After talking about the conversation, the six "Eight Immortals" got up to visit the leader of the Jiuli tribe. They have been here for so long and everyone has been busy saving souls, but they have not yet met the landlord here.
"Is it you!?" Before the six "Eight Immortals" could say hello, an old lady suddenly said, "Zhang Guo, you are still alive!" This person was the leader of the Jiuli tribe, Chiyou Qingzhu.
"I've seen Miss Qingzhu." Zhang Guo was a little embarrassed, "Yes, I'm still alive." As a former subordinate of the Yellow Emperor, he worked hard to help Emperor Xuanyuan win, setting up many traps, directly or indirectly
Many Chiyou people were killed, so it was natural for them to feel uncomfortable meeting each other at this time.
"Hmph! Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years." Chi You Qingzhu glared at Zhang Guo, but did not do anything. He waved his hand and motioned for several "guests" to sit down, "The down-and-out ethnic group has nothing good to entertain you.
Please forgive me, the immortals."
"Very good, very good." Zhang Guo took the initiative to say soft words, "Our friends from the Jiuli tribe can take care of those souls, and we are very grateful. How can we ask for any hospitality in this barren mountain?"
"Yes, you also know that we have nothing to entertain guests now." Chi You Qingzhu said coldly, "Everything in our tribe has been robbed by the Xuanyuan tribe. There is nothing left, so we can only live in the barren mountains and ridges to survive.
Haha, it’s good to be alive, and I have to thank Xuanyuan for sparing the lives of the bereaved dogs like me.”
"No, that's not what I meant." Zhang Guo said, "I'm not saying that the Jiuli tribe lives in the barren mountains and ridges. I mean that we don't need hospitality."
"No need, why don't you need it? Are you looking down on me?" This old lady is really good at picking out gifts, and she is very picky about her words. "I also heard the thunder just now. If I guess correctly, these few people in the future will definitely have some status and look down on me.
It’s normal for us to be a down-and-out tribe. Who can look down on us, the Jiuli tribe?”
"Uh..." Zhang Guo was speechless and could only lower his head and hold it there.
Li Xuan and other "Eight Immortals" looked at Zhang Guo's appearance and wanted to say a few words for him, but after thinking about it, they forgot about it. Since Zhang Guo was willing to come here to meet his former enemy, he had already expected that he would meet him.
No matter what the situation, it is best for others not to say anything.
As someone who has been here for a few years, Xiangzi is already familiar with the Jiuli people. He held up his hands and said, "Thank you to Grandma Qingzhu for taking care of me over the years. Thank you."
"Yeah." Chiyou Qingzhu nodded, "It doesn't count as caring. The sound of my little brother's flute contains mysteries, and our clan has benefited a lot." As the descendants of the orthodox ancient gods, the Jiuli clan all have extraordinary talents and powerful magical powers, but they also have
Because he is a descendant of the ancient gods, he is entangled by the karma of the ancient gods. He often has a bad temper, his soul is chaotic, and he often goes crazy. Since Xiangzi came to the tribe, he played mysterious and gentle music to the souls every day.
, not only has it benefited all the souls, but also the monks of the Jiuli tribe have received a lot of benefits. Their souls have become much calmer, and there has been no clan member going crazy for many years. "The old lady would also like to thank you, little brother." This old man has clear grievances and grievances.
, at this moment, he actually wanted to kneel down and thank Xiangzi, "In the past, there were always some people from the younger generation who went crazy and hurt others and themselves. It really hurts my heart to see the old lady. Only in recent years can it stop."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, " he and several "Eight Immortals" supported the old lady, "Grandma Qingzhu, I will not hide it from you, the sound of my flute was intended to be given to my friends from the Jiuli tribe.
Listen, the reason is..." He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Guo, who was silent and silent, "I and the Eight Immortals are of the same mind, and his business is
It’s my business. Mother-in-law doesn’t need to thank me. Just think of it as Zhang Guo’s efforts to reconcile the hatred between the Jiuli tribe and the Xuanyuan tribe.” This sentence has a slightly “cheating” meaning, because he hasn’t met Zhang Guo yet.
Guo and others had never known that one of the "Eight Immortals" had participated in the Zhuolu War between Chi You and Huang Di, so how could they help them reconcile.
"This..." Chiyou Qingzhu glanced at Xiangzi, then at Zhang Guo whose eyes were full of "pleading", and finally glanced at Li Xuan and others, "Haha, okay, okay, okay." He sat down again.
Returning to his seat, he ordered his descendants and nephews to serve tea, "Come and try it. This is a specialty of our Jiuli tribe and is famous in the three worlds."
"Oh~ this is Jiuli tea?" Zhong Liquan once heard his elder brother, Master Xuandu, say that this tea is bitter at first and then sweet. It contains all the flavors of life and is worth tasting. "Oh, it's really good."
Chi You Qingzhu said: "So you are the future 'Eight Immortals'." In order to determine the number of "Eight Immortals", various factions fought constantly and resorted to frequent tactics. Countless gossips spread in the three realms. It is not too much for her to know, "
But, why are there only six of you? The Eight Immortals, it should be eight, right?"
"There are five." Xiangzi said, "I still need to go through another reincarnation. They are the real 'Eight Immortals'."
Li Xuandao: "There is another person who is the incarnation of Taoist Chunyang. We met him some time ago, but he also needs to be reincarnated, and he needs to be reincarnated several times."
"Yeah, yeah." Chiyou Qingzhu nodded, "Everyone knows the name of Taoist Chunyang. He was once the Supreme Golden Immortal, later the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the future 'Eight Immortals'. Haha, he has been legendary and noble throughout his life. He
That
I'm afraid Meng Po Tang won't be able to do anything about it if he waits for the higher immortal gods, and it will take many reincarnations." In fact, the Jiuli Tribe is a tribe with a lot of background. It can be regarded as a collection of the essence of the ancient gods from the seven directions, and is familiar with all kinds of magic.
Door
He knows countless secrets of the three realms and has studied the secrets of many worlds. "The composition of Meng Po Tang is very complex. It has the aura of killing, the aura of gentleness, the aura of lamentation, and the aura of joy...
The effect can be said to be strong or weak. If ordinary people have a vow engraved deep in their souls, they will never forget it for several lifetimes, let alone an immortal like Chunyang Taoist. In comparison, my nine
Li tea is not as good as Meng Po soup."
The eight immortals nodded in agreement with what the old lady said. Among them, Lan Caihe remembered that Yushuqian once told him and Li Zhenying when they were in Beihai, saying that their biological mother, that is, the biological mother of Jin Zha, Mu Zha and Nezha,
Because her son, the Third Prince, got into trouble and made Donghai angry, she swore she would never eat fish or shrimps forever to repay the sins committed by her son. After going through a series of reincarnations, the mother who endured all kinds of hardships decided that she would never eat fish or shrimps even if she died of starvation.
"Hey? Chunyang Taoist, plus the little brother Xiangzi, there is still one missing?" Chiyou Qingzhu said, "Who is the other one?"
"Um..." Li Xuan and others looked at each other, "There is another one...?"
"Oh, it's not convenient to reveal it." Chi You Qingzhu smiled, "Forget it, just chat. If it's a secret, don't tell it." This old lady is quite reasonable.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but," Li Xuan said, "until now, we don't know where the eighth friend is. Except for the light from heaven just now, which tempered a jade guide, we don't know any eighth friend.
Clues to 'Friends'."
Zhang Guodao: "Well...if you are not angry, I can actually tell you the name of that 'friend' in his previous life."
"Oh, it depends on what you mean, I recognize it?"
"I recognize it."
"He is...?"
"Uh... he is... is... Cao Jingxiu, who met you before and ultimately engineered Chi You's death."