It is easy to avenge one person, but it is very difficult to avenge thousands of people.

It is easy for people to forget some things, especially hatred. It may be completely forgotten within a few hundred years, not to mention that the hatred may not be their own.

Tu Shanjun can always remember it.

What an evil intention this is.

…

"Old patriarch, wait a minute."

The old man seemed a little surprised that someone called him, so he stopped and looked back.

I saw a tall monk wearing a light yellow robe greeting me.

The old man came back and said in surprise: "It turns out to be Da Sikong. Could it be that the emperor has left seclusion?"

Although Da Sikong is the head of Kui, if you take a closer look, he looks more like a dragon-headed beast, more like the legendary Qilin.

The unicorn's head shook.

The old man's eyes suddenly dimmed, but he still held his hands in high spirits and said, "I wonder if Da Sikong is calling me to stop the old man?"

Da Sikong came forward and said, "Did Marshal Chong look for the old patriarch a few days ago?"

The old fox's ears twitched, and he shook his head and said: "No, I have been in Yuzhen Palace these days. If there were no other matters within the clan, I would probably have to disturb you for a while."

Hearing Da Sikong ask this, Tushan Jingchen was surprised and said: "What happened to Marshal Zhong?"

"Something happened."

"Something happened?"

Da Sikong sighed: "He was captured in Yintian, the lower realm."

"ah?!"

Tushan Jingchen's eyes widened.

Then he became confused again, why should he talk about such a big thing?

His old bones are no longer stable enough to carry the great road, and he is not good at fighting. He is afraid that he will be helpless against the holy kings of those powerful clans.

"This...who is so bold..." The old fox narrowed his eyes. There are many people who are not easy to mess with on a cloudy day. Experts from the ten major clans emerge in large numbers. Tens of thousands of clans always have the upper hand in the competition, not to mention the man who controls the Southeast River.

Dongyue, where the three meridians of Sichuan and Sichuan meet, is a section of Mount Tai.

"So you might be a family."

The old fox looked stunned. If Da Sikong in front of him hadn't said something serious, he would have thought that the other party was trying to amuse him, or that he also wanted to use an excuse to take away the last bit of Tu Shan's knowledge.

"With my family?"

"good."

"His name is Tushanjun. In fact, we should call him Zunhun Daojun."

The old fox felt more and more that Da Sikong was amusing him. He remembered the genealogy of the Tushan clan clearly, and there was also a clan member named "Tushanjun", but unfortunately most of them were insignificant, and they were all from earlier years.

With evolution, clan members are now rarely given single-character names, and most are given two-character names.

"Is this what Da Sikong said as a joke? There is no Tao Lord in our clan except me, an old man."

The old fox smiled, but in fact he was already on guard.

As long as there is a Dao Lord in the mortal clan, he will not come to the domain to build the Taiji Heaven. It is because he has not long to live that he has to plan for the future of Tushan.

Becoming a disciple of the ancient emperor may not necessarily lead to becoming a great king, but there is always a chance.

He can't control much of what the future holds.

Da Sikong said seriously: "It is indeed not a joke."

"I came here just to ask the old patriarch to make peace with him. If he was really from Tushan, the old patriarch would have no trouble running around. If he was not from Tushan, if we form a good relationship, Tai Chi Tian will inherit the affection of the old patriarch.

.”

The old fox thought about it and realized that it was a good thing that Niu Hong was captured.

"I'm willing to go out and be a lobbyist."

Da Sikong smiled and nodded: "I will go with the old patriarch."

…

A few more days.

You Niuhong never heard Tu Shanjun say a word again.

In addition to analyzing the elixirs, he was also compiling scriptures.

I kept writing, and a few days passed peacefully. On the contrary, You Niuhong was in chains and didn't know what to do.

Normally, he would concentrate on practicing Qi, but now his cultivation has been blocked.

When a Taoist master suddenly becomes 'idle', he doesn't seem to know what he should do.

He could understand the alchemy formula, but alchemy was a technical job.

On the contrary, he couldn't understand those long scriptures. It wasn't that he couldn't understand them, but that he didn't recognize the words.

"What is this?"

"Literacy Scripture"

"What about this?"

"farming season."

"That?"

"Legislation."

"..."

"Structure diagram of the internal combustion furnace of the two-thousand-foot giant ship."

"..."

Niu Hong was confused for a moment. Is this what Daojun should do?
Chapter completed!