Others are afraid that Zixiao Palace hides dangers and is worried about fraud, but Wu Ming has no such worries.
At that moment, he winked at Zhen Yuanzi and turned into a rainbow of light, projecting towards the Zixiao Palace.
Endless chaotic air currents wash over his body.
After countless years of hard training, Wu Ming is no longer Wu Xia Amon. The Fire Cloud Palace is suspended above his head, and he is holding the soul gourd in his hands. It is a hundred times easier than when he climbed Mount Buzhou.
The natural danger formed by the chaotic storm is no longer an obstacle.
It only took less than ten years for Wu Ming to dodge and rush in from under the three-character plaque of Zixiao Palace.
"Hey, I'm not the first!" After entering the Zixiao Palace, Wu Ming looked up and found that four people had already arrived before him.
The Sanqing, headed by Laozi, occupied the first three futons, and Nuwa was sitting on the fourth one, playing with red hydrangea.
Wu Ming looked around and found that Fuxi was not here, so he sat on the fifth futon and asked, "Why isn't your brother here?"
"I don't know, my brother and I came in together, but I have been here for nearly a hundred years, and my brother still hasn't shown up for some reason." Nuwa shook her head and looked confused, and Wu Ming also frowned slightly.
He also came in through the Chaos Storm, and it took him just over nine years to arrive at the Zixiao Palace from the border of Chaos.
Although Fu Xi is not as fast as him, it probably won't take him a hundred years. Could it be that the distance from Zixiao Palace is not the same for different people.
Thinking of this possibility, Wu Ming thought of Zhen Yuanzi again, and instinctively realized that Zhen Yuanzi could not sit on the sixth futon.
This feeling came very suddenly and was also very strong.
Wu Ming raised his head with a dull look and glanced at the empty futon belonging to ancestor Hongjun in the center of the hall.
If he didn't have the memory of later generations, he would just think it was a coincidence, but with the memories of later generations, he would be more inclined to have a pair of invisible hands that control the ownership of the holy throne. It is not whoever comes early can sit in this position.
"I dare say that the sixth person who came in is Kunpeng." Wu Ming said in a faint tone, causing Nuwa and Sanqing to raise their heads slightly.
Three years later, a strong wind roared outside the hall, and a huge bird covering the sky took the form of a human at the door.
Sanqing and Nuwa looked up at the same time, and saw Kunpeng, wearing a black feathered coat and a black miter, walking in, muttering something: "Where did this ancestor Hongjun come from? I asked so many people, and they all asked.
No one knows his origin, could he be a born saint?"
Kunpeng walked into the main hall and happened to see Sanqing and Nuwa looking at him in surprise.
Kunpeng touched his face, not knowing what happened, and then sat on the sixth futon in confusion.
"Interesting, it's really Kunpeng!" Master Tongtian murmured in a low voice and glanced at Wu Ming subconsciously.
Wu Ming looked at his nose with his eyes and his mouth with his nose, looking like an old monk who was in meditation.
Nuwa could not sit still. She looked at Kunpeng who was sitting on the holy throne and said: "It shouldn't be. My brother and I entered the chaos at the same time. It has been a hundred years since I came to Zixiao Palace. Why is my brother still not there?"
So, you came from behind instead?"
No one answered this question, and Wu Ming also remained silent.
In the next hundred years, people entered Zixiao Palace every once in a while. Fuxi entered in the third year, and Zhen Yuanzi entered in the ninth year.
After asking, I found out that it was not the Zixiao Palace that was moving, but a murderous intention hidden in the chaos, and both Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi were trapped.
"Sanqing was not trapped, Nuwa was not trapped, and Kunpeng and I were not trapped. Why were Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi trapped? Is this really an accident?" Wu Ming is not a conspiracy theorist, but
He still felt that this explanation was too far-fetched.
But there was no way to say these words, and even the person involved thought it was just an accident.
Wu Ming was a little confused. He wanted to bring Zhen Yuanzi to the holy throne, but Zhen Yuanzi was delayed because of this.
Could it be said that the general trend of the world really cannot be changed, so am I destined to be like Hongyun, who died after attending the lecture three times?
"Oh, it's a pity that I have a long journey to the west and went through a lot of hardships to get to the Zixiao Palace. My legs are weak from exhaustion, but I don't even have a seat." Wu Ming was thinking about this when he suddenly heard a burst of noise.
Howling loudly.
Looking up, I found Taoist Zhunti sitting on the ground, crying with tears and runny nose. The Taoist who was standing beside me also looked embarrassed.
Those who can come in at this time are all famous people from the ancient world, and no one can be said to have great supernatural powers.
When the Taoist priest Zhunti made such a fuss, many people looked at each other, and some even shouted: "These two junior brothers are very pitiful. Why don't we give up two futons and share them with our senior brothers."
You don’t need to look at it, this is a person who doesn’t feel his back hurts when he talks while standing, but says grapes are sour when he can’t eat them.
Sanqing, who was sitting in the first place, lowered his head and remained motionless, as if I didn't hear him.
Nuwa heard it, but instead of giving up her seat, she looked at Zhunti with a smile on her face, just like watching a monkey show in later generations.
After crying for a long time, no one gave up his seat. Taoist Zhunti opened his eyes slightly and changed his position.
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, have you forgotten the life-saving grace my senior brother gave you on Buzhou Mountain? Without my senior brother, you would have died on the mountain. How would you have come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the lectures! Now, I
Senior brother has come a long way, and his legs are weak after walking. Are you going to treat your savior like this regardless of your past kindness?" Taoist Zhunti held Wu Ming's hand and cried louder than before.
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Wu Ming gritted his teeth. He had to repay the grace of salvation, but he only had one chance to become a saint.
After all, he is not the kind of person who would rather die than repay his kindness. He does not have such high moral integrity.
This time, if you give up the holy throne, it will be equivalent to following Hongyun's old path, and your body and soul will die now.
Therefore, even if the people around him were sighing and saying anything, Wu Ming just stayed still and pretended that he didn't know anything.
"If a person has no faith, he will not stand. It doesn't matter that we don't want this position. Is a position more important than dignity?" Zhen Yuanzi was thin-skinned and had a good-natured character. He hated iron but could not make steel.
Wu Ming himself was in trouble. Just when he was about to talk about the seriousness of this, he felt a huge force on his shoulders and naturally left his seat.
After leaving his seat, Wu Ming quickly looked back and saw Taoist Zhunti winking. He didn't need to think about it to know who pushed him.
"Why, let's rob it now!" As soon as Wu Ming was about to snatch it back, Zhen Yuanzi held him back and walked towards the perimeter without saying a word.
Taoist Zhunti got the seat, and for a moment he was beaming with smiles. He hurriedly waved to the receptionist and said, "Brother, come quickly. You are older than me. You deserve to sit in this seat."
Others say that Zhunti has a dark heart, but when it comes to recruiting this senior brother, he is sincere and sincere.
Jie Yin nodded with a wry smile. He specializes in cause and effect, and he can feel the importance of this position to himself, so he said: "Fellow Hongyun, the last life-saving grace has been canceled in one stroke. The two of us brothers owe
Just a favor to you."
After saying this, the Taoist led the Taoist to sit on the futon, lowering his head and chanting sutras with a look of shame.
Seeing that his senior brother had a position, Zhunti turned to look at Kunpeng again, waved the Bodhi tree and struck forward, and said: "How can you, a beast with scales and horns, have the right to sit here?
Get out of my way quickly!"
Kunpeng and Zhunti were neither relatives nor friends, and they were scolded in public, so of course they refused to give in.
It's a pity that Kunpeng is very fast, but his cultivation level is on par with Zhunti, or even a little weaker.
Unprepared, Kunpeng didn't expect Zhunti to take action, so he was hit by the Bodhi tree and fell down from the futon in a very embarrassed state.
"Good advice, if I don't use some means, I will really be underestimated by you!" Kunpeng was so angry that he was about to take action at the same time.
Unfortunately, before the two sides could fight, the door of Zixiao Palace was suddenly closed, followed by a burst of whispers.
"The three thousand people in Zixiao Palace are full. From today on, the palace gate will be closed and the lecture on the Three Thousand Years of Hunyuan Tao Fruit will begin."
A voice resounded in the hearts of everyone. When they looked up, they saw that the palace door was closing, and there was an old man in white on the empty futon.
This old man in white clothes had a ruddy complexion and could not be detected in his spiritual consciousness.
When everyone looked up at him, they felt a mysterious and mysterious illusion that they couldn't help but couldn't remember what this person looked like.
"Those who don't have futons should stand on both sides. It will still be the same next time when I give a lecture on the great road." Ancestor Hongjun waved his right hand, and Kunpeng, who was about to go up to grab the position, didn't even have room to resist, and flew back into the crowd in an instant.
Just such a move made everyone present with great supernatural powers shudder.
Kunpeng also dared to be angry but dared not speak. The hatred in his eyes almost turned into flames. He first looked deeply at Zhunti and then looked at Wu Ming, clearly hating both of them.