"Red dragon?"

Bai Qi and Ying Ji looked at each other and then went out together.

Zheng!!

A sword roar.

The sword box enshrined in the ancestral hall opened and a three-foot copper sword flew out.

The copper sword's body was seeped with dark red blood, and it was filled with murderous intent. It automatically floated next to Bai Qi.

This is the sword of You Xi. He has followed Bai Qi for many years, drank countless blood, and has incredible spiritual power.

The two walked out of the door.

The gray sky was now dyed red.

A winding giant dragon came through the sky.

"What a strong momentum!"

Bai Qi's pupils shrank, this man's aura was more powerful than all the masters he had ever seen.

It's like a high mountain that people look up to.

At this time, the red dragon swooped down.

"Who is this?"

Bai Qi held the hilt of the sword, and the red dragon's true energy surged in his chest.

The sword emits a bright red light with a murderous aura. The light and murderous aura form dozens of swords, spears, swords and halberds.

"die!"

Swords, spears, swords and halberds were fired at the dragon in the sky.

At this time, a Taoist man in white appeared on Chihong's back.

The Taoist's face is like white jade, his eyes are like stars, his hair is casually spread behind his back, and his demeanor is as cool as an immortal.

The moment he saw this person, Bai Qi exclaimed: "Guigu Patriarch? Be careful!"

At this moment, swords, spears, swords and halberds had arrived beside Song Lin.

Song Lin gently waved his sleeves, and the swords, guns, swords and halberds disappeared into smoke.

"So strong!" Bai Qi said in surprise.

Song Lin fell next to the two of them.

"Who are you?" Song Lin looked at the two strangers.

"The disciple is Bai Qi, the third generation Taoist master."

"The disciple is Taoist priest Ying Ji!"

"Bai Qi? Ying Ji?" Song Lin was slightly startled, and then summoned the catalog of supernatural beings in front of the two of them.

The two people on the opposite side cannot see this object.

The cause and effect increased to 45%.

If the guess is correct, it should be the credit of these two people.

"Well done these years."

"Ancestor, do you know our deeds?"

Ying Ji was shocked and confused. His ancestors who had disappeared for nearly a hundred years suddenly appeared and knew their deeds. What an honor it was.

"certainly."

Song Lin walked into the ancestral hall.

The altar table in the ancestral hall enshrines the treasure seal of the Taoist priests. At the top is his portrait, and below the portrait is the ranking of the Taoist priests.

The first generation of Taoists was Zhang Bokao, as well as Bai Xuan, Sun Dang and other Taoist priests, followed by Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Boling and Pang Juan.

"How did Zhang Yi and the others die?"

"Master worked too hard and lost his vitality. He died at the age of eighty-five..." Bai Qi said.

"Where's Su Qin?"

"Assassinated by members of the Yin Yang family."

"Sun Boling?"

"Uncle Sun led his men to surround and suppress the Yin Yang family, killing twenty enemies, and the prince of Qi. He died of exhaustion."

Looking at the tablets in front of him, Song Lin felt a little heavy in his heart.

Most of these people died because of themselves!

The hatred between the Yin Yang family and Fang Xiandao cannot be washed away even by the water from all over the world.

Bai Qi continued: "During the Battle of Changping, the Yin Yang family came out in full force and hid among the Zhao soldiers in an attempt to get through. I simply killed them all."

Since then, the Yin Yang family has completely silenced its ruins, and it is unknown whether it was destroyed or hidden.

After Song Lin learned about it, he realized that he had actually changed a lot of things.

Some people die early and some die very late.

Although the historical process is similar, there is a big difference in time.

"By the way, who is the second generation Taoist Master?"

"It's Master Anqi, Ying Ji's master. After being Master for two years, he traveled around the world." Bai Qi felt a little embarrassed.

"Well, Ying Zichu's son is named Zheng. You can send him over in a few days."

"My great-grandson? What advice does the Patriarch have?" Ying Ji asked curiously. Not only did the Patriarch remember him, but even his great-grandson knew about it.

"This boy is extremely talented, and I plan to accept him as my personal disciple."

"Thank you, Master Patriarch." Ying Ji was overjoyed and bowed.

The third day.

Yunmeng Mountain.

An eight-year-old boy was taken up the mountain.

"Disciple Ying Zheng pays homage to Master!"

Ying Zheng was not taken seriously at first, and even Ying Ji could not remember his name. After being recognized by Guigu Patriarch, his status skyrocketed.

Looking at the little boy in front of him who was pretending to be mature, Song Lin smiled slightly and said, "Get up, are you hungry? Ying Ji, take him down for dinner."

The moment Ying Zheng became a disciple, the cause and effect ratio increased to 60%.

"Don't reveal the news of my return."

Song Lin warned everyone, and then took Ying Zheng Yulong to ascend.

"I'm not as good as the Patriarch!" Bai Qi looked at Song Lin's handsome back and knew that he was far behind.

There are also differences between innate Qi practitioners.

In the sky, the strong wind blew away my clothes, and the scenery on both sides quickly receded.

"Wow!" Ying Zheng looked very scared. After all, he is a child at heart. He quickly cheered excitedly, "I will also ride a dragon in the future!"

Song Lin stood at the position of the dragon's head, closing his eyes and thinking deeply.

He planned to train Ying Zheng for a few years, then return to the real world to practice, and come in every now and then to check on the situation.

In this world, there is no such thing as cultivating true qi, only cultivating true qi.

Now that Song Lin has been practicing Taoism for two hundred years and has no promotion, it is not a problem to stay here. Now he can only hone his alchemy skills in boredom.

But you can’t learn too much.

You can learn whatever you want here. In the real world, time is limited. Being greedy for everything means not being good at anything.

In just a few months, it was pretty good to be able to practice several spells.

After that, Song Lin took Ying Zheng to travel around various countries, seeing the customs and customs of each country, and occasionally testing Ying Zheng's opinions.

It has to be said that this son is very talented and can do many things easily. He is particularly fond of the domineering learning left by Shang Yang.

Rule the world with punishment, power, and violence; conquer externally, and establish an order internally that serves the king alone.

"A domineering country must respect its merits, and one cannot subdue one's armor." Ten-year-old Ying Zheng's eyes shone brightly, "In a domineering country, the people are like tigers and wolves, and they will not be defeated by foreign enemies even for eternity! Master, since you have such a theory,

Why did you teach your disciples the Wang Dao and the Imperial Dao before?"

"Yes, it can't be broken by foreign enemies." Song Lin looked strange and did not answer Ying Zheng's words, "It's almost time. You should rest and play."

He was a child after all, and as soon as he heard about playing, he immediately forgot about the previous question.

"Master, I'm going fishing. I heard that there are arowanas raised by Jiang Ziya nearby!"
To be continued...