The witch god Emperor Jiang was dejected and fled back to his cave. Xu was stimulated, and as soon as he entered the gate of the cave, it was like a gust of wind, "whew" and fanned the side of the little apprentice Mu Sheng, and rushed into the secret room where he practiced meditation on weekdays, and the stone door fell "boom". Mu Sheng, who had a look of surprise on his face, stared at Shimen for a long time.

Three days have passed, and the Master has not come out. The little apprentice Mu Sheng had nothing to do after practicing, so he sat on a small bamboo chair, supported his fleshy cheeks with both hands, and stared directly at the stone door of the master's closed secret room for an unprecedented thought:

The master is not very talented in cultivation, and most of the other gods have cultivated at the age of forty or fifty thousand years old and ascended to the gods, but his master Di Jiang barely reached the threshold of the gods when he was nearly seventy thousand years old. However, even so, Master has never had the consciousness that a stupid bird must fly first, and he meditates for three days to fish and two days to dry his nets. Especially as I get older, I'm getting more and more lazy, and I haven't seen a grand occasion for many years to sit in the room like this.

Something seems wrong!

Mu Sheng's heart suddenly shuddered, and he suddenly thought that Master had gone wrong when he was cultivating, such as going mad, such as destroying his muscles and veins, such as 。。。。。。 The more Mu Sheng thought about it, the more frightened he became, when he got up and put his ear against the stone door, and listened carefully to the movement in the room, there was silence inside, Mu Sheng became more and more uneasy, so he knocked on the stone door, and the door was still silent, Mu Sheng couldn't help but be so anxious that he shouted loudly, "Master, Master", while slapping the hard stone door with all his might, his voice was sad, and his appearance was pitiful, but his voice was also dumb, his hand was swollen, and there was still no movement inside.

Mu Sheng became more and more flustered, and the picture of the master spilling blood and falling to the ground flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel sad, crying, crying and whining in a dumb voice calling the master, not wanting the stone door to rumble open at this time, Master Dijiang, with a few goatees, drooping a pair of eight-figure eyebrows, stood in front of him angrily: "Criminal, what are you crying about, you should be dead for the teacher, howling?!"

Mu Sheng's crying stopped abruptly, he had always been honest and honest, and he didn't know how to express his joy at seeing the master safe and sound at first glance, he only blushed with a purple and black face, and whispered: "Apprentice, apprentice is worried about Master, and he is in a hurry~~."

"I'm worried about you ghost, the god is meditating in his own room, participating in meditation or something, you are worried? yelling, you are intent on disturbing the cultivation and meditation for the teacher, right?" What are you doing, you are the best at messing up. ”

Master's scolding skills are on par with his cultivation talent, and these few words are always repeated over and over again, and he has not been seen to innovate and be creative for thousands of years.

Mu Sheng's mind was numb when he had already listened, and it became more and more a piece of wood, and the pestle wilted there and drooped his head and stopped making a sound.

After scolding a few words, the witch god Emperor Jiang was about to go out, and he was no longer entangled with the fools, and the urn told Mu Sheng to take care of the portal, and when he got out of the gate, he drove the auspicious clouds and went straight to the Fulun Palace of the Queen of Heaven. He was still holding a piece of turtle shell-like thing tightly in his hand, and it was estimated that it was the hexagram gold that Xuanwu Lao'er vowed to retrieve.

In front of the tall and majestic palace gate of the Tianhou Palace, the palace gate was closed, and the two gold-armored guards at the door stood solemnly on both sides. Di Jiang pressed the cloud head, took out the name post, one of the golden armor guards at the door escaped into the inner report, not long after, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the door, thinking that there was Gong E to lead, the witch god Di Jiang finished the black robe embroidered with the Tai Chi gossip pattern, and squeezed out a smile on the dry and thin face full of folds. The door creaked open a crack, and a long, jade-clothed palace lady stood inside the door.

Wushen Dijiang didn't have time to take a closer look, his hands arched slightly, and said politely: "I am Wushen Dijiang, the little old man has a labor fairy~" Before the words fell, an object was thrown out of the door, Dijiang subconsciously caught it, and the vermilion gate slammed and closed tightly, bringing up a gust of wind, Wushen Dijiang was caught off guard, so he didn't hold his head.

After being stunned for a moment, he saw that the thing in his hand was his own name. Di Jiang, who was inexplicably turned away from the door and was almost at risk, was furious, jumped to his feet and howled: "Which girl is this, so rude!"

This girl who doesn't know the number of etiquette is Xianyun. Xianyun in the door had not gone far, and she heard Di Jiang's words so clearly, so she snorted, and the corner of her mouth sneered: You, the number one god stick in the heavenly realm, what kind of courtesy do you want this fairy to treat. What did the queen of heaven give birth to must be a little prince, but it turned out to be a little princess. You are a god, it's just a matter of deceiving others, you actually ran to Niangniang to spread wild, everything was exposed, and you still dare to come to the door with a shy face, and now you still rely on the old and sell the old to be respected, isn't it a shame for yourself.

Xian Yun looked at the slender jade hands that had been repeatedly cut and embroidered for many days to make calluses, and let out a long sigh, and finally let out a breath of bird breath held in his chest.

The queen of heaven in the main hall was holding the little princess and was very happy, and when she saw Xianyun coming in alone, she was a little puzzled: "Didn't the golden armor guard say that the witch god Emperor Jiang was visiting, why didn't you see him?" Xianyun shook his head: "The maid doesn't know, the maid went to greet the maid on the order of the mother, but saw that there was no witch god at the door, I think the witch god temporarily changed his mind, and I don't know!" The queen of heaven "oh", thinking about the witch god Emperor Jiang's childlike temper, he didn't pay attention to it, and then focused on the little princess's face, and his eyes were full of infinite tenderness and love.

After Di Jiang roared outside the palace gate, he didn't see any movement inside the door, and knocked on the door again, and waited patiently for a long time, but the door in front of him was still closed. He couldn't believe it, when did he Dijiang be ignored so much?

You must know that with his prestige as a ghost and god, from the emperor of heaven to the little immortals, whoever sees him must not laugh and chant and call him a witch god.

It's just a mistake, a little Gong'e dared to throw his face at him and let him eat behind closed doors. If you want to say that it is the mother's intention to turn him away, Dijiang will never believe it.

Di Jiang was very annoyed, but also very helpless, in the eyes of the gatekeeper god was quite unkind, he paced back and forth a few steps, and wanted to drive the cloud to climb the wall to enter, but he really couldn't do this insulting thing to the immortal Sven. Besides, even if he could do it, the two mighty gatekeepers standing on either side of the gate would never agree to him doing so.

He sighed for a long time, full of confusion in his heart.

On that day, he looked at the complexion of the queen of the sky, and a majestic and powerful vitality around the queen's body, showing that the queen of heaven was pregnant with a male fetus.

But how did she give birth to a little princess???

He went into retreat for three days, read all the classics, racked his brains, and couldn't figure out what was going on. As the old saying goes, the bell must be tied to the bell. So he decided that he had to see the little princess with his own eyes, take a look at her face, and measure her birthday, maybe he could solve the doubts in his heart. Moreover, when the little princess was born, she had frequent visions, which were very different from ordinary people, and Di Jiang was really curious. I really want to know what kind of fate the little princess Bu Yibu will have in the future? All this, like a hook, hooked Di Jiang and desperately wanted to come to the Tianhou Temple to find out. It's just that he did a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that his image had fallen to the bottom in Tianhou Temple, and Gong'e didn't even let him in.

For the first time, Dijiang tasted the taste of wanting to take the initiative to tell fortunes for others, and others still didn't appreciate it.

After stopping for a moment, he had to turn around and leave, sullenly glanced at the baby turtle shell in his hand, and sighed again, even if it is a baby, it seems to be useless today!

After walking a few steps, he heard a loud shout from the opposite side: "Dijiang Lao'er, return the shell of my ancestor!" Listening to this thunderous sound, it was Marshal Xuanwu who came to collect debts.

Di Jiang was taken aback, and subconsciously clenched the turtle shell in his hand. Such a tortoise shell, the only one in the sky and the earth, is exactly the treasure of divination and fortune-telling, he finally got it, how could he give it up easily.

Di Jiang immediately thought about countermeasures in his mind: fighting, obviously he can't be beaten, how can he, a fortune-teller, be the opponent of Xuanwu, a fierce man. Lai, you can't get rid of it, this billion-year-old turtle shell, except for Xuanwu, no one can take it out. In this way, there are only thirty-six strategies, and slipping is also the top. Make up your mind and do what you say. Di Jiang didn't answer, he quickly determined the escape route, and then buried his head in his robe and ran towards the Lingxiao Palace not far away.

Xuanwu, who was wrapped in white brocade, looked at Dijiang from a distance, and snorted from his nostrils with disdain, Run, see where you can run? He opened his fat legs and followed unhurriedly.

Di Jiang was out of breath and had just passed through a long corridor in the imperial garden, when he almost hit a human wall, Di Jiang saw that the person in front of him wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe embroidered with gold on a black background was the Emperor of Heaven.

Before he could open his mouth to confess, the Heavenly Emperor asked, "Where is the witch god in a hurry?"

Di Jiang stabilized his body, did not forget to look back behind him, and found that Xuanwu's fat body had appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Good fellow, for a piece of turtle shell on his ancestor, he chased after him relentlessly.

Di Jiang snorted and panted while saluting the Emperor of Heaven: "The old minister is about to look for Your Majesty, I don't know where Your Majesty wants to go at this moment?" The Emperor of Heaven smiled and said, "I want to go to Niangniang to see the little princess!"

Di Jiang's eyes lit up, and he said earnestly: "Your Majesty, please let the old minister go with you. ”

The Emperor of Heaven knew that Di Jiang was still not dead for the little princess, in fact, he also had some doubts about this in his heart, and he had to know that Di Jiang had been specializing in divination for 70,000 years, and he had never spoken falsely or failed to fail. The Emperor of Heaven also wanted Di Jiang to answer his questions.

It was the Emperor of Heaven who bowed his head and said, "It's okay! Then there is the God of Laowu!"

Emperor Jiangfu turned around and went to the Tianhou Temple with the Emperor of Heaven. Marshal Xuanwu did not avoid it, and greeted him with his head, and after seeing the emperor of heaven, the three of them walked through a long vermilion corridor, and passed through a large garden full of flowers and charming scenery, and came to Fulun Palace. Of course, along the way, Shenjiang inevitably received countless eye knives shot from Xuanwu in the air, but he was very thick-skinned and didn't know it.

The main hall of Fulun Palace.

The two palace ladies standing at the door in pale green palace clothes saw that it was the emperor who came, and hurriedly curtched and saluted.

The Emperor of Heaven strode across the threshold, and Emperor Jiang Xuanwu followed closely.

In the hall, the queen of heaven in a snow-white robe held the little princess in a goose yellow dress with both hands, swaying gently from side to side, looking at her daughter's indescribable love and gentleness. When she saw the Emperor of Heaven coming in, she made a silent gesture at them with one free hand.

The Emperor of Heaven opened his arms and wanted to hug his daughter. The Queen of Heaven hesitated, and when she saw that Emperor Jiang Xuanwu was present, she did not refuse as before, and carefully put her daughter into the hands of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven clumsily hugged his sleeping daughter, afraid of holding his daughter unsteadily, and afraid of hurting his daughter when he was heavy, he didn't know what to do, and the posture of holding his daughter was awkward and ridiculous.

However, everyone in the hall couldn't laugh at it, and they all looked at it with a worried heart, and the hall was suddenly enveloped by a strange atmosphere.

Di Jiang had already stretched his neck and stared at his eyes, he couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the sleeping baby intently.

This, this ,...... The appearance of the little princess is too good-looking.

At the age when he lived for more than 50,000 years, he had never seen a more beautiful child than a little princess.

The degree of shock of Xuanwu around him was not inferior to that of Di Jiang. He stared at a pair of small, round eyes like beans, and he was stunned.

After looking at it for a while, Di Jiang turned his head and asked the queen in a low voice: "Niangniang, can you report the little princess's birthday to the old minister?"

The queen's gaze must not leave her daughter for a moment. Hearing Di Jiang's question, she raised her eyes and looked at Di Jiang, although Di Jiang had pointed out that the deer was a horse before, she did not mean to blame. Since he wanted his daughter's birthday, he had no choice, so he reported his daughter's birthday.

Di Jiang stretched out his right hand and twisted his fingers to calculate carefully, his eyes were slightly closed, and there were words in his mouth.

Calculating, Di Jiang's face gradually turned pale, and the big beads of sweat kept oozing and rolling down from Di Jiang's forehead. But he still struggled to support it, and the speed of his fingers became faster and faster, and his mouth kept murmuring.

Suddenly, Di Jiang opened his mouth, and a stream of blood spurted out. The whole body was unexpectedly suspended on the ground without warning, and the fingers that pinched and calculated were also hanging down weakly.

Looking at his face again, it is even more terrifying, pale and wilted, with no blood, no eyes, and no desire to meet. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a spirited witch god to a dying old man.