Jiuzun asked

Empress Wu saw them making noise, so she left the hall.

The old Taoist mouth was full of disgust, but seeing the "Jianjia Wine" in Huang Daoji's hand, his eyes lit up.

Huang Daoji shook his little head, like an elf, handed the Jian Jia wine into the hands of the old Taoist, and said, "If you don't come out, I won't go."

Although the old Taoist face was slightly angry, he looked up to the sky and poured down half a bottle of fine wine, wiped off the wine stains on his lips, tasted it, and let out a foul breath.

He glared at Huang Daoji and said, "You have been kicked out of the teacher's school by me long ago, so why not care about me."

Huang Daoji looked at the old Taoist, the corners of his mouth were full of cunning, and asked in a low voice: "Old Taoist, how did you stay in this palace as the daughter of the witch queen who was deceived and abducted?"

The corner of Lao Dao's mouth twitched a few times, and he swallowed another mouthful of Jianjia fine wine, but he didn't say a word.

"Old Taoist... What about you. Talisman skills are not good... Taoist swordsmanship is even more three-legged... I can be your master." Huang Daoji shouted, and continued: "Let's listen... "Otherwise, with your own strength, it is absolutely impossible to capture the Ping Tianzhu."

The old Taoist's face twitched a few more times, he stared at Huang Daoji with his small eyes, smacked his mouth, and said in a low voice, "That's naturally a master's cooking skill."

As soon as Huang Daoji heard about the so-called "cooking" technique, he knew that the daughter of the Witch Queen must be a greedy foodie.

"In this land of white witches, there are very few people who are good at cooking." The old man shouted, and continued: "This is the way for the old man to settle down and live."

In a few words, the old Taoist explained the matter clearly.

"Where is the Ping Tianzhu?" Xiao Wen asked, not wanting to make more troubles, so he raised his voice.

"Do you know what this Ping Tianzhu is suppressing?" the old Taoist shouted.

"What is it?" Huang Daoji asked.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes, stretched out his right index finger and pointed to the sky, and said: "The one who is suppressing is... the lord of the immortal family."

"Honor of the Immortal Family." Xiao Wendao sighed.

"Could it be that he was the Immortal Killer who slaughtered the city of Xiaguo?" Ye Yu asked.

"How could it be Killing Immortal?" The old Taoist exhaled softly, and continued: "The old incident of Killing Immortal back then is not considered a major event in the immortal world of longevity."

"Not Killing Immortal, who would be suppressed in the Tiantian Coffin." Xiao asked softly.

"It is rumored that this thing is full of electric light, and it will be turned into powder if it is close to a hundred feet."

"Where is the suppressed place?" Xiao asked.

"The summit of the White Witch, the altar of the storm." The old Taoist exclaimed, his eyes flickering.

Deng, Deng, Deng

There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, like the sound of gold and stone colliding, muffled.

"Immortal Master... Immortal Master."

Before anyone entered the palace, the sound of shouting rose up like a swallow, hovering in the ears of several people, and the sound was like a string.

I saw a girl, dressed in a light blue dress, with crimson rouge on her eyebrows, her black hair coiled up, and gold and silver jewelry on her head.

"Master Immortal." The little girl's voice was rather vigorous, watching the old man trot all the way.

The few people looked at the little girl's steps, which resembled the steps of "the six relatives don't recognize her". In this land of white witches, she is probably very pampered.

"Master Immortal, I'm hungry." The little girl rolled her red tongue and stared at the old man.

"Yeah." The old man nodded lightly.

The old Taoist didn't say much, he went straight out of the building and went to a mountain forest.The heavy fir tree looks like glazed porcelain, eye-catching but not annoying.

"White House."

Ye Yu looked at the building in front of him, said these three words faintly, and couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.

Curly light tea, quiet tea.

The old way's craftsmanship is really good, within half an hour, the food is ready and placed in front of the little girl.

The little girl is chewing with her hands, "eating the wind" is quite tough, and it is quite enjoyable to eat Hesai for a meal.

"Ri'er." The old Taoist looked at the little girl and called out.

The three of them listened to the old man's call, their eyes froze, and they sipped the warm tea in their mouths without saying a word.

"Master Immortal...what's the matter." The little girl called out and looked at the old man.

The old Taoist stroked his silver beard and said: "These three are my close friends. They came to the Holy Land of the White Witch and wanted to see the scenery on the top of the White Witch."

"I can't go." The little girl shouted, and continued: "Master Immortal, I took you there once, and I have seen the Ping Tianzhu. If you go, I will not stop you."

"It's still the same as in the past, looking at it from a distance..." the old Taoist shouted, and put the half pot of Jianjia wine on the wooden table.

The little girl moved her nose, squinted her eyebrows and glanced at the old Taoist, and said, "Look from a distance... from a distance."

"Look from a distance." The old man nodded.

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Jiyue had no light, and the five of them walked together.

A group of people followed the little girl all the way to the summit of the White Witch.Hundreds of feet away, I saw a beam of lightning flashing above the sky.

The top of the White Witch is really windy and strong, making it quite difficult to walk.

"This is the lonely way." The daughter of the Queen Witch shouted, shaking her head and said: "The lonely way is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky."

As soon as she finished her words, Xiao Wenwen stepped on the lonely road with one step, and there was a cliff thousands of feet below him, and the falling stones turned into powder.

"Hey... no... no." The daughter of the Witch Queen cried anxiously.

Xiao Wenwen lowered his head to look, and saw the solitary path under his feet, which was no more than half a foot wide, and his feet were covered with slippery bluestones.

Ye Yu pointed her fingers together and tapped the Queen's daughter's neck, and she collapsed on the ground without a sound.

"This place of storm is the Holy Land of the White Witch, let no one find out." The old Taoist shouted at Xiao Wen with the wind in his mouth.

"rest assured."

Xiao Wenwen nodded lightly, and went to the top of the mountain alone, with an incandescent electric light hanging above the night sky.

The wind and snow are blowing, and the lonely road is narrow and dangerous.

After traveling for about half an hour, I saw two people standing on top of the white snow in front of me.

Xiao Wen asked to look up, and the Pingtian Pearl was on the top of the mountain, reflecting in his eyes like a mirror of a bright moon.

The gray dog ​​rustled, and there were only a few people.

Suddenly, Xiao Wenwen's eyes moved, but he saw a mountain rock full of runes, but it was the runes of the nine gods.

"Who is it?" The two figures trembled.

In a short while, the two figures shook off the snow on their bodies, and looked at Xiao Wendao with burning eyes.

"Senior." Xiao asked.

"A member of the Immortal Family." One of them said softly.

"En." Xiao asked lightly nodding his head, but pushed out Wen Wen's sword half an inch.

"Come here for Ping Tianzhu." The man asked.

"Hmm." Xiao asked, frowning.

"Junior Brother, how many years have we been waiting?" the man called out.

The person at the side said with deep thought in his eyes, "That tree has grown another half an inch."

Xiao Wenwen followed the man's gaze, and saw as far as he could see, a cang tree half a person's height standing in the wind and snow.

"One inch... 1 years." The man shouted, and said in a steep voice, "Ninety-six thousand years."