"Teacher, where are you...the little fox is back..."

The little fox's cry was confused and helpless, which made people feel quite distressed.

Donghuang Taiyi stared at it like this.

Obviously, she had already passed in front of him, but because of the magic and magical power, she didn't know he was here, and she missed him time and time again.

This scene comes from the memory of Donghuang Taiyi, that is, the young Taoist.

The dialogue between Donghuang Taiyi and Chaos Zhong is the most important thing that all the immortals pay attention to.

The weapon spirit of Chaos Bell looks like a young woman. Her face and figure are meaningless. She can change it at will if she likes, but her personality is quite impressive.

Zhong Ling folded his arms, leaned against the door frame, and frowned at the young Taoist.

"Don't you also like this little fox? Regardless of whether you want to be a Taoist monk or not, weren't you very happy when you were her teacher?"

"Does it make sense?"

For the young Taoist and Zhong Ling, these years are indeed nothing.

The young Taoist asked in a low voice.

"You have been shaken many times, Taiyi.

"But why should I resist him? Everything I have is given by him."

"He cannot control all changes, otherwise he would not have started making these arrangements to eliminate those possibilities in the distant past."

"Do you really not like her? If you don't like her, then why are you protecting her all the way?"

Zhong Ling asked: "Then why don't you try to resist him? I can help you, if it's you."

He lowered his head and sighed softly: "No need to persuade me, this is just a bad fate."

The little fox became more and more disappointed, but refused to leave for a long time.

"I have been watching you since you were a child. You are like half of my son. Your nature should not be like this. You have nothing to do with those conspiracies and calculations. Your father..."

"The Lich War is the most critical part of the general trend of the world set by my father. I must devote myself wholeheartedly to it. The witch clan has the blood of Pangu and must cut off this part of the threat.

Zhong Ling said calmly:

"If you are dissatisfied, why don't you try to negotiate with your father?

"Shouldn't I fulfill his ideals and wishes?"

"Pangu Yuan Shen is already troublesome enough, let alone the resurrection of the Yuan Shen and the divine body at the same time."

“It’s fun playing with my feelings, isn’t it!

"This is really just a coincidence. You just accidentally met a little fox carrying the bloodline of the ancient ferocious beast Nine-tailed Fox. Under your guidance and cultivation, she awakened the bloodline of her ancestors.

Zhong Ling was silent.

The young Taoist murmured in a low voice.

The young Taoist murmured:

"Sorry, my heart is a little fluctuating..."

His voice was calm at first, but then became more and more excited:

"From the creation of the world to the end of my father's arrangements, everything is related to him, but you say that the little fox has nothing to do with him.

"This is just your excuse."

"Taiyi, you don't have to suffer so much. If you think she is good, you can experience the joy of a living being, and your father will be happy to see it.

Zhong Ling sighed softly: "I know you are struggling with her identity, but...it really has nothing to do with your father."

"no connection?"

"It's that simple.

"You know everything and you just hide everything from me, right?"

"I was just in a bad mood and wanted to take on a disciple. Then I met a little fox by chance. On a whim, I brought the little fox back to this seclusion. I trained her little by little, transformed, and grew up. Then, she awakened her ancient bloodline, and in the future she would become The nine-tailed fox in The Great Tribulation of the Gods, Su Daji’s main soul, told me that this matter has nothing to do with my father!

The young Taoist's smile was very complicated, full of mockery, but it seemed that he was mocking himself.

"What can you resist?

The young Taoist closed his eyes and breathed out softly.

Zhong Ling stopped trying to persuade him and turned to look at the little fox wandering outside the door. The scene in the white mist seemed to be frozen.

Zhong Ling was puzzled: "Is it meaningless? Isn't that what you said? What gives color to the years is the aura in our hearts. Isn't she your aura?"

The young Taoist was silent.

The young Taoist smiled bitterly:

Zhong Ling said:

"Even if the way of heaven is perfect, variables must be allowed to exist.

"I'm not qualified to find happiness."

"He is just a stubborn old man. He is already suffering from being bound by his own obsession. I am just his creation, used to act as the so-called innate power.

"My mission will begin soon, you know.

"He is indeed not planning the Nine-Tailed Fox incident. Taiqing has recently noticed anomalies in the way of heaven, and he has not given me any orders for a long time.

"He doesn't need me as a son anymore, does he?"

The sun rises and sets, the morning glow and the setting sun linger back and forth.

The little fox wandered here for three days, five days, one month, two months...

She already admitted that her teacher didn't want to see her.

But she still didn't want to leave.

Following the location of her teacher's thatched cottage in her memory, she built a small bamboo hut not far from the next door, and then curled up on the wooden bed in the bamboo hut, staring blankly.

The little fox remained thus depressed for several months;

One day when the morning sun rose, she pushed open the bamboo hut and continued to appear in the river valley radiantly.

"Well! From now on, I will be the teacher's registered disciple! I want to carry forward the cultivation techniques that the teacher taught me!"

In the courtyard next door where she was invisible, the young Taoist who was drinking was suddenly choked.

Later, this little fox really took in a bunch of mountain elves, and the bamboo house quickly turned into a chicken coop, a doghouse, and a birdcage...

The little fox began his leisurely days of preaching and teaching every day.

She didn't realize at this time that her teacher was beside her.

In fact, this already has a big flaw;

In other words, this river valley was considered a blessed place for spiritual practice in ancient times, but masters who passed through this place would subconsciously avoid this area.

The next dozen or so groups of pictures all have similar scenes.

The little fox opens a zoo in the bamboo house;

The young Taoist watched the little fox in front of the hut next door.

He drank less and less, and the smiles on his face gradually increased. It seemed that all his worries had been forgotten, and there was nothing in the world that could worry him.

…

In the Lingxiao Palace.

Li Pingan, who was watching this scene, unconsciously raised his head and glanced at the remnant soul of Donghuang Taiyi.

All the immortals were immersed in these scenes where the memories of the young Taoist and the little fox converged, but Li Ping'an had already begun to think about the series of problems hidden behind them.

Donghuang Tai couldn't help himself.

The father he spoke of should be his transcendent teacher, the sun-drenched old man.

This also confirmed Li Ping'an's previous inference.

Donghuang Taiyi is the chess piece of the Transcendent, and it is a very heavy chess piece. The purpose of his existence is to cripple the witch clan and kill the twelve ancestor witches.

this?

The ancient Hongjun, the ancient Donghuang Taiyi, plus Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Li Ping'an suddenly realized that his teacher had woven a big net, which contained the world and the strong man that the teacher was really afraid of - Sanqing.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, continuing to search for something in those lights and shadows.

Although the story of the little fox is poignant, to Li Pingan, it is just a story.

He is a pragmatist, and what he cares about is the conversation between Donghuang Taiyi and Chaos Zhong, which contains a lot of useful information.

The reason why these memories are revealed is actually Laojun's handiwork.

Li Ping'an glanced at a dozen pictures that were warm and even a little sweet to outsiders. He was about to read all the way when he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring at him.
To be continued...