Looking for death? Yang Jiao's face suddenly became slightly dark and a cold look flashed through his eyes: "Chin Sperm, I respect you as a senior. How powerful do you really think you are? A middle-level master of the Daluo Golden Immortal, I, Yang Jiao, don't take it seriously yet! If you want to kill me, don't even consider your own weight!"

"Zhu Zi! Zhang Kuang!" The red sperm shouted coldly, and the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand suddenly shot out a white light on the white side. In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Jiao.

Seeing this, Yang Jiao, who had a disdainful arc curl slightly curled up at the corner of his mouth. As the spear in his hand flipped slightly, a purple arc shot out from the tip of the gun, directly facing the white light.

With a sneer, the lightning tear apart the white light and still headed towards the red sperm without decreasing. The space wherever it passes is slightly twisted, as sharp as a slender lightning wire.

"What?" The red sperm with a slightly changed faced with the seemingly tiny purple light, but he did not dare to be careless at all. As the purple light flashed on his body, a purple Taoist robe suddenly appeared, which was the Bagua Purple Strip Immortal Clothes.

The purple light fell on the Bagua Purple Snake Immortal Clothes at an extremely fast speed, and instantly collided with a small depression on the Purple Snake Immortal Clothes, causing the red sperm to take a step back in a swaying manner before dissipating.

And at this moment, a sharp purple-gold spear tip directly tear the space and came to Chi Jizi.

With a crisp sound of "kang", the red sperm, which was caught off guard, had to resist with the Yin-Yang Glass, and then flew backwards with a shock. The Yin-Yang Glass in his hand wailed into his body, and his mind was implicated. A trace of blood was leaking from the corner of the red sperm's mouth, which trembled all over.

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Anarchy Sect, but that's it!" With a light and slightly sneering voice, Yang Jiao, who killed the red sperm, snatched Yin Hong's Yang Jiao from his arms. He flashed and left, and disappeared into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

In the void, watching Yang Jiao leave, the red sperm, who gritted his teeth and held his hands tightly, couldn't help but look red and looked embarrassed and angry.

...

In the suburbs of Chaoge, in a beautiful mountain forest, in front of a slightly simple new tomb, King Wucheng Huang Feihu and Cheng Gan were kneeling quietly with a few generals.

"Old Prime Minister! How unfair the heavens are! The old Prime Minister has devoted all his efforts to the Shang Dynasty, and in the end..." Bi Gan said with tears in his eyes, but before he finished speaking, he cried.

Huang Feihu, who also had a sad face, sighed and helped Bigan: "Uncle Bigan! It's not early, so let's go back earlier! Otherwise, Fei Zhongzhi knew about it. He would have to play tricks in front of the king again!"

Bi Gan shook her head and stood up with a trembling body, looking at the grave in front of her with tears in her eyes. After a while, she turned around and let Huang Feihu help her walk towards the carriage not far away and got on the carriage.

"Let's go!" Huang Feihu, who had gotten on the war horse, turned around and looked at the grave of the old prime minister Shang Rong, and then sighed inwardly.

Amid the horse's neighing, the group rushed towards Chaoge City quickly.

Not long after Huang Feihu and Bigan left, a figure wearing a hat and a robe walked out in the mountains beside him. He went straight to Shang Rong's grave and knelt down. With a light cry, the white jade hand took off the hat, and three thousand black hairs were loosened down, and then took off the robe to reveal the beautiful figure in the plain white filial piety clothes.

"Father, Qingjun is here to see you!" The white beautiful figure leaned over and kowtowed, raised his head slightly after a while, and showed a beautiful face full of tears. In those clear spring-like eyes, tears were like springs, and blood appeared.

The cold wind, clear springs, fine streams, ancient trees, and in the quiet mountains and forests, the thin figure was kneeling quietly. After a long time, it finally became weak and soft on the ground.

Amid the faint sigh, a white figure came to the side at some point, and it was the woman wearing white fairy clothes.

He squatted down, helped Shang Qingjun up, hugged her in his arms, and looked at the haggard and pale pretty face. A trace of complexity flashed in his beautiful eyes. He took a breath and looked up at Shang Rong's tomb in front of him and said softly: "Old Prime Minister, don't worry, I will take good care of Qingjun for you."

"I am Shang Rong, thank you for your kindness!" An illusory figure suddenly appeared from the tomb and bowed to the wife. It was the old prime minister Shang Rong: "I dare to ask about the fairy's name, Shang Rong can also give her a reward in the next life!"

Fu Hao, who shook his head lightly, smiled bitterly inexplicably, and said, "No need! Speaking of which, it is my descendants who are sorry for the old prime minister, forcing him to die, dig his own grave, and destroy his ancestors' foundation! The wife is weak and unable to turn the world around, and she is really ashamed of her husband, King Wu Ding."

"What? The fairy is the queen of the former king Wu Ding?" Shang Rong couldn't help but stare at him and said in surprise.

"Shame!" Fu Hao shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Shang Rong, who was slightly silent, turned to Fu Hao and knelt down and said, "Queen! Shang Rong begs you to do your best to protect the Shang Dynasty! The Shang Dynasty has been in the six hundred years of foundation, and the previous kings of all dynasties worked diligently, so they cannot be defeated so easily!"

"Don't the old prime minister hate King Zhou for being unjust, so the court is unfair?" Fu Hao, who was slightly shocked, couldn't help but say.

He looked up at Fu Hao Shang Rong, but suddenly smiled and said, "Shang Rong was a minister of the Shang Dynasty and died as the soul of the Shang Dynasty. This heart does not change, but this ambition cannot be changed! Now he can still seek a glimmer of life for the Shang Dynasty, and his wish is enough!"

"Take care of the queen! Shang Rong is gone!" Shang Rong, who turned to saluting respectfully to his wife, turned into a ray of light and disappeared with a smile.

Looking ahead quietly, Shang Rong's words echoed in his ears. Fu Hao, who had been lost for a long time, couldn't help but show an inexplicable smile on his face and murmured softly: "Old Prime Minister, Guo Zhongyi!"

...

In the suburbs of Chaoge, between mountains, forests and streams, a slightly simple house courtyard is located in it.

Inside the room and on the bed, Shang Qingjun, who looked slightly pale, was lying quietly on the bed, with an indelible pain between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Shang Qingjun, whose eyebrows were trembling, slowly opened his eyes. A hint of doubt flashed through his beautiful eyes. Then he saw the familiar things around him. He couldn't help but get up slightly with surprise. But then he felt dizzy and exhausted, and frowned weakly and lay on the bed again, gently stroked his forehead with his jade hand.

"Sister Qingjun. Are you awake?" A slightly surprised voice sounded, but it had a hint of tenderness.

"Hmm?" Shang Qingjun, whose expression was slightly moved, looked carefully at the boy in a simple and tight blue dress by the bed. He couldn't help but say in surprise: "Prince Yin Hong?"

Hearing Shang Qingjun's words, the boy whose joy faded slightly faded could not help but lower his head and pursed his lips: "Sister Qingjun, I am no longer a prince."

Seeing this, Shang Qingjun, who sighed in his heart, immediately said with beautiful eyes flashing slightly: "By the way, why are you here? And. Do you know who brought me back here?"

"It was the teacher who brought me here. As for Sister Qingjun, you were already in a coma when I came here. It seemed that it was Uncle Fu Hao who brought you here." Yin Hong couldn't help but speak slowly with a slight flash of eyes.

"Hao Fu?" Shang Qingjun, who murmured in a low voice, couldn't help but look at Yin Hong with a slightly frown: "Teacher?"

After a while, Shang Qingjun, who learned some of the situation from Yin Hong, asked Yin Hong to help her out of the house.

At this moment, in the courtyard outside the house, a woman in a white fairy dress was sitting opposite Yang Jiao in a purple and golden robe, and whispering softly.

"Huh?" The two of them looked slightly moved and turned their heads to look at Shang Qingjun and Yin Hong who were walking straight over.

"Thank you, the Queen for your help!" Shang Qingjun, who was supported by Yin Hong, couldn't help but politely respect her husband.

The Queen? Yin Hong couldn't help but stare at her slightly, and she seemed to have no idea of ​​the situation.

Listening to Shang Qingjun's words, Fu Hao, with beautiful eyes flashing slightly, smiled and said, "Qingjun. You are destined to be together! You should also guess my identity. After the loyal minister, I naturally have no reason to refuse to save him!"

"This should be Taoist Master Yang, right? Qingjun thanks Taoist Master for helping Prince Yin Hong!" Shang Qingjun turned to Yang Jiao, who bowed to thank him.

Yang Jiao, who was slightly stunned, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Miss Shang, I saved Yin Hong, why did you come to thank me?"

"One, Qingjun knew the prince, and it was really pitiful to see that he was young and suffered this disaster; second, his father was a minister of the Shang Dynasty, and even pleaded for the two princes to die. If the two princes were rescued, he would definitely be relieved!" Shang Qingjun couldn't help but take a breath and spoke slowly.

Listening to Shang Qingjun's words, Yang Jiao couldn't help but nodded slightly and praised with a smile: "Okay! It's worthy of being the old prime minister's daughter!"

"Qingjun, I want to accept you as my disciple and follow me to practice Taoism. What do you want?" On the side, Fu Hao, who also nodded slightly and smiled, couldn't help but look at Shang Qingjun with a slightly raised eyebrows and smiled.

Shang Qingjun, who was stunned for a moment when he heard this, reacted with Yin Hong's whispering urging, and immediately knelt down to Fu Hao with beautiful eyes and said with a slightly red look: "Qingjun, pay homage to the teacher!"

"Okay!" Fu Hao, who had a stronger smile on her face, couldn't help but say, "Qingjun, get up quickly!"

On the side, Yin Hong couldn't help but smile and said, "Sister Qingjun, it's great. We are all descendants of the fortune lineage now! By the way, you have to call my teacher and uncle!"

"Qingjun, pay homage to Master!" Shang Qingjun, whose beautiful eyes flashed, looked slightly moved, hurriedly bowed to Yang Jiao.

"Okay, there is no need to be too polite!" Yang Jiao waved his hand and smiled, and couldn't help but say, "Oh, I, as a master, have to prepare a meeting gift as much as possible!"

Listening to Yang Jiao's words, the lady who smiled slightly hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, then you have to prepare well and not be sent to you casually. By the way, Qingjun! Since you have become a disciple of the master, then you will also talk to you about the master's master. Being a master is the fifth personal disciple of Fairy Yunxiao, the fourth disciple of the Heavenly Lord of the Craft, under the Sect of the Craft. "

"You uncle Yang Jiao is the master of the master and the disciple of Qinglian Daojun under the disciple of Cailuo!" Then Fu Hao introduced Yang Jiaodao with a smile.

Hearing Fu Hao's introduction, Shang Qingjun couldn't help but look surprised slightly on his pretty face. Unexpectedly, his teacher was such an extraordinary background!

And at this moment, amid the faint sound of footsteps and shouts, a team of soldiers came to the outside of the courtyard.

"No, King Zhou sent someone to capture me!" Shang Qingjun, whose pretty face changed slightly, immediately said in his heart.

As soon as Shang Qingjun finished speaking, the gate of the courtyard was knocked open, and then the Shang army soldiers broke in like wolves and tigers.

However, what surprised Shang Qingjun and Yin Hong was that the Shang army soldiers seemed to have not seen them at all. They walked straight past the side and searched quickly in the house, but found nothing. They couldn't help but curse and leave with a little depressed look.

"This..." Shang Qingjun and Yin Hong looked at each other in surprise, turned to Yang Jiao and Shang Qingjun who were sitting next to each other slowly drinking tea without caring about it. For a moment, they were speechless.

...

At night, the cold wind blew, with a hint of chill.

In the room, Shang Qingjun and Yin Hong sat cross-legged on a cushion, both practicing quietly.

In the courtyard outside, Fu Hao and Yang Jiao, who had previously guided Shang Qingjun and Yin Hong to practice, stood under the cold wind in the courtyard and looked quietly at the starry sky in the distance.

"Junior sister, I'm going to take Yin Hong back to Penglai Fairy Island for rest tomorrow. Where are you?" Yang Jiao, who was holding a purple-gold wine gourd, couldn't help but say.

Listening to Yang Jiao's words, Fu Hao, who was slightly hesitant, said: "I still have some things to deal with. I won't know the Three Immortal Island for the time being!"

"Hmm?" Yang Jiao, who had a slightly frown, turned his head and looked at Fu Hao, and couldn't help but say, "Have you really decided?"

After a little silence, Fu Hao took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"

Hearing this, Yang Jiao, holding the wine gourd, tightened slightly. After a while, he took a deep breath and looked into the distance, "Notify me in time if you have something to do! No matter how big the trouble is, senior brother will help you with it!"

"Yeah!" Fu Hao, who nodded slightly and responded, couldn't help but look at Yang Jiao's mouth with a touching smile.

...

Half a year later, in Xiqi, deep in Qishan, in the Hualing Xianju, in a long water corridor. Bo Yikao, wearing a white brocade robe, was carefully holding Chen Xi in a white fur robe and walking forward slowly.

"Yikao. You don't have to be so careful, it's only a few months!" Chen Xi, who looked at Bo Yikao, couldn't help but smile.

He smiled and looked at Chen Xi's bulging and not very obvious belly. Bo Yikao, who had a slightly frown, couldn't help but say, "Xi'er, it's been a few months, why does it seem like a child is not growing at all? If this continues, I'm afraid it's really impossible to have a child for ten months!"

"Didn't you tell you? The longer you get pregnant, the better! When my mother conceived me, it was nearly a hundred years! When I was born, I was very talented, otherwise I wouldn't have had the Golden Immortal cultivation level in less than a hundred years!" Chen Xi turned his eyes slightly and smiled with a shining smile: "Our child! In the future, he will definitely be a genius of Taoism!"

Bo Yikao shook his head and smiled bitterly, but said helplessly: "Xi'er, I'm worried that if you've been pregnant for decades, then I'm afraid that the child will die before he was born."

"Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, what are you talking?" Chen Xi couldn't help but look at Bo Yikao angrily and smiled: "Don't worry! I asked my father and mother that our children can be born in a few years at most. You can definitely see them! However, the little guy's talent in the future will not be as good as me."

Bo Yikao, who shook his head and laughed, couldn't help but say, "Oh, it's already good! It's rare for me to have a Taoist practitioner to appear in my Ji family. Besides, grandma and mother have been waiting to hold their grandson! Fortunately, I didn't tell my grandma that you would be pregnant for a few years, otherwise she would be anxious to death!"

"How could it be so exaggerated?" Chen Xi immediately said with a funny look: "Grandma's great-grandson cannot escape here. She will take good care of herself even if she wants to see her great-grandson. This is a good thing!"

Bo Yikao, who was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but smile and said, "You! You can say anything to your mouth!"

While speaking, the two of them came to a pavilion at the end of the corridor.

On the other side of the pavilion, there is a small platform that extends out, enough to place one or two tables. At this time, there was a white figure sitting quietly on the cushion, and light appeared all over his body.

"It's Xiao Mi!" Looking at the white beautiful figure with her back facing this side with a little surprise, Bo Yikao couldn't help but whisper: "She is practicing, so let's not disturb you!"
To be continued...