I saw Ao Chun, went out of the big river, and returned to Penglai.

Dig a pit, water it.

Xiaoman planted the peach in Penglai.

More than ten years later, a peach tree broke through the ground.

Xiaoman was very happy.

Xu Siyuan is also very happy: it is not in vain that he often quietly contains the vitality of the peach pit.

The peach pit became a tree, and Xiaoman, who ate Huangzhong Li, finally cultivated to the Golden Immortal.

"Dao Chief, the peach tree is alive, and it is time for me to leave Penglai. ”

"Take care, remember to call the Taoist chief for help if you have something. Xu Siyuan also handed Xiao Man a few spirit runes.

Xiao Man smiled: "Yes, the Taoist chief should also take care." ”

Xiao Man took two steps, and then Xiao Man turned around and said, "I know that the wine I brewed is unpleasant, but I still put the wine I brewed last time in the bamboo forest, and the Taoist can go and get some when he is thirsty." ”

"Yes!" replied Xu Siyuan.

Xiao Man left.

After Xiaoman left, Penglai was left with only Xu Siyuan.

Penglai is clean, and even a little deserted.

Xu Siyuan actually felt a little unaccustomed.

Xu Siyuan suddenly thought that when Jinao Island was so deserted one day, Tongtian might get used to it!

"It's a pity that I can't see through it, I can't see through it!"

"The Queen Mother of Haotian is not a mediocre talent, and the Peach Fruit Tree is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, but from the Battle of the Lich to the Zhou Annihilation of Shang, the Heavenly Court Divine Throne has always been vacant for so many years. ”

"Dao Ancestor set up the Heavenly Court, and then let the Heavenly Court Divine Throne be vacant. ”

"If the gods are just to make up for the heavenly court god position, then why didn't Shang Dynasty Xia have a battle of gods. ”

"If it's just to expound the disciples' corpses, then how much should the Dao Ancestor prefer to expound the teachings!"

"But later, a few of the disciples succeeded in beheading the corpses!"

Fog, endless planning!

I can't see it clearly.

"Is it true that Dao Ancestor was waiting for the day when the Interception Sect flourished to the extreme, and has Dao Ancestor been waiting for the Great War between the Two Sects?"

Ao Chun is the main river, and the four dragon kings are the main sea.

They all have endless water tribes under them, and Xu Siyuan thought about sending some water tribes to the god list before.

But now that I think about it, it's not appropriate, the so-called gods may just be an excuse.

It was about Daozu, and Xu Siyuan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Xu Siyuan took out the Thunder God Seal and canonized several dragon kings.

"Occupy the river first, and then seek the river. ”

"It is said that prosperity must decline, but who has ever seen the decline of Taoist ancestors. ”

"After all, it's me who intercepts the religion and isn't prosperous enough!"

"There are many disciples in the sect, and I have no retreat!"

···

Xiaoman out of Penglai.

Xiaoman to Zhaoyao Mountain.

There is a python on the swagger mountain.

This python is cultivating to the moon.

On top of this python's head there is a snake bead.

Xiao Man quietly came to the python's side.

Xiao Man said with a look of disdain: "Python, big also." We pythons should have the ambition to swallow heaven and earth, but you want to refine this snake bead into a dragon ball one day?"

The python said angrily, "What do you know, little boy?" ”

Xiao Man knocked the python to the ground with one punch, and then smashed the snake bead with one hand.

"What is so rare about dragons!"

Xiao Man looked at the big river and smiled: "I beat the real dragon, and the real dragon hand doesn't dare to fight back." ”

The snake bead was destroyed, and the python rolled in pain.

Xiao Man asked at this time, "Would you like to learn how to be a python with me?"

"Yes, yes!" replied the python after a moment's hesitation.

"Very good," Xiao Man nodded: "Although you have some resentment against me, you don't hide it, and you can see that you really want to be a python, so you can follow me in the future." ”

"Thanks, thank you, Boss. ”

Xiaoman looked at Penglai.

"Dao Chief, I'm not smart, but I think everything you said makes sense. ”

"Dao Chief, you occupy a Dao word, Xiaoman, I will occupy a long word. ”

Xiao Man said to the python: "Call me Elder in the future." ”

The python belly slandered: "The title of elder is not very good. ”

However, the python still said respectfully: "Hello elder." ”

Xiao Man smiled, her little python wants to be the elder of the python in the world.

Not for the world's teachers, only for the world's long!

···

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

Beneath the pillar of heaven to the south, a mountain peak suddenly shook.

The mountain peaks swayed, and a giant turtle was revealed.

It's the North Sea turtle.

Wei Wei Tianzhu.

Turtle's Legs.

"Ancestor, I have roughly obtained your Dao, but you still made this Heavenly Pillar at the end of your cultivation. ”

"I can't just cultivate the Tao of your ancestors, it's time to leave. ”

The little turtle kowtowed to the pillar of heaven, and then came to Penglai.

"I've seen the Taoist. ”

The little turtle bowed and said: "The Taoist chief has a great favor to me, and I shouldn't trouble the Taoist chief anymore, but I have no one to ask for except the Taoist chief and the little turtle." ”

The turtle is almost wiped out, but if it supports the heavens and the earth, the heavenly pillar will have merit.

The little turtle has been cultivating under the pillar of heaven for tens of thousands of years, but he has gained a lot.

Xu Siyuan looked at the little turtle and thought for a while, "I don't understand the cultivation method of your turtle clan, but once your ancestor carried the northern land on his back. ”

Xiao Xuangui said: "But my ancestor is still dead." ”

"That's because your ancestor doesn't carry enough on his back, if he can carry the flood on his back, who in the world can kill him. ”

The little turtle said: "How can the flood be carried on my back?"

Xu Siyuan said softly: "How can't you!"

"The mountains and rivers in this world are all transformed by Pangu, Pangu opens the sky, and Pangu is the way. ”

"You can't carry Pangu, you can't carry the flood. ”

"But can you afford to memorize a painting?"

"What painting?"

"Painting of the Flood!"

Xiao Xuangui said: "Naturally, I can afford to carry it, and I asked the Taoist to paint for me!"

"It's decided, it probably hurts?"

The little turtle smiled: "It's better than dead." ”

Xu Siyuan took a sword and painted.

He once looked at the flood wilderness outside the flood wilderness, and the panorama of the flood wilderness was already in Xu Siyuan's heart.

Although the flood famine has changed greatly, there is a secretary who has written down the former appearance of the flood famine.

Xu Siyuan took out the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

"The head of the Nanshan Sutra is called Queshan, and its head is called..."

Xu Siyuan used a sword as a pen, and a big mountain appeared on the shell of the turtle to the south of the little turtle, and the south of the mountain was the West Sea.

A hundred years later, Xu Siyuan put away his long sword.

For a hundred years, the little turtle has never said a word.

"The flood is transformed by Pangu, and you can get a glimpse of one or two Pangu ways from this flood. ”

"You Xuangui was born in the wilderness, and the way of cultivating Pangu is always wrong. ”

"And what I carved for you is a painting, but if you absorb the merits of the Heavenly Pillar and swallow the spiritual power of heaven and earth, you will never be unable to give birth to a realm on your back. ”

"Since it's not enough to be a northern land, let's carry a small world and try it!"

Little turtle thank you.

···

After the little turtle left, Xu Siyuan was independent of Penglai Island.

The gourd root, which once resembled dry wood, has absorbed the rattan that Nuwa created into a man.

Then rattan regrows on the gourd roots.

Xu Siyuan put the ninety-nine scattered gourd on the gourd vine.

This is one, and it is one.

If there are three gourds, the vines that create people, and the half of the pool of spiritual liquid, maybe they can finally produce a heavy treasure that is enough to suppress luck.

The vine leaves are green and swaying in the wind.

At this moment, a great sun leaped out of the sea.

A new day begins.

A new day, a new beginning.

New gourd, new story.

End of Volume 1!

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