After Tang Linkun suddenly lost his voice, he suddenly recovered after meeting Ying Zhengshi, and before he said a few words that day, his throat stabbed terribly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Now I have talked so much to Uncle Hughe, and I am hoarse all of a sudden.

"You're talking about Crane Daxian, and it has something to do with half a Shenzhou coin with my Zhiming...... Woohoo......"

Although the uncle's words were a little inexplicable, wasn't Crane Daxian the Zhiming in his mouth? But seeing that he didn't mean to blame himself, Tang Linkun couldn't say anything more? Then wait until his emotions have been vented enough!

The anguished uncle suddenly let out a long crane chirp, and the sound rushed to Jiugao.

There is a strange wind in the crane. The height of the crane, the clarity of the mountain, the clarity of the lake, the tranquility of the trees, the amount of information is so large that it is like a picture showing in Tang Linkun's eyes.

"Zhiming, I hurt you, I shouldn't have given you to the Queen Mother of the West, you are a crane, what kind of immortal have you become? Don't you know how sinister Heavenly Court is?"

Tang Linkun was shocked, how could he hear so much content from this cry.

The chirp from the uncle's mouth turned into a crane chirping, like a cry. The wilderness is clear, the mountains are clear, the fish float on the beach, and the abyss and pond frolic are playing, and another vivid picture slowly opens in front of Tang Linkun.

"Zhiming, the wife I married you, if you are not satisfied, you can tell me, will you fly away......? Don't you know that Jiaojiao has been waiting for you?"

Tang Linkun was almost confused by the beautiful crane song coming out of his uncle's mouth, what was going on? How could I understand the crane language? Tang Linkun, who had come to his senses, his eyes fell on the lame red-crowned crane that the uncle had embraced.

I just heard it say, "Stinky boy, what are you looking at? Don't you know that people are sad?"

"I'm sorry!" Tang Linkun replied with Heming who came with his mouth open.

Tang Linkun finally understood that because he had absorbed most of the immortal honey of the Crane Great Immortal, he had inadvertently mastered the most beautiful and picturesque crane language in the world.

"Uncle, please mourn and change. Tang Linkun felt that it was much easier to speak the crane language, and his voice was not hoarse.

The uncle's mood finally calmed down slowly, and he said, "Thank you for sending Zhiming back, Jiaojiao, thank you for coming over." ”

The lame red-crowned crane jumped over and pecked Tang Linkun's instep gently. Tang Linkun touched her neck with his hand, and everything was silent among the people.

"Uncle, you ......"

Tang Linkun saw that the uncle had dug the pit he had dug and covered it back with his feet......, and he was very incomprehensible. Don't......

"There's no sunlight here, and it's easy to get hypochondriasis. I'll find another place for Zhiming to move towards the sun!"

Tang Linkun was deeply moved by this heavy love, not a kind person who is obsessed with love and has great love, and he can't say such considerate words. Tang Linkun suddenly had a deep affection for this uncle, although he didn't know what his name was?

Uncle and Tang Linkun dug a big pit facing north and south on a small hillside with fragrant birds and flowers, green grass and sunny sunshine, put a layer of flowers on it, put the box in, covered a fine pile sheet, and then re-laid the turf.

The temperature on the mountain peak is already low, and as soon as the sun sets, the chill is bursting. The red-crowned crane called Jiaojiao lay beside Crane Daxian and whispered to the Crane Daxian underground. Tang Linkun wanted to pick up the trembling Jiaojiao and go back to Maoliao.

"Forget it, just let Jiaojiao stay here! Zhiming is gone, she won't live alone, long pain is better than short pain......"

Before Tang Linkun followed the uncle to the bottom of the slope, there was a faint crane chirping.

The crane language reveals the loneliness of a small catastrophe (16 million years), and it is difficult to arrange the scene. The courtyard moss invaded the steps, the thin bones were cold, and the dream became sad, this picture made Tang Linkun's tears roll down like beads.

"Jiaojiao-!"

The uncle rushed up the hill like crazy, Tang Linkun flew up directly, his delicate head was deeply inserted into the mud, and he didn't move, it seemed that he had gone with Brother Zhiming.

It wasn't until the hoarfrost paved the ground that the uncle and Tang Linkun returned to Maoliao.

"Uncle, I'm leaving, take care!" Tang Linkun's voice was as if it had been roasted by fire, it was dry and dry, and he was laborious when he said it, and the uncle was uncomfortable listening to it.

"Have you turned mortals into mortals?" said the uncle suddenly.

No, is it his own bloodstone failure? This was Tang Linkun's first reaction.

"I didn't read your mind, I had an experience like you. The uncle said in crane language.

Tang Linkun was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and nodded again.

"In these years, there are not many people who are willing to use their immortal honey to turn mortals into immortals. Uncle said with a sigh.

"It's to help a good friend of mine, not worth mentioning. Tang Linkun also replied in a more effortless crane language.

It's a wonderful feeling, in the dead of night, two men who don't know each other's names are communicating in crane language, and after each crane chirp, the kind of picture that expresses deeper emotions brings makes Tang Linkun feel fresh and curious.

Uncle is probably also chatting with someone in crane language for the first time, and Ichifu looks like he's enjoying it.

"Uncle, I think this crane language is more expressive than other languages, what do you say?"

"That's nature, or how to say that the crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the wild!"

The uncle got up and scooped a bamboo tube of water for Tang Linkun, "This water is melted by ten thousand years of ice, if you drink a bamboo tube, your throat will be more comfortable." ”

Tang Linkun drank a bamboo tube, and the effect was immediate, and sure enough, the burning sensation in his throat disappeared at once, "Thank you, uncle!"

"Speaking of thanks, I should thank you even more, you have come all the way to send Zhiming back, and I have been concerned for many years. ”

"Hey, if you know Jiaojiao, you will be because of ...... If you die of martyrdom, it's better not to send it back, and take another one, it's not worth it. The picture provided by Tang Linkun is full of guilt and depression.

"It can't be said that Jiaojiao will not be happy if she lives in waiting all her life. That's good......"

In the picture provided by the uncle, there are two cranes dancing with graceful spirits, and their necks are intertwined with each other......

"Young man, can you be my apprentice?" the uncle interrupted Tang Linkun's endless reverie.

Tang Linkun pondered for a moment, then respectfully got up and saluted his uncle, "Thank you, uncle, I already have a master, and my master is the original Rope Palace Master Liu He." ”

"Yes, this foolish fairy is discerning, since you already have a master, I can't snatch love with a sword, you say! I can fulfill your three wishes, you just ask. ”

The uncle's tone was quite loud, but his face was sincere.

"Thank you uncle for your kindness, I'...... My wish, I want to rely on my own efforts to achieve it, it seems more meaningful. ”

"Haha!"

The uncle almost flew up laughing, "Interesting, you kid has a backbone, and he is very angry with me." That's it, that's it, it's my own passion. ”

"Boy, do you know who I am?"

Tang Linkun shook his head blankly, although the uncle called him a brat, he didn't feel anything wrong. Because in the picture of the crane language prompt, there are auspicious clouds, five-colored dragons circling, and the sound of bells and drums, no matter how stupid Tang Linkun is, he knows that this uncle must be a fairy-level immortal.

"At least Dasen!"

Tang Linkun's language was born from the heart and blurted out.

"Well, some Huigen, but guess small. ”

"Supreme Immortal!?"

Seeing that the uncle was still shaking his head, Tang Linkun didn't know how to answer for a while.

Above the Supreme Immortal, isn't it the Eastern Prince, the Jade Emperor and other heavenly court celebrities?

"You're the prince of the East?"

Tang Linkun had the courage to blind one, because of such a high-level immortal, he had only seen the prince of the east.

The uncle was still smiling and shaking his head, Tang Linkun also shook his head, and said honestly: "Uncle, I can't guess, the biggest immortal I've ever seen is the prince of the east." ”

"I'm Lu Zhuan Daojun, have you heard of it?" The uncle looked nervous, afraid that Tang Linkun would say an answer that he didn't want to hear the most - I hadn't heard of it.

"Ah!!h

Tang Linkun leaned back and sat on the ground.

"You are the Holy Immortal Lu Zhudao Jun, the Holy Immortal is above, Tang Linkun, the palace master of the Rope Palace, knocks to see ......"

"Oh, well, don't do this, you still call me uncle! ”

"Don't dare, Holy Immortal, please forgive me......"

Tang Linkun raised his head, uncle, no, the holy immortal is no longer in Maoliao.

"Boy, there will be a period later!"

After a crane chirped, there was only the whirring mountain wind. The last picture is not frozen, and it beats forward frame by frame: the wind is light, the sky is wild, the mountains and rivers are splendid, the wind is blowing, playing and singing, and the drunken throwing pot is ......

It must be that he fell into the cliché of rhetoric, which made the saint immortal feel bored. Tang Linkun sat on the ground for a long time and didn't get up, why was he so stupid? Three wishes, three wishes, three wishes, were all pushed by himself.

Regarding Lu Jian Daojun, Tang Linkun knew something about it in a book in Heavenly Court:

There were a few words that slipped out of his mouth and said, "Hongjun Ancestor is the first immortal, and the disciple Pangu opened the sky at the beginning." There is Hongjun first, and then there is the sky, and Lu Zhuan Daojun is still ahead. ”

That's what I'm talking about, and the appearance of the later people is all from Lu Jian Daojun. The four major disciples of the founding Yuanling: Hongjun Ancestor, Mixed Kun Patriarch, Nuwa Niangniang and Lu Zhuan Daojun, the first three have deep Taoist skills and the merits of founding the sect are really groundbreaking.

Lu Zhuan Daojun's nephews Taishang Laojun, Rulai, etc., still respect him as a junior uncle, and those who know also respect him as Lu Zhuan Daojun, among the junior immortals, but those who hear it are insignificant.

Lu Zhuan Daojun is the essence of leaving the fire. Flying out of the Three Realms is not in the Five Elements. The Three Holy Emperors of the Fire Cloud are not in the court, and the Yao Chi and the Emperor of Heaven are ignored in the middle. Not in the Three Religions, not in the Land of Bliss. It is not under the control of the king, and it is not subject to the earth. Xiaoxiao is free to swim with me, and she is free to scatter the saints.

Tang Linkun rushed out of the Maoliao and sighed at the night sky with floating clouds, "Holy Immortal, you wait, I don't want three wishes, only one wish I ask you to help me realize it." ”

The mountain wind blew Tang Linkun's cranes away...... (To be continued.) )