"Red Dragon?"

Bai Qi and Yingji looked at each other and then went out together.

Zheng!!

A sword roar.

The sword box dedicated to the ancestral hall opened and a three-foot bronze sword flew out.

The bronze sword body penetrated dark red blood, and the murderous aura was suffocating, and it automatically hanged beside Bai Qi.

This is You Xi’s sword, who has followed Bai Qi for many years, drinking countless blood, and has incredible spiritual power.

The two walked out the door.

The gray sky is dyed red at this moment.

A winding dragon broke through the air.

"What a strong momentum!"

Bai Qi's pupils shrank, and this man's aura was even stronger than all the masters he had ever seen.

It's like a mountain that makes people look up to.

At this time, the red dragon swooped down.

"Where is the holy place?"

Bai Qi held the hilt of the sword, and the true energy of the red dragon in his chest was swelling.

The sword emits a red light, with a murderous aura, and the light and murderous aura formed dozens of swords, guns, swords and halberds.

"die!"

Swords and spears shot at the giant dragon in the air.

At this time, a Taoist in white appeared on the red back.

The Taoist face is like white jade, eyes are like stars, and his hair is casually dispersed behind him, and his demeanor is as elegant as an immortal.

The moment he saw this person, Bai Qi exclaimed: "Master Guigu? Be careful!"

At this moment, swords, spears, swords and halberds have arrived next to Song Lin.

Song Lin waved his sleeves lightly, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds disappeared.

"What a strong true energy!" Bai Qi said in surprise.

Song Lin fell to the two of them.

"What are you?" Song Lin looked at the two strangers.

"The disciple is Bai Qi, the third generation Taoist lord."

"The disciple is the Taoist Yingji!"

"Bai Qi? Yingji?" Song Lin was slightly stunned, and then summoned a catalog of monsters in front of the two of them.

The two people on the other side couldn't see this thing.

Cause and effect have increased to 45%.

If you guess correctly, it should be the credit of these two people.

“Have done a good job over the years.”

"Master, do you know our deeds?"

Yingji was shocked and suspicious. The ancestor who had disappeared for nearly a hundred years suddenly appeared and knew their deeds. What an honor.

"certainly."

Song Lin walked into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall table holds the treasure seal of Taoist scriptures. At the top is your own portrait, and below the portrait is the ranking of Taoists.

The first generation of Taoist advocates Zhang Bokao, Bai Xuan, Sun Dang and other Taoist priests, and further down were Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Boling and Pang Juan.

"How did Zhang Yi and the others die?"

"Master was overworked and injured his vitality. He was 85 years old..." Bai Qi said.

"Where is Su Qin?"

"Assassinated by people from the Yin and Yang family."

"Sun Boling?"

"Uncle Sun led his men to encircle and suppress the Yin-Yang family, killed twenty enemies, killed the prince of Qi, and died in exhaustion."

Looking at the tablets in front of him, Song Lin felt a little heavy.

Most of these people died because of themselves!

The hatred between Yin and Yang Family and Fang Xiandao cannot be washed away by the water from all over the world.

Bai Qi said again: "During the Battle of Changping, the people of the Yin and Yang family came out in full bloom, hiding among the soldiers of Zhao State, trying to get away with it, so I would just kill them all."

After that, the Yin and Yang family completely disappeared, and it was unknown whether it was destroyed or hidden.

After Song Lin learned about it, he realized that he had actually changed a lot of things.

Some people died early, while others died very late.

Although the historical process is similar, there are great differences in time.

"By the way, who is the second generation Taoist lord?"

"It's Master An Qi, Ying Ji's master. After two years of being Master An, he traveled around the countries." Bai Qi was a little embarrassed.

"Well, Ying Zichu's son has a man named Zheng. You can send him here in a few days."

"My grandson? What advice do you have for the ancestor?" Ying Ji said strangely. The ancestor not only remembered him, but even his grandson knew about it.

"This son is extremely talented, and I plan to accept it as a personal disciple."

"Thank you, Master." Ying Ji was overjoyed and bowed.

Day 3.

Yunmeng Mountain.

An eight-year-old boy was taken up the mountain.

"A disciple Ying Zheng pays homage to Master!"

Ying Zheng, who was not valued at first, could not even remember his name. After being recognized by the ancestor Guigu, his status rose sharply.

Looking at the little boy pretending to be mature in front of him, Song Lin smiled slightly and said, "Get up, are you hungry? Yingji, take him down to have a meal."

When Ying Zheng became a disciple, the cause and effect directly increased to 60%.

"Don't reveal my return."

Song Lin instructed everyone and then took Ying Zheng to ascend to the dragon.

"I'm not as good as the ancestor!" Bai Qi looked at Song Lin's cool back and knew that he was too different.

There are also differences between innate Qi training men.

In the sky, the wind blew the clothes and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.

"Wow!" Ying Zheng seemed very scared. After all, he was a child's character and quickly cheered excitedly, "I will ride the dragon in the future!"

Song Lin stood in the position of the dragon head, closing his eyes and pondering deeply.

He planned to train Ying Zheng for several years, and then return to the real world to practice, and come in every few days to see the situation.

There is no saying in this world that true qi is cultivated, just cultivation of true qi.

Now Song Lin has been practicing Taoism for two hundred years, and there is no way to rise. Staying here is not a big deal. Now he can only practice his alchemy skills boredly.

But you can't learn too much.

You can learn it here at will. The real world is limited in time and you are greedy for nothing, which means you are not good at anything.

In just a few months, it was good to practice a few spells.

After that, Song Lin took Ying Zheng to travel to various countries, witnessed the customs and customs of various countries, and occasionally tested Ying Zheng's opinions.

I have to say that this son is talented and understands many things at a glance, and he is particularly fond of the domineering learning left by Shang Yang.

Rule the world with punishment, power and violence; conquer externally and establish an order to serve the king internally.

"Ordinary power is to rely on merit, and you will not bend your armor." Ten-year-old Ying Zheng's eyes shining, "A domineering country is like a tiger and wolf, and even for generations, it will not be defeated by foreign enemies! Master, since you have such a theory, why did you teach your disciples, the King of Dao and Emperor of Dao before?"

"Yes, it's impossible to be defeated by foreign enemies." Song Lin looked strange and did not answer Ying Zheng's words, "It's almost done, you should rest and play."

After all, it was a child who immediately threw away the question just now when he heard about playing.

"Master, I'm going to go fishing. I heard that there are arbors stocked by Jiang Ziya nearby!"

"Go, come back before evening."
To be continued...