Xu Qingsong never left. When he heard Fang Chen's words, his eyes lit up and he felt a little conspiracy in his heart.
"Okay, I'll bring the words."
Taoist Master Tingbao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slowly.
He thought the two of them were leaving now, but Bai Qingming slashed another sword before leaving. This time, Taoist Master Tingbao lost his other two distracted gods on the spot.
His appearance grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, from around thirty or forty when he first appeared, to now he has a face in his eighties or nineties.
"Damn it, damn..."
Taoist Master Tingbao trembled his lips, his face pale, looking at the direction where the two left, and his eyes showed a deep hatred.
All three divine gods were killed, and he became the worst divine god. Even if he was promoted to the fusion in the future, he would be the worst class.
At most, he will be stronger than casual cultivators due to the Taoist sect, but in the future, he will only be at the bottom of the immortal court.
"Dao, Dao Zun, are you okay?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was startled.
Taoist Master Tingbao glanced at him indifferently, his face as if dead.
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"I know a shortcut to Kyoto, and it will take about a month to arrive. Please give me a clear idea and what to do in Kyoto?"
Bai Qingming glanced at Fang Chen and said.
"Sometimes ago, Senior Sister Jing told me that a friend of mine was accepted as his adopted son by Beizhou Dragon King. I have not seen this friend for many years, so I went to see him this time."
Fang Chen smiled faintly.
"A Dragon Erosion?"
Bai Qingming looked strange and nodded slightly: "He does like to accept adopted sons, and he also wanted to accept me as his adopted son."
"Senior brother didn't agree? This is an immortal king."
Fang Chen smiled.
"That's my father's promise. If my father doesn't speak, I will be the adopted son of others. If I don't get my legs broken when I go back?"
Bai Qingming sighed.
"If Uncle Shi knew, he would agree."
Fang Chen smiled.
Bai Qingming shook his head: "That certainly won't work. How could my father's bad temper make me an adopted son?"
Fang Chen's eyes moved, "I don't know that Shiwang is..."
"Nanzhou Xianyue King."
Bai Qingming smiled and said, "You know why my father won't agree now, right?"
Fang Chen's body shook, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he clasped his fists and said:
"Shi Jing, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Bai is the son of King Xianyue."
Bai Qingming looked at him carefully, then laughed and scolded: "That's a big deal, why can't I see the word "That's right" from your face? I clearly don't care at all. It seems that the Immortal King is just like this in your eyes. .”
"I dare not, I dare not, the Immortal King is a cultivator in the ascension stage. If I had already ascended the fairy world and become a god, how could I, a junior, disrespect me?"
Fang Chen said seriously.
"Speaking of this, the Emperor Yuntian is even more mysterious. It is rumored that he only has a remnant soul, but I heard that he was fishing for the ancestor of the sect in the ancient demon wasteland a few years ago and killed the arm of the ancestor of the sect. How amazing is this method ?
Even my father was just an ant in front of the ancestor of the church. Not to mention cutting off his arms, he would not even hurt a cold hair of the ancestor of the church."
Bai Qingming sighed, "I just don't know where this sect ancestor came from, whether it is from our Zhongzhou, or from Ditian and Beidou."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Fang Chen and smiled and said, "You have a connection with this senior, and you are a disciple of the Xuxian Sword Sect. Speaking of which, I envy you even more. I was lucky at the beginning and saw that senior. Once, but he didn't even look at me."
Fang Chen didn't know whether Bai Qingming's words were true or false, and said with a strange look: "Senior brother is also interested in ancient Taoist techniques?"
"Another? You mean Ji Liang, the ninth son of the ninth king, right?"
Bai Qingming smiled faintly and said, "It's not that I'm interested in ancient Taoism, but that after we became immortal kings, we naturally knew some secrets that ordinary people didn't know.
Why do Dayan Taoist Sects not recognize the existence of the Three Thousand Taoist Sects? Isn’t it just because of fear? It is rumored that the most outstanding Taoist technique in ancient Taoism was praised as the art of disgust and had the power to win over the sky.
Unfortunately, the technique of Tianyan has been lost for many years. Even if some ancient books are occasionally obtained, no one has learned any clues. It is probably a fake. However, Ji Liang is a bit interesting. I heard that he has an ancient Taoist tradition, which is possible.
Can use the legendary art of disgust."
Fang Chen was a little surprised, but he didn't expect to hear some information about Ji Liang from Bai Qingming.
There is no wind coming from the hole. If there is any rumor that Ji Liang can use the art of disgust, maybe there is something really.
The breath of that blood paper man is different from that black and white paper man. Perhaps it is really a ghost soldier.
A month passed in a blink of an eye, and Bai Qingming led the way. No accidents happened along the way. The two of them arrived in Kyoto successfully.
When entering the city, a guard checked the immortal book. When he saw the two immortal book hanging on the Xuxian Sword Sect, the head guard immediately stepped forward and told:
"Two, I don't like to play swords and swords at will in Kyoto. Do you understand the rules?"
"Why don't you understand? It's not the first time you've come."
Bai Qingming glared at his eyes, then pulled Fang Chen into the city.
The head guard showed a bitter smile on his face, and his subordinates beside him whispered:
"Sword cultivator is amazing? He doesn't take us seriously at all. You must know that this is an important place in the capital, and he has to lie down whether he is a dragon or a tiger."
"You can say a few words, don't blame me for not reminding you. In addition to being a disciple of the Xuxian Sword Sect, he also has a noble family in the Nanzhou Xianyue Palace, and is a noble person."
The guard leader glanced at his subordinates.
The subordinate was stunned and immediately shut up.
They may not be afraid of sects, but they cannot afford to offend the nobles in the system.
Perhaps if any noble man said something, he had to guard the toilet.
"I will have no worries about my life when I arrive in Kyoto. You are busy with your life. I will also go to see a few old friends, but remember, if you want to leave Kyoto, you need to inform me in advance, is there any Xuantian Mirror?
Friends.”
After some operation, Fang Chen's Xuantian Mirror had another Bai Qingming in addition to Langya Wenqiu.
Bai Qingming nodded with satisfaction and left.
"My fellow Taoist, I'll ask for a way."
Fang Chen suddenly called on the monk passing by.
The monk looked at Fang Chen a few times, saw his eyes closed, and tentatively said:
"Fellow Taoist has eye disease?"
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
The monk immediately smiled enthusiastically and said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you have eye disease in our Kyoto. It's very safe here. Where do you want to go?"
Fang Chen smiled and said, "I heard that the Dragon King of Erosion has newly accepted an adopted son named Xia Ji some time ago. I wonder where he lives?"
"Xia Ji, the adopted son of the Dragon King?"
The monk's face suddenly showed envious expression: "Brother Tai is here to join relatives, that Prince Xia Ji is from Brother Tai..."
"brother."
The monk's eyes were even more envious. He said a few words before pointing out a direction to Fang Chen.
Fang Chen searched all the way and finally came to a grand courtyard with guards guarding him. Seeing Fang Chen, he planned to drive him forward.
"Don't stay here if you are idle, please leave quickly."
"The guards are all golden elixirs."
Fang Chen sighed and smiled at the guards, "I'm here to find Prince Xia Jixia, don't you know if he is here?"