Soon after Xie Yao left, Xiaoxuan Peak Yunfei lined up, rushed to the void road and stepped on the clouds, and slowly landed in front of Su Lu's eyes, he looked at the direction Xie Yao left, sighed and said: "Nine times out of ten, things are unsatisfactory in the world, don't be overly concerned." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"I don't know what happened to Master Ancestor here?" Su Lu leaned over and asked, his spirit was highly tense at the same time, he really couldn't guess the result of Chongxu Lao Dao's communication with Emperor Zhenwu.

Chongxu Daoist looked at Su Lu and said calmly: "Li Xiaoyou, please follow me, I have found a solution to your Yuanshen problem." ”

Su Lu was surprised in his heart, his face remained silent, and he bowed and said, "Yes." ”

Chong Xuan Daoist nodded slightly, turned around and stepped on the clouds, Su Lu subconsciously also performed the technique of longitudinal clouds, followed by Xiao Xuanfeng Mountain, Chongxu Daoist stood quietly in the clouds, looked at Su Lu and sighed: "Xiaoyou is really a genius in the sky, this hand of the art of longitudinal clouds, I might as well do more." After saying that, Rao looked at Su Lu meaningfully, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Su Lu was a little angry, and unconsciously fell into his Dao, how could a person who had never cultivated the Dao perform such a beautiful Cloud Sweeping Technique?

Since it has been seen through, whether the left and right Dao people are showing malice or not, Su Lu is also full of indifference, and arched his hand: "Dao Chief, please lead the way." While speaking, there was still no honorific title of the ancestor.

Chong Xudao didn't think it was wrong, smiled faintly, turned around and flew in the direction of the Zhenwu Palace, Su Lu's expression was gloomy for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and followed.

Today's Zhenwu Hall is very deserted, not to mention the Wudang elders, even the little Taoist priests who are responsible for cleaning on weekdays are gone, and the lonely hall has no fairy rhyme, but is a little cold.

Su Lu's face sank like water, followed the Chongxu Daoist into the main hall, turned a corner, and came to the apse, at the door of the apse, Chongxu Daoist stopped, turned his head and said to Su Lu: "Xiaoyou, I can only go here, please go in, so I can do it myself." With that, he waved the dust and left.

Su Lu sighed, slowly pushed open the door of the hall, and entered the ancestral hall of the ancestor where no one from the Wudang sect was allowed to enter except for the head of the sect.

The expected scene full of ancestral tablets did not appear, the simple and simple furnishings here made Su Lu slightly stunned, as soon as he looked up, he saw the mighty statue of the True Martial Emperor, I don't know if it was an illusion or too nervous, Su Lu saw the corner of the statue's mouth upturned, as if he was smiling at him.

"Please, you are the Emperor of Heaven, can you not be so eerie and terrifying?" Su Lu muttered casually.

"Isn't that spooky? I just want to show you kindness. A peaceful voice suddenly came, and when Su Lu heard it, it was extremely ethereal.

"Who?" asked Su Lu with a solemn expression.

"Who else will you meet in the ancestral hall of the Wudang Sect?" A middle-aged man in Taoist costume suddenly appeared in the ancestral hall, an ordinary azure robe, holding a whisk in his hand, his temperament was peaceful, and his face was also very ordinary, he couldn't see any miracles, only a pair of eyes were bright and deep, as if he contained endless starlight, which was impressive.

Su Lu breathed a long sigh of relief: "Boy Li Bai, meet His Majesty the Emperor." ”

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Su Lu and chuckled: "It's all at this time, you are still playing sloppy with me, Su Lu boy, how does it taste to be reincarnated in the six realms?"

Su Lu's expression was very calm, and he did not fall into panic because his identity was directly revealed, in fact, he was already numb, he understood one thing a long time ago, his own has long been known in the flood wilderness, and he also has his own attribute of "summoning" the power of the flood wilderness, which is innate, and cannot be changed.

"Alas, the little demon never thought that he would be so famous that he could enter the eyes of the emperor. "It's one thing to understand in my heart, it's another thing to be depressed or not, and now Su Lu really wants to smile bitterly, so he smiled bitterly.

"Originally, I couldn't be sure of your identity, there seems to be something on you that can cover the heavens, but after seeing your true face, I'm sure you are that Su Lu," Emperor Zhenwu's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said with a smile: " Boy, you are much more famous than you think, first mixed into the battle of Xuanyuan Tomb, did Daji's backhand and did not die, and also took away the qi of the human emperor, so that the Tongtian Sect Master took the opportunity to shake the Fengshen List, released Sanxiao, learned the Nine Turns Xuangong and Shangqing Immortal Method, and the general trend of Buddhism to the Bodhisattva for more than three months, it was originally damn transparent, but Yang Jian, who provoked him, came forward in person and saved you from the general trend. ”

Su Lu smiled, the so-called thing that could cover the heavens seemed to refer to the Blood God Son of the River Styx, this thing had no trace since it entered his body, and he had the heart to find it but had no clue. And the words of Emperor Zhenwu seem to be ridiculous, but in fact they contain too much information, a sentence of Daji's backhand, let Su Lu completely understand the cause and effect of the Xuanyuan Tomb incident, it turned out that Fei Lian helped him to open up the inner world, in order to make a high-explosive bomb in Daji's hand, for Da Ji to threaten the candle dragon, pity himself until now is still grateful for Fei Lian's kindness.

Su Lu recalled Fei Lian's expression when he said this, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, the sky god of war will not pity himself, a monster who has opened up the inner world but is congenitally limited, what a good tool, anyway, he can't ascend to the sky, he can only live for five hundred years, it is better to be a tool in the hands of the demon saint and exert some residual heat.

If it is analyzed in this way, then the Tongtian Sect Master must not have good intentions, but what is the purpose of teaching himself the Nine Turns Xuangong? What is the value of something in himself that can surpass the supreme magic technique of the Nine Turns Xuangong, which shocks the past and the present? Is it the anger of the human emperor? Su Lu wants to give it to him, he doesn't want it! Su Lu shook his head, not daring to think further, if everything met his most malicious guess, wouldn't he have been living in a conspiracy? The whole demon life is a joke!

Absolutely not!

Su Lu took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down the ups and downs of his heart, looked at Emperor Zhenwu, and asked respectfully: "Little demon doesn't understand, why does this matter involve Yang Jian and Yang Erlang again?"

"Oh," Emperor Zhenwu looked at Su Lu in surprise and said, "You don't know, haven't you crossed paths with Yang Jian?"

Su Lu smiled bitterly: "The little demon has been in the wilderness since he entered the wilderness, and he has never seen Erlang Zhenjun. ”

"That's right. Emperor Zhenwu showed a thoughtful expression, waved his hand and said: "That doesn't matter, the important thing is that Yang Jian released a message in the desolate world, do you want to know?"

Su Lu was inexplicable, and said suspiciously: "The Great Emperor is going to sell Guanzi, the little demon has just crawled out of the reincarnation, and it is when he is at a loss, how do you know what news Erlang Zhenjun has released?"

"You really don't know?" Emperor Zhenwu paused for a moment, and then smiled: "I'm sure now that you really have nothing to do with Yang Jian. ”

Nonsense, if Lao Tzu is on the line with Yang Jian, how can he still be chased by the Bodhisattva in the dilemma of life and death!

"Yang Jian said that you Su Lu is his long-lost younger brother, and whoever dares to target you in the future will go to demolish his ancestral grave!"

"What?" Su Lu was taken aback, when did he become Yang Jian's younger brother? In other words, a half-human and half-god, a pure monster, it doesn't make sense in terms of blood, if you want to say that the only connection between the two is that they have both learned the Nine Turns Xuangong, is this the reason?

Su Lu was stunned, and Emperor Zhenwu continued to talk: "Yang Jian's guy has always been recognized by the flood and wilderness, and he has never spoken in tune, but if anyone thinks that his words belong to listening, it is a big mistake, for your business, he has already provoked several Buddhist Bodhisattvas' dojos, the most miserable is Wei Tuo Bodhisattva, who was chased and killed by him all the way from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Xiniu Hezhou, and now he is still hiding in the pure land of Buddhism and does not dare to show his head." ”

"Little demon, I really have no blood relationship with Erlang Zhenjun. Su Lu held back such a nonsense for a long time.

Emperor Zhenwu laughed when he heard this, and after a long time, the smile was stopped, and his expression became solemn: "Telling you this, in fact, I just want to tell you that I have no malicious intent." ”

"I am the Emperor of Heaven, I don't need the anger of the emperor, my Tao has its own pattern, and I don't need the Nine Turns of Xuangong, I don't want anything from you, so there is actually a basis for cooperation between us. ”

"Cooperation?" What a familiar and unfamiliar word, Su Lu swore that this was the first time he had heard this word when he had dealt with the great power of the Hong Desolation, because he represented equality.

However, in front of a powerful man who didn't know the roots, could Su Lu really get the equal treatment he had been longing for? Su Lu's eyes were deep, and he looked at the Zhenwu Emperor fixedly, waiting for his follow-up words.