No, this temple, I remember......"

Speaking of this, Wang Luo was already frowning, trying to find the truth from the memory fragments in his mind.

Yi Ming didn't say anything for a while, silently waiting for Wang Luo to report the answer himself.

However, the momentary silence of the two made a naughty child not far away unbearable.

"Taiqing Hall is the law of the ancestor saint! The saint is here, and the Taiqing Hall is there! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yi Ming had already slapped her on the back of the head, making this one hundred and fifteen-year-old girl burst into tears.

"You talk a lot!"

On the other side, Wang Luo seemed to be awakened by a word, raised his head, and said in a low voice: "The holy woman is here, and the Taiqing Hall is here." On the other hand, the Taiqing Hall is here, and the saint is there...... She's alive? ”

When Yi Ming heard this, his face sank slightly, and he did not answer immediately.

On the other side, Wang Luo looked at the hall in the distance, and gradually discovered something abnormal.

The Taiqing Hall in memory has both the solemnity of the treasure of the leader of the righteous path, and there is no lack of hustle and bustle. At the peak of the Taiqing Gate, there were more than 2,000 monks in the sect, and the "temporary workers" who were not naturalized but were qualified to temporarily live in the Taiqing Hall exceeded 10,000 people.

But the Taiqing Hall in front of you, although solemn and majestic is still the same, but there is no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, and the golden and red fairy light is not mixed with the slightest popularity. On the contrary, there are several wooden huts built in front of the Taiqing Palace, with smoke curling and more life.

"You don't usually live in the Taiqing Palace?"

Without waiting for Yi Ming to answer, an eighty-year-old girl hurriedly replied: "There are only a few people here, and it looks like a haunted house to live in." And the temple is full of forbidden areas that you are not allowed to go to, and if you are not careful, it will trigger the prohibition, which is very troublesome, so it is better to build your own house outside. ”

This enthusiastic answer was replaced by Grandma's kind slap.

And Yi Ming said after teaching her own children a lesson: "She is right, in the early years, we descendants of saints still liked to gather in the hall, but now even the cultivation of immortal dao homework, or alchemy tools, we have arranged it outside the hall." This majestic Taiqing Hall is more of a decorative background and no longer has practical significance. ”

Before the words fell, the only girl who had never been slapped and the youngest couldn't help but say: "But the child still has to be made in the Taiqing Palace!" ”

The next moment, without waiting for Yi Ming to make a move, the eighty-year-old little tooth that had just been slapped was slapped over.

"You don't talk a lot!"

"I ......"

The girl who was slapped was teary-eyed, but she didn't dare to resist, because the cultivation of these people was completely proportional to her age, and she couldn't resist her mother at all.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and said with great regret: "It would be great if that girl Yi Qing hadn't run away from home!" ”

This kind of motherly and filial speech made Yi Ming shake her head.

Fortunately, Wang Luo's focus at this time is not on this family ethics drama.

He has only one problem.

"You were created?"

(End of chapter)