Chapter 15 The Correct Way to Open a Chat Group 【For further reading】
Chat group.
Immortal Changsheng: "???"
Lin Meng: "???"
Worshiping the moon: "???"
Ye Fan: "Xiao Linzi, do you want the longevity boss to cut chickens to practice swordsmanship? What are your intentions?"
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's words, everyone was extremely shocked.
Unexpectedly, you are like Lin Pingzhi!
Lin Pingzhi: "Wait a minute, I didn't mean that. Everyone has misunderstood. Master Changsheng Mingjian!"
Lin Pingzhi: "Without the guidance and gifts of the elder Changsheng, Xiaolinzi would not be what it is today. How dare I disrespect the elder?"
Lin Pingzhi: "After much thought, the sword manual left by our ancestors is the most precious treasure that our Lin family can acquire."
Seeing that everyone had misunderstood, Lin Pingzhi quickly explained.
He was sincerely grateful to Li Changsheng for his guidance and the magic that Li Changsheng had given him.
It seems that although there are a few bad money in the entire Lin Mansion, they are obviously not in the eyes of the Changsheng boss.
In other words, the sword manual handed down from the ancestors of the Lin family can barely be regarded as a treasure.
Giving it to Mr. Changsheng as a souvenir is enough to express his feelings.
[Ding! ‘Lin Pingzhi’ sent an exclusive red envelope to the group leader ‘Changsheng Zhenren’! 】
Immortal Changsheng: "I understand your good intentions and the sword manual is no longer necessary. You can take it back!"
After seeing Lin Pingzhi's explanation, Li Changsheng shook his head.
What a thing!
Not to mention the sword manual to ward off evil, even the entire Swordsman world is of no importance to Li Changsheng.
He can open up a big world with just one thought, let alone a small world of martial arts.
Besides, he uploaded the evolved two immortal scriptures just casually.
Although Li Changsheng thought of relying on the chat group to realize Daluo, he didn't count on Lin Pingzhi.
The difference in life levels between them is so great that it is really difficult to interest him.
Lin Pingzhi: "Please accept it from the elder Changsheng. Xiao Linzi may not be able to repay the kindness from the boss forever, but Xiao Linzi doesn't want to receive the reward for nothing and feel uneasy!"
Lin Pingzhi: "For the sake of Xiao Linzi's heart, please accept the only and most precious sword manual of the Lin family!"
How valuable is the Immortal Book given by the Immortal Boss?
Lin Pingzhi couldn't estimate it, but he knew that he would never be able to repay this kindness and virtue in his lifetime.
If he accepts all this with peace of mind and remains indifferent, his conscience will be uneasy.
Although he doesn't have much conscience.
Ye Fan: "I understand what Xiao Linzi means, no merit will be given without merit?, right?"
Ye Fan: "Wait a minute, how can I repay the kindness of the longevity boss?"
Ye Fan: "Otherwise, I will find ten or eight beauties to come and serve the immortal boss?"
As the saying goes, kindness turns into hatred, Ye Fan understands this truth.
He naturally understood what Lin Pingzhi meant.
Lin Meng: "Haha, you can have this."
Worshiping the Moon: "Vulgar! I have to find a hundred and eighty of them no matter what!"
My dear fellow, I never thought you would worship the moon like this.
Master Changsheng: "That's all, Pindao accepted it. You really don't have to worry about it all the time. Pindao just did it casually."
Seeing that Lin Pingzhi said it sincerely, he looked like he would die if you don't accept it.
Li Changsheng thought about it and decided to keep it. At worst, throw it aside or destroy it directly.
After that, he reluctantly clicked to receive the red envelope.
"call out!"
A somewhat worn and dark yellow cassock appeared out of thin air and fell from the void.
Li Changsheng caught it smoothly and glanced briefly.
Sure enough, the lining of the cassock was filled with thousands of tiny characters.
The first line, at the beginning, states: If you want to practice this palace, you must first practice the palace.
"Huh...."
At this moment, Li Changsheng's Taoist heart kept beating.
It was as if something stirred his Taoist heart.
"It's actually related to my path?"
Li Changsheng counted with his fingers, and finally his eyes fell on the cassock.
"Tracing back time and space!"
His originally casual look immediately became serious.
Looking at the cassock in his hand, his eyes flashed with a mysterious Taoist charm.
Li Changsheng's spiritual thoughts spanned the long river of time and space, dating back to the birth of Kasaya decades ago.
A picture flashed before his eyes, but it was the scene of Monk Du Yuan being ordered by Zen Master Hongye to go to Huashan to recover the Sunflower Book.
Monk Duyuan answered Yue Su and Cai Zifeng's questions and secretly memorized this incomplete version of the "Sunflower Collection".
Later, he added his own understanding and secretly recorded it on his cassock, which became the "Evil Sword Manual".
At this moment, a hazy purple light fell from the sky and fell on the cassock.
"So that's it, it turned out to be..."
Seeing this hazy purple light, Li Changsheng understood everything.
One hundred thousand years ago, the Three Purities became saints, and Yin and Zhunti became saints one after another, ushering in the age of saints.
The Demon Clan's Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi was naturally very jealous, coupled with the instigation of Demon Master Kunpeng.
So the three of them hit it off immediately and set their sights on Taoist Hongyun, intending to kill people and seize the treasure.
It can be said that this Hongyun is the most unlucky ghost in the world.
After the heaven and earth first opened, he became the first red cloud in the world and became enlightened. He was regarded as a person with great innate supernatural powers.
In the past years when he was listening to sermons at Zixiao Palace, Li Changsheng had an acquaintance with him and had a friendly relationship with him.
When Hongjun gave his third lecture, he accepted disciples on the spot and distributed the foundation of enlightenment, which is Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Sanqing is Pangu's authentic sect, and he is accepted as his direct disciple. Each of them has a Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Nuwa had great merits and was accepted as her direct disciple, along with Hongmeng Ziqi.
The two Westerners, Jieyin Zhunti, later established a separate sect and were accepted as registered disciples, and were given a ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
There was a streak of Hongmeng purple energy left, and Hongjun said: Those who are destined will get it.
In the end, Hongyun got it.
Later, the other six people became saints one after another, but Hongyun did not make any move, which naturally attracted the covetousness of others.
Di Jun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng attacked Hongyun, killing him on the spot, and the true spirit was reincarnated.
But the Hongmeng Purple Qi on Hongyun's body was nowhere to be found and disappeared.
Even the six saints who were secretly paying attention to this battle did not notice Hongmeng Ziqi's figure.
Now, one hundred thousand years have passed.
This Hongmeng purple energy actually appeared in front of Li Changsheng.
No, it should be one of the rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
When Hongyun saw that he was defeated, he blew himself up and died, and the Hongmeng purple energy in his body also disappeared.
It turned out that it actually left the primitive world and turned into 129,600 wisps of purple energy, scattered throughout the heavens and the world.
One of them came to Xiaoao World, merged with the cassock of Monk Du Yuan, and became the sword manual to ward off evil!
"This...is really a fate, it's really wonderful!"
"Is this the right way to open a chat group?"
When he saw the cassock, Li Changsheng deduced the cause and effect.
He stretched out his hand, took out the purple light from his cassock, and put it into the Niwan Palace.
1/129600 Hongmeng Purple Qi, get√.
So delicious!
"boom..."
The prehistoric heaven was shaken, and the heavenly secrets underwent subtle changes.
This change in heaven's secret immediately attracted the attention of all the saints.