Qing Ming

A round of red sun hung in the sky again, thousands of rays of light reflected on the top of Beastmaster Mountain, a magnificent rainbow of seven colors slowly descended from the end of the sky, and two figures, one golden and one white, floated down on the rainbow.

Aww!Woo!Jie Jie...

Thousands of beasts raised their heads to the sky and roared, as if they were welcoming their returning kings. The 99 beasts turned their backs to the sky, and a hundred pairs of fiery eyes shot out a light that was brighter than the sun.

"Master!" The white-haired and childlike old man looked excited and bowed down to Liu Qiankun with a trembling sound.

"This fairy friend, Qiankun, Hede and Heneng can be a teacher, don't admit your mistake." Liu Qiankun waved his sleeves, and the old man was lifted up by an invisible force. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bow down again. Actually shed two lines of clear tears.

"Master, don't you remember Fan'er?" the old man cried out sadly, tears streaming down his face.

"What? Fan'er, you're really little Fan'er..." Liu Qiankun looked at the gray-white bone whistle hanging on the old man's chest, and the shock in his heart had reached the point where it couldn't be more.

The former child digging out eggs has now become a white-haired old man, only lamenting the vicissitudes of life.

"Master, Fan'er has been cultivating the Green Wood Mantra for thousands of years, and thought that in another hundred years, he would ascend to the fairyland to be reunited with you. How could he be lucky enough to see a beautiful face today? It's not in vain for this disciple to realize the thousand years of suffering..." Lu Fan leaned over Worship again, Liu Qiankun has already withdrew that layer of energy and let him bow down.

Liu Qiankun's only disciple in the human world is Xiao Fan'er, so it's okay to be bowed down by him a few times, but it's a pity that he can't find the trace of his master after he ascends to the fairy world!

"What's the use of keeping such superficial things?" Liu Qiankun glanced at the Dao character banner that he had hung on the door curtain at the beginning, and shot out a fire of Yuanshen karma with his hand, the white and pure flame instantly He jumped on that hut in no time, and burned the whole hut to nothing in a blink of an eye.

Things of this level are useless to Liu Qiankun, who has become a superior god, and they can be destroyed casually so that the beast general and Fan'er can avoid detours.

The 99 beast generals and Fan'er were watching all this quietly, with an unconcealable regret in their eyes, but no one dared to speak out, because these things were originally left by Liu Qiankun, and now he personally Who can say no to the first half of the ruin.

"Brother! Don't tease them. If you have any good things, you might as well take them out. Look at how useless they all look..." Qionghong smiled and pouted at the group of dazed generals.

Liu Qiankun let out a long sigh and said, "Alas! No one knows me better than elder brother!" After speaking, he took out a handful of golden pills and threw them out.

Hundreds of golden lights shot at 99 beast generals with extremely precise arcs, and one went straight to Lu Fan. In this way, a hundred pills were suspended in front of the beast generals and Fan'er, but no one reached out to take them.

"Open your mouth!" Liu Qiankun let out a low voice, his voice seemed to be filled with an undeniable force, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone opened their mouths together, allowing the golden pill in front of them to float into their mouths.

"Brother, you teach them how to refine the alchemy. Qiankun still has two unfinished business. It may take three to five days at most, and it can be turned around in a few hours at least." Liu Qiankun turned his head and said to Qionghong. He thought of himself Zhu He, the god of fire, once promised to send a piece of "Li Huo Zhen Jue" to his descendant Zhu Qing, but now it is not known whether Zhu Qing is still alive after a thousand years.

A teleport directly to the Ice Empire, who is in power now does not know how many generations of queens of the Ice Empire, he naturally doesn't bother to pay attention to these, but what shocked him the most was the building in the south of Li Yuan City thousands of years ago. The crumbling blacksmith's shop survived.

Liu Qiankun's spiritual consciousness is now enough to cover the entire galaxy, and a small planet is naturally no problem. He found that the fire in the blacksmith's shop was raging, and a middle-aged man with a big arm was waving a hammer in his hand and burning it into pieces. The red black iron was tapping rhythmically, and the radiant sparks splashed on the man's body and were instantly extinguished by the sweat flowing out of Bobo.

The eyebrows of the middle-aged man were seven or eight points similar to Zhu Qing's, and the more he looked at him, the more he resembled him. This shows that this person has some kind of relationship with Zhu Qingding.

"Could it be that Zhu Qing suddenly figured it out and married a wife and had children to pass on the blood of the Zhu clan?" Liu Qiankun wondered in his heart, and finally decided to take a chance. If this person is really an in-law of the Zhu clan Flesh and blood might as well pass on this secret formula that was over two thousand years late to him, and it can be regarded as an explanation to Zhu Shi.

Liu Qiankun took out a piece of jade slip and quickly put the "Li Huo Zhen Jue" that the Vulcan taught him back then into it, and flew towards the old and simple blacksmith's shop in a flash.

This old smithy has one plus, it's sturdy.It can be seen from the fact that Zhu Qing turned into a "Kui Xianren" and did not burst it. Now the business of the shop seems to be booming. Waiting quietly.

Liu Qiankun didn't wait, and directly passed the dilapidated door curtain and entered the blacksmith's shop. The people waiting outside felt a gust of cold wind blowing in vain, so cold that everyone shrunk their necks involuntarily.

The intrusion of the uninvited guest made the middle-aged man who was busy inside stop the hammer in his hand, staring at Liu Qiankun with a pair of tiger eyes, but did not speak.He knew that the person who could break into this blacksmith shop must be a strong person, at least a strong person that he could not afford to offend.

"Who are you, Zhu Qing?" Liu Qiankun asked straight to the point, with a seemingly kind smile on the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a while, and asked in a deep voice: "Why do you call your ancestors by their names?"

This middle-aged man is Zhu Qingzhong's grandson for countless generations, Zhu Wang.After Liu Qiankun went to Prisoner Icefield, Zhu Qing waited for ten years, and finally decided to start a family to continue the blood of the Zhu family, and at the same time pass down the art of refining the Zhu family.Zhu Qing lived for more than a hundred years before he died in depression, but the Zhu clan began to prosper.

It is passed down to wish that all the casters in the Ice Empire of this generation have wished the family their respect, and that the family's industries are spread throughout the entire Ice Empire, and all of them are mainly casters, but this wish can only be achieved with the best talent. Inherited the ancient blacksmith shop in the clan.

Confirming the identity of the middle-aged man, Liu Qiankun threw the jade slip in his hand to Zhu Wang, saying: "This is what I promised to fetch for Zhu Qing, I hope you can pass it on." People have turned into violent winds and left.

Zhu Wang took the jade slip, and a flood of messages poured into his mind. He finally understood the identity of the person who came. It turned out that this was the person that his ancestors had been waiting for to venture into the Icefield of Prisoner God alone.He finally came, but it was more than two thousand years late...