Above Niutou Mountain, watching the cultivation forces in the dragon country sprung up like after the rain, Qin Tian's face was also exposed.

"This is interesting."

"Now the Dragon Palace, the prefectures are all appearing in succession, and the world has gradually become lively. There is really a bit of the feeling of cultivating the immortal world in the legend."

During the talk, Qin Tian remembered the three gods that the system rewarded him not long ago.

When the mind moved, the seal of the three pieces of light appeared in front of him.

There are 10,000 acres of good fields on the left.

A mountain forest is towering in the middle, which is the method of printed by the gods of mountains.

One piece of microwave on the right side is to print for the river god law.

"It's time to find the right master for those three gods, and it is a waste to stay in your hand."

"This is the candidate to consider it well."

Although these three gods are only the lowest in the entire door system, if it is placed in today's world, it will definitely make countless practitioners grabbing their heads.

However, this time Qin Tian did not intend to give these three gods to any practitioner.

Just when he was considering it again and again, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shook.

When he opened the phone screen, a news push appeared in front of him.

At a glance, his expression changed.

Because the news titles in front of me suddenly wrote that Academician Ruan Long, the Dragon State Academy of Agricultural Sciences, died.

"Lao Ruan died? When is this?"

If the death of others, Qin Tian would not be so shocked, but the status of Academician Ruan in the entire Dragon Kingdom was too high.

As a food expert, Master Ruan can be called a god of farmers. A series of improved crops he developed to support countless people.

Such merit, if it was placed in ancient times, the temple building monument was not enough to show his achievements.

If the Essean Ting really exists, Ruan Lao is enough to be sealed by the city before his life.

In order to avoid the irresponsible media, Qin Tian hurriedly verified on the Internet.

After some inquiries, a large amount of relevant information and netizens' mournings of Ruan Lao appeared in front of him.

After confirming that this time it was true, Qin Tian's mood suddenly became extremely complicated.

"Hey, unfortunately Ruan is old and can't step into practice."

"His leaving, it can be described as a big loss to my Dragon Kingdom."

As soon as this sentence was finished, he seemed to think of something again, his eyes suddenly changed.

The next second of the land seal of the land appeared in his palm.

Looking at the magic method of the land that is constantly glowing, a smile appeared on his face.

"Maybe let Ruan Lao stay on this land he loves and guards forever."

As soon as his mind moved, Qin Tian's figure had disappeared to Niutou Mountain.

At the same time, an emperor, which is thousands of kilometers away, is also holding a special farewell ceremony at this moment.

At the memorial service, countless people from all walks of life gathered here. Some of them were workers, some were farmers, and some were students.

Some are locals in the emperor, and some have rushed from thousands of kilometers away.

Perhaps they have different identities and different situations, but at this moment their purpose is the same, that is, to come here to send Ruan Lao's last journey.

Facing Ruan Lao's Lingya, everyone present was solemnly forward, and after bowing and expressing his respect, he left a bouquet of golden rice ears from different regions in the country in front of Lingyu.

At the same time, I also expressed my memory while I am sorrowful.

However, where everyone could not see, the ecstasy messenger wearing a black robe watched the old white -haired old man wearing a white short sleeve in front of him.

If it is an unusual dead soul, they are afraid to put on the shackles without saying a word now, and then take it directly to the Ghost Gate.

But when facing the old man in front of them, they dare not even say more.

It's not scared, but the respect from the heart makes them dare not make a change.

The old man seemed to see the embarrassment of two ecstasy messengers, and immediately smiled:

"The two of you just take me to the soul messenger of the prefecture."

"The old man I know you, you don't have to embarrass, the old man I see the prosperous world today, there is no regret."

"Even if I am gone, more people will guard this hot land. I am prosperous and prosperous.

After hearing the old man's words, the two soul messengers bowed deeply towards the old man after looking at each other.

"Ruan Lao Gaojie, I will wait for Ruan Lao to go to Mingfu."

"Lao Ruan, please!"

As soon as the words fell, the two ecstasy messengers had to take the old man to Ghost Gate.

At this time, the people who were commemorating the scene seemed to be induced, and they shouted on the spot.

"Lao Ruan, you go well."

"Lao Ruan, we will always remember you."

...

Hearing the shouting of everyone, the old man smiled again.

And when he was about to follow the two soul messengers to the Ghost Gate, there was a red mang galloping from the distance.

With the emergence of Chimang, the eyes of everyone present were attracted to the past.

The practitioners recognized this red mang at a glance.

"It's Ling Xiaodao, Ling Xiaodao is here."

"Is he also here to send off for Ruan Lao?"

"It should be, Ling Xiao Dao Gui came to send off for Ruan Lao for the fairy.

...

Just when everyone talked, Chiman finally stopped above the memorial service site, and Qin Tian's figure also appeared.

Seeing Qin Tian's figure, everyone below greeted hello.

It was just that everyone did not expect that Qin Tian flew directly below after the sky stopped in the sky for a while.

Everyone thought he came to admire Ruan Lao's legacy, but his next move was to make everyone a little aggressive.

I saw that he landed straight on a open space, and then bowed towards the air.

When everyone figured out what he was doing, Qin Tian suddenly spoke.

"Today, I feel the merit of Ruan Lao, and the poor way is the poverty -stricken way to seal the throne of Ruan Lao, and enjoy the incense of the people."

After that, a flickering law -seal appeared in the hands of Qin Tian.

At the beginning, the light on the law was still like rice grains.

However, over time, the area covered by the light of French India also becomes larger and larger.

In the case of stunning countless onlookers, a piece of rice fields suddenly shrouded the entire venue.

At the same time, a white -haired old man also appeared out of thin air.

"Today's fate of the Xianting Ting, the register of Ruan Long's land god, is the fairy court of the Eight Pin Ford ..."

With the sound of Qin Tian's voice, Fa Yin was instantly incorporated into the old man's body.
Chapter completed!