Although Da Yuer's aunt and niece worked together to help me resolve the first demonic obstacle, the thick demonic energy as dense as thick smoke still floated out of Da Yuer's palace, alarming several peerless masters in Shengjing Palace, allowing them to discover Yuan Chengzhi's arrival
There is a smoky temple in the northeast direction closest to the harem. People coming to worship and seek blessings are the Taoist temple, which was envoyed by Huang Taiji, the second generation of the Qing Dynasty monarch, and the temple master was Da Yu'er's adopted father, Xu Ming, who claimed to be the descendant of Xu Fu.
In a quiet room at the center of the towering Taoist temple, a middle-aged man wearing a green Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his left hand was stepping on the seven-star steps, circling around the altar like lightning, and his right hand was constantly picking his fingers, pointing at the fluttering smoke in the middle, muttering with words: The founding ancestor is above, and now the 100th generation descendant Zhang Long has to go outside the pass to find the dragon vein that truly restores the Han Dynasty. He hopes that the ancestors of all generations will bless Zhang Long and help the future true emperor to survive the current disaster.
As soon as the middle-aged words fell, a pleasant voice for help came from beside him: Ah Master... Demonic energy...
At the same time, a graceful girl in Taoist robe walked out from behind the curtains, panickedly resisting the strong demonic energy floating in from outside
Accompanied by the girl's surprise shout, Zhang Long's pair of shiny tiger eyes looked at the girl walking towards him angrily, and was about to scold his beloved little disciple. When he saw the demonic energy in the sky, he had to wave the whisk to help the disciple, collecting most of the demonic energy at the center of the altar.
However, his heart seemed to be attacked by someone who had been manipulated with a thick black gas, spewing out red blood. Then he sighed to the sky and said with tears in his face: God's will! God's will, everything is God's will, it's God's will!
The girl swung her palms, opened the faint black air around her, rushed to her master, held her body, raised a white jade face as white as pear blossoms and said in a tone of shame: Master, it's all for Yujing to be useless, and made the master's ritual fail, but... Junior brother... Junior brother he...
Her palm gently brushed the hair of the little disciple who was puzzled in front of her. Zhang Long looked at the peerless face with a confused look, and asked the disciple as if he was trapped in memory: Yujing, the master has brought you and Yumei out of Nanjing, and it has been ten years since he went out of the pass, right?
Before he could finish his master's question, Yujing's goose-like jade face showed a pale expression, and he said anxiously: Master, although his sister Yumei is following his disciples to learn the Taoist teachings of the Heavenly Master, he and his disciples generally hope to be disciples of the Heavenly Master in this life, and always be with his master, and become a successful practitioner of Taoism like a founding ancestor.
Smiling and shook his head at the little disciple, Zhang Long nodded again, his palm gently flipped off the bun on the head of the Taoist Yujing, and then took three steps back, looking at the altar with increasingly strong thick fog, and said resolutely: I thought that the contemporary head of the Tianshi Cult would expel you from this sect, even when walking in the world, you would not be allowed to use the name of the Tianshi Cult, otherwise you would be in danger of your life.
The Taoist Yujing, who knew that his master was the only person, let the dispersed black hair cover the sad jade face, and his slender legs fell behind the contemporary head of the Tianshi Cult. He twisted the willow waist like a snake, turned his head to face the curtain that was blown by the mighty wind, and said sadly: Yumei, come out too! Let's meet the last time you meet the master.
A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the Taoist who looked exactly like the Taoist of Yujing also knelt with his sister. She was already in tears, but she asked the old man: Master, what did we sisters do wrong? You want to drive us out of the wall?
The two gusts of sleeves brushed across the left and right winds pulled the two sisters who were kneeling on the ground to close the altar at the same time. Zhang Long turned his face normally and showed a sad look on his face. He wrapped his arms across the necks of the two disciples, pointed his five fingers at the two black gas in the middle of the altar. He moved dozens of times and said at the same time: You sisters look at the two people in the abyss, and see what they feel when they see it?
The two sisters who were in love looked at the two fogs that were in close contact and gradually thinning, and the two pairs of phoenix eyes also concentrated all their spiritual strength.
When the thick fog dissipated, the sisters' hearts started to be beating rapidly. It turned out that there were two naked men in the center of the fog.
The man on the left is tall and tall, his muscles are like a bearded old root. His bare head and his face show a ferocious and cruel look, which makes both sisters exclaim at the same time: Dorgon
He glanced at the crotch with a shy look shyly. When he saw the object that was even more ugly, he also secretly blamed himself for his curiosity. He quickly turned his eyes away and looked at the boy next to him.
The fair skin that is almost comparable to that of his sisters makes the two sisters envious; their tall noses and two slightly open thick lips seem to show the indomitableness in the heart of the boy; and the most special and attractive thing to the sisters are the eyes of complex colors, which are as deep and wide as the ocean, which naturally has a sense of attraction to women, and the green that flashes inside makes the woman's heart tremble deeply, as if she wants to get close to this boy.
Driven by curiosity, both sisters stopped their eyes on the teenager's thigh, looking at the most mysterious place between their sisters.
The crystal-colored light is constantly flashing. In addition to the inherent ink color, green and red, there are also clear blue, yellow, indigo and purple colors; and the straight column, which is almost several times the diameter of Dorgon, seems to have infinite power, and it also seems to be extremely consistent with the law of thermal expansion and contraction, and is still expanding continuously
A sense of familiarity arises from the hearts of the two sisters, and their minds seem to be completely attracted by this young man or an alien object; at this moment, the Taoist womb they have cultivated for a full ten years also seems to be hit hard, slowly spreading the tiny slits, engraving the figure of this young man.
Looking at the two disciples whose faces were getting brighter and brighter and more lustful, the head sect Zhang Long showed a slight smile on his face, and looked at the naked boy with a smile, and kept nodding in praise, but shouted at the two disciples who were flooding with love: You are evil, why don’t you wake up quickly!
The open Taoist typhoon closed tightly again with this light shout. The two sisters with rosy faces came back to their senses and remembered that they were still in the master's wrist. The jade face couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
The jade-eyed Taoist pointed at the naked boy while pointing at the naked boy, and asked Zhang Long with a trembling and urgent voice: Master, is he a junior brother... is he a junior brother?
He pulled his eyes back from the boy, and Zhang Long looked at the shy sisters in his arms who were more beautiful than ever before. Zhang Long felt that all the negative emotions and worries in his heart disappeared in a flash. His eyes remained on their jade faces. Lao Huai smiled and said with a big smile: My son, your future husband can still see the eyes of you sisters!
The fingers also twisted their noses
Yumei Taoist replied in a hurry: Of course, the junior brother is the best, Yumei is...
Later, Taoist Yumei found the smirk on his master's face, and his face became even more embarrassed.
The Taoist Yujing who had been thinking about it all the time, finally disappeared, and he said in horror: Master, is the real number one master of the Qing Dynasty you are talking about... is... Dorgon?
Gently patted his little disciple's jade shoulder, Zhang Long, the head of the Tianshi Sect, nodded heavily, and finally returned to his heart. He said with lingering fear: The master's previous trauma was also left by Dorgon!
When I first heard Dorgon, who was brave in the Qing Dynasty, was still the number one master of the Qing Dynasty. Taoist Yumei was shocked even more than his sister. He asked in disbelief: Master, why did Dorgon’s previous skills be so low?
Regarding the half-believing and half-doubted eyes of his two disciples, the head of the Tianshi Sect showed a sad look on his face, and said helplessly and sadly: If there was no Dorgon, who could not be killed by ordinary people in the Qing Dynasty, with the wisdom and kung fu of our three brothers ten years ago, the Qing Dynasty had already been destroyed. Do you still have to look forward to the righteousness with the Qing Dynasty? Will the master and his men work hard to overthrow them from the Qing Dynasty for more than ten years? Will the master give up the majesty of the head of the sect and become a small national teacher in a bitter way?
Thinking of the grievances that his master has suffered over the past ten years, the doubts that the Taoist sisters in Yujing, which were originally incomprehensible, also suddenly realized at this moment, and they both said in unison: Master, are you hoping for junior brother... Junior brother...
The eyes turned to the younger brother next to him, whose figure gradually faded. Thinking of the hardships and hardships that subverted the Qing Dynasty, the two sisters showed bitterness on their faces, and they also felt full of pity for the younger brother.
Zhang Long, whose eyes always looked extremely firm, continued to explain: Yes, this is the mission he had to complete, only success, no failure; otherwise, he would be in a state of reincarnation forever and would be scattered.
Taoist Yujing finally understood his mission in his heart and asked in unison with his sister: Are we the ones around our junior brother in the past?
For this junior brother, the two sisters really feel in love at first sight, and I also hope that my master will calculate the marriage in his previous life.
Zhang Long, the head of the Tianshi Sect, shook his head laughed and cried, and said seriously to the two proud disciples: You should not believe in your previous life, and you cannot fully practice the cause and effect of your previous life in this life. Your uncle Sword Dragon is a clear example. In the end, he ended up dead in a foreign land. Even the master only had time to collect the corpse of you and your sisters. The immortal fate must be fought for by yourself. Only by restoring the Han Dynasty, will the vastness of China realize that the master is tired and resting. Today you will directly bring the corpse of the sword dragon to the Central Plains, and it will be difficult for you to get things outside the pass.
After saying that, the figure disappeared into the quiet room, as if this person had never appeared before.
Pulling the sister who was still dazed in front of the empty eyes, the Yumei Taoist smiled sly and said: Sister, do you think the junior brother is the master's own son? We have never heard of our master's wife!
While pulling his sister's delicate body towards the two sisters' room, Taoist Yujing blamed her: I really like the arrangement master, no wonder he doesn't want to accept you as a disciple!
There is a smoky temple in the northeast direction closest to the harem. People coming to worship and seek blessings are the Taoist temple, which was envoyed by Huang Taiji, the second generation of the Qing Dynasty monarch, and the temple master was Da Yu'er's adopted father, Xu Ming, who claimed to be the descendant of Xu Fu.
In a quiet room at the center of the towering Taoist temple, a middle-aged man wearing a green Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his left hand was stepping on the seven-star steps, circling around the altar like lightning, and his right hand was constantly picking his fingers, pointing at the fluttering smoke in the middle, muttering with words: The founding ancestor is above, and now the 100th generation descendant Zhang Long has to go outside the pass to find the dragon vein that truly restores the Han Dynasty. He hopes that the ancestors of all generations will bless Zhang Long and help the future true emperor to survive the current disaster.
As soon as the middle-aged words fell, a pleasant voice for help came from beside him: Ah Master... Demonic energy...
At the same time, a graceful girl in Taoist robe walked out from behind the curtains, panickedly resisting the strong demonic energy floating in from outside
Accompanied by the girl's surprise shout, Zhang Long's pair of shiny tiger eyes looked at the girl walking towards him angrily, and was about to scold his beloved little disciple. When he saw the demonic energy in the sky, he had to wave the whisk to help the disciple, collecting most of the demonic energy at the center of the altar.
However, his heart seemed to be attacked by someone who had been manipulated with a thick black gas, spewing out red blood. Then he sighed to the sky and said with tears in his face: God's will! God's will, everything is God's will, it's God's will!
The girl swung her palms, opened the faint black air around her, rushed to her master, held her body, raised a white jade face as white as pear blossoms and said in a tone of shame: Master, it's all for Yujing to be useless, and made the master's ritual fail, but... Junior brother... Junior brother he...
Her palm gently brushed the hair of the little disciple who was puzzled in front of her. Zhang Long looked at the peerless face with a confused look, and asked the disciple as if he was trapped in memory: Yujing, the master has brought you and Yumei out of Nanjing, and it has been ten years since he went out of the pass, right?
Before he could finish his master's question, Yujing's goose-like jade face showed a pale expression, and he said anxiously: Master, although his sister Yumei is following his disciples to learn the Taoist teachings of the Heavenly Master, he and his disciples generally hope to be disciples of the Heavenly Master in this life, and always be with his master, and become a successful practitioner of Taoism like a founding ancestor.
Smiling and shook his head at the little disciple, Zhang Long nodded again, his palm gently flipped off the bun on the head of the Taoist Yujing, and then took three steps back, looking at the altar with increasingly strong thick fog, and said resolutely: I thought that the contemporary head of the Tianshi Cult would expel you from this sect, even when walking in the world, you would not be allowed to use the name of the Tianshi Cult, otherwise you would be in danger of your life.
The Taoist Yujing, who knew that his master was the only person, let the dispersed black hair cover the sad jade face, and his slender legs fell behind the contemporary head of the Tianshi Cult. He twisted the willow waist like a snake, turned his head to face the curtain that was blown by the mighty wind, and said sadly: Yumei, come out too! Let's meet the last time you meet the master.
A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the Taoist who looked exactly like the Taoist of Yujing also knelt with his sister. She was already in tears, but she asked the old man: Master, what did we sisters do wrong? You want to drive us out of the wall?
The two gusts of sleeves brushed across the left and right winds pulled the two sisters who were kneeling on the ground to close the altar at the same time. Zhang Long turned his face normally and showed a sad look on his face. He wrapped his arms across the necks of the two disciples, pointed his five fingers at the two black gas in the middle of the altar. He moved dozens of times and said at the same time: You sisters look at the two people in the abyss, and see what they feel when they see it?
The two sisters who were in love looked at the two fogs that were in close contact and gradually thinning, and the two pairs of phoenix eyes also concentrated all their spiritual strength.
When the thick fog dissipated, the sisters' hearts started to be beating rapidly. It turned out that there were two naked men in the center of the fog.
The man on the left is tall and tall, his muscles are like a bearded old root. His bare head and his face show a ferocious and cruel look, which makes both sisters exclaim at the same time: Dorgon
He glanced at the crotch with a shy look shyly. When he saw the object that was even more ugly, he also secretly blamed himself for his curiosity. He quickly turned his eyes away and looked at the boy next to him.
The fair skin that is almost comparable to that of his sisters makes the two sisters envious; their tall noses and two slightly open thick lips seem to show the indomitableness in the heart of the boy; and the most special and attractive thing to the sisters are the eyes of complex colors, which are as deep and wide as the ocean, which naturally has a sense of attraction to women, and the green that flashes inside makes the woman's heart tremble deeply, as if she wants to get close to this boy.
Driven by curiosity, both sisters stopped their eyes on the teenager's thigh, looking at the most mysterious place between their sisters.
The crystal-colored light is constantly flashing. In addition to the inherent ink color, green and red, there are also clear blue, yellow, indigo and purple colors; and the straight column, which is almost several times the diameter of Dorgon, seems to have infinite power, and it also seems to be extremely consistent with the law of thermal expansion and contraction, and is still expanding continuously
A sense of familiarity arises from the hearts of the two sisters, and their minds seem to be completely attracted by this young man or an alien object; at this moment, the Taoist womb they have cultivated for a full ten years also seems to be hit hard, slowly spreading the tiny slits, engraving the figure of this young man.
Looking at the two disciples whose faces were getting brighter and brighter and more lustful, the head sect Zhang Long showed a slight smile on his face, and looked at the naked boy with a smile, and kept nodding in praise, but shouted at the two disciples who were flooding with love: You are evil, why don’t you wake up quickly!
The open Taoist typhoon closed tightly again with this light shout. The two sisters with rosy faces came back to their senses and remembered that they were still in the master's wrist. The jade face couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
The jade-eyed Taoist pointed at the naked boy while pointing at the naked boy, and asked Zhang Long with a trembling and urgent voice: Master, is he a junior brother... is he a junior brother?
He pulled his eyes back from the boy, and Zhang Long looked at the shy sisters in his arms who were more beautiful than ever before. Zhang Long felt that all the negative emotions and worries in his heart disappeared in a flash. His eyes remained on their jade faces. Lao Huai smiled and said with a big smile: My son, your future husband can still see the eyes of you sisters!
The fingers also twisted their noses
Yumei Taoist replied in a hurry: Of course, the junior brother is the best, Yumei is...
Later, Taoist Yumei found the smirk on his master's face, and his face became even more embarrassed.
The Taoist Yujing who had been thinking about it all the time, finally disappeared, and he said in horror: Master, is the real number one master of the Qing Dynasty you are talking about... is... Dorgon?
Gently patted his little disciple's jade shoulder, Zhang Long, the head of the Tianshi Sect, nodded heavily, and finally returned to his heart. He said with lingering fear: The master's previous trauma was also left by Dorgon!
When I first heard Dorgon, who was brave in the Qing Dynasty, was still the number one master of the Qing Dynasty. Taoist Yumei was shocked even more than his sister. He asked in disbelief: Master, why did Dorgon’s previous skills be so low?
Regarding the half-believing and half-doubted eyes of his two disciples, the head of the Tianshi Sect showed a sad look on his face, and said helplessly and sadly: If there was no Dorgon, who could not be killed by ordinary people in the Qing Dynasty, with the wisdom and kung fu of our three brothers ten years ago, the Qing Dynasty had already been destroyed. Do you still have to look forward to the righteousness with the Qing Dynasty? Will the master and his men work hard to overthrow them from the Qing Dynasty for more than ten years? Will the master give up the majesty of the head of the sect and become a small national teacher in a bitter way?
Thinking of the grievances that his master has suffered over the past ten years, the doubts that the Taoist sisters in Yujing, which were originally incomprehensible, also suddenly realized at this moment, and they both said in unison: Master, are you hoping for junior brother... Junior brother...
The eyes turned to the younger brother next to him, whose figure gradually faded. Thinking of the hardships and hardships that subverted the Qing Dynasty, the two sisters showed bitterness on their faces, and they also felt full of pity for the younger brother.
Zhang Long, whose eyes always looked extremely firm, continued to explain: Yes, this is the mission he had to complete, only success, no failure; otherwise, he would be in a state of reincarnation forever and would be scattered.
Taoist Yujing finally understood his mission in his heart and asked in unison with his sister: Are we the ones around our junior brother in the past?
For this junior brother, the two sisters really feel in love at first sight, and I also hope that my master will calculate the marriage in his previous life.
Zhang Long, the head of the Tianshi Sect, shook his head laughed and cried, and said seriously to the two proud disciples: You should not believe in your previous life, and you cannot fully practice the cause and effect of your previous life in this life. Your uncle Sword Dragon is a clear example. In the end, he ended up dead in a foreign land. Even the master only had time to collect the corpse of you and your sisters. The immortal fate must be fought for by yourself. Only by restoring the Han Dynasty, will the vastness of China realize that the master is tired and resting. Today you will directly bring the corpse of the sword dragon to the Central Plains, and it will be difficult for you to get things outside the pass.
After saying that, the figure disappeared into the quiet room, as if this person had never appeared before.
Pulling the sister who was still dazed in front of the empty eyes, the Yumei Taoist smiled sly and said: Sister, do you think the junior brother is the master's own son? We have never heard of our master's wife!
While pulling his sister's delicate body towards the two sisters' room, Taoist Yujing blamed her: I really like the arrangement master, no wonder he doesn't want to accept you as a disciple!
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