"What kind of cultivation are you? Why do we need to recognize you? You brought a wounded person to our Phoenix City to recuperate, and you dare to talk so shamelessly here? You really don't know how to live or die. If you don't leave, we will kill you on the spot!"
The bird sneered.
Wang Shuo pondered for a moment, looked at these birds who also practiced the law of fire, and asked: "Where is the Phoenix Lord? Is she in the mountain?"
"How can you call me Phoenix Master? Do you want to die?" The bird was furious, with a cold look on its face.
Wang Shuo opened his mouth, frowned, and asked again: "Let the Phoenix Master come out to see me, and where are the other senior leaders of the Phoenix Clan?"
"Haha! I think you are really seeking death. Everyone in Phoenix City doesn't know that the Phoenix Master and many high-level officials have gone to Zixiao Palace to listen to the saint's sermon. If they are here, do you still dare to come here and pretend to be? I think
You just want to steal the treasures on Fengshan Mountain!" The bird's voice became colder and colder, and there were more and more birds around, surrounding the place.
Did all the high-ranking officials of the Phoenix Clan go to listen to the saint’s sermons?
In the prehistoric times... who became enlightened?
Hongjun?
Wang Shuo squinted his eyes and looked a little strange.
It's been a long time since he came back, and so many people don't recognize him anymore.
But when I think about it, because of Luo's massacre, not even a tenth of the living beings in the ancient world were left alive, and all life was in ruins. In the end, very few survived.
Nowadays, although this place seems to be prosperous, but...I am afraid that most of them are new creatures.
Moreover, Wang Shuo could tell at a glance that most of the people here were Taiyi Golden Immortals, and there were even fewer Daluo Golden Immortals.
It is enough to see that Honghuang's overall strength has indeed dropped a lot.
But the one who survived and could become a saint... I am afraid that only Hongjun is the one.
Wang Shuo's eyes flickered, and after a moment, he said: "I am Qinglian Taoist. When I come back today, although the Phoenix Master is no longer there, the older members of the Phoenix Clan will still recognize me. If you let them come out, they will naturally know me.
What he said is true or false.”
Wang Shuo said again.
But these birds still refused to get out of the way, and said sternly: "Qinglian Daozu? Haha, it's really ridiculous. Daozu has disappeared for an unknown number of years, and you still dare to pretend to be Daozu? Do you have to force us to do it?"
"
Phew~
Wang Shuo knew that it would be difficult for him to explain to these birds, so he had no choice but to let out his aura.
The pressure of the saint enveloped the land, and all the creatures looked over and their bodies began to tremble.
The bird next to Wang Shuo felt even colder, his eyes shrank, and his heart was extremely frightened.
"What kind of cultivation is this, who knows?" They couldn't feel what kind of cultivation this was.
And Tianbian... because Wang Shuo showed his aura, the will of Heaven slowly emerged and looked at Wang Shuo.
As for Wang Shuo's blooming aura, it was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao the moment it appeared.
Wang Shuo used the Three Thousand Principles to prove the way of heaven. In essence, the way of heaven belongs to the Chaos Pearl, but it is just a pseudo way of heaven. He was unwilling to incarnate the will of heaven and earth, so he did not truly become the way of heaven.
But even so, the ancient will of heaven still instinctively rejected Wang Shuo. When Wang Shuo attacked the creatures below him, he immediately suppressed Wang Shuo's aura.
Although Wang Shuo could fight back, he just came back and was a little tired after killing in the Chaos Pearl for so long. He didn't want to destroy this familiar place, so he ignored the ancient ways of heaven.
Otherwise, if he fights with the ancient way of heaven, he doesn't know how many pieces of the world will be destroyed.
The surrounding birds also regained their ability to move after the aura dissipated, but they had no intention of giving in. Instead, they quickly gathered around and said through gritted teeth: "Are you a quasi-sage? Let's kill three corpses..."
These birds were not afraid. Instead, they showed their will to die and tried to stop Wang Shuo with their lives.
Looking at these birds that were fearless and dedicated to their duties, Wang Shuo couldn't help but sigh...
These are the subordinates carefully cultivated by the Phoenix Clan, and they can be considered...loyal. Even if they know they are defeated, they are still willing to use their own lives to stop him.
Wang Shuo seems to have no reason to kill these loyal birds, right?
Shaking his head, he said nothing more, but took a look at Fengshan Mountain and the sycamore tree behind him, and flew into the distance.
He didn't destroy this place, nor did he kill these loyal men. These people... are not bad people, they just don't know themselves.
Walking in this world, Wang Shuo finally landed on Buzhou Mountain, found a random place, and began to treat Yaochi's injuries.
The bone spurs and iron ropes on Yaochi's body were broken one by one using the law, and then the wounds on Yaochi's body were repaired bit by bit.
Finally...it took more than half a month to remove all the wounds, as well as many iron ropes and bone spurs.
When the last bone spur was pulled out, Yaochi groaned and woke up from his deep sleep. When he saw the familiar person in front of him, tears couldn't stop falling again.
"Teacher..." She shouted with red eyes, choked with sobs, and threw herself into Wang Shuo's arms.
The crying is getting louder and more miserable...
It was as if hundreds of thousands of years of pain and repression were being vented.
Wang Shuo didn't stop her or say words of comfort, he just sat in front of her, let her hold him, and patted her back, which was as smooth as before.
I don’t know how long I cried, but I only know that the sky turned dark and bright, then bright and dark again. Yaochi seemed to be tired of crying and fell into a deep sleep again.
Wang Shuo just stayed by his side, watching the changes of the sun and moon outside.
The days were quite...comfortable.
A smile appeared on his face.
It had been more than half a year since Yaochi had slept this time. When Yaochi woke up again, his expression was much better, but he followed Wang Shuo all the time, not wanting to move his eyes away from the beginning to the end.
I'm afraid that this teacher... will suddenly disappear again, and once he's gone, it will be another hundreds of thousands of years.
She was afraid of waiting, she had waited for too long, she had waited...she didn't even know the changes of the years, and when they would be able to meet each other at the other end of the years.
That face that was as exquisitely carved as white jade, that pair of autumn eyes full of lovesickness, that cold little hand that grabbed Wang Shuo's sleeve and refused to let go.
Just like the little girl following Wang Shuo 300,000 years ago, waiting for food every day.
Wang Shuo took out a few spiritual fruits in a funny manner and asked, "Would you like to eat them?"
"Well." Yaochi just stretched out a small hand and grabbed one of the spirit fruits. The remaining hand still held on to the corner of his clothes.
"Okay, I won't leave your sight. Don't worry, just let go of my clothes first." Wang Shuo rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"I don't!"
Yaochi's head kept shaking like a rattle.
(There are six more chapters tonight, ten updates as usual.)