Legend of the Great Sage

Nine-colored deer frowned slightly, and faintly felt that Li Qingshan's tone was not right. But on second thought, this kid has always had a good temper, and being so wronged by Guihai Lingzun, he must have a fire in his heart, and he must ask the old tortoise Xingshi for guilt and justice.

"Hee hee, with his current cultivation, he is not much weaker than that old tortoise, that old tortoise may be in big trouble this time!"

However, there was another doubt in her heart. She and Guihai Lingzun belong to the same congenital gods, and they understand the extraordinary things of the spirit turtle family better than humans. Human practitioners have to study hard for many years to comprehend the way of divination, but for spirit turtles, it is an innate instinct, as natural as swimming.

"And Guihai Lingzun has always been cautious and careful. If such a big matter is not fully assured, it will never be made public like this, and the reputation of the Vientiane Sect will be harmed in vain. How could such a mistake be made?"

But looking at Ruan Yaozhu again, snuggling in Li Qingshan's arms, she doesn't look like the owner of the Herb Garden. She is clearly a little woman who has found support. Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, his blushing face was smiling, and he was completely relieved. Come, I believe Li Qingshan will explain it to Guihai Lingzun and resolve this huge misunderstanding. Even a little proud.

"Hey, this silly wood, what a love robbery! Love robbery!"

Under such circumstances, Nine Colored Deer was naturally unable to express these doubts, and could only hope that the biggest and deepest worry in his heart would not come true.

Li Qingshan suddenly changed the conversation: "But before that, do you want to hear my story? Yaozhu."

"En." Ruan Yaozhu nodded and suddenly exclaimed.

It turned out that Li Qingshan picked her up horizontally and came to sit on the ground among the flowers.

Ruan Yaozhu was so ashamed that she couldn't help struggling, and said softly, "Senior brother, let me go!"

Nine-colored deer kicked his forefoot angrily, thinking, "Which man will let you go with your appearance?"

Li Qingshan said in Ruan Yaozhu's ear, "Don't move around, just listen to me."

There seemed to be a kind of magic or a kind of majesty in his deep voice, Ruan Yaozhu really stopped struggling and looked up at him with blinking eyes.

This is the perfect fusion of the way of the devil and the prestige of the gods. He speaks with the heavenly constitution, follows the law, and exudes infinite charm in every gesture. Every word is as irresistible as a decree, and it is enough to influence a sun god cultivator. mind.

Of course, at this moment Ruan Yaozhu had no intention of resisting him at all. She believed in Li Qingshan unreservedly.

It is also between the great sorrow and joy of reuniting after a long absence, which can be described as "six gods without masters".

"I didn't go to the Demon Realm at first, but was led to the Paradise of Elysium, and was named the God of Galan..."

When Li Qingshan began to talk about what he had experienced, Ruan Yaozhu gradually forgot about her shyness and immersed herself in his story. Li Fengyuan and Jiu Selu also perked up their ears and listened carefully.

Elysium is a magical world, and everything Li Qingshan experienced in Elysium is even more bizarre and incredible.

And everyone present felt that in Li Qingshan's dull voice, there were emotions that could not be described in words. Sometimes he is innocent like a child, ignorant of the right and wrong, good and evil in the world.

I heard that in order to resist the influence of Elysium, he did not hesitate to be reborn in Nirvana and lost all memories. Everyone was worried about him, but they felt that this was really what Li Qingshan would do; I heard that he was adopted by an elderly couple and was named after him. When he was "Dansheng", everyone smiled, and somehow felt that the name was suitable for him.

Unconsciously, the last rays of light faded from the horizon, and night fell.

With the progress of the story, "Dansheng" finally embarked on the journey to Daleiyin Temple, everything seemed like fate. The audience became more and more immersed in the story, and the surrounding flowers and trees seemed to be listening intently.

Li Qingshan was once a disciple of a novelist, but he had to admit that he was not very successful in this line of work, so he copied the works of his previous life, and asked Xiao An to help with the editing and polishing. To put it bluntly, those stories did not belong to him at all. And now this one is the most wonderful story he has ever told, a story entirely his.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, silver splendor was scattered all over the place.

"Li Qingshan, what are you doing!?"

There was a sudden shout, and there was anger in the eyes of the nine-colored deer, staring at Li Qingshan, or more precisely, at Li Qingshan's left hand, which was lurking beside Ruan Yaozhu.

Ruan Yaozhu's face was dazed, as if she had just woken up from a big dream, and her mind was still immersed in the story - what Li Qingshan experienced in the Demon Realm was far more bizarre and thrilling than the Elysium. She also wanted to know whether Li Qingshan could learn from the Nine Infants Evil God. How to get out of the labyrinth, and how to defeat the Qiongqi Demon God...

"As expected of a natural god, my story is not finished yet!" Li Qingshan shook his head regretfully: "But it's getting late, let's talk about it here today!"

"Jiu'er?" Ruan Yaozhu blinked, looking at the nine-colored deer, and then at Li Qingshan, still not knowing what happened.

And I don't know when, Li Fengyuan closed his eyes again, unable to bear to witness what happened next.

Li Qingshan slowly raised his left hand, holding a Epiphyllum in the palm of his hand. The white and slender petals bloomed slowly in his hand, as if he had picked it at random, but there was not a single Epiphyllum in the surrounding flowers.

That Epiphyllum is also not like an ordinary spirit grass. The size of each petal is exactly the same, and the distance between the petals is exactly the same. There are three layers inside and outside, twenty-four pieces in each layer, a total of seventy-two. piece.

The large formation in the Hundred Herb Garden is called the "Seventy-two Waiting Formation".

The almanac says: "The five days are the Hours, the Three Hours are the Qi, the Six Qi is the time, and the fourth is the year."

There are twenty-four solar terms in a year, which are further divided into seventy-two phases. The function of the "Seventy-two Waiting Formation" is to finely adjust the size and climate of the herb garden, so that all kinds of exotic flowers and plants with different habits can flourish, hence the name.

The Baicao Garden is the foundation of the Vientiane Sect. The power of this "Seventy-two Waiting Array" is far above the "Xuanming Great Array" in the Xuanming Cave Mansion, and this epiphyllum with seventy-two petals is this one. The core array plate of the seat array is also a symbol of the status of the owner of the herb garden.

Ruan Yaozhu touched the Xumi ring between his fingers, and the Epiphyllum really wasn't there, and he panicked, as if he was stepping into the air, and there was an abyss beneath his feet.

She broke free from his arms and smiled reluctantly: "Qingshan. Don't make trouble, this thing can't be given to you, even if you are a senior brother." Her tone was almost begging, and Jiusilu's heart was broken. Staring at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan was unmoved, staring at the Epiphyllum in his hand, a ray of darkness was released from the stamen, from the inside to the outside, dyeing the white petals black.

These seventy-two formations are mysterious and complicated. Even if he has become a god, he is just an incarnation after all, and it is difficult to refine it for a moment or three.

However, in addition to the owner of Baicao Garden and Guihai Lingzun, there was another person who knew the seventy-two formations very well, and that was Pi Yangqiu, the master of Tianfu.

The nine-colored deer said angrily: "Wood, don't be stupid! He wants to take your Herb Garden, and he's already enchanted!"

Li Qingshan seemed to be concentrating on refining the "ephemeral flower", without any cover up, he released a monstrous magical energy, a darkness deeper than the night, completely obscuring the bright moonlight, and his figure was also drowned in the darkness, a pair of Eyes glow red.

In the depths of the darkness were the painful and mournful whispers of the billions of demons, as if he was no longer among the flowers, but sat high above the sea of ​​blood.

"No, you won't!" Ruan Yaozhu shook her head slowly, tears pouring down.

Li Qingshan looked up at her and let out a sigh, as if saying, "Yaozhu, this is the end of the story."

Epiphyllum in hand, dyed into ink.