"If we go back now, the master will definitely not let us leave."
Wen Zhong said calmly: "And not long ago, I met senior Xuanqing."
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit frowned for a long time: "Who?"
Wen Zhong laughed dumbly: "Senior sister, it might be more suitable for you to practice with my master."
"Uncle Jin Ling, of course I admire you very much..." Our Lady of Fire Spirit nodded slowly, then suddenly slapped the table and stood up: "Wen Zhong, what are you talking nonsense about? My master is the disciple of Jie Jiao, aren't you? You want to drive a wedge between me and Master Duobao!"
Wen Zhong smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, sit down, senior Xuanqing, the guard of Dongfang Daomen, the senior in charge of the list of gods."
"He..."
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit said disdainfully: "It's just a puppet set up by the Haotian Jade Emperor. Do you believe what he says?"
Seeing that there was no one around him, Wen Zhong used his Taoist skills to add a layer of barrier, and then whispered: "That senior's Taoist companion is not simple!"
"A drunkard and a womanizer," Our Lady of the Fire Spirit became even more disdainful: "It is said that he has lived for millions of years and has not yet understood the great truth. It seems that he has spent all his time on this, right?"
Wen Zhong stared at the Holy Mother of Fire Spirits and said with a wry smile: "Senior sister, forget it if you don't believe it. Regardless of the senior's cultivation level, he who is in charge of the list of gods will definitely be able to spy more secrets than us."
"The senior said something to me. He said I couldn't afford it and asked me not to implicate my disciples."
"Nonsense!" Our Lady of the Fire Spirit cried out for the third time: "Junior brother, you are out running to intercept the sect. Who dares to say anything about you? He said what happened to the gate guard? When we went to attack the Western sect, why didn't we see him contributing? I will tomorrow Just go to him, do we still need him to talk about our interception?"
Wen Zhong said quickly: "Senior sister, it's enough to go and pay homage, but remember not to anger that senior when you go, and the most important thing is to establish the crown prince."
"Just tell me what you have in mind, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow!" Our Lady of the Fire Spirit was still angry.
"Xuanniao!" Wen Zhong said directly.
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirits was stunned for a moment, and then she said in surprise: "Senior Kong Xuan?"
Wen Zhong nodded: "Xuanniao is a businessman, I think what the senior said makes sense, and for ordinary things, the two of us have been running around for hundreds of years, there is really no need to trouble the elders of the sect, and our sage has something to say. , are not allowed to leave the saint’s dojo, so if there is a black bird to support Zi Shou, then the prince’s matter will be settled!”
"But..." Our Lady of Fire Spirit hesitated and said, "Even if we can find Senior Kong Xuan, we may not be able to persuade Senior Kong Xuan. Whoever establishes a prince is a descendant of the Shang Dynasty. Will Senior Kong Xuan really care about these things? ?”
"Senior Kong Xuan is in Nanzhou." Wen Zhong said: "That senior is in charge of the list of gods and has a greater say than you and me. If that senior opens his mouth and convinces Senior Kong Xuan, he will definitely have greater hope than you and I."
"Okay," said Our Lady of the Fire Spirit, "I don't understand this anyway. I'll try it tomorrow."
"Don't offend that senior!" Wen Zhong warned.
"I know, I know..." In the impatient voice, the Fire Spirit Madonna had disappeared.
Also disappearing was the leg of lamb for dinner on Wen Zhong’s table.
Wen Zhong smiled, stood up and looked into the distance.
…
Early the next morning, Empress Houtu went out with her prey. Huang Feihu and Zishou had been waiting outside.
Huang Feihu kept watching Houtu Empress leave, and his laughter was about to leak out.
"Hurry up, master is up!"
Classmate Zi Shou dragged Huang Feihu in and started the traditional secret skill of this period, throwing the stone table!
A stone table weighing two to three hundred pounds was flipping up and down in the hands of a child.
Huang Feihu closed his eyes in concentration, but his mind was filled with images of the Tutu girl.
Carrying the prey on his back, the pace of a majestic sword, the good-looking figure with the beautiful baby face, and the disdainful eyes towards him, it was perfect!
"ha……"
Huang Feihu roared, waved his spear, and temporarily forgot about Tutu Girl. It was not about forgetting, but in order to let his father accept him as a disciple and get closer to Tutu Girl more easily!
With sharp spears, King Wu Cheng and King Zhou began their daily acrobatics.
Xuanqing was holding the tea brewed by the Queen Mother of the West, with a smile on her lips, and watched everything calmly.
"Be careful of breaking your legs." Xuan Qing said with a smile.
"Master, don't worry!" Zishou's classmate said excitedly: "My disciple can climb such a big stone table at the age of six!"
"There is someone who is as confident as you," Xuan Qing smiled: "Go on."
While the two teenagers were shouting and laughing, Xuan Qing looked at the purple light that was once again dense and said with a smile: "Let it go."
"Master?" Zishou said happily, "Master, has he agreed to accept me as his disciple?"
Huang Feihu said quickly: "Father, I came first, I came first!"
Xuanqing gave Yutu a look, and Yutu grabbed Huang Feihu and threw him high.
It happened that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit came nearby, grabbed Huang Feihu who landed, and strode towards the courtyard.
Xuanqing glanced at the visitor.
do not know!
He should be a third-generation disciple of Chan Jiao or Jie Jiao. The recent auspicious clouds may be related to them.
"There are misty auspicious clouds over your eldest brother's mansion. It seems that you are going to be the prince. Don't you have any idea?" Xuan Qing asked with a smile.
The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit also came here for this matter. She originally planned to teach Xuan Qing a few words about why she was so aggressive towards the mortal race. Now that Xuan Qing asked about the issues she was concerned about, the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit suppressed her anger and sat down on her own. Listen in.
Junior Brother Wen Zhong is optimistic about Zi Shou, and for her, this reason is enough.
But it doesn’t hurt to know more about Zi Shou.
Classmate Zi Shou held his head high and said: "Master, I would rather be a general who goes into battle to kill the enemy. Please teach me, master!"
"I learned how to climb along the pole very smoothly..."
"Very slippery?"
"Why are you willing to be a general?" Xuan Qing said with a smile: "If you have an idea, wouldn't it be easier to implement it if you become a king?"
Zishou scratched his head: "Teacher said that the enemies of the dynasty are not dead, but there are more and more enemies, so the disciple..."
"What if you become the king?"
"Kill all the enemies!" Zishou shouted immediately.
Sure enough, it was King Zhou’s answer!
"But those enemies are originally subjects of the dynasty. Don't you think we should find out the reasons why they became enemies?"
"The enemy is the enemy!" Zishou said stubbornly: "As long as we defeat and kill him, the enemy will disappear!"
"Okay!" Our Lady of Fire Spirit shouted excitedly: "You become the prince, I support you!"
Your sister... Xuanqing glared at the Fire Spirit Madonna.
Where did this silly lady come from?
"Who are you?"
"Senior, junior Fire Spirit Madonna."
A disciple of Taoist Duobao...
Xuanqing stood up and clasped his fists: "What's the matter, fellow Taoist?"
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked at Xuan Qing and then at the Queen Mother of the West, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Not quite right!
It felt wrong just now, and now the feeling of something wrong is even stronger.
