Counting carefully, since the Qingqiu has been lowered, there are creatures with the same appearance and different souls that can be seen everywhere.

Not to mention the ghost fetus born of ten cells, and not to mention the similar-looking ones, now in this underworld, I still see the faces of old acquaintances.

Thinking carefully about what the orange old man said, he has six brothers born to the same vine, so isn't the one on the stage in front of him one of his brothers?

Seeing the familiar face, Hongli's heart relaxed a little, she remembered what the orange bearded fairy Weng said that day, and now that she thinks about it, she really foresees the future.

That day, in the Langya Mountain-style Silver Palace, just before the master and apprentice were about to enter the illusion realm, the orange bearded immortal Weng said to the master and apprentice that they would always meet.

The master and apprentice didn't understand what he meant at the time, but now they figured it out and realized what it meant.

These four seas and eight wildernesses, in the Six Realms, go around and around.

Yuezhuo didn't care about this, there were more people who hit his face, and he saw that the groups of assorted chickens on Qingqiu Mountain also looked the same.

Only his disciples could tell which one was which.

Compared with these, he was more curious about whether the Song Emperor in front of him was the brother of the Immortal Weng?

With doubts, he didn't say a word, and his eyes didn't dare to openly examine Emperor Song, but then the faint afterglow of raising his eyes for a moment, quickly glanced at the one sitting on the high platform.

Strangely, he didn't have a small object to play with.

Anyone who has seen these Whisker Immortals knows that Whisker Whiskers are just a code name for them, and their real names are actually just the color of their real bodies.

And these immortals usually hold a thing in their hands that never leaves their hands.

For example, on the green hill, the purple Whiskered Immortal does not leave the wine gourd, while the orange Whiskered Immortal does not leave the orange or tangerine that represents the color of his real body.

If he is a brother of his compatriots, if the Song Emperor in front of him is also a fleeting immortal, then he must have something in his hand that can represent his identity.

However, when Fang Cai Yuezhuo glanced at it, he didn't.

Could it be that his gaze moved too quickly and didn't look carefully enough?

Although the Emperor of the Song Dynasty has the same standard as the bearded immortal, with a scruffy beard and a thick figure, he is one of the ten halls of the Netherworld after all, how can the dignified Emperor Song let the little ghost look at him without knowing the severity?

Yue Zhuo didn't dare to take this risk, and with the lesson of the previous cold hell, he also had palpitations.

He doesn't care about himself, he's just afraid that his Li'er has three longs and two shorts.

"Bold imps, this king commands you to raise your heads!"

The startled wood on the wooden table slapped hard again, the master and apprentice were so frightened that their bodies shook, their shoulders shook, and the tacit understanding version raised their heads at the same time, just in front of the eyes of the Song Emperor.

Unexpectedly, this Song Emperor was not very good-tempered.

Now we can't act rashly.

Master Yuezhuo thought.

Hongli was even more cowardly than before, she tightly clutched the corner of Master Yuezhuo's clothes, for fear that Emperor Song would give them some kind of hell at once, as before, and separate their master and apprentice fiercely.

But what Hongli didn't know was that no matter where she went, her Yuezhuo Master would not leave her alone.

The little fox was confused, but the purple phoenix still looked indifferent.

Emperor Song really looked at it on the high platform, but the "Immortal Weng" that these two little ghosts said in their mouths was not ........?

"Who are you talking about?"

Emperor Song unloaded his arrogance, touched his beard, brushed it to the knot, he used his fingers as a comb, and vigorously stroked the tangled roots of his beard.

It was such an action that made the nervous master and apprentice feel cordial and familiar.

It's really a fleeting immortal.

The ghost on the side was a little unpleasant, and just said a few words urging Emperor Song to judge, but was summoned back by a call.

The ghost's body gradually blurred, and after he hurriedly made a report to Emperor Song, he disappeared.

However, who is summoning, and where this ghost has gone, only the ghosts of their netherworld know.

Emperor Song saw that the master and apprentice did not answer his question, so he patiently asked again: "Who are you talking about?"

"Back to the adults, it's just the two old days, but they look similar to the adults. ”

Master Yuezhuo seemed to be ignorant of his answer, but instead raised the interest of Emperor Song.

"Little ghost, tell me, how do they look similar?"

Who knew that Master Yuezhuo suddenly became bold, and he described it with emotion: "It's a round and bad old man, his beard still loves to tie knots, by the way, he doesn't like to take a bath." ”

"You ——"

Hongli was about to get angry when he saw Emperor Song, and he had the courage to come back before his master came back: "My lord, he means that you are wise and martial, have a strong physique, and are known as a beautiful bearded prince, and.... A taste peculiar to men. ”

I don't know what her master is thinking again, Hongli's heart is frightened, and she swallows it back hard.

Her eyebrows were furrowed!

She glanced at Yuezhuo resentfully, but Yuezhuo raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really?"

Emperor Song, who was about to get angry, was not provoked, but listened to Hongli's cheap sycophant, and was complacent.

Or that Emperor Song is the purest in the whole earth!

He has always been wise and foolish, he is not unintelligent, he is pure and good-natured!

Since Emperor Song and his grandfather and brothers returned separately, he missed the previous time very much, and he also regretted that he had entered this place as an errand boy, but the guy of Emperor Xudu was stunned and did not let him retire to enjoy Qingfu.

Yuezhuo also knew this characteristic of the Whimsy Immortals, the Whenless Immortals would not be angry easily, and he didn't dare to make such a blatant announcement of personal vendettas.

But it just so happened to be verified, this Song Emperor is a Xuan Xianweng.

It's just that his old friend, the one on the top of the green hill, doesn't seem to be so close to the other brothers, and he doesn't often mention his family affairs in front of him, if he hadn't heard the orange Xu Xian Weng mention it, he wouldn't have been able to catch the handle of the Xu Xuan Xian Weng.

After the self-rejoicing, Emperor Song also preliminarily confirmed that these two little ghosts knew their families, and he unhurriedly put down the hand that was clinging to the shocking wood, but held the things that the master and apprentice could not see out of thin air and put them to his ears.

The hall was silent.

A moment later, a familiar sound came from the empty hall.

"Hey—"

"It's you, why did you remember to call?"

"Second brother, I have two little ghosts here, a red fox and a purple phoenix, do you know them?"

"Yes, you have to be nice to them. ”

"Doodoo ......"

The same sound was repeated continuously, and the master and apprentice felt a little harsh when they heard this, and Yuezhuo even touched his ears.

The sound stopped.

Emperor Song stared at the master and apprentice with a pair of eyes, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, he just watched, without making a sound.