New White Snake Asking Immortals

Houshan Bieyuan.

Outside the brocade pavilion with deep bamboo, the shade of the trees is cool with the breeze in summer.

An old man holding a young tree branch sits on a futon inside the pavilion and closes his eyes to meditate. Incense smoke is curling up beside him. Under the shade of trees outside the pavilion, a young Zican is concentrating on reading a book.

The entire hill is covered by a mysterious formation, gathering spiritual energy in the other courtyard, quietly improving the foundation of Zichan.

A bamboo mat, a desk, a futon, and a fairy book and a sword on the table.

Studying is very boring, but the content in the book makes the little boy deeply intoxicated. There is no sour and rotten things in the book, and there is no concept of compassion.

In the bamboo forest outside the pavilion, a worm was about to sing. Suddenly, a green bamboo leaf was nailed to the bamboo without a sound, cutting the worm into two pieces.

The old man in the brocade pavilion withdrew his fingers.

On the first and fifteenth day of the first day, the professor trains the students, and the rest of the time they study on their own, how can they let the ants and insects interfere.

Zican, who was concentrating on her studies, concentrated her mind and did not find that a worm died inexplicably.

Looking at the student, the old man stroked his beard with a half-smile.

When the catastrophe arises, there must be countless people with good luck who will be born in response to the catastrophe. Some are strong and some are weak, but if they are not born, they are destined to be the protagonist at the end of the catastrophe. The struggle in the later stage is equally important, but because of their different backgrounds, they start differently and have good conditions. Those who are in the situation will skyrocket to success, and those with poor conditions can only work hard to play a supporting role.

Perhaps the mysterious old man was too lazy to bother, and directly chose the most suitable training.

The selector charm turned out to be right.

Born intelligent, genius-like cultivation qualifications, able to endure hardships.

The most important thing is that birth can save a lot of trouble.

It seems that the identity of the descendants of the Shang Dynasty has nothing to do with the power of cultivation, but sometimes a false name can play an unimaginable role.

It’s not scary to be born with a good background and aptitude. What’s scary is that you’re smart and able to endure hardships.

if……

If you can have the ability to see through the past and the future, why bother to calculate.

In a trance, it seems to return to the distant ancient times,

It was an era of gods and beasts. It was not as stable as it is today, but it was the most splendid and magnificent. Although it is good today, it is always somewhat dull, numb and decayed, like a pool of stagnant water.

History is the past.

Today, we can only get a glimpse of those years in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Thinking of such a heaven-defying ability of looking at the past and the future, he could never ignore the Dragon Court that was destroyed in the ancient times. As a participant, the old man always felt a faint uneasiness in his heart. The whereabouts of the empress Longting are unknown, like a thorn in my heart.

It is rumored that the eyes of the emperor and empress can gaze at the past and the future...

There are many people who participated in the destruction of the Dragon Court, but very few survived. Although it was tragic, it successfully ended the rampage of the gods and beasts and created opportunities for the rise of the human race.

A lot of memories at once.

He sighed and quit the memory until he found someone approaching.

It was Zican's father and son Qi who came here. He didn't bring his servants with him for fear of disturbing the peace of the old god.

Not long after, Zican heard his father's footsteps and looked up at the teacher.

The old man shook the tender green branches lightly, and Zican, who was studying, seemed to be separated from this world.

He couldn't hear the sound outside, and what he saw was the teacher dozing off, and he thought the footsteps were an illusion.

The old man did not match his age with a wave of his baby-like delicate palm, and there were more low tables and tea sets in the pavilion. The kettle was boiling, poured tea, and poured a cup of tea in a leisurely manner.

Ziqi, the governor of Moyi, lowered his head slightly and came to the Jin Pavilion.

Glancing at his son, seeing the colorful streamers covering him, he knew it was a trick of the gods, and it should be to not delay his studies.

Bow down.

"Shangxian, this junior has important matters that he cannot decide."

Hearing this, the old man sipped his tea with a smile.

Ziqi's back was sweating coldly, and the old god didn't say no, nor did he say to help with reference, this...

Gritting his teeth, he continued.

"The royal family is stupid, the princes from all walks of life are fighting endlessly, and evil spirits are rampant. Ziqi can't bear the suffering of the people and wants to send troops to kill the evildoers. He wants to fight for a way out for the people of Li. He also asks the immortals for advice."

Ziqi knew that he was not the child of luck, but he was a son, and he wanted to lay the foundation as much as possible while his body was still available, so that that day would come as soon as possible.

Bending down and bowing his head, he waited for a long time without hearing the fairy answer.

Her throat throbbed, the sweat from her temples slid down her cheeks to her chin, and she couldn't guess what Shangxian was thinking.

In order to buy more time for his son, Ziqi hopes to get advice from the old god on the timing of sending troops, the direction of attack, or the help of experts.

But now I don't understand it.

After a long time, the old man finally spoke.

"The old man once said that it is better to strive for self-improvement than to seek gods and immortals."

He pondered for a moment.

"Remember, don't pin your hopes on gods and monsters. The decision-making power must be in your own hands. Otherwise, you will always be just a puppet slave at your mercy."

Ziqi, who was bending over, was stunned, followed by shock and deep guilt.

"Junior...junior...Shangxian is really a saint!"

In the past, although Ziqi was respectful on the surface, there was a strange sense of transaction between him and the gods in his heart.

I use the ability of the gods to obtain capital for hegemony, and the gods rely on their own forces to obtain the luck and destiny needed to improve their cultivation, and each takes what he needs.

Unexpectedly, this old god who has been unwilling to reveal his name has the heart of a saint.

His words were like thunder, and Ziqi felt deeply guilty for his selfless devotion, and was moved to call out the saint.

The old fairy still stroked his beard with a half-smile.

Plop, Ziqi knelt down and kowtowed heavily, the official hat Hualing touched the ground.

Really convinced this time.

"Get up, there is an old saying in the world that a man has gold under his knees, alas..."

"Yes, this junior would like to follow the teachings of the Immortal."

This time Zi Qi stood up and straightened his back a lot.

The old man took a sip of tea.

"If you have a difficult decision, you can only figure it out on your own. You must not rely on gods, ghosts and ghosts. The old man can only guide you and cannot make decisions for you. This is the will of heaven, and the old man is also in line with the way of heaven."

"The junior understands, the saint is righteous."

"Good, when will the seal of the secret realm be opened?"

"It will take some time, saint, could that secret realm be... yes..."

When mentioning the ancient ruins on Mount Shen, Ziqi was in awe and wanted to confirm whether it was as he had guessed. If it was confirmed, then how to get in touch with it would be another problem. Leaving aside the mention of the ancestors, no similar incidents could be found in the history of the human race. .

The old man nodded cautiously.

"The ancient hegemony-level species was thought to be extinct, but I didn't expect it to be alive. It is worthy of being an immortal phoenix."

Ziqi's heart was beating violently again, fighting for hegemony is fighting for hegemony, why would these unfathomable ancient creatures be provoked...

The scent of fragrant tea was misty, and the old man's expression could not be seen clearly.

"They hold a treasure in their hands that can help you succeed."

"saint……"

Ziqi couldn't imagine what a treasure it was.

A gloomy and cold flashed in the depths of the old man's eyes, but he concealed it well.

"It's a pity that the time has not come yet. In addition to the Phoenix, the Lord of Myriad Realms should also pay attention. The prosperity of the dragon and the phoenix will add more help. Yes, it is the Dragon Clan, the only dragon girl who has ever appeared in the world. She is very likely to control a large number of Elite army."

"this……"

"Zican has a long way to go in the future, and he has to lay a foundation for him. In a few days, the old man will go out to find treasures to improve Zican's qualifications. You can't slack off, go quickly."

He waved his hand to indicate that all that should be said had been said.

"Yes, the junior will leave."

Excited, Ziqi left with his head held high and his chest held high. What follows will be a battle with almost no end in sight.

At the gate of the other courtyard, Xianlu looked at the courtyard and at the humans who had gone away, bowed his head and continued to eat spiritual grass.

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