Legend of the Cultivation God

Seeing this long green child recognizes himself at a glance, Xiao Hua is not surprised, even the Yi Yunguo's You Yun and Sima Shijia's Sima Minghong have heard their own names. As a Taoist, the Evergreens cannot have their own images. However, Xiao Hua does not know that he has become a great hero of how to be powerful under the heart of Qingxu.

"You'll all be up!" Xiao Hua raised his hand and smiled. "I don't think Xiaomou's reputation is so fast, even Xuzhou's Taoist friends know."

"Real people are too modest!" Chang Qingzi laughed. "The real people killed thousands of soldiers in the Black Wind Ridge. It is also a great show that defeats the Qingyuan Zhenjun and makes the face of the fairy palace lose. The door of the mainland has a sigh of relief. Now, on the mainland of the Tibetan immortals, who does not know the name of Xiao Zhenren? Who doesn’t want to see Xiaozhen’s style?”

"Hey, where is the fierce battle in the Black Wind Ridge as the Taoist friend said?" Xiao Hua waved, "Xiao Mou believes that it is not the enemy of Qingyuan, but he is holding a man under his hand. Forcing him to open the sky, Xiaomou barely escaped a life!"

Where will Changqingzi believe? He smiled and said: "Xiao Zhenren is laughing. Qingyuan Zhenjun is destined to live in the black wind ridge. How could he let go of a real person because of a fairy life? Nowadays Heroic deeds have spread throughout the Tibetan mainland, and real people don’t have to hide anything anymore!"

"Grandma's, Xiaomou understands!" Xiaohua felt a bitter smile, he already understood the intentions of Qingxu real people. Xiao Hua is not willing to surrender to the ancestors of Hongmeng, and Qingxu real people will create momentum for Xiaohua, let Xiaohua’s reputation rise, attract the attention of Confucianism and the Immortal Palace, and repair the Yuanli’s four grades by Xiaohua. For fear, it is impossible to cope with these contempt. When Xiaohua has no way to go, Xiao Hua will have to go to Hongmeng. Where can I know what the real person can be? Xiaohua is the strength of Yuanli’s four products. He preaches Xiaohua’s prestige... It’s really true that Xiaohua’s earth-shattering things are no match. Defeat Sun Hao, killing tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers, but these things are not known for the time being.

It is said that there is no heart to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to insert a willow, but nothing is true!

Xiao Hua didn't want to explain anything more than the bitter smile. The Changqingzi was also swearing: "Xiao Zhenren, please go to the younger generation to serve tea."

"Good!" Xiao Hua nodded, with Changqingzi and others falling. The younger brother of the same length offered the spirit tea personally, and respectfully accompanied a few mouthfuls. Changqingzi asked carefully: "I don't know if the real person came to Fengxiangguo today, what can I tell?"

"The old man was passing by Fengxiangguo. He could see Fengxiangguo in the air, and Fengxiangguo was surrounded by famines. There were countless refugees. It was the reason to fall down and ask the situation!" Xiaohua had already thought about it, with his face on his face. The answer is replied.

"Hey, Xiao Zhenren is really compassionate!" Upon hearing the famine, Changqingzi’s face was sad and said, "The younger generation is worrying about this time! Although the younger generation is already in the realm of Yuan Ying, if it is out of thin air, let Fengxiang The people of the country can't get through the famine, but Feng Xiangguo is a country of Confucianism. Although they haven't gotten to the point of being with Fengxiang, I can't help them with some food. Of course, recently. The famines are constantly raging, and the countries of Confucianism are equally difficult, and they can’t blame them."

"Oh, the old man came to see you today!" Xiaohua no longer asked, and reached out, "You take a few bags!"

"Xiao Zhenren is this..." Happiness is too sudden, and Changqingzi can't believe it. It is very wrong to ask.

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "The old man occasionally got some years of grain and food. He didn't care about it before. Now he passed Fengxiangguo and gave it to the Taoist friend.

"Good!" Chang Qingzi was really happy, and hurriedly told his disciples to send a few Qiankun bags. Xiao Hua pretended to take out a Qiankun bag and put the grain in the space in several Qiankun bags, and then handed it to Changqingzi. Evergreen God read it and saw a lot of food in the Qiankun bag. He was surprised in his eyes. He has never seen so many kinds of food in his life!

"The old man has only so much food, I don't know if it is enough?" Xiao Hua was a little proud of her heart, but her tone was still unacceptable.

"Enough, enough~" Changqingzi thought that Xiaohua had not been in charge of a country. He did not know how much food was enough. For the monks, there was no special difference between grain and stone. Most of them were less monks. I replied in a hurry and cautiously, "Only 30% of the food is enough for the people of Lixiang, who are in Fengxiang, and even if they leave the grain, they can use less than 40%."

"That's good, you can keep the rest of the food!" Xiao Hua waved. "If you can, the old man suggests that you distribute these surplus food to the countries of Confucianism around you, and you can make good use of these countries."

"President's suggestion will be carefully considered by the younger generation!" Changqingzi smiled very easily. While answering Xiaohua, he waved his hand to disciples and handed them to the Qiankun bag. They ordered the royal palace to be handed over to the victims.

Then Changqingzi respectfully said: "Xiao predecessors, you wait for a while, the younger generation will put down a banquet to express the gratitude of the younger generation."

"No need!" Xiao Hua waved. "The old man still has some things. Just ask you a few questions and you are leaving."

"Predecessors don't have to worry so much..." Chang Qingzi said in a hurry. "There is a banquet in the left and right. If the younger generations don't do the friendship of the landlord, they can't live in the heart!"

"Oh, your heart is led by the old man!" Xiao Hua smiled. "The old man's affairs are urgent and cannot stay here for a long time."

"Well, I don't know what the younger generation can do for the predecessors!" Changqingzi had to ask.

"Can Fengxiang have any family of Confucianism in China?" Xiao Hua tried to find out.

"A family of Confucianism?" Changqingzi was awkward, and then his eyes turned and smiled. "Predecessors want to find a Confucian family in the country where I am a country. It is a tough thing!"

"Then... Is there any monk of Confucianism?" Xiao Hua still does not give up his heart. After all, the right to tour is a Confucianism, and his old deeds are also more likely to be Confucianism!

"The monks of Confucianism are natural, and quite a lot!" Chang Qingzi replied, "I don't know which seniors are looking for?"

"Is there a roster?" Xiao Hua asked without hesitation.

Waiting for Changqingzi to take out the jade and hand it to Xiaohua, looking at the dense name, Xiaohua has the feeling of finding a needle in a haystack, but unfortunately he is obsessed with the use of eyesight carefully, and no name can cause His attention.

"But it!" Xiao Hua returned the jade to the evergreen son, and sighed in his heart. "It may be like Yun Yun said. The words left by the tour rights are not necessarily true."

"What are the seniors looking for?" Chang Qingzi took the jade, looked down at the ground, and immediately asked.

Xiao Hua got up and smiled: "The old man is looking for a young Confucian student. Who is it, the old man has no special description... It seems that it should not be in Fengxiang."

Evergreen suddenly woke up and pressed his voice and asked: "Xiao Zhenren, you... Are you looking for Zhu?"

"Zhu Jia?" Xiao Hua a glimpse.

"Yeah, Zhu family in Wuyuan County!" Changqingzi nodded. "The Wuyuan County is in the northern part of the territory of Fengxiang. The name of the Zhujia family today is Zhu Cheng. The Zhu family's son Zhu Xi is a young Confucian school. Son."

“Zhu’s family is in Fengxiangguo?” Xiao Hua stopped his footsteps. “Don’t you say that Fengxiangguo does not have a Confucian family?”

"Oh, the predecessors did not know, the Zhu family has long been broken, and now can not be regarded as a family of Confucianism." Changqingzi accompanied the laughter, "and not the predecessors, if there is this Zhu family, the younger generation is afraid that it is still not here. The country of Fengxiang National Road!"

"Hey, how do you say this?" Xiao Hua thought, and thought of the bones that Zhu Cheng gave to himself on the same day, and asked at the same time.

Changqingzi smiled and said: "I must know that the predecessors knew that the Zhu family had been a saint like Zhu Xi. Now that they have fallen in the family, can any Confucianism dare to sneak in front of Zhujiamen? Which monk dares to establish a country in Fengxiang The predecessors looked at the country of Confucianism around Fengxiang, and the Fengxiang Kingdom of the younger generation was sandwiched between them. The reason why they allowed the younger generation to establish a country here was not to let the younger generations watch the dead and not a hundred insects?"

"Oh, it turns out that it looks like... The knowledge of the country is really not small!" Xiao Hua shook his head and smiled. "Xiao Mou repair is good, but it is still far from being in the way of establishing a country. Of course, with the fairy palace Forced, Xiao will not be a country afterwards."

"Why do you really want to establish a country? The country of all the gates of the Tibetan Immortals is a real country!" Chang Qingzi complimented.

"Well, Xiaomou doesn't bother you!" Xiao Hua arched his hand. "It seems that Zhu is not the place where the old man is looking for. The old man went to other places in Xuzhou to see."

"The younger generation Gong Xiao Xiaoren!" Chang Qingzi sent Xiao Hua out, respectfully sent Xiao Hua to leave.

Looking at Xiao Huafei, the direction is not the north, Changqingzi's brows are somewhat wrinkled, and he secretly thinks: "If the poor roads are good guesses, Xiaozhen people should be looking for Zhu family! The rumors that are difficult to become Confucianism are true. Xiaozhen really took the inheritance of the Zhu family? Then... Does the poor road have to communicate to the old predecessor?? Hey, it’s really making the poor road difficult! If it’s a communication, Xiaozhen may be difficult; if not Communicate, if the old predecessor knows, the poor life will not be guaranteed!"

After thinking for a long time, Changqingzi once again looked at the direction of Xiaohua’s departure and said to himself: “But it’s wrong, maybe the poor road guess is wrong, but this matter involves Zhu’s family. Even if you guess the poor road, you have to communicate! I hope Xiaozhen people go. It’s not Zhu family!” r1152

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