On the top of the 10,000-foot high Huaguo Mountain, there is a strange stone. It is as tall as a foot and nearly five feet wide. From a distance, it looks like a tall man sitting with his legs crossed.

"Whoosh!"

As a gust of wind swept across the treetops, a dusty figure in green clothes faintly cut through the void and appeared on the side of this strange stone.

The breath of this figure is dusty, and it has the charm of fairy wind and bones. The jasper grass at the top of the mountain, and the occasional delicate wildflowers, seemed to tremble at his coming.

It seems that no one in the land of Huaxia Shenzhou knows that this killing god who slaughtered the saint Zhun Ti didn't enjoy the happy life of the newlywed Yan'er on Penglai Island at the moment, but ran to the small tribe of Aolai, a bird that doesn't.

Although the scenery here is beautiful and the aura is abundant, there is nothing else but flowers and trees, small beasts and wild monkeys.

Li Qingming gently stroked the incomparably glorious strange stone in front of him, and muttered to himself: "Heh, I can't imagine that a five-color divine stone the size of a fist back then, after years of wind and sun, heavy rain and thunder, it actually formed a heavy coat. Even if Fu Xi is asked to find his head, it is impossible to find you!"

"Boom!"

As if he could understand the meaning of Li Qingming's words, the huge strange stone trembled slightly, and wisps of stone chips fell down.

"Oh?" Li Qingming was stunned and said, "I didn't expect that Lingzhi was born so early, but it's gratifying!"

"Buzz!"

Qishi shuddered for a moment, and finally stopped shaking.

"Little one, you're just a commotion of the Origin's consciousness right now. When you have absorbed enough Heaven and Earth Vitality, you will naturally have a time to transform into a form. It's not time yet, you still have other missions!" Li Qingming chuckled lightly and sat cross-legged in front of Qishi.

A quaint little bell suddenly appeared in his palm, "Jingle bell!" The crisp and pleasant sound of the bell, centered on the quaint little bell, slowly swept towards the four directions.

"Buzz!"

The little beast ginseng baby in the four directions, hearing this clear and pleasant ringtone, seemed to be all surging. They followed the strange sound and moved their calves in joy. Crazy rushing towards the top of the mountain.

Countless birds were awakened. They were surprised and inexplicably fanned their colorful wings, forming a strange array in the sky above the top of Huaguo Mountain. The beak of the bird echoes the sound of a bell, and it makes a soft chirp.

Li Qingming didn't seem to be awakened by these visions, and still shook the little bell unconsciously.

The louder and louder bell sound seems to be mixed with infinite rhyme. Wisps of bells were deeply imprinted on the five-colored divine stone in the center of the boulder.

The five-colored divine stone seems to be able to understand. Listen quietly. It's like falling asleep.

A series of brilliant brilliance cracked on the surface of the strange stone, and then disappeared without a trace, embedded in the five-colored divine stone. It's like it never happened!

Hurried to the top of the mountain. The little beasts that surrounded Li Qingming in the middle, as well as the birds and sparrows that kept circling and fluttering in the sky, all watched this scene inexplicably, from the wild shouts at the beginning, to the soft groans later, to the occasional zhiwu, until the silence of Zuihou.

"Jingle bell!"

The quaint little bell makes a zuihou hum. Li Qingming stood up and waved his hand lightly.

The little beasts and birds and birds crawled down in unison towards Li Qingming, and then silently retreated and disappeared into the dense forest.

A song of vicissitudes of life speaks of the sufferings of the world and the difficulties of cultivation.

Li Qingming stared at the strange stone in front of him, and suddenly waved his big hand and slapped it viciously on the boulder.

"Click!"

The clear sound of the mountain stone cracking came far away, and the strange stone that was a few feet high was cracked by Li Qingming. In the crack, a fist-sized five-colored divine stone shimmered with immeasurable brilliance, soaring into the sky.

"Little one, you sleep here in peace. After this catastrophe, there will be a time when you will be born!"

Li Qingming gently stroked the five-colored divine stone, his big hand seemed to have some kind of magic power, and a circle of bright green mangs directly wrapped the divine stone, covering the immeasurable brilliance that rushed straight to the bullfighting on it.

"Whew!"

Qianhua dispersed, and the five-colored divine stone stuck in the middle of the boulder became dim and dull, and completely fell into silence.

No one will understand why Li Qingming has such feelings for this five-colored divine stone. Even if there is his primordial imprint hidden in it?

Only he knows what role this color god stone will play in the crisis fifteen years later, and what it will give birth to in hundreds of millions of years!

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and the huge Taiyin Star had climbed up to the sky. The moonlight is like a waterfall, stretching the figure of Li Qingming and the boulder to be slender.

"Old guys, why do you want to hide when you are here?" Li Qingming looked at the sky from afar, and a delicate teapot appeared in his hand.

The surrounding void fluctuated like water ripples, and two old but upright figures, one gray and one green, appeared on the top of Huaguo Mountain.

The green-robed old man snatched the teapot in Li Qingming's hand, poured it mouth-to-mouth, and suddenly let out a hot breath, and said: "Ha, happy! You cat bear cub always hides the best green bamboo tea tightly, and it is very difficult for my old man to drink more! This time, this pot is all mine!"

"Qingmingzi, you are so calculating!" The gray-robed old man touched his long beard under his chin, and his face was expressionless.

Li Qingming smiled sassyly, took out a teapot again and threw it to the gray-robed old man, and said, "The disciple is not as idle as you. I had nothing to do all day, so I played chess and tasted tea in Zixiao Palace. In this Chinese world, there are still many things that need to be done by disciples. Disciple, this is a typical life of hard work!"

Seeing this, all the officials must already know who these two old Taoists are! That's right, these two old men are none other than the two oldest guys in the land of China, Yang Mei and Hongjun.

Hongjun took the teapot handed over by Li Qingming and said, "You can't blame others for the evil fruits you planted!"

Li Qingming smiled bitterly, took out a black-skinned gourd, raised his head and poured a sip of Nine Heavens Immortal Brew, and said: "There are too many disturbances in this world, and not every one of them can be satisfactory! For example, fifteen years later, if Luo Hu really rushes into the land of China, as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, will you ignore it?"

"What you did this time is too much! Heavenly Dao destined Qing Lingzi to have the honor of the emperor, but it did not give him the capital to become holy!" Hongjun touched the delicate teapot in his hand, and his words were light.

"Hmph, Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, I'll go to his Heavenly Dao! I want to escape one of them, I said that if Xiao Er can be sanctified, he will inevitably become holy, and the rigid thing of Heavenly Dao that has no emotions at all can't control me at all!" Li Qingming poured a sip of immortal brew violently, his face was red, and his expression was hideous.

"Haha, okay!" raised his eyebrows and suddenly stroked his palm: "Little cub, my old man likes your words, I'll go to his heavenly way, hahaha!"

Hongjun glanced at Yang Mei and shook his head helplessly: "Some things are doomed, they can't be changed, and they can't be changed!"

Li Qingming turned his head and touched the five-colored divine stone on his side, some things can't be argued, and he will see for himself in the future. (To be continued......)