When I came to the front to take a closer look, I saw that the golden needle Virgin Jade was haggard, and her cheeks, which were originally white and delicate, became blue and weirdly tight, especially the few slender gold lines on the forehead, which were even more eye-catching.

"Mountain Lord, Mrs. Chu is poisoned. Qiu Kui's face was solemn, "But she has already proven to be a scattered immortal, how could she be so easy to become a Daoist after more than four hundred years of cultivation?"

Our Lady of the Golden Needle originally came to help the sword, so naturally she couldn't let her suffer for no reason. Pang Xian hurriedly probed out the true qi of the mixed yuan, and then slowly tasted the inner clues.

It turned out that the poison god Tianchang was born, although he did not face the immortals, but he spread the residual poison into the air, and the Five Flames Blazing Banner of the Golden Needle Holy Mother was extinguished by the poison. Our Lady was bent on making up for the loss of vitality, and before she could investigate in detail, she controlled the Treasure Banner to collect the essence of the earth fire.

Under the union of the minds, the toxicity further erodes the primordial spirit. And the earth fire made her bloodline run faster, and the poison counterattacked the heart faster. Even if the Tao is profound, how can he resist the natal poison of the ancient poison god?

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, thinking of a cure for detoxification. Suddenly, she heard Yinshu's voice in her ears, and the Huang family brothers and the Jade Emperor Guan Dao people who were taken by her hundreds of miles away were also unconscious for no reason. Hundreds of miles away, mortals are not immune, and the ferocity of Tianchang's poison is simply terrifying.

Fortunately, Li Xiuyang chased and killed Xin Chenzi to the Yin Wind Cave of Baiman Mountain, and obtained a volume of "The True Scripture of Hundred Poisons", which is really a masterpiece of Gu poison, domesticating Gu worms, subduing poisonous miasma, and collecting poison and practicing qi. It contains a method of fighting poison with poison and sucking poisonous gas with Gu worms, which is used to solve Tianchang's poison at this time.

The poisonous flames of the earth fire erupted violently, and they had been controlled, leaving the Wuyue scattered people here to vent the embers, Pang Xian took the Holy Mother of the Golden Needle to a pavilion at the bottom of the mountain to perform the magic of the immortal family.

Miao Jiang's Gu poison looks scary, but it is actually very mysterious. Pang Xian wrapped a handful of fire ants in his true qi and shot into the human body from the seven orifices, eating away at the poison. Suddenly, I saw that the Holy Mother of the Golden Needle had half an indigo face and half a red face, and the two were arguing, which was very strange. The Pan Gu has been inherited through the ages, how can it be as simple as the righteous path sword immortal denounces it as a demonic way?

The Holy Mother of the Golden Needle itself has a deep foundation, and Huang Zongyan and the others are a hundred miles away from the place where Tianchang was born, and the poison in it is not violent.

............

Three days later, everyone was not only out of danger, but also became energetic because of taking the Dao Spirit Pill and consolidating the foundation of Peiyuan. After seeing the fighting methods of the immortals, the five emperors of the ancients appeared, and the conspiracy of the barbarian monks outside the Saiwai was thwarted, Tongming Zhenren couldn't help but be full of energy.

At this time, the earth fire was ambushed, Qiu Kui used the method of moving mountains, according to the geography of mountains and rivers, sealed the town of Mount Tai and the lungs, and did not worry about the outbreak of natural disasters within three hundred years, causing man-made disasters.

The Jade Emperor viewed the old place, and more than 40 people attended the meeting. The mountain breeze blows, the sky is clear, overlooking the large and small peaks, towering in the clouds, submerged in the vast sea of clouds, it makes people open-minded, God and the sky are together.

The guards of the Kong family have left. Tongming Zhenren decided to take Quanguan disciples to southern Xinjiang and defected to Lianping Mountain. Pang Xian is trying to persuade the Huang brothers to build Nanhuaxia together and contribute to the inheritance of civilization.

The morning sun was sprinkled on Huang Zongyan's body, and after a tempering, he became more and more calm, and his temperament was as heavy as a mountain. His eyes are clear, like a divine light.

"Dare to ask the mountain master, the land of southern Xinjiang is fertile for thousands of miles, suitable for farming?"

Pang Xian smiled freely, with a light breeze, "Southern Xinjiang is a remote and barren place, and it has never been civilized, so how can we talk about farming?"

Huang Zongyan frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Then southern Xinjiang is a paradise, and you don't see soldiers and soldiers?"

Pang Xian said leisurely: "The southern Xinjiang Yanlan is full of poisonous miasma, and there are countless fierce birds and beasts. Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight endlessly!"

Huang Zongyan's face was already unswerving, "Is it just that the four seasons are distinct, and the celestial phenomena can sometimes be followed?"

"Haha!" With a loud laugh, Pang Xian stood up and denied: "Ten miles of different days in southern Xinjiang, and a hundred miles of different customs. Within one day, the weather has changed four times, and the wind and snow are bright, but it is not a warm and pleasant place for the spiritual residence of the fairy town. ”

At this time, even Huang Zonghui, who was grateful to Pang Xian, could not hide his anger, "Is the Dao Master entertaining us?"

Yinshu looked at her father-in-law angrily and funny, and it was true, even if the geography and climate of southern Xinjiang were not suitable for living in peace, she couldn't say it so bluntly!

Huang Zongyan remained calm, staring at Pang Xian, waiting for his explanation.

The blue Taoist robe grinned against the mountain wind, Pang Xian's facial features are not exquisite, but he is detached from the carefree atmosphere, reflecting him like a feathered immortal, and the Daomen is all true and magnificent.

"If you talk about hardships, can you ever have time for the ancient ancestors to struggle to survive?

A wild and desolate aura came to his nose, and Pang Xian's words seemed to have power, which led everyone into the vast river of history.

"If you talk about hardship, demons are rampant, the great murderer is in the world, and destroying the city and the country is just a gesture. How did our ancestors overcome the obstacles in that environment?"

Huang Zongyan was thoughtful, this real person has something to say!

"Our enemy has never been the hardships of external circumstances. Pang Xian was categorical, "On the contrary, the road itself has gone astray!"

"The deposition of Confucianism by a hundred schools of thought made the virtuous generations of all dynasties have to bow their heads to the authority of the king. With all the wisdom and strength invested in maintaining the rule of the world, how much vitality can be preserved on our humanitarian path?"

If it was another Confucian master, Pang Xian would never waste half a sentence. Huang Zongxi, the elder brother of the Huang family, proposed that "the world is the main thing, and the king is the guest", which is a rare philosopher in this era who restricts the monarch's power and people-oriented thinking. If you want to build southern Xinjiang and inherit the Chinese civilization, you naturally have to help such people with outstanding vision.

"The only way to break out of the historical deadlock and break the cycle of separation and integration is to break the shackles of convention. Today, the number of days has been set, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has swept the world irreversibly. ”

"In order to maintain their dictatorship, they will only deepen their servility and make the minds of the people rotten and only know how to make promises. ”

Pang Xian's face was red, with the momentum of giving up on me, and he asserted sonorously: "In addition to southern Xinjiang, where can we provide soil for those who are aspiring to China?"

Huang Zongyan thought in his heart, indeed, Southern Xinjiang is a blank sheet of paper, which can make people smear their thoughts as they like. Many of the concepts of the real person in front of him coincide with his own brother. It's just that...... With this alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the eldest brother to give up his ambitions and move his family south!

Pang Xianhui's light is like a torch, and the heavenly demon induction is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Seriously:

"I have three volumes of heavenly books to give, your brother can browse them, and then decide whether to go to southern Xinjiang with the poor road to build a homeland is not too late!"

With a flash of light in his hand, three red-skinned volumes appeared, and he handed them over.

Huang Zongyan looked puzzled, what kind of book can reverse the stubborn concept of the eldest brother. I took it casually, and I saw that the title of the cover book was very strange, "Overview of the Theoretical System of XXX Characteristics", "On Democracy and the All-round Development of People", and "Principles of XXX Philosophy".

Looking at Pang Xian smiling and groaning, it seems that he has irrepressible fun.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever. Pang Xian clasped his fists and saluted, "If you decide to go to southern Xinjiang, you will naturally have a way forward in your mind." Poor Dao, now I will leave!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, he scattered the stars in the sky, dancing and dancing, and shot into the eyebrows of everyone, as if there was something more in Huang Zongyan's mind.

Looking at the field again, the white clouds and fairy fog were filled, and Pang Xian and the others were already faint, and there was no trace. (To be continued.) )