It was approaching dusk, and the remaining clouds were like brocade. Outside the Jiuzhe Valley Xianwu Hall, a Taoist from Qing Dynasty was leading the way. He was walking in a hurry and looked frightened. He said a few words about Master Tu setting up the Fumen, but Wei Shiqi didn't comment. Li Yihe was afraid of the cold, so he was wrapped up tightly, leaving only half of his face exposed outside the fur. His face was almost transparent, and his face was haggard. He didn't know what he had endured, and his vitality had plummeted. Wei Shiqi fed her a green pill, and Li Yihe held it under his tongue. A warm current seeped into his body, and his spirits were lifted. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, adding a bit of beauty.
When Tu Zhenren heard that Wei Shiqi had returned to the Jiuzhe Valley, he went straight to the Xianwu Palace without stopping. He knew something was wrong. He hurriedly ordered the boy to hold a talisman and send everyone away without staying. He originally planned to stay out of the matter, but suddenly he remembered Pu Hedao, the master of the main sect, was waiting in the valley. Worried about trouble, he had to go to Xianwu Hall in person.
Tu Zhenren has a high position and no one dares to disobey a talisman edict. The front of the Xianwu Palace is empty, and the clouds and mist are rolling. If there is a dragon pouring over the sea and overturning the river, Wei Shiqi glances at it several times, but does not embarrass the real person. He is waiting to step into the talisman gate. , suddenly heard a person say: "I am a Taoist who is in the Puhe Taoist sect. Can Master Miluo keep the jade toe temporarily? If you have any questions, please ask me." Wei Shiqi looked back and saw a tall Taoist with an iron crown and a sad face. His appearance was not even remotely similar to that of Tao Jinchan. On normal days, he would not hesitate to listen to what the master of the Zhengyi Sect had to say, but now he did not want to delay and said without hesitation: "The Master of the Pu Sect has arrived by chance. Wei has something to say." I have important things to do, and I am eager to return to the sect. I might as well meet you in the fairy city in the future and say goodbye!"
Pu Hedao raised his eyebrows. He couldn't remember the last time he was rejected by someone. When he greeted him politely, even Zuo Jingxu Xuanyuan Qing would stop and listen to what he said. Then Miluo Sect Master Rejecting so bluntly, is it because you are too high-minded, or because you are unsophisticated? He was about to speak again when he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Master Milo is not a common man. Since he has something important to do, why not bother him next time?"
Pu Hedao turned around and saw Tu Zhenren, the great elder of the Huashan Sect, standing behind him with a serious expression, not joking. There was bone in his words. Master Miluo was not a common person and did not adhere to common principles. As long as he could open the Talisman Gate, the Xianwu Palace could come and go freely, and no one could stop him. The talisman gate created by Tu Zhenren has hidden secrets, and Pu Hedao also knows it well. The elders of the various sects have enough Taoism, they can criticize the arrogant and defy the weak, and go straight to the Xianwu Palace. However, if they want to bring a disciple of the younger generation with them, it is like flying away with a hundred thousand mountains. However, it is difficult to reach the sky, so how can Wei Shiqi and his two disciples survive the Fumen? His face moved slightly, and his mind saw that Master Dingtu would not allow him to fiddle with his hands and feet, so he secretly helped.
The clouds and mist rolled, and the dragon's roar echoed thousands of times, resounding in every corner of the Jiuzhe Valley. Everyone unanimously turned their attention to the Xianwu Palace. There were many speculations. Even the demon clan was alarmed. Looking far away, they saw the sky above the Jiuzhe Valley. The wind and clouds are surging, the spiritual tide is swaying, and it arouses such a great momentum. I don't know who is responsible. Taoist Yiqing stepped into the Talisman Gate without stopping, not noticing anything strange at all. Pu Hedao's eyes narrowed and he watched Wei Shiqi and his female disciple enter through the Talisman Gate. He faintly glimpsed the mighty power of heaven and earth pressing down on him, but was struck by a ball. Supported by the fierce blood light, no harm can be done to the body.
Pu Hedao originally planned to persuade Wei Shiqi to let go of his mind, let him peek into the past and future, and see clearly where the ray of blood in the chaos came from and where it was going, and he even did not hesitate to sacrifice "Mount Sumeru" to forcibly suppress it. Tu Zhenren probably saw what he was thinking, so he stepped in and used the power of Fumen to remind him not to cause trouble in Jiuzhe Valley. He would never tolerate a second Fushengzi.
The Talisman Gate was overwhelmed and creaked, and it took a long time to subside. The Immortal Martial Palace buzzed, and the light of the teleportation array dispersed. Wei Shiqi's master and disciple had returned to the Immortal City, Pu Hedao pondered for a moment, and stepped towards the Talisman Gate. This time Tu Zhenren did not stop him, and watched him coldly as he walked through the Talisman Gate into the Immortal Martial Palace, and left the Jiuzhe Valley from the teleportation array. He felt relieved for no reason. With two less variables that could disrupt the situation, the outer realm could finally calm down for a while. If you want to make trouble, go to Fairy City to make trouble, go to Taiping Mountain to make trouble, and it will be nothing to him if you upset the sky!
From Jiuzhe Valley to Immortal City, it only took a short moment for the two Immortal Martial Palaces to be the same. If it weren't for the different scenes outside the palace, Taoist Yiqing would almost have thought that he had gone round and round and returned to the outside world. He followed the leader of Miluo Sect to Jiuzhe Valley, but was left behind in a blink of an eye. He was unfamiliar with the place and had to rely on his own efforts. He put on a smile and dealt with the people in the valley. Although no one deliberately bullied him, cold words were inevitable. Wei Shiqi left blood pills for him to practice. From time to time, he sent people back to the demon skin and bone demon pills, ordering him to exchange for the spirit pearl pills. Taoist Yiqing knew that these pearl pills were used for Li Yihe's cultivation, so he tried his best and did not dare to have any. accident. As Wei Shiqi's fierce reputation grew, Taoist Yiqing's hard days soon came to an end. When Tu Zhenren took control of Jiuzhe Valley, he was finally able to free up time to transport his blood, devote himself to cultivation, and his Taoism also improved.
Yiqing Taoist only seeks immortality in cultivating Taoism, staying safe and content, and finding peace with a small fortune. No matter how the war between the human and demon clans changes, he has never left the valley. Some people secretly mocked him as a "shrinking tortoise", but Yiqing Taoist just pretended not to know. He knew how much he had and became a monk on the way. By chance, he became a disciple of the Miluo Sect and became the sect master's registered disciple. It was a great blessing. For this, he was grateful and willing to do some errands for the sect. An An Live a stable life without seeking publicity. Arriving at the fairy city safely this time, it was like a wanderer returning to his hometown. His body and mind finally relaxed, and he no longer had to worry about the threat of monsters. The Taoist Taoist Yiqing showed a long-lost liveliness on his face. He ran back and forth and hired a speeding car to return to the sect.
As soon as she entered the fairy city, the star power fell all over the place. Li Yihe's spirit was suddenly lifted. Her hands and feet were warm, and there was a little more vitality in her eyebrows. She took off her fur to keep out the cold, and curiously looked at the eight horses pulling the cart, all over her body. Snow-white, without a trace of color, looking up and down, the horses are like dragons. I couldn't help but praise: "These eight horses are exactly the same, which is very rare."
Taoist Yiqing said cautiously: "I heard from the coachman that they are descendants of the Tianshan Divine Horse. They have eight children and run as fast as flying. If Senior Sister Li likes it..."
Li Yihe waved his hands hurriedly, indicating that he had no intention of wasting the spirit pearl pill. Most of the heads of the Immortal City Sect had their own cars to drive when traveling. It had not been long since the founding of the sect in Wei Shiqi and he had not yet taken into account these minor details. The Taoist Yi Qing had a lot of money in his pocket and was very generous, so he simply chose the most gorgeous Bajun Caiyun. Car, so as not to disgrace Miluo Sect. Seeing that Li Yihe was really unintentional and not being polite, he didn't go to discuss with the coachman to find out the details of the Eight Horses Caiyun Car.
Taoist Yiqing respectfully escorted Master and Senior Sister to the Caiyun Cart. After checking before and after that there was nothing wrong, he sat down with the driver and politely asked him to whip his horse and drive to Qianfu Valley in Taiping Mountain. The coachman's body was as lean as iron, and he wore a half-new bamboo hat. His eyes were as bright as lightning. He was not an ordinary servant. There is a saying that "elders walk everywhere, and monks are not as good as dogs." Crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the fairy city , I'm sure this coachman is an expert in the world of games. Once a Taoist has made up his mind, he will behave with his tail between his legs, be cautious in his words and deeds, and never say more than a word.
The coachman ignored him and cracked his whip. Eight horses pulled the colorful cloud carriage and galloped away. They stepped on the clouds with their hooves and flew up into the sky.
