Zhu Ping felt a lot of greedy eyes on him.

He just exposed two things, one is his imitation ability, and the other is his clues of his magical power.

He was not sure if there were any masters nearby. He first exposed his abilities to stop the poisonous gentleman to ensure that he would not die for the time being, and then shouted that he had clues to his magical skills.

Then as long as there are experts around, they will save him.

Unexpectedly, the effect was unexpectedly good.

"Come up and sit down." The young man in blue said loudly.

"Then disturb Prince Xian." The Taoist priest waved down the dust and bowed.

This young master in blue shirt is actually the wise prince of the dynasty.

Among the great masters of the dynasty, Prince Xian was called the rising star. Among the royal clans, he practiced the Shenji Qi Yu Jing Sui to reach the top level. There are even reports that the emperor has no queen, and he has already booked a place to practice the next generation of mythological martial arts "Sacrifice".

This mythological martial arts comes from the Jade Gao Ju Sheng, and is one of the first batch of mythological martial arts.

It was because of this mythological martial arts that the Lin family had capital, overthrew the previous dynasty and became the current dynasty.

There were several people sitting around the Eight Immortals Table. Prince Xian personally carried the newly boiled kettle and poured the boiling boiling water into the tea cups of several people.

The tea leaves stretch out and the fragrance is everywhere.

Even the few people here felt comfortable all over.

"I don't know what this Taoist priest is called?" Prince Xian asked Zhu Ping, his tone was plain, not much arrogant and did not show much concern for Zhu Ping.

"Small path, the path is called Youzhen." Zhu Ping showed some crampingness.

His identity is a little Taoist priest who just left the mountain. Although his temperament has changed due to major events, he still feels uncomfortable when facing big people. Otherwise, it would not be a major change in temperament, but a different person.

"You said you have clues about the origin of Jiusheng?"

"That's right." Zhu Ping swallowed his saliva and said seriously, then as if he had plucked up great courage: "I can tell you or you, but I want you to promise me something."

"I want to become stronger and avenge my master!" Zhu Ping said gritting his teeth.

The character design is better to maintain. Only by maintaining his identity can he leave the Tianyuan Secret Realm and then leave the 17th Colonial Star.

The Taoist priest and Prince Xian looked at each other, not knowing how many transactions were reached in this sight, so the Taoist priest said, "I can promise you that Songfengguan is part of the Sanshan Sect. I can include you in the Sanshan Sect and teach you the martial arts myself."

Zhu Ping looked at Taoist priest Qingchi deeply, and then said, "I saw the remains of the Taoist priest who had practiced Shiyuan Jiusheng in the forest."

"And before, I met a poor Taoist priest who looked similar to him."

"It may be that there is a problem with reincarnation. If I hadn't had a good memory, I wouldn't have imagined that two people were the same."

"Are you sure?" Prince Xian frowned, then let go, as if he felt relieved: "It's good."

There were also many contradictions within the dynasty. The current emperor wanted to find Shiyuan Jiusheng, but more people didn't want him to find him.

There are no immortal emperors in this world, and there are no immortal emperors allowed.

The dynasty seems huge and is not inferior to any sect, but this experience over thousands of years tells everyone that the three religions are strong and the dynasty is flowing.

The dynasty is too mixed, it seems to be the royal deeds, but the royal can only speak insincerely in the face of reality.

Although Prince Xian was designated as the next cultivator of mythology and martial arts, many people were dissatisfied.

This time, I came out to find Shiyuan Jiusheng, which is actually a kind of pitfall. Whether he brought it back or not, Prince Xian would offend some people.

Now that the cultivator of Shiyuan Jiusheng is not dead, it may be a good thing.

After drinking the cup of tea, the Taoist priest of Qingchi took Zhu Ping to retreat. He said that he would teach him his martial arts after he returned to the mountain and received the crown.

On the next day, the Taoist priest of Qingchi asked Zhu Ping to follow him, and several other Taoist priests who came to a small courtyard, where the wise prince he saw yesterday also appeared with people.

But the wise prince looked a little wrong, and his originally dark hair also had a lot of white hair.

When I opened the door, I saw the old dead tree in the yard, which was hanging on it before.

Pushing the door opens and causing air to flow, the corpse hanging on the tree sways twice.

The corpse was shriveled and thin, with the corners of his mouth slightly open, and it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or something else.

There are still some dry marks on the ground, and it is difficult to tell what is left behind.

Then I saw the corpse begin to crack, and the broken fragments of the corpse fly like feathers, and then land in the yard.

At this time, Zhu Ping found that there were more than a dozen corpses with different deaths on the side of the yard.

From the clothes, we can see that these people look very similar to the ones around Prince Xian.

Later, Zhu Ping learned from Taoist Priest Qingchi that Prince Xian sent someone to find the location of the poor Taoist Priest that night, but none of the people sent by those came back.

Later, every other hour, he sent two people to investigate, and it was not until this morning when the sun was in the sky that someone came back to report.

Soon someone came to clean up the body and searched Shiyuan Jiusheng by the way, but none of them found it.

In this case, everyone could only judge that the Taoist priest had reincarnated again.

After seeing everyone collecting the fragments of the corpse, the wise prince over there seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. After saying goodbye to the Taoist priest Qingchi, he hurriedly left.

"Everyone in the world pursues the art of myths, which is more than the great horrors in myths." Taoist priest Qingchi seemed to be moved, sighed, and turned around and left.

Zhu Ping looked at the empty yard blankly and suddenly felt something approaching him. Goose bumps on his skin instantly aroused, and an inexplicable chill hit his heart.

Zhu Ping even saw some mysterious runes spreading on the back of his hand.

The burning fire in Zhu Ping's soul deep in his soul suddenly ignited, and the chill slowly disappeared, and the mysterious runes on the back of his hand disappeared.

Without stopping, Zhu Ping quickly chose to follow the Taoist priest Qingchi to leave.

There were so many people there just now, but there was no abnormality, so there must be a reason for the change that happened to me just now.

"Is it because I gave the poor Taoist priest food to the first time, or because I leaked his information to others." Zhu Ping couldn't figure it out, but judging from his previous situation, it was Shiyuan Jiusheng who wanted to appear on him. Maybe the poor Taoist priest had good intentions?

Zhu Ping, who couldn't figure it out, followed the Qingchi Taoist priest back to the Yuanmang Mountain of the Sanshan Sect.

After a series of cumbersome rituals, he began to officially join the Three Mountains of Taoism under the witness of the Nineteen Heavenly Lord.

Among them, the eighteen heavenly priests have various images and various names. They have already left the heaven outside the sky, but the great heavenly priests have not left any image.

It means that the Great Heavenly Lord is like the Tao, and its formlessness and formlessness are also all forms.

Its name is the Supreme and Forever Yongning Pude Great Heavenly Lord.
Chapter completed!