"If love is not heavy, it will not give birth to a woman, and if there is no difference in thought, it will not give birth to bliss. ”

An old monk sat cross-legged among the white clouds, his hands folded and his eyes closed.

"If love is not heavy, it will not give birth to a woman, and if there is no difference in thought, it will not give birth to bliss. Master Puhui, will my son Wenchen miss the opportunity to soar because of the First Peach Games?" asked the slender man in white disdainfully.

"Unspeakable, unspeakable!" said the old monk with his head shaken.

"You monks who have attained the Tao, are always chattering with gods, I don't care if my son Wenchen is the reincarnation of the Taoist Buddha, here I am, he is my son, if he ascends in the future, who he chooses as a teacher for your Buddha, demons, and immortals, that is his business, but before he ascends in the Great Dao, his affairs, the old monsters of your three realms can't participate, otherwise I will turn my face!" Wen Sheng said solemnly.

The old monk stopped talking, and a white-haired and white-bearded old Taoist and a man in a black robe who were also in the clouds looked stupid.

"Ask three thousand, a sword is dusty, stinky boy, can you understand the truth, look at your creation!" Wen Sheng said silently in his heart.

"The sword is coming!" Wen Sheng's eyes lit up, and with a wave of his hand, four flying swords pierced the sky and stopped beside Wen Sheng.

"Killing gods, slaying dragons, breaking the sky, and destroying silence, you each choose one master in the lower realm, and the five swords are smelted into one, so that you can fly to the realm of the Great Dao with your master, and you can be the first immortal sword, otherwise, you will stay in the mortal world forever!" Wen Shengzheng said.

The four flying swords disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

The old Taoist and the black-robed man smacked their tongues.

"Wen Sheng, it's another bloody storm in the Nether Realm for you to do this, is it really appropriate?" asked Lao Dao with some dissatisfaction.

"Play, just play big, I'll bet on my son, Niu Bi is still betting on that little phoenix?" Wen Sheng asked with a smile.

"The princess of Fengdu, Li Mucheng, the son of Longcheng County Order, Song Xiaolong, the son of the Song family who hopes to restore the dynasty, your son Wenchen, and Lu Qingqing, the disciple of the Fu Fairy. Tsk!They finally had a great deal of great deal with each other because of the Flying Ascension Avenue!," the black-robed man smacked his tongue and said.

"It's inconvenient for other people to say more, but the marriage between your son and Feng Ling's girl, well! Poor Dao bets on Feng Ling's girl!" said with a wicked smile on his face as if he had calculated something.

"The deity bets on Song Xiaolong, what about you, bald donkey?" said the black-robed man.

The old monk settled down and did not say a word.

The three of them were bored and flew away.

"Hearing the Tao of 3,000, a sword is overwhelming! Love is not heavy, it does not give birth to a woman, and if you do not read the same, it does not give birth to bliss. Amitabha!" the old monk muttered, and then disappeared into the clouds.