Great Landlord: Pangu is my parent's worker

A gourd vine with seven gourds of different colors.

Could it be a genetic mutation?

Lu Xuan looked at the gourd vine in front of him.

I don’t think it’s precious.

I think it’s interesting.

Reminds him of the cartoons of Huluwa that he has watched.

Will this gourd also jump out of the gourd baby?

But Lu Xuan just thinks that he won’t take cartoons seriously.

In his opinion, this gourd may be similar to the kind of play gourd in his previous life.

The color of these gourds is very bright, similar to jade.

And the shape is rounded and soft.

Suitable for gripping and playing.

When it comes to literary play, it is quite valuable.

If you meet someone who knows how to do it, you may sell it at a sky-high price.

By the way, Lao Hong that guy is an old pedant, will he also like the play of literature.

Lu Xuan had a good impression of Lao Hong and always sent him treasures and points.

Lu Xuan did not speak, and the ancestors waited nervously.

Hongji several avenue saints did not know Lu Xuan’s thoughts, let alone interject.

Only Miaoling took over the Seven Treasures Gourd Vine in Houtu.

“This is a good thing, it’s a pity that it hasn’t been cultivated, the first six fires can’t be reached, and the last one is going to die, but fortunately I met me.”

Lu Xuan was overjoyed after hearing this, Miaoling is a florist, and he must know the value of the gourd vine.

Miaoling says it’s a good thing, but it can’t be wrong.

“Miaoling, this gourd vine will be handed over to you, you will cultivate him for me.”

Miaoling’s eyes flashed, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, not knowing what funny things came to mind.

“Brother Lu, you promised us.”

“Of course, now start grilling skewers, eat meat, and when you go back, remember to carry the barbecue seasoning back.”

The ancestral witches all stood up and saluted Lu Xuan excitedly:

“Thank you, Lord Landlord, for your success.”

The barbecue continued, the ancestral witches feasted, and soon all reached the middle of the quasi-saint.

The Heavenly Dao-level Taikoo Mo Qilin is difficult to submit even to Zu Wu.

The essence energy that can be contained in the body has reached the limit, and he can only say goodbye to Lu Xuan.

Carrying the barbecue seasoning, he left the small courtyard.

………

“By the end of the second talk, you can retire to your own cultivation.”

“Dijun, Taiyi, you come with me.”

Di Juntaiyi glanced at each other, originally they planned to go out and rob the Prince of the East.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun stopped them.

Could it be that Hongjun discovered their intentions?

In order to protect the Eastern Maharajah, they were specially transferred away?

Prince Dong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

For Dijun Taiyi, he was still a little afraid.

Both of them are quasi-saints, he is only the peak of Da Luo, and his subordinates are also Da Luo Golden Immortals.

Not at all Dijun Taiyi’s opponent.

The Prince of the East secretly decided in his heart.

If you go back, you will retreat, and you must cultivate to the quasi-holy realm.

Sanqing did not leave either.

They all have a deep understanding of Hongjun’s way of beheading three corpses.

But there is no magic weapon to behead the corpse.

Primitive and Babel feel like they have missed the big opportunity.

I want to ask the saint what he missed.

Unexpectedly, before they spoke, Hongjun had already called Dijun Taiyi away.

This made Sanqing very depressed, especially Primordial, but also jealous and hateful, and even more angry with Dijun.

Came to the main hall of the Zixiao Palace, Hongjunpan sat on the futon, so that Emperor Juntaiyi also sat down.

“Dijun, Taiyi, you are destined to do something great, you must not give up on yourselves.”

“The saint may have misunderstood, our brothers have been working hard.”

Di Jun did not agree with Hongjun’s words.

Since meeting the landlord in the small courtyard.

Di Jun remembered the landlord’s admonition.

When it is time to fight, we must work hard, not provoke.

He will only work harder than before and will never give up on himself.

Hongjun had a little headache, how could this Dijun not follow him at all.

He was a saint, and he spoke to him so strongly.

Hongjun didn’t know that Di Juntai only had a landlord in his heart.

It didn’t matter much to him as a saint at all.

“Emperor Juntaiyi, you are the protagonists of the future flood and desolation trend, and your companion magic weapon is also the key to the general trend, so you must not lose it again.”

Hongjun took out the Chaos Bell and the River Tuluo Book, waiting to see the ecstatic looks of the two.

Di Juntai’s face changed greatly.

The landlord strengthened their physique for them, and gave them the Mixed Yuan Separation Fire Essence to enhance the origin.

It also taught them the state of mind to move forward.

Compared to these, the Chaos Bell and the River Tuluo Book that they honored the landlord were not worth mentioning at all.

Hongjun actually took these two things back.

Doesn’t this embarrass them at the landlord?

“Dao Zu, why are you doing this?”

“This is our filial piety to Lord Landlord, it is our honor that he can be subordinate, how can we behave when you take it back?”

Hong Jun was stunned.

What a situation here.

He paid for the Baolian Lantern, the Twelve Pin Golden Lotus, the Yellow Banner of the Central Pentum, and the Four Swords of the Immortals.

Such a huge price exchanged the magic weapon for the two.

Not only was the two not grateful, but they also questioned him.

Did he still do it wrong?

The green tendons of Hongjun’s brain jumped.

If it weren’t for the flood situation.

He had already slapped Di Juntai to death.

“These two magic weapons, do you want them or not.”