After hearing what Taiqing Laozi said, Hongjun couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you leaving again? Can't I let you stay for a thousand years?"

Hongjun sighed:

"Didn't we agree that after staying here for thousands of years, the Six Saints will return to the prehistoric world together, so as not to break the balance of the prehistoric world."

"Why does the teacher insist on asking me to stay for a thousand years?"

"A thousand years is but a blink of an eye."

"It has only been a few decades here, but many things have happened in the world. It seems that the teacher intends to let the six leaders leave the world."

Taiqing Laozi fell down and said slowly:

"And something has happened in the world that makes Pindao very concerned."

"You mean, the piece of cloth that fellow Taoist Fuxi gave to Ping'an?"

Taoist Hongjun had some thoughts in his eyes. He held a chess piece with his slender fingertips and bumped it gently against the edge of the chessboard.

Hongjun said slowly: "This matter is indeed out of my control. At that time, Li Ping'an was probably just an ordinary disciple in the mountain, not even an orthodox Taoist disciple. You and I will not pay any attention to it."

Taiqing paused and looked up at Hongjun. Those old eyes seemed to be able to see through all confusion.

Hongjun looked at him calmly.

After an unknown amount of time, the two old men here did not care about the time scale of a few hours.

Taiqing lowered his gaze back to the chessboard and continued: "Teacher knows a lot of things that we don't know."

"I know everything in this world, all the truth, and everything unknown."

Hongjun sneered:

"But that doesn't make me detached.

"So many times I have to stay silent, or pretend to be confused, and wait for things to develop."

Taiqing dropped a son: "After Li Ping'an first resonated with Tiandao, I have calculated everything about him before and after, but I failed to calculate this piece of cloth."

"oh?"

Hongjun raised his eyebrows slightly: "You can't even count? Taoist fellow Fuxi is really powerful."

Taiqing took action to lure away a few of the surrounded children, and said slowly: "Teacher, you are going to lose again."

"It's not the end yet, don't be impatient."

Hongjun said slowly:

"If it's just for this little thing, it won't be of any use if you go back.

"Does Fellow Taoist feel that the current direction of the world is not in line with what Fellow Taoist thinks?

"The Dragon Clan has returned to its homeland, and Heaven is developing steadily. Li Ping'an and your disciples have just killed dozens of innate gods and demons. Heaven will be born in less than six or seven hundred years... It will only take six or seven hundred years for this world to exist.

Are there any other big variables?

"The variables now are all in the Sea of ​​Chaos."

"I don't know what the teacher is planning."

Taiqing Laozi responded calmly:

"If the teacher is willing to tell the truth, I will keep my promise and stay here for a thousand years until the six saints return to heaven and earth."

Taoist Hongjun smiled and sighed: "What I did was just my own detachment."

Taiqing, I haven’t spoken for a long time.

The black and white pieces on the chessboard were arranged at random, and the killing move loomed, and only the big dragon was taken. Hongjun was quickly restrained everywhere, and soon he lost the whole game.

Taiqing Laozi said slowly: "Teacher, can you let me go back?"

"How could a fellow Taoist with such a status go back on his word?"

Hongjun looked depressed and sighed in a low voice:

"You have promised me several times before that you will wait here for a thousand years.

"Yes, I don't teach you much, but we still have a master-disciple relationship, right?

"If you just leave like this, there's no need for my old face."

If anyone else were here, their jaws would probably drop.

This master of the Sanqing Dynasty, who had never been in harmony with the world and was still famous in the world, was actually playing the emotional card at this moment and looked very hurt.

However, Saint Taiqing frowned and remained silent.

Actually I really like this.

Taiqing said: "As long as the teacher is willing to answer something, I will continue to wait here."

"Look, you're making a request again," Hongjun said helplessly, "After all, it's because the apprentice is so good that he can't help himself. Now that I'm no match for you, you start scolding me in every possible way?"

Taiqing was unmoved and asked, "Is Mr. Fuxi still alive?"

Several rays of light flashed in Hongjun's eyes, like an ax blade splitting Hongmeng's head, like a divine thunder piercing the darkness.

After a long time, Hongjun said softly: "That depends on how you understand life."

Taiqing closed his eyes and sighed softly, without saying much.

Moo——

Suddenly I heard a cow mooing outside Zixiao Palace, and a green cow came from nowhere and waited quietly outside Zixiao Palace.

Taiqing raised his right hand tremblingly and drew a talisman out of thin air.

Three green lotuses slowly rose from behind Taiqing, and the three green lotuses opened, revealing three figures that were indistinguishable from Taiqing.

The three corpses bear witness to each other, and they are close to the great road.

The green lotus on the left swayed slightly, and the good corpse flew out from it and landed three feet away behind Taiqing.

The phantom of the Tai Chi diagram appeared from behind Tai Qing, covering up the corpse, and then disappeared after circling twice.

Looking at the good corpse again, it is completely different from the original Taiqing Laozi. His body gradually becomes taller, his old face has lost its wrinkles, his long gray hair has regained its luster, and the Taoist robes on his body have also gained the shadow of gossip.

The good corpse not only changed its appearance, but also gained its own personality. At this moment, he nodded slightly to Taiqing, and then looked at Hongjun warily.

Seven or eight streams of light flew out of Taiqing Laozi's sleeves. They were various treasures, including a stove for alchemy, a gourd containing elixirs, and a banana fan to fan the fire.

After collecting all the good corpses, he put a whisk on his arm and bowed to Taiqing.

"Do you have any instructions, fellow Taoist?"

Taiqing exuded a wisp of Taoist rhyme and spoke slowly: "Go... to protect... Heavenly Court..."

"Good, poor Taoist calls himself Taishang Laojun."

The good corpse already knew what he wanted to do, and he bowed to Taiqing again:

"The green ox is outside, and the poor Taoist will go away. Fellow Taoists do not need to worry too much about the safety of the Heavenly Court and the Heavenly Emperor."

After saying this, the old man who called himself Taishang Laojun turned around and left.

Hongjun was about to speak but stopped.

It’s not that he didn’t want to stop the old man;

It is actually because the aura and Taoist charm of Taiqing's original body has not decreased at all, and he is still as strong as a saint. However, although the strength of the old Taoist transformed from Taiqing's good corpse is lower than Taiqing's original body, he is on par with him.

between.

Hongjun couldn't stop him at all.

Hongjun sighed: "Is there any difference between this and your body going back?"

"Don't show up unless... necessary..."

Taiqing spoke slowly, then pointed at the chessboard, and one word popped out of his mouth:

"chess."

Hongjun smiled bitterly, then raised his head and sighed, and simply stopped caring about anything else and exchanged black and white pieces with Taiqing.

In front of Zixiao Palace, Laojun sat on the green bull and walked slowly towards the depths of the Chaos Sea, as if he was going to find something in the Chaos Sea.

Hongjun frowned and said, "Isn't Laojun going back to heaven and earth?"

"late……"

Taiqing made the move casually without saying much.

Hongjun suddenly looked deceived, his smile full of bitterness.

He casually put a layer of cloud mirror on the chessboard and began to observe everywhere in the ancient world.

…

In the empty realm, the emperor's sleeping palace.

Li Ping'an stretched and slowly stood up from the soft couch. He glanced at Mu Ningning, who was already meditating in the corner of the soft couch, wearing only a gauze skirt. He couldn't help but move forward to interrupt her practice.

"Oh, senior brother, please stop making trouble."

Mu Ningning said depressedly:

"I just had some insights, maybe I can hold some inspiration."
To be continued...