"Good wine! Huanglong, come here, you will be my brother Zhurong from now on!"
Zhu Rong drank so much that he immediately put his head on Huang Long's shoulder.
"Yes, Brother Huanglong, let's do it again!"
Prince Changqin, who was drunk and confused, started to cheer loudly.
……
Zhurong tribe, countless queens, Huang Long, who was working part-time as the high priest of the Zhurong tribe, patted his head helplessly, but couldn't help but think of what happened that day.
To put it simply, it is a story about three drunkards who got high and almost became sworn brothers.
To put it more simply, Huang Long almost had an affair with a father and son again.
However, the wine was so strong that it really exceeded Huang Long's expectations.
Taoist Xuanyuan, with such an obvious name, is of course Huang Long’s trumpet.
I originally started this small account mainly to sell wine.
After all, West Kunlun is a major force in the world, and since Peng Lai, in the eyes of most powerful people, East and West Kunlun are the same, so many people have scruples about doing business with West Kunlun.
On the contrary, since Taoist Xuanyuan is so mysterious, they don't have much scruples.
Later, after discovering that almost no one in the Demon God lineage was a bad drinker, Taoist Xuanyuan successfully established some relationships with the senior leaders of several lines.
As for whether the so-called one thousand and thirty altars are enough?
This last jar is brewed for you by burning my lifespan!
But Huang Long really didn't expect that the wine would be so strong.
This wine was not brewed by him. He has not yet reached the stage where he can brew a wine that can be turned into a quasi-sage.
It was brewed by his uncle himself, and he said he would not disappoint Huanglong.
Afterwards, Huang Long took a look and found that it contained a lot of psychedelic ingredients.
But it couldn't kill anyone, so he drank it, and found that he still underestimated his uncle's ability.
The picture of the three people is really unbearable to look at.
However, the benefits are obvious.
If we say that when he first came to Chongshan, Zhu Rong's favorability towards Huanglong was minus 20.
When Huang Long told the whereabouts of Hong Yun, his favorability level was forty.
After taking a bath in lava, my favorability level is 60.
Now, I am eighty.
After coming out, I was directly given the position of high priest.
Huanglong's status as a guest of the Demon God Clan is directly comparable to Jie Yin of the Houtu Tribe and Fuxi of the Jumang Tribe.
In a sense, it can be considered a promotion!
I just want to say that if it weren’t for the human race, Huang Long wouldn’t be happy.
Because Zhu Rong won’t give you any money!
Forget it if you don’t give the spirit treasure, I’m not even willing to give it the essence and blood.
Free prostitution and exploitation.
Too much!
If Huang Long hadn't been able to exploit his descendants again, Huang Long would have left long ago.
"Daddy, I've finished dealing with it. I beat up all the people from the fire lineage. There's no challenge. They're all scum."
Just when Huang Long was still tedious, a figure rushed in.
"Okay, good boy, just sit here and train them in a few days." Huang Long said, stroking Xing Tian's little head as he rushed in.
"Daddy, stop touching me. If you touch me again, you really won't grow up." Xing Tian complained dissatisfiedly. Ten thousand years have passed and his cultivation has reached the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, but he is only eleven or twelve years old.
look like.
"If you don't break through to Daluo Jinxian, you won't grow up, and it has nothing to do with whether or not I can touch your godfather." Huang Long said, Xingtian's bloodline is very pure to begin with, not to mention the fact that he has a good wine, and is still rare.
The offspring's bloodline is richer than the bloodline of their parents, very close to Jumang, and coupled with Sister Nuwa's colorful creation stone, they are really close to catching up, so if you want to grow up and become a great Luo.
"But that will take a long time." Xing Tian said with a bitter face. His father, Xing Lang, didn't know how many Yuanhui it was, and he was still Taiyi Golden Immortal.
——I can’t beat him now!
"What else? Although golden immortals can live forever, in this ancient land, find a place with dense living creatures, throw a stone casually, and hit ten, at least seven of them will be golden immortals. Only Daluo can be considered a big one.
Yes, it’s not a big deal. Even if you die, I will give you a chance to be resurrected. Just like the battle in Penglai. There are not many Da Luo disciples under your master’s sect." Huang Long said.
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"Daddy, they all say that having enough luck can increase the possibility of a breakthrough? Let me do the math. Our witch clan is preparing for the great witch, the human clan is preparing for the god of war, and the Xuanmen is preparing for the great immortal. They are all preparations. If your luck is unstable, why don't you godfather?
Take me in, then I will be a legitimate Taoist Immortal." Xing Tian looked at Huang Long with expectant expression.
"Stop using these crooked ideas. Cultivating the Tao requires one step at a time. Shortcuts are easy to cause trouble." Huang Long did not agree. Although using luck to break through is not a crooked way, but a right way, Huang Long does not really want to accept disciples, even if Xingtian is now
He was both his student and his godson, and in fact his weight was almost the same as his apprentice. But if he opened this door, the beasts of the Jumang tribe would have to kneel down in Kunlun and let him take away all their sons.
When the time comes, it won’t be a good idea to refuse anyone.
Moreover, Xingtian's luck is already good enough.
Throughout the ages, whether it is mythology or history, how many people have rushed to the heavenly palace, challenged the Emperor of Heaven to a one-on-one fight, and been beheaded, but they did not die, and in the end they were just sealed?
Adding some Xuanmen luck will not have much impact, but practicing down-to-earth is the best way.
"Okay, it's the same thing again." After being rejected again, Xing Tian muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Huh?" Huang Long frowned and turned his head, looking at Xing Tian. He hadn't seen each other for thousands of years. How courageous are he?
You have written fewer questions recently, right?
Childhood is not complete enough?
Say it again.
Huang Long glanced at him, and Xing Tian's knees suddenly softened. He subconsciously wanted to kneel down, but when he was about to make a move, he stopped abruptly with his amazing self-control. Why did he kneel? Didn't he make a big mistake?
And I also made meritorious service.
Immediately said: "Godfather, I suddenly remembered that the boy who was very sad made a fight with me today and said that he was not convinced by his godfather. He was such a bastard. I will beat him up right now to vent his anger on my godfather!"
After saying that, he ran away in a puff of smoke!
We are not afraid of our godfather, we respect him!
Seeing this, Huang Long secretly shook his head. Silly boy, so naive, silently took out a pile of homework and put it aside. When Xingtian comes back, he can let him feel what is the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor.
Then, continue reading these affairs of the Line of Fire.
Whether it's big or small, or whether it's small or not, it's quite tricky.
But, that’s it.
It's nothing more than asking Huang Long to do what he did in the Jumang tribe again.
Of course, there are some differences between the Zhurong tribe and the Jumang tribe. The characters of Zhurong and Jumang are also different, and the rights given to them are also different, so in fact, the operations are somewhat different.
Some adjustments need to be made, but it is not difficult for Huang Long.
The only thing that needs attention is the water vein near the fire vein.
That's right, Gonggong Yiline is located near Chongshan.
Even the base camp of Gonggong is not far from Chongshan.
The south is fire and the north is water.
Logically speaking, Zhu Rong and Gonggong should be one in the south and one in the north, without interfering with each other.
But first of all, this ancient land is very strange. There are twins of yin and yang, but there are just two places that are extremely yin and yang.
Secondly, Gonggong is the water god, but among the twelve demon gods there is also an ice demon, Xuan Ming.
Although Xuanming ranks eleventh, only bigger than Houtu, and Gonggong ranks fourth, the actual combat power is another matter.
There was an internal fight at first.
Then, Xuan Ming became part-time Poseidon.
You will also know who is strong and who is weak.
Zhu Ronghe and Gonggong are just like this. You see me unhappy, and I see you unhappy just having to make ends meet.
The two major tribes often fight because of their nature.
It was okay before, after all, there was still an external force from heaven. Now that heaven is gone, their fight becomes more exciting.
Make trouble every now and then.
Huang Long has to deal with it, but fortunately, the problem is not too big and it can be sustained.
It is because of this that the Zhurong tribe is more aggressive, and the juniors are not as obedient and easy to teach as the Goumang tribe.
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As a good teacher, Huang Long was not good at corporal punishment.
The only option is to let Xing Tian go.
After all, Xingtian is also a child!
How can adults control children when they fight?
This chapter has been completed!