Heaven does not support idlers.
Bai Moulong received the mission without waiting for two days of rest. Perhaps because of the special nature of the Female Guard Battalion, most of the missions were easier and more convenient, unless it was like the previous time when the Heavenly Army fought fiercely with gods and demons, and the entire Female Guard Battalion was dispatched.
The golden task document was put down, revealing a delicate and pretty face.
"It's another orientation mission. It's good. I haven't been to the Immortal Platform for a long time."
I stayed here for more than three days.
Put on the mighty immortal armor and hold the weapons, go to the barracks with the documents to order the fifty sassy female heavenly soldiers, board the ship and leave the floating fairy island in Yaochi at the designated time, not daring to be a minute earlier or even half a minute later.
Handing over to his colleagues exactly at the designated time, the previous immortal officials and heavenly soldiers left with the newly ascended mortal immortals.
Moubai sat down at the table.
Motionless and wandering around the world...
There is no exact time for Qian Shengxian to receive this kind of work. He may ascend several times in a row, or he may sit there for three days and then go back empty-handed. There are so many transmissions on the Immortal Platform that are not regular, and it all depends on the list of documents.
The fifty female heavenly soldiers are already familiar with their work and are practicing hard.
A long while.
The runes on the Immortal Platform below flicker, and fairy music curls up.
Moubai came back to his senses, flipped through the documents, and suddenly became interested.
"Hey, he is actually a poet!"
A lotus flower blooms out of thin air, with a fragrant fragrance. It is rare to become an immortal with literature. Various strange celestial phenomena seem to welcome the arrival of poetry immortals. Ordinary immortals will never be treated like this. Playing immortal music is considered to give face. Those who disrespect the heaven and despise the heaven and have evil thoughts will even be struck by lightning. , it is rare for people to be overwhelmed by the hype.
Not all those who ascend to immortality have to experience thunder tribulations, and non-practitioners also have a chance to become immortals.
Poetic immortals, dancing and music immortals, medical immortals, as well as some good people or true sages with great wisdom are just rare to see.
The auspicious clouds gather, and the pen and ink fly in the sky to write the eternal quatrains.
Bai Yujun feels that the artistic conception is very powerful, and the poems are really amazing. Unlike Bai Moulong, who just said "F*ck" to the end of the world, it is estimated that the heaven will be lively again, and Penglai is very suitable for him.
Among the colorful clouds, a middle-aged man with white hair on the temples was riding a donkey with blank eyes.
Ordinary scholars dress up and have nothing special. The donkey with which one of them can ascend to heaven is considered a valuable possession, a wine gourd, a cloth pocket containing pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and half a piece of cake.
He was really confused.
However, the Immortal of Poetry is the Immortal of Poetry. When I was confused, I suddenly saw that the surrounding scenery had its own charm, such as the sea of clouds, the three-foot-high vigorous ancient pines on the edge of the floating island, and the rugged and strange rocks. I suddenly became inspired by poetry and opened my mouth.
All the heavenly soldiers and generals were at a loss the whole time, so they just pretended to understand.
Riding a donkey backwards and drinking alcohol, he had no intention of ascending to immortality. Bai Bai had no choice but to come forward to receive him. What would happen if this guy fell drunk and died...
"Sir, please come and register."
"Huh? Is there anyone?"
Driving the donkey up the jade steps, he was shocked to see the soldiers.
He turned over and got off the donkey and saluted. When he saw clearly that they were a group of female soldiers, the generals praised them repeatedly for their heroic appearance. The so-called royal guards were eclipsed. He suddenly noticed that the leader had white hair on his head, double horns and long pointed ears, and secretly sighed that it was strange.
"Meng Yi, may I ask where this is?"
"This is the Celestial Platform of the Immortal World. Congratulations to fellow Taoist for becoming an immortal. There is a document that you need to fill out here. I will take you to the Heavenly Court to return to heaven in three days. Please wait here."
"Immortal... Immortal world? Heaven? I... I... I became an immortal?"
"That's right, but you're a donkey who is lucky enough to be destined to go to the Immortal Platform. You have to wait here for three days. Don't ask. Asking is the rule."
After registering in detail, continue to be bored.
The Shixian was also a wonderful person, with a wonderful mentality, looking around and making comments.
The ancient trees on the cliffside of the floating island, the elegant and fragrant fairy flowers, and the bald brush thrown away by a certain fairy official. In short, it is easy to find fun to pass the time. After asking about the general situation of the fairy world, I immediately determined to travel across thousands of rivers and mountains, to the end of the world, and to witness every inch of the prehistoric fairy world. Beautiful view.
Immortals ascended one after another, men, women, old and young, each with their own characteristics.
Moubai hoped that a painting immortal would come to discuss painting ideas with each other, but all of them were practitioners. Painting immortals and poetry immortals were extremely rare.
"so boring……"
Registration, stamping, waiting, and endless introductions and explanations make the work boring.
"It's time to show off your true skill, the art of cloning."
Gather your clones and take over the work.
The real body was wandering around carrying a wine gourd, lazing around in front of many new immortals.
The sky is vast and the clouds are everywhere, and everyone can share a glass of wine.
I sat sideways on the rugged rocks on the edge of the floating island, looking at the vast sea of clouds. Although I wanted to jump off and have a swim, the regulations were strict and did not allow free play. Even the mythical beast and the real dragon had to be coiled. Alas, there were too many things to do, which delayed the search for the dragon skeleton. As for the matter of leaving behind the secret realm, it would be great if I could have help. The progress is going at a slow pace right now.
Take a sip of sweet fruit wine, pick up gravel and throw it into the sea of clouds.
Whoosh~
Jinhua Tianhe fairy carp leaped up.
Jumping three feet high with a trail of mist, fluttering and falling into the sea of clouds.
"Ha! What a fat koi carp!"
He jumped up with a swish, stood on the edge of the cliff and waved to the vast sea of clouds, making his hands like a trumpet and shouting, swallowing hard and wishing he could just hold it in his mouth and swallow it, the smell was really fresh...
The breeze is drunk and fragrant, and the koi fish are floating in the sky in the mirror.
Perhaps the koi carps felt the warm call of the dragon and were calm for a moment. Suddenly, a group of koi fat carp jumped up in the mist, white, red, and even blue carp, stirring the sea of clouds and dazzling them. The poetry fairy shouted auspiciousness and opened his mouth to write a poem.
A certain Bai was standing on the edge of the cliff jumping up and down, very happy, his eyes curved into crescents.
"Hoho~ it must be delicious~"
The beauty of the fairy world is so wonderful that even the most powerful art master cannot paint it.
In this turbulent and turbulent fairyland, countless eyes can only see secret techniques, pills, and treasures and weapons that can enhance strength. They rush through life through intrigues and intrigues. If they are willing to take a rest and slow down, they will definitely see the beauty of the fairyland.
A certain Bai held his chin with both hands and held a blade of grass from the corner of his mouth, acting stupidly.
"very nice."
The setting sun sets in the west, reflecting the Red Sea.
Huge, round red koi fish leap into the sunset.
As the stars move, the lunar star and the moon shine on the ancient world, and several flower trees around the immortal platform bloom with fluorescence. The new immortals are amazed and full of expectations for the future, like energetic students.
Before I knew it, it was midnight.
Sendai is still bright, warm and cozy.
In vain.
Bai Yujun sensed some kind of threat!
Frowning, he secretly calculated, but found nothing. It was obviously too involved and far beyond his current ability.
This is the supreme heaven in the immortal world. Although the Immortal Platform is remote, it is surrounded by many heavenly armies and countless great gods. How could there be a threat?
The surface returned calmly, eyes scanning everyone and everything.
It is definitely difficult to predict without a target, but as long as you can keep an eye on it, it will become easier.
The heavenly soldiers are all normal, and the rookie gods are not the problem. I am afraid that I will make a mistake and scan it three times but still find nothing. The animal instinct in my heart is getting more and more anxious.
He suddenly paused when his eyes glanced at the roster on the wooden table.
"Um?"
It's just a roster that says someone ascended at such and such a time.
He stepped forward and grabbed the roster and scanned every name. When he saw the name that was about to ascend in a quarter of an hour, his pretty face became even more confused. What kind of threat was this?
Anyone who is known to heaven and can ascend to the Immortal Platform is a normal monk.
If the demons change, they will not come here at all. The roster is similar to the book of life and death in the underworld, but looking at the roster does feel wrong.
"It's strange..."
