No matter which way Long Li chooses, the result will be the same.
The two stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time.
Then, the two returned to Evergreen Cliff.
Go on with their lazy lives.
For a long time, they did nothing.
When Wu Tian was dozing in a daze, Xiaobai suddenly said: "Someone is coming!"
Wu Tian slowly raised his head and looked outside the mountain.
Two figures, one big and one small.
He was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Emperor Qibei, and a little boy carved in pink and jade.
He looks four or five years old.
Wu Tian disappeared in an instant.
"Your son?"
Wu Tian appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Emperor Qibei was shocked. .
Then he salutes and calls Taojun.
Not only because they haven’t seen each other for ten thousand years, but also because Wu Tian’s status today is too high.
It can even be said that in the prehistoric times, no one can match Wu Tian's identity.
After all, he suppressed an era and dominated an era.
Regardless of whether he admits it or not, in the past ten thousand years, all sentient beings, regardless of their level of cultivation, have lived under his rule.
The ancient era of chaos is his era, Taoist Lord Wu Tiandao, the ancient Taoist chaos!
Above all living beings.
"Qiyu pays homage to Lord Dao!"
The pink and tender little boy followed his father and saluted solemnly.
His eyes are sharp and he is very curious about Wu Tian.
It should be his father who said a lot about Wu Tian.
"What Dao Lord? Call me uncle!"
"Or brother, too!"
Wu Tian's claws stretched out to the child's pink face.
Both father and son were stunned.
Then Emperor Qibei became speechless. After ten thousand years, Emperor Qibei felt the urge to hold his forehead again.
Still so familiar and unreliable, or in other words, casual and informal.
When the little boy's face was pinched, his brows furrowed slightly, feeling a little troubled, but he didn't hide it.
Wu Tian pinched it gently, then pinched it again, and when he was about to pinch it for the third time, the little boy's father couldn't stand it anymore.
Pulled his son away from the clutches of the devil.
Wu Tiansan retracted his hand.
At this time, Xiaobai also came down.
Rolled his eyes wide.
Xiaobai meets Emperor Qibei.
Emperor Qibei returned the gift.
Although he is already powerful, he is very polite to Xiaobai.
Not only because of Xiaobai's identity, but also because of Xiaobai's strength.
In the past ten thousand years, the Little Tiger King of the Western Wilderness has risen rapidly, and the Little Dragon King of the East China Sea has surpassed his peers and is invincible in the contemporary era.
They are the two brightest new stars.
It is said that a tiger father has no dog sons.
But Emperor Qibei knew who trained them.
"Qiyu, come, come to uncle!"
Xiao Qiyu hid behind his father.
"Come, brother will take you to hunt dates!"
Xiao Qiyu's eyes lit up, she glanced at her father, and ran towards Xiao Bai.
Xiaobai raised his chin at Wu Tian.
Wu Tian doubted his fate as a child.
Xiaobai ran up the mountain with Qiyu.
Wu Tian and Qibei Huang followed slowly up the mountain.
Emperor Qibei looked at Longhu Mountain. It had been more than 10,000 years since he last came.
"Your mountain is desolate." Emperor Qibei said.
"This is called wildness!"
Wu Tianqiang's words make sense.
It used to be taken care of by Qingfeng.
Now, he is lazy.
What's more, he won't stay long.
Let it grow wild.
Emperor Qibei smiled and said nothing.
"Eat dates or drink water?"
Wu Tian asked.
"Follow them."
Still worried about my son.
Gu Jia
Wu Tian smiled.
Then he asked: "Does your old man know that you are here?"
It took Emperor Qibei a while to realize who the old man Wu Tian was talking about was.
Their ancestors.
"Know."
Emperor Qibei glanced at Wu Tian with an incomprehensible look.
In the recent great liquidation, their ancestors were among them.
Heaven's punishment has come to Qilin Ancestral Mountain.
If you say it has nothing to do with the man in front of you, you won't believe it even if you beat him to death.
In the year before the end of the chaotic ancient era, many people were liquidated by him!
Black clouds cover the sky, angry thunder rolls, blood stains the earth, and the earth is scorched everywhere.
That year, countless living beings died under the thunder and disaster of heavenly punishment.
All sentient beings in the prehistoric times were so oppressed that year that they didn't even dare to breathe, and they were extremely quiet.
One person's fierce power can overwhelm the entire prehistoric era.
Even the mighty powers of heaven and earth have learned to be cautious in their words and deeds.
Don't want to touch that bad luck.
The power of one person!
"Why do you look at me like that?"
Emperor Qibei shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Their ancestors were also unlucky.
messed with him.
"Between you and our ancestor?"
Wu Tian waved his hand, "Children should not interfere with matters between adults!"
Emperor Qibei was speechless.
Now he's a kid again?
Who asked his son to call him brother just now?
Whether it's to be promoted a generation or demoted a generation, he has the final say.
They all make sense.
It makes sense.
Especially the next generation up.
Emperor Qibei sighed, and finally nodded.
He is really not qualified to care about the matters between Dao Lord and the ancestor.
"Father, there are so many dates!"
The little boy turned back, his eyes shining with joy.
The two quickened their pace.
Joined the ranks of beating dates.
Jujube play requires a lot of people and children.
That's what makes it interesting.
This is another harvest season.
It’s the season to meet old friends and play jujube.
…
Qibei Emperor Qiyu and his son stayed in Longhu Mountain for half a year.
Before leaving, Wu Tian gave the little guy a safe and sound card.
A wooden plaque made of ten thousand-year-old jujube wood is engraved with: Peace every year.
Emperor Qibei put it on his son's neck with great care.
He knew the weight of this gift.
Xiao Qiyu has also become familiar with Wu Tian, and he is no longer as reserved as when he came here.
That should all be due to his father, who talked a lot about Wu Tian and scared the little guy.
"Goodbye Xiao Qiyu!"
"Goodbye uncle!"
"Goodbye, Brother Xiaobai!"
The little guy waved, his eyes red, and he was very reluctant to give up.
Here, he is going crazy.
And his father couldn't control it.
Once Emperor Qibei and his son left, Longhu Mountain seemed even more deserted.
"Let's go too."
Xiaobai's eyes lit up: "Going to find Longli?"
Wu Tian nodded.
The two of them went down the mountain and headed towards Buzhou Mountain in a leisurely manner.
Ten thousand years later, the prehistoric times were already bustling with activity.
There are many races of creatures, many of which Wu Tian has never seen before.
The originally desolate Western Wasteland was now inhabited by many races.
There are birds, beasts, and insects.
Even Wu Tian could not help but lament that time has changed and the years have changed.
On this day, they encountered a big mountain.
Or it should be called the Holy Mountain.
The mountain is so high that no one can reach the top, and the clouds and mist are lingering...
