"How many more strands of sword intent can you add to your forehead?"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Qing He was stunned for a moment, but she realized it immediately and said with some surprise: "Is it the Saint Tongtian?"
"Who else would it be?"
Tang Hao smiled, took the initiative to hold her little hand, and then began to lift into the air, "Let's go, there are a few people waiting for you to teach me."
"Make more friends. There is more to this world than your sister Xuanming."
Is there anyone waiting for you sir?
Because of Tang Hao's promise and Tongtian's name, Qinghe's inner reluctance due to Xuan Ming's sudden departure was diluted, and he instantly thought of the two Jiejiao disciples who had come to the ancient city with Tang Hao before.
"Sir, your identity seems to have been completely exposed now. What should I call those two people now?"
For some reason Qinghe suddenly thought of this question, and let her body be pulled by Tang Hao to fly towards the central area of the ancient city. She raised her head and asked curiously.
When Xuan Ming left before, he specifically told her not to lower her attitude no matter how she got along with anyone.
Because she is God's mount.
Now that Tang Hao's identity has been exposed, it goes without saying that Su Wanwan's cultivation level is lower than hers, and Ao Li'er is only at the perfect realm of Xuanxian, not much higher than herself.
It's just that because Tang Hao called the two of them junior sisters and senior sisters, Qinghe didn't know what to call them for a while.
"Um..." After hearing Qinghe's question, Tang Hao, who was rushing towards the A-shaped area wholeheartedly, was stunned. He originally wanted to introduce a few more friends to Qinghe, but he really hadn't thought about this problem.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Tang Hao thought for a while and said with some uncertainty: "Just call them two Taoist friends."
"When you get familiar with each other, you can decide among yourselves how to call me."
The speed of movement of thoughts was so fast that even Qinghe didn't even react. The figures of the two people had already appeared in the A-shaped area in the center of the ancient city.
Different from the previous Kui-shaped area and Yin-shaped area, the A-shaped area has no terrain. At a glance, there are squares and streets paved with light blue stone slabs.
On both sides of these squares and streets are palaces of various sizes.
Different from the golden palaces in the fairy resorts, these palaces built by the human race are not grand or magnificent.
Some are only mottled and solemn left by the years!
At that time, the sun had not completely set, and wisps of the setting sun fell on those palaces, adding an inexplicable tragic atmosphere to them.
The palace stands tall and the setting sun shines brightly. This is the most central area for the Shennong clan who have lived by the Luoshui River for countless thousands of years.
Basking in the afterglow of the setting sun, Tang Hao held Qinghe and slowly landed at the center of the A-shaped area.
Here, stands an ancient palace that is half taller than all the surrounding buildings.
As if to get closer to the legendary heaven, the palace was built on a huge blue-gray platform, with 999 steps alone.
It’s hard to imagine how those Shennong tribes completed such a huge project.
Under the steps, there is a very huge square. On the square, there is also a huge disk carved from bluestone.
There are several circles of hieroglyphs engraved on the disk, which look ancient and mysterious. In the center, there is something like an iron rod inserted.
Tang Hao, who landed on the square, recognized the disc at a glance as the sundial used by the ancients to record time in the real world!
Raising his head slightly, Tang Hao looked at the top of the steps that looked like a ladder to heaven.
There, four figures were standing.
Seeing Tang Hao and Qing He falling, these figures did not stop and came towards the square one after another.
In today's prehistoric times, it is estimated that no one dares to stand on a high place and look down at Tang Hao.
"Sir, it seems... there is one more person."
The sun was shining on the square. Qinghe squinted her big eyes and looked at the four figures coming towards her. Suddenly she continued with a somewhat uncertain voice: "Why does it feel... like Sister Xuanming?" !”
A flash of blue flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, the one in the middle of the four figures gradually became clear, and with it, the feeling of familiarity disappeared.
"No...Sister Xuanming doesn't seem so charming."
Qinghe's little mouth grew bigger, as if he had seen some extraordinary scenery.
Tang Hao stood beside Qing He, his expression unchanged.
Even though a gaze that seemed to encompass the most enchanting things in the world was looking directly at him, he remained calm and calm.
As Bi Jie said before, everything in the box now is just a worm to Tang Hao.
How can the bright sky cause mood swings due to the gaze of ants under my feet?
Swish swish swish!
Four figures fell under the stone steps one after the other.
Looking at Tang Hao and Qing He in front of him, the leader Su Daji did not hesitate, bowed directly and bowed deeply, "Su Daji of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, I have met you, sir!"
Standing behind Su Daji were Shennong, Ao Li'er and Su Wanwan.
Seeing Tang Hao in front of them, who had an even more detached temperament than before, several people actually forgot to salute for a moment.
As for Magnet Tang Hao, looking at the strange woman bent at 90 degrees in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although when he first entered the box and came to Qinghe, he vaguely guessed that Qingqiu might have sent someone to Luoshui.
However, Tang Hao never expected that the person who came actually had the same name as the legendary Su Daji who seduced the emperor and conquered the country and the people!
When he first met Su Wanwan, he jokingly speculated whether Su Daji might also be from the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
But a joke is a joke after all. In my memory, Su Daji was a mortal woman.
Now it was not long after the Lich War, and the fluctuation of Su Daji's cultivation in front of him had obviously surpassed Da Luo.
This kind of existence is obviously not related to the femme fatale in the memory that ruined the fate of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
Tang Hao, who was deep in thought about the name Su Daji, did not speak immediately. If he didn't speak, Su Daji would keep bending over and not dare to get up.
The sunlight moved slowly, and with it, the shadow behind Tang Hao.
Because Tang Hao didn't speak for a long time, everyone suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression coming from the depths of their souls!
It was as if they were being watched indifferently by a superior god. Even though this sense of oppression was not emitted intentionally by Tang Hao, everyone was still subconsciously terrified!
The next moment, as if the gods in the sky moved the stopped time hand, making the years flow again, a calm voice sounded in the ears of several people, "Qingqiu Fox Clan?"
When Tang Hao finally spoke, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
For some reason, as time went by, Tang Hao's indifferent temperament seemed to become more and more obvious.
I didn't feel much when I was outside the Shennong Hall just now, but now that I'm standing at the same height as Tang Hao, this feeling is very obvious.
They were obviously standing on the square, but whether it was Su Daji or the Shennong clan, they all had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.
That was Tang Hao who was standing in front of them with his hands behind his hands. He was like the sky above his head, so high that he couldn't look at him for a long time!
Su Daji slowly straightened up. Facing Tang Hao's gaze that was so calm that no emotion could be seen, a rare hint of nervousness arose in her heart!
"Yes, sir!"
"Yours and I...like the Saint, we both come from the Qingqiu Fox Clan!"
The lazy temperament that she used to tease Su Wanwan in the Shennong Palace has long since disappeared. At this moment, Su Daji looks more like a mortal woman who is about to talk to an immortal!
