More than 20,000 miles east of Jingping Mountain, above the peak of a hundred feet high, there are misty clouds and mists, the Taoist Palace is majestic, and there are countless rare beasts, and there are countless strange flowers and plants.

In front of a side door, a Taoist boy stumbled up the steps, slapped the door quickly, and shouted loudly: "Master, Master Eighth Master is here! Master! Master! Open the door quickly!"

There was no sound inside, and the little Taoist boy did not give up and continued to slap: "Master! Master!"

"Get out!"

A shout came from behind him. The Taoist boy was so scared that he shrank his neck, and then a powerful force came, sweeping him away and flying out.

The Taoist boy flew four or five feet away, rolled down the steps after landing, turning into a rare black cat, and fled quickly after a "meow" sound.

A thin and purple-robed Taoist had arrived at the door, lifted his foot, and kicked open the door with a "bang".

In the room, a short, fat Taoist man in a small dress was lying on the couch, with his legs raised and humming a small song in the market. The door was kicked open. He glanced at him and stopped singing the small song, and shouted: "Kick my door, are you repairing it?"

The thin Taoist changed the viciousness in front of the door and walked up with a smile: "Senior Brother Third, but the great fortune is less, so I'm just lying down and waiting to die?"

The short and fat Taoist snorted: "No one is willing to help me go to Lingtao Peak to find Fuyun. Everyone is afraid of looking west, and even more afraid of provoking the great saint of moving mountains. If I don't hold my urine in my crotch, what else can I do?"

Inside his own door, he even said "I am too lazy to use it." The thin Taoist seemed to have expected him to say this, and he was even more hipster and smiled. He sat on the couch: "Brother, who wants to see you suffer? But the master is not here, so be careful with the elder brother!"

"Hmph, brothers of the same school, I don't know which Luo Yijie who planned to do that back then?"

"Senior brother, it's even more boring to go far. Brother Luo's own fortune is related to us. So Master came back and asked, "Dou Laoba said the same thing! The eldest brother said, the three million households moved out of Mount Sumeru four years ago, and the calculations are almost here. The sect is going to be arguing with the Yuxiaomen and the others, but now the third senior brother's road is important. In addition to the 200,000 households that we should have previously settled, we will recognize 800,000 more households, and it's just for you to handle it. When this matter is done, there will be a lot of merit and blessings, and we can make up for it!"

"really?"

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Under the moonlight, a hornless tart ran by the ridge beside a market town.

If you have good eyesight, you can see clearly under its left earlobe. A small human head poked out and looked at the quiet human town in the distance curiously.

The stag quickly ran through the field and rushed into the forest in front. The branches in the forest were cut down as firewood and could not completely obstruct the sight. There was a small path in the forest leading up the mountain. The stag turned the path and walked only under the trees, and its figure was looming in the forest.

The stag has not completely disappeared, and another snake as thick as a bowl on the ridge swam over. It looks dark from afar. If you have to get closer, you will find that the scales are blue all over your body, and you can hardly suck the snake's letter. You can swim forward quickly, and finally enter the forest, pushing away the grass and walking forward, you can see the weeds shaking along the edge of the forest.

After the green snake, another wolf with black and gray hair passed through the ridge. It landed silently and trotted all the way. When it entered the woods, the movement was smaller than the previous snake, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

Tonight, the ridge of the ground was lively, followed by a deer. It would stop and observe both sides vigilantly, and run and stop and enter the forest.

After half a stick of incense, a fat wild boar ran over the ridge of the ground, which was completely different from the scented deer in front. He lowered his head and looked at the ground without looking at it.

When the wild boar rushed into the forest, he ran into a bison after the ridge. He kept his hooves on the hard soil as fast as possible, leaving few footprints. If you observe carefully, you will find that the ox's tail is hanging tightly and does not shake it at all. On the tip of the drooping tail, he is also holding a mountain frog that keeps turning his eyes tightly.

After the bison ran past, the ridges became quiet until some clouds covered the crescent moon and were dark for a while.

In the middle of the night, the buck who had rushed past the ridge had already reached the top of the mountain, and then stopped and waited for a while on the top. The green snake, the black gray wolf, the fragrant deer, the wild boar, and the bison holding the mountain frog on its tail arrived one after another, and they all stopped staring, understanding why the team stopped.

Opposite this mountain is a taller mountain. There is a camp in the canyon between the two mountains here. Now two savage wind lights are hung high, both of which are shining brightly, which is very conspicuous at night.

The camp with lights hanging at the foot of the mountain is not the entire reason why these seven or eight creatures stopped. The mountain opposite is also strange. Now only half of it is still there. Facing them, they are all exposed with white gravel and mud, and somehow they are missing.

The leading stag looked at the surrounding terrain again, turned her head to indicate that she should not make a sound, and led her down the mountain from the left, bypassing the half-lost mountain, and positioned it with the stars in the sky, and then headed towards the southwest.

After dawn, these creatures stopped again in a lush forest. What we saw below was a very large open land, afraid that it would not be a radius of dozens of miles. Now all the open land has been reclaimed into fertile fields. In the early autumn season, there are too many heavy ears in the fields, and it takes a month to harvest, and there are still few busy farmers.

In the middle of a large fertile land, there is a not too big city.

To get around this open land, you need to climb the mountains on the left, but the canyon between the mountains on the left is a great road, and people come and go on the road from time to time.

It is difficult to pass quietly during the day. You retreat to a bush behind the mountain, and the stag lies down, indicating that you will spend this day here.

The team relaxed a little, and saw the green snake approaching the bison. The mountain frog hurriedly let go of the ox's tail and jumped to the buck in a few steps.

The green snake rolled its eyes with a humanized roll, climbed onto the back of the bison, hovered its body to nourish the spirit, and the wild wolf, boar, and the fragrant deer also lie down in a comfortable position.

Everyone lay down, and the bucks whispered: "You can speak, but you keep it a little, don't make a loud noise!"

The other creatures kept rushing for more than a day, but at this time there was no desire to speak. The black and gray wolf asked, "Master, we saw that the mountain was half missing last night. Was it a cultivator fighting? I saw that the master was careful when we were bypassing us, and he went around for another two more hours!"

The buck shook his head and replied, "If I guess correctly, I should be mining open-pit! I have to avoid the monks who have to use such a mountain for a long time if they want to dig up such a mountain for countless years. Most of the monks are using the methods of monks, or there are monks in that camp, so they have to avoid them carefully!"

The green snake plated on the cow's back sighed softly: "It is the monk who picks the spiritual objects of heaven and earth and refines them for his own use!"

The Bucks then sighed: "Yes!"

The wild boar over there hummed and said, "Humans are born intact, and they are the most beautiful and powerful. We monsters cannot even envy you!"

The Buck replied: "I think it's because monsters are difficult to learn words. Humans have endless inheritance of their writing. Over the past tens of millions of years, the talents have become more and more intelligent. After obtaining records of books, the inheritance is not only not easy to be cut off, but can be added from generation to generation, becoming more and more spicy! We monsters have not been able to succeed. Since ancient times, the bloodline of the heavenly demons has gradually become thinner, and their abilities are probably becoming more and more loose!"

The black gray wolf sighed: "It's not our fault for not being able to do anything. When I read that word, I really shine. I want to sleep when I can't read it for a long time."

The wild boar replied to it, "Except for the master who has this ability, which one of us is not like this? We have to become a demon, and we have to become a demon, and we will be able to read quickly."

Another voice came from the stag's left ear: "We are weird, and learning characters is more spicy than your demon clan. But the monsters are different and different, so we can learn characters and pass on them no matter how much!"

The buck shouted, "If you want to speak, come out, and say it inside, it hurts my eardrums!"

The inside immediately stopped, willing to not speak or come out.

After a few days of traveling, I saw the human race prospering and each had its own feelings. The atmosphere was not good, and the few outside stopped talking. After a break, the mountain frog beside the stag said again: "Master, we have been running for five days. The King of Water Filling should know that we are running away. He dare not chase him out, but he will try to harm our lives?"

The stag shook its deer's head and replied, "No!"

Hearing it said so surely, the wolf, wild boar, green snake, and wild buffalo all looked over, and the tart slowly said, "I made an appointment with the fox demon Tianxiang at Lingtao Peak. She should go to Jingping Mountain to find me to learn calligraphy!"

It didn't know what the fox demon had to learn the characters in Jingping Mountain and the water king did not use other methods. When he saw the buck not talking much, the pig demon spoke again, and the topic immediately left.

"That fox charming boy is really a heart-warming person. I wish I could be willing to die for the tiger-eating king!"

It was so forgetful that it spitted, and the mountain frog rushed to stop it: "Old plague, please whisper softly!"

The wild boar rolled his eyes and replied, "So far from below, if you are a little louder, how could you hear me?"

The buck said, "Biyan said it right, Lao Ping, you are careless, we don't want to die here!"

"No! Obey the order of the master!"

The pig demon answered lazily and no longer had the interest in speaking. The pig's head hung to the ground and closed his eyes to sleep.

Then he became silent again, and he slept until dark. There were no pedestrians coming and going on the canyon road below. Only a few of them walked over and walked along the mountains, avoiding the open land and small town from afar.

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In front of the cave gate of Jingping Mountain.

Tianxiang looked at Fushuiyi and gritted her teeth and asked again: "Hao Lu Yao Baibao really escaped?"

Before, the deer demon fled with the hill spirit, and then he earned more than half of his annual income. Fushuiyi was even more irritable than her: "I really escaped, I can't lie to you! If I can catch him back, I will definitely cut off his limbs first, cut his tongue, and castrate him!

The fox demon also stomped his feet and scolded: "Damn Lu'er, I'm so proud of my mother, and I ran away after just a few days of teaching?"

But he learned to think of Mrs. Xiwang and called himself "my mother".

After being angry for a long time, the fox demon became more and more unwilling to accept it as he thought about it. He shouted to the sky: "Old ancestor, Bai Lu'er has escaped!"

After a break, there was indeed a slight sound in the sky: "I escaped, but I died, it was just because he was very brave. If he could really escape to the Holy Ape Mountain, it would be a good thing. Zhang Yifu had made every plan and did not dare to go in. He would not sleep well after that. It is worth it! Pangolins don't care about it!"

Funshuiyi's face was corrupt, but no matter how angry he was, he could only be timid and did not dare to disobey him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!