After hearing this, Xi'er immediately went to make tea.
Leader Tongtian looked at the Queen Mother of the West and was a little shocked.
It had only been a year since we last saw each other, and the Queen Mother of the West had actually transformed from a low-grade Daluo Jinxian to a middle-grade Daluo Jinxian.
Even the aura is strong, and it is not far from the high-grade Da Luo Jinxian.
This kind of speed of cultivation can only create such a miracle in Meishan Xiaoyuan.
Lin Xuan called to Yuan Hong who was chopping firewood, went to the inner room and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them on the Eight Immortals table in the yard.
Tongtian was very anxious when he heard that Lin Xuan actually wanted to practice calligraphy.
After the 7749th day, it will be the day when the three religions jointly press the list of gods.
In order to avoid leaking his whereabouts, Zhao Gongming also asked Zhen Yuanzi to come.
Now, more than ten days have passed.
It is urgent.
His only hope is Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan actually wants to practice calligraphy. This is simply...
"Brother Lin Xuan, as a brother, I have something I want to ask you..."
How could Tongtian Cult Leader control so much? He hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to ask.
Zhen Yuanzi also wanted something and followed suit.
Lin Xuan was spreading rice paper and asked Yuan Hong to grind it first, planning to start Kuang Cao (a type of font).
"Add more water to lubricate it. I can use Kuangcao and it will feel comfortable."
While Lin Xuan was directing Yuan Hong, he felt that the Eight Immortals Table was not stable enough. He picked up the Fantian Seal and the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book and repaired the Eight Immortals Table.
"Brother Qingping, what do you want to ask me?"
Lin Xuan turned around and asked.
Leader Tongtian and Zhen Yuanzi were speechless!
If I read it correctly, the one Lin Xuan used as a hammer should be Fan Tianyin.
That nail is obviously not an ordinary item.
Such arrogance left them speechless for a moment.
Leader Tongtian came to his senses and asked hurriedly:
"Gong Ming made it clear to me that what I said, the essence of this god-conferring thing is nothing more than a plan against Jiejiao."
"I originally wanted to become an immortal and worship Jie Jiao's disciples. But if Jie Jiao encounters disaster during the Conferred God Tribulation, it will be difficult for me to handle it!"
"I also want to ask my brother if there is a way to crack it?"
Lin Xuan smiled slightly and said:
"The purpose of this Conferred God Calamity Tribulation was originally intended by Taoist Ancestor Hongjun to balance the way of heaven and take this opportunity to weaken the forces of the Jiejiao Sect and strengthen the Heavenly Court and the Western Sect!"
"Tongtian Cult Master was foolish enough to be the first to suppress the Conferred Gods List. In addition, Hongjun was behind the scenes, so he was naturally responsible for the great cause and effect of the Conferred Gods List. The great cause and effect of heaven fell on Jie Jiao. No matter how strong Jie Jiao was, it would still be the same. Will one lose?"
The leader of Tongtian was silent when he heard this.
The first person to be ranked on the list of gods, Daozu planned it, and let me, Jiejiao, bear the big cause and effect behind the scenes?
For a time, Master Tongtian's resentment towards Daozu reached its peak.
"To say that there is no way to crack it!"
Lin Xuan casually tore off a page from the Nailhead Seven Arrows book, dipped his brush in ink, and spoke.
This scene fell into Lu Ya's eyes, and his eyelids jumped.
An innate spiritual treasure!
My Mr. Lin Xuan, can you stop using it like this?
I felt distressed when I saw it, and then my balls ached.
"Brother, please explain!"
Leader Tongtian was overjoyed and said hurriedly.
"Isn't it okay if you don't join Jiejiao? Hahaha!"
Lin Xuan laughed.
Zhen Yuanzi:......
Lord Tongtian:......
The Queen Mother of the West came with tea:...
"To be honest, there are ancestors and sects of our Qingping Sect who are in the Jie Cult. If I become an immortal, I will not join the Jie Cult. I am afraid that my ancestors will be hacked to death!"
Leader Tongtian wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, and spoke.
Lin Xuan shook his head, sighed, and said:
"We are all our own people, why did I reveal so much? The cause and effect of this divine calamity cannot be reversed and cannot be changed. I am just a mortal, and I don't know how to solve this matter."
"However, the secrets you heard from me must not be exposed. If those immortals find out, my life will be in danger!"
How does Lin Xuan know how to change the cause and effect of becoming a god?
He is just a copycat!
Tell everyone a story based on the knowledge of past lives.
Every time I finished speaking, I was reminded not to leak anything, which put me under a lot of pressure.
The last time I met my nephew Gongming, Lin Xuan was a little distracted and talked too much.
Now that I think about it, although the nephew Gongming had a simple and honest face, he swore that he would not tell anyone.
But Lin Xuan now feels more and more something is wrong.
I always felt that that nephew Gongming would cause trouble for me.
Master Tongtian's face turned pale and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Even senior Lin Xuan can't do anything?
this......
Lin Xuan did not look at the leader of Tongtian Cult. He picked up his pen and chanted:
"Suddenly looking back, that person was in the dim light..."
Just pick up the pen and write.
That man was there in the dim light...
Flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, iron pens and silver hooks, penetrating into the wood three-thirds of the time, the power penetrates the back of the paper...
"Oh, I haven't written for more than a year, and today I made a typo!"
Lin Xuan suddenly stopped writing.
Accidentally, I wrote the word 'Lan' in a column as 'Chan'.
Explain?
Leader Tongtian and others saw Lin Xuan write a word of explanation.
I couldn't help but be surprised.
Lin Xuan shook his head, picked up his pen, and crossed out the word 'Chinese'.
boom!
There was a roar from heaven and earth!
The earth shook.
Everyone was unsteady on their feet.
Invisibly, a force of cause and effect began to gather towards Chan Jiao.
This crossed-out word 'Chinese' fell into the eyes of Tongtian Cult Master.
That is the power to reverse cause and effect.
It seems that all the ways of heaven pale in front of this literal word.
Dabai kept staring at Lin Xuan Kuangcao.
Every time Lin Xuan practices calligraphy, it contains infinite Taoist charm.
It gave Dabai a lot of insights.
Dabai was able to achieve the supreme realm today because he followed Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan just wrote the wrong word randomly, but Dabai saw the power of reversing cause and effect in his dog eyes.
Dabai's realm is higher than that of a saint. After thinking about it, he understood the meaning of Lin Xuan's crossed-out word "Chan".
"Boy, you are blessed! This crossed-out word can ensure that your Jiejiao is safe and sound during this catastrophe of becoming a god! You can ask your master for permission. Regarding the matter of the three religions suppressing the list of gods, you can Don’t worry and press it boldly! The master has his own tricks!”
The big white dog showed a smile and said to the leader of Tongtian Cult.
Master Tongtian is a saint of heaven. Although he is not as good as Dabai, he can still feel the power of cause and effect.
Hearing Dabai's voice transmission, he was even more happy.
"Thank you Mr. Dog!"
Leader Tongtian gave Dabai a grateful look.
"Brother, can you give this typo to me as a gift?"
Leader Tongtian swallowed his saliva and said to Lin Xuan.
"Brother likes it, I will write another one. This typo is too inelegant!"
Lin Xuan was a little embarrassed.
If you want to make your own typo, isn't this damaging your own brand?
"No, brother, I like your typo so much! Don't waste it. I won't ask you to write another one, just with this typo!"
The leader of Tongtian Cult is categorical.
"All right!"
Lin Xuan handed the wrong word to the leader of Tongtian.
The leader of Tongtian Cult smiled happily, regarded it as a treasure, and took it with both hands.
When Lin Xuan looked at Tongtian, he couldn't help but think of the nephew Gongming.
Alas, are masters and disciples alike? Being frugal to this extent is really pitiful.
