In today's prehistoric world, after the Battle of Proclaiming Gods, the Eastern Xuanmen, Western Buddhism, and Heaven have become a deformed three-legged framework. Of course, this requires the power of Qingyang Island. Haotian uses quasi-saint cultivation to cultivate quasi-saints.

It is already proud enough to stand between the two major forces. Although it is undeniable that he is still the weakest. However, there is Qingyang Island behind the Heavenly Court, which is another matter.

In fact, whether it is the West's leverage to force or the East's inaction, they are actually looking at the actions of the Heavenly Court, because in some aspects, the Heavenly Court is the person who is on the prehistoric land of Qingyang Island, and Haotian comes from some kind of

To a degree, it represents the attitude of Qingyang Island, which makes people very afraid.

But now Qingyang Daozun has played such a move, black and white killing, black and white chess and white chess are all from Qingyang Island, which makes people confused. It makes people unable to see clearly, this profound Qingyang Dao

What exactly does Zun want to do? Under the way of heaven, I seemed to understand a little, and Jie Yin also saw a side. In this way, he gave admiration and extremely noble evaluation to the terrifying uncle.

The battle between the many demons in Xihe Niuzhou is still continuing. This can be said to be a large-scale battle, and it has also immersed the vast land in the world of starvation. Although it is not a disaster for all living beings, this

There seems to be no good war or bad peace in the world.

However, sometimes, such actions are just like children playing house for some people.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple, there is a fiery red hair, the old Taoist with a fiery red Taoist robe and the old Taoist with a green Yin-Yang Taoist robe sitting opposite each other. In Wuzhuang Temple, it blooms every three thousand years, bears every three thousand years, and matures every three thousand years

Ginseng fruit constantly emits a quiet spiritual energy and fruity aroma, making people salivate.

The two old Taoists who sit opposite each other and play tea and chess are not Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi under the Heavenly Dao. Who are they? If there is really Xiaoyao Sanren in this world, these two must be two of them.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were not involved in the great sect, and there were no disciples. Zhen Yuanzi was just two boys, Qingfeng Mingyue, while Hongyun was a bachelor.

The saint under the Heavenly Way, if he can be as free and leisurely as two people, he may be Nuwa.

However, Nuwa's Imperial Palace is outside the thirty-third heaven and in the chaotic space. The palace is inevitably cold. Where can there be the quiet, elegant and comfortable view of Zhenyuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple? It also has this ginseng fruit tree.

The Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain has become a fairyland on the prehistoric land.

Since Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi became saints, they have rarely appeared in Wuzhuang Temple. Hongyun does not have his own temple, but he is the only one in the temple, which is inevitably a little deserted. At the strong request of Zhen Yuanzi, this old friend,

Hongyun moved directly to Wuzhuangguan and Zhen Yuanzi to play a gang. The two played chess and tea every day, and their lives were comfortable.

However, even if these two people don’t leave their homes, they are not unaware of the prehistoric trends and the news of the Three Realms. After all, they are all saints, so there are no saints who know nothing. Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi really hope for what they are.

I don’t know, but everyone always has curiosity and gossip thoughts.

"Old friend, your ginseng fruit is ripe again!" Hongyun sighed secretly, and looked at the life fruit that shone with golden light in the yard and laughed like a baby silver bell, and said in a faint voice.

Zhen Yuanzi naturally understood how sad and sad the old friend's sigh was. His wide sleeves gradually raised. His fingers that he wanted to make a move were loosened, and the white jade-like chess piece in his hand slid down instantly, landing accurately.

In the chess basket made of purple bamboo basket, his eyes looked over in the direction of the red clouds.

"Nine thousand years, another nine thousand years!" Zhen Yuanzi suddenly spoke and sighed.

Then the two raised their eyes and looked at each other and smiled. In this Wuzhuang Temple, they no longer knew how many times they saw the flowers bloom and fall, and how many times they saw the ginseng fruit tree matured. Old but not dead is a thief, and the two have been in the sky since the two of them opened up.

Since then, I have been living in this vast land, and now I feel a little tired of it.

"You said, is immortality a boring thing?" Zhen Yuanzi pinched his palm, chuckled and laughed at himself. He seemed to be talking to Hongyun, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Maybe it is!"

Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand and said to the two handsome young Taoist boys not far away: "Clean breeze and bright moon, come here!"

The little Taoist boy soon trotted to Zhen Yuanzi and saluted respectfully: "I have met the master and the master Hongyun, but I don't know what the master has to give!"

"The ginseng fruit tree is ripe, you two go and get the golden hammer. Take the forty-nine fruits and send them to the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain, five to the Eight Scenic Palace of Shouyang Mountain, five to the Eight Scenic Palace of Shouyang Mountain, five to the Five

Send to Jinao Island, East China Sea. Two to Heaven, and the remaining fruits are sent to Qingyang Island, North China Sea!” Zhen Yuanzi ordered slowly. Just like what he said after the ginseng fruit tree is ripe

Same.

Hongyun was not surprised, and he pinched his beard and said with a faint smile: "Baihai Qingyang Island, Brother Qingyang is a weird person who uses Zhonghuangli to make wine. I guess he won't care about these fruits of you!"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled gently and said, "You and I became saints all through cultivation by Brother Taoism. Wuzhuang Temple cannot produce anything more conspicuous. Just treat these fruits as polite!" Hongyun was not talking, just

When talking about the handsome Taoist brother Fengshen, the smile on his face began to become a little weird.

Waving his wide sleeves, Zhen Yuanzi said to the two boys: "Go, go, be careful!"

"No, I will follow the instructions of the master!" Soon, the two boys rushed into the garden and started the work at hand. Ginseng fruit, mortals can live to 360 years old by just smelling it.

It is even more amazing to eat one. However, in the eyes of Qingfeng and Mingyue, I don’t even know how much I have eaten these years, and I don’t care much.

Looking at the busy figures of the two little boys, it seemed that they were aroused by Hongyun's words just now. Zhen Yuanzi asked in a faint voice: "Old friend, what do you mean by Brother Qingyang in this game? I

Some of them can't understand!"

Hongyun sighed, and the smile on her face became even brighter. She shook her hand and smiled: "It's okay to not understand, it's okay to not understand! Sometimes, if you see everything clearly, you will lose the original freshness.

Now the two Westerners have a few days in hand and don’t have to do anything. Just watch quietly. Watch quietly and it will be natural. The three Easterners need to do some effort."

After pausing his voice, Hongyun spoke again with some confusion: "But, the two Westerners are a little impatient now, while the three Easterners seem to be in their hands, which is a bit strangely quiet. I really don't know their confidence
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