Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

Chapter 1057: Fengxian Mountain Car God

His room is a bit exaggerated and decorated with characteristics. It is mainly made of spirit wood and spirit stone. The furniture is made of spirit wood. The walls and floor tiles are made of spirit stone. Feel plenty of aura, suitable for rest and practice. Some unique sculptures, calligraphy and painting artworks also highlight the taste of the owner, showing a luxurious atmosphere in a low-key.

Looking for the Golden House in Xianxian Palace, except for the role of a mirror, the rest is just vulgar and can't be compared with here.

Tang Zixian fell in love with a glance: "Fu Jun, here will be our palace."

Wu Ningtao said, "This is the palace of the lord of Tibet, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Tang Zixian said, "Isn't Sister Xunxian's Xunxian Palace also a wing of benevolence? It's not suitable here, and the Tibetan lords generally live in Lingyu Palace in Fenglingyu, which is empty Yes, at most, it is a cover for the treasures of the palace. "

Pu Ningtao smiled: "If you like it, I will be your dormitory. It is called Yinyue Palace."

Tang Zixian gave Ning Tao a blessing: "Mr. Xie Xianlong Long En."

Wu Ningtao did not hold back this time, and waved to pat.

Crackling.

Ripples.

This slap also provoked the Yinyue fairy, and plunged it into his arms, wrapping his neck ...

The treasure hunt cart started.

The car lights are on.

The car moved.

The Lingling wooden table was crooked.

Wu Ling wooden chair fell to the ground.

The quilt on the table fell to the ground.

The screen of the eagle carving was also overturned.

The car is too good to press the accelerator to the end.

Every mountain and every mountain, every river and every river.

What is the happiest thing in life?

I just drive the best car and take the dirtiest road.

天 Li Tianhao led a large group of immortals out of the treasures of the palace. Li Tianhao also held a ledger in his hand. This was to report to Ning Tao the number of money and spirits in the treasures of the palace.

He is a new official who is full of enthusiasm. He has to prove to Ning Tao that it is right for him to manage the Jizo City. He can manage the Jizo City.

However, after he explained his intentions, 貔貅 Jin Zang, who was lying at the door and nourishing himself, slowly said, "My master is not free. Come back tomorrow morning."

Wu Zhixianer: "..."

This is a spoonful of cold water!

He has a lot of ideas in his heart to talk to the fairy king, the tibetan gate is destroyed, and the waste is awaiting revival. It is also when the fairy king needs to deal with the political affairs. How can he come back tomorrow morning?

Then he heard some indescribable voices.

He immediately understood.

The fairy who came with him slipped away in twos and threes.

Zhixian sighed, and left with the ledger. After walking for dozens of steps, he came up with a sentence: "Hundred wastes are waiting for prosperity, all wastes are waiting for prosperity, you have to sit on a virtuous king ... ! "

貔貅 Jinzang raised a pair of front paws and covered his ears. His furry face was an expression of irreverence.

Ye Ye gradually deepened.

The car stopped.

Wu Ningtao came out of the cab and looked at a painting on the wall. His sight and thoughts were immediately attracted by the painting.

Jain painted an immortal catcher.

The **** was no longer visible in the clouds, with only a part of the upper body and a pair of horrible big feet like Optimus Prime. At its feet, a large mountain was trampled. It doesn't know how many immortals and immortals it is holding in its hands. Some can see the head, while others can only see one foot. Someone was falling in the air, as if it caught more than once, and fell from the fingers.

This painting is very realistic

Alas, those realistic oil paintings on the earth are not lost at all.

In the lower left corner of the painting, there is a sentence: Wulai God.

The God of Wulai?

Wu Ningtao's mind was curious: "Zi Xian, look at that painting, and the painting is written with the God of Wulai, what do you think?"

Tang Zixian: "Hmm ..."

"Ok?"

"Hmm ..." Tang Zixian didn't even want to open his eyes, it was still a lazy nasal sound.

Wu Ningtao could not help but smile a bitterly.

Do you have a sword in front of Tong Guangong?

He got out of his natural bed and thought about it. He flew together on his suit, wearing a dark silk hat, wearing a mud-stained blue cloud coat, and stepping on a silky foot. A push.

He came slowly to the wall, carefully observed the painting, and wondered in his heart what the meaning of the word "wraithless god" was.

The two words God of God can be separated without thinking, which is the meaning of a god.

The key point is the word Wulai.

No, no.

Come……

Over and over again, there was a flash of light in Ning Tao's mind for a while: "Nothing, isn't there no provenance? Can it be understood as not knowing where it came from? Since there is no provenance, it doesn't know where it came from Where did it come from, did it fall from the sky? "

Maybe this is the explanation.

I have no evidence to prove it.

His Holiness the Tibetan Emperor is dead, not even who painted it.

At that moment, the voice of Tang Zixian came from behind him: "Fu Jun, Chen Xi remembered!"

Wu Ningtao gathered his thoughts and turned away. Tang Zixian, who was lying dead just now, was full of spirits at this time, and his face was full of excited smiles.

"What do you think of?" Ning Tao walked towards her and asked.

Tang Zixian said, "I remember where the artifact of my ancestor was."

"God ... device?" It wasn't the word originally, Ning Tao changed a word.

Tang Zixian apparently knew what Ning Tao was talking about. She nodded, and then pointed at the ceiling.

Tong Ningtao glanced up at the ceiling, and suddenly understood something, tentatively saying, "Mother, what you said ..."

"God Mountain." Tang Zixian said.

Ning Tao could not help frowning: "During the day is very dangerous, the mountain is in the sky, once it goes up, there is nothing to hide, it is even more dangerous. I played against the fairy catcher, I probably beat it Root hair. "

Tang Zixian gave Ning Tao a charming gaze.

Wu Ningtao smiled bitterly: "What I said for my husband is true."

Tang Zixian came over with another glance: "Chen Ye is really good."

Wu Ningtao: "..."

Tang Zixian said, "There is a temple of my ancestors on that mountain, and that artifact is in the temple. But even if I know where to hide, I will not get the artifact."

"Why?"

Tang Zixian said: "The gods ca n’t go up to God. I am not even a fairy now, let alone become a god. In the future, if the husband becomes a real god, he will go to that god's mountain, and the husband will go to the temple of my ancestor to find it. That artifact. With that artifact, Chen Ye can give birth to a husband. "

Wu Ningtao's heart moved: "The artifact still has this magic power?"

子 Tang Zixian pouted and smiled: "Did I not tell you, what artifact is that artifact you have seen, of course you can."

Wu Ningtao has certainly seen it, but no matter how he supplemented his brain, he couldn't make up for her to have anything to do with the artifact. And such things are hard to ask, wait for the answer to be revealed in the future.

"Fu Jun, you seem to have asked me what

Huh? Then Peng Zixiang remembered it.

Wu Ningtao pointed to the painting on the wall: "That is the painting, and the painting is written with the God of Wulai. Now that you have recovered your memory, do you know anything?"

Tang Zixian looked at the immortal catchers in the painting, and looked at the gods who came in the painting. After thinking for a while, he shook his head.

Wu Ningtao was a little disappointed, but he also felt that it was a normal situation. His Holiness the Lord must know the origin of this painting, but this painting also contains the God of Nowhere, which shows that the Holiness of the Tibetan Lord is not clear about the origin of the fairy catcher, so it is not surprising that she does not know Already.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, about the destruction of the ancient times, about the appearance of the fairyland, and nothing. I don't know why, he always felt that there was a line in all of this, and that line connected things one by one. But no matter how he combed or thought, he could not find the end of the line.

and many more……

"None?" Ning Tao's gaze fell on the four words "None" again. At this moment, he seemed to be touching something. There was a feeling of catching the thread. But this feeling of ephemeral flew like electricity, and he had no time to feel it and disappeared, let alone caught.

He stared blankly at the word "No", without moving for a while.

"Fu Jun, what are you doing?" Tang Zixian curiously said.

Ning Tao just came back to God, and he smiled bitterly: "The wordlessness in the painting reminds me of a supreme existence. I once met with the remnant soul of the sunless king. He said that the supreme master of heaven is No, this picture wants to say that the fairy catcher is the **** of Wulai. I just wondered if the fairy catcher would be nothing. "

Tang Zixian said, "It's really possible that you said it, husband, wouldn't I never have a chance to get back the ancestor's artifact?"

Tong Ningtao said after a moment of silence, "No, it cannot be none."

"Why?"

Ning Tao recalled the scene when he met the remnant soul of Hiroshi Star, and said, "Hiroshi Star said that he just moved his thoughts to kill innocent people, and then he was killed. Not so powerful. You can rest assured that one day I will go to Shenshan to help you find the artifact of your ancestors. "

"You come back early, Chen Xun will give you dragons." Tang Zixian narrowed her eyes at Ning Tao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and tilted a Marilyn Monroe's signature Erlang leg.

Wu Ningtao is not good all over.

The uncooked rice is all cooked and you are still simmering, what do you mean?

Tang Zixian squeezed his eyes again: "Fu Jun, Chen You see you are exhausted, don't stand, just lie down and rest for a while."

Wu Ningtao snorted softly and strode over.

He knows this is the routine.

But he was willing to go into the box.

Outside of Yinyue Palace, Xi Jinzang covered his ears again.

Mmp ...

Do you want to survive?

I was tortured into a hibernation.

The long night also has an end.

I said that the light is on, there is no prelude to the rising sun, it is the climax directly.