In today's prehistoric world, after the Battle of Proclaiming Gods, the Eastern Xuanmen, Western Buddhism, and Heavenly Court have become a deformed three-legged three-legged tripod framework. Of course, this is apart from the power of Qingyang Island. Haotian is proud enough to stand between the two major forces with his quasi-saint cultivation. Although it is undeniable that he is still the weakest one. However, the figure of Qingyang Island behind the Heavenly Court 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. To a certain extent, Haotian represents the attitude of Qingyang Island, which makes people very afraid.

But now Qingyang Dao Zun 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 what this profound Qingyang Dao Zun wants to do. Under the way of heaven, I seem to understand a little, and Jie Yin also sees a side. In this alone, he admires and has a very noble evaluation of 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 once again immersed the prehistoric land in the situation of starvation. Although it is not a disaster for all living beings, there seems to be no good war or bad peace in this world.

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

In Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple, the old Taoist with fiery red hair and the old Taoist with a fiery red Taoist robe and the old Taoist with a green Yin-Yang Taoist robe are sitting opposite each other. In Wuzhuang Temple, the ginseng fruit, which blooms every three thousand years, bears every three thousand years, and ripensicle fruits that continue to emit a quiet spiritual energy and fruit fragrance, making people salivate.

The two old Taoists who sit opposite each other and play tea and chess are not Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi under the Heavenly Dao. Who are they? If there are really Xiaoyao Sanren in this world, these two must be the second one. Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun are not involved in the great sect, and there are no disciples. Zhenyuanzi is just two boys, Qingfeng Mingyue, while Hongyun is 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, comfortable and pleasant place of the Wuzhuang Temple in Zhenyuanzi? In addition to 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 a little deserted. At the strong request of his old friend Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun moved directly to Wuzhuang Temple and Zhen Yuanzi to play a gang. The two of them 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 that they don’t know anything, 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, and his fingers that he wanted to make a move were loosened. The white jade-like chess piece in his hand instantly slid down, accurately landing in the chess basket made of purple bamboo baskets. 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 the Wuzhuang Temple, they no longer knew how many times they had seen the flowers bloom and fall, and how many times they had seen the ripening fruit trees. Old but not dead is a thief. They have lived on this vast land since the sky was opened. Now they think about it and are 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 the forty-nine fruits, five to the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain, five to the Eight Scenic Palace of Shouyang Mountain, and five to the Jinao Island of the East China Sea. Two to the Heavenly Court, and the remaining fruits will be sent to Qingyang Island of Beihai!" Zhen Yuanzi ordered slowly, just as he said after the ginseng fruit tree is ripe.

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 softly and said, "You and I became saints all through cultivation and creation by Brother Taoism. Wuzhuang Temple cannot produce anything more conspicuous. Just treat these fruits as polite!" Hongyun didn't say anything, but just mentioned the handsome brother of Fengshen, and 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 can be lived to be 360 ​​years old by just smelling it, and eating one is even more amazing. However, in the eyes of Qingfeng and Mingyue, if you don't talk about smelling it over the years, you don't know how much you have eaten, and you don't care much.

Looking at the busy figures of the two little boys, as if 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 can't understand it!"

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 lose the original freshness. Now the two Westerners have days in their hands, and you don't have to do anything, just watch quietly. Just watch quietly, it will be natural. And the three Easterners need to do some effort."
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