"Zhen Yuanzi, have you gained anything?" From a distance, he saw a small earth-yellow dot appearing on the horizon, and Minghe started shouting.
The light spot arrived in an instant. Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand and threw out three men who were shaking in all directions, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, there is a harvest! The harvest is big!"
"Really!" Ming He's eyes lit up, he looked at the three men and said, "Hey! Zhen Yuanzi, didn't Fellow Taoist Qingming say there were two? Why is there one more?"
"That's their father, Yang Tianyou!" Li Qingming looked at Styx speechlessly and pointed at the older man in green robes.
"Who are you?" Xu was frightened by Styx's stare. Yang Tianyou, who was the first to recover, protected his two sons behind him and said tremblingly.
"Yang Tianyou, we haven't seen you for such a long time, don't you recognize me?" Li Qingming pushed aside the river of Hades and smiled faintly.
"Holy Father!" Yang Tianyou was shocked, pulled his two sons and knelt down in front of Li Qingming.
"Hahaha, okay, okay!" Li Qingming laughed loudly, and waved a soft force in his hand, about to help the three of them up. But who knew that Yang Tianyou just relied on his own will, whether life or death.
Refusing to get up, he kowtowed and said: "Yang Tianyou begs the Holy Father to save my wife Yao Ji!"
Li Qingming pondered for a long time and said: "Yang Tianyou, it's not that you are a poor person and unkind. It's that Yao Ji should have this disaster in her life. After this disaster, there will be no more disasters. If she is rescued now, this disaster will still happen in the future."
Will happen again!"
"Then Holy Father, will my mother be able to escape from this situation?" Yang Jian raised his head and looked at Li Qingming.
"Five hundred years! Five hundred years later, we will be out of trouble naturally!" Li Qingming stretched out a palm with his fingers spread wide.
After hearing this, Yang Tianyou sat on the ground in despair, murmuring softly: "Five hundred years, five hundred years..."
"Is it possible to escape the disaster early?" Yang Jian didn't care about his father's expression, but continued to ask.
"Yes!" Li Qingming nodded slightly and said: "As long as you wait for your brother or Yang Chan, one of you three brothers and sisters can break through the Taoshan Mountain, and then Yao Ji can escape from the trap! Enjoy countless calamities and freedom!"
Yang Jian and Yang Jiao looked at each other after hearing this, and both knelt down and said: "Please, Lord Holy Father, accept my brother as your disciple and teach him Taoism, Dharma, and Immortal Techniques!"
Li Qingming smiled, Zhen Yuanzi was depressed, and Ming He was dumbfounded...
"Why did I save these two white-eyed wolves! I didn't even say thank you, and I accepted others as my teacher when I came here. I'm so unlucky!" Zhen Yuanzi was so angry in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't say: "
No, you two were rescued by me, so you must worship me as your teacher!" Isn't this a forced purchase and sale?
On the other side of the Styx River, as soon as they understood what was going on, these two boys were crying and shouting that they wanted to become their disciples. What a big deal!
Li Qingming smiled and said: "Yang Jian, you and I have a master-disciple relationship, so I will accept you. Yang Jiao, although you are very talented, you are not destined to be a poor man, so let nature take its course!"
"Here, Lord Holy Father, please accept my brother!" Although Yang Jian was happy when he heard this, he could not give up his brother, so he begged.
Li Qingming waved his hand, indicating that Yang Jian didn't need to say more. Then he pointed at Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He, and said: "One of these two is Zhen Yuan, the ancestor of the earth immortals, and the other is Ming He, the Nether Saint. There are two of them.
If a saint is here, why should he hang himself from a tree?"
Yang Jiao, who was a little disappointed in his heart, turned to look at Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He, and begged: "Will the saint accept me as his disciple?"
Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He looked at each other. Zhen Yuanzi smiled softly and said, "Yang Jiao, why do you want to learn Taoism, magic and immortality from Pindao?"
Yang Jiao's eyebrows moved slightly and he said: "My human race has been filial to the world since ancient times. Naturally, it is to save my mother."
Ming He took over the conversation and said: "Yang Jiao, you have to remember that you have a great responsibility! Once Pindao accepts you as his disciple, you will have to travel across the three realms in the future. Be careful not to rush into the master's sect, but to treat the world with the world.
People are responsible for themselves, do you understand?"
Yang Jiao was overjoyed when he heard this and kowtowed: "Disciple, please remember Master's teachings!"
"Wait a minute, you damn Styx! You are obviously my disciple, why do you want to snatch him away!"
"Zhen Yuanzi, you old fool, who told you to be slow-tongued!"
"Get out of the way, I rescued Yang Jiao!"
"you……"
Li Qingming was speechless as he looked at the dignified saint, fighting over a disciple. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and said:
"Okay, you can ask Yang Jiao to become your teacher at the same time! He is originally a Wutu zodiac sign, so just call him Zhen Yuanzi to teach him how to practice magic, and Styx to teach him combat skills. Isn't it the best of both worlds?
?”
Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He were stunned, nodded at the same time, and said: "Okay!"
The stunned Yang Jiao was overjoyed and kowtowed: "Yang Jiao has seen two masters!"
…
At this moment, Penglai Island in the East China Sea.
Wangshu returned to the Hall of Vitality, waving his long sleeves, and suddenly a pitiful little girl with tears streaming down her face appeared in the hall.
Looking at Xiao Yang Chan who was wearing a white gauze dress and crying constantly, Wang Shu lovingly wiped away the tears on Xiao Yang Chan's face and said: "Xiao Chan'er, there is no need to cry! Your father and two brothers were rescued by Saint Zhenyuan.
Got it!"
Yang Chan said in disbelief: "Beautiful sister, are you telling the truth?"
As she said that, she grabbed Wang Shu's skirt and said, "Please, beautiful sister, please save my mother!"
Wangshu looked at Yang Chan who was looking at the pear blossoms and the rain, with a rare look of solemnity on his face, and said: "Yang Chan, listen, your mother Yao Ji was imprisoned under Peach Mountain by Haotian for a period of five hundred years.
.The only ones who can save her are you and your two brothers! The rest of us are powerless!"
"I want to save my mother, and I want to learn immortal magic!" Xiao Yang Chan's immature face was full of determination.
"Okay! Xiao Chan'er, I want to accept you as my disciple, are you willing?" Wangshu asked again when he saw this.
Yang Chan had a serious face and kowtowed solemnly: "Disciple is willing!"
…
Two hundred years, in a blink of an eye.
Beyond the chaos, the Wa Palace remains as peaceful as ever.
The clone of Li Qingming, who had just broken through to the quasi-sage realm, simply changed his appearance to be the same as his original self for the sake of convenience.
At this moment, he was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, looking sideways at Feng'er, and said: "Xiao Feng'er, you and your mother-in-law have been singing Huang Ting quietly in this palace all these years?"
Feng'er pouted and said: "Didn't I ask you to make trouble? The empress said that if the Qingming Saint does not come to the Wa Palace for a day, Xiao Feng'er will not be allowed to go to the land of China!"
Li Qingming laughed and said: "What does this have to do with me! By the way, you go to see your mother-in-law, why don't you come out?"
"Why, even the mighty God Gou Chen sometimes gets impatient?" Li Qingming finished speaking, and a soft voice came from deep in the hall.
Nuwa, wearing a long red dress and a touch of pink on her face, slowly walked out of the darkness. (To be continued.)