The little fellow's face was pale, and when he found Qi Wuhuo had also come here, he became even paler, and his body was trembling slightly. A woman from the Feather Clan, with a slender figure and elegant temperament, seemed a little at a loss at the moment, and said: "This, the Eighth Young Master... I, this child..."

Human head and snake body.

They had just washed and changed the child's clothes, but for some reason, after the shackles on her feet were removed and she came into contact with water, she turned into a snake tail. They had never seen such a monster before. Even the hybrids of monsters and humans mostly only had the characteristics of both parents, such as people with dragon horns, or scales on certain parts of their bodies.

This kind of person is half human and half non-human, but is not a mixed race.

The young Taoist's eyes narrowed slightly.

The ancient history taught by the Taoist Master Qingyu and the Holy Mother Taiyuan played a role.

In the second calamity period, Queen Nuwa created humans.

The first catastrophe was the era of innate sacredness. Humans were just one kind of living creatures, but they were different from ordinary holy spirits. In the earliest times, gods were like human heads and snake bodies, or other images. Queen Nuwa created them by combining the characteristics of innate gods. Although they did not have strong physical bodies, they were innate with minds and spirits, and that was humans.

It was just the Second Tribulation Era, an era of turbulence, grandeur, yet filled with fighting and chaos.

The innate immortals and gods fought and killed each other, and acted ruthlessly and decisively for their own paths, and Queen Nuwa died.

The Great Emperor Fuxi also died three thousand years later.

The title of Emperor of Heaven was inherited by Emperor Gou Chen.

In order to achieve the foundation of his Tao, he became one of the Four Imperial Guardians.

The ancient god Taiyi died, and his descendants, who inherited the traditions of bronze, sacred trees, and witchcraft, died out immediately.

The Emperor of Ziwei of the North Pole fought with Dou Mu Yuanjun for the stars, and was invincible across the sky.

Haotian was born, and together with the North Pole Ziwei Emperor and the South Pole Changsheng Emperor, he suppressed that chaotic era. So in the young Taoist's current understanding, he possesses the characteristics of both [human] and [all spirits], but they are not a mixture of blood. They are clearly the characteristics of innate creatures.

The young Taoist's thought was just a flash, and the little guy's face turned extremely pale. He hugged his tail and trembled slightly.

Qi Wuhuo squatted down slightly and reached out his hand to comfort her, but just as he stretched out his hand, the little girl instinctively shrank back, and then stopped, gritting her teeth, her body stiff and straight, ready to endure something. Qi Wuhuo paused, he could already guess what her past was like, there was pity in his eyes.

"Is this your scale armor? Very beautiful."

"Don't be afraid."

The young Taoist has a gentle voice.

The slightly trembling child looked at Qi Wuhuo, finally mustered up the courage, and said carefully:

"You... won't sell me out?"

Then he added quietly: "Master."

The uneasiness in these two words, as well as the hidden flattery under the hardships of life, are like a dagger. The young Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, still with that warm smile on his face, and said softly: "Of course not."

"I don't call you Master either, my name is Qi Wuhuo."

"You can call me Wuhuo, or like Wonton, call me Aqi."

The little peacock stood on the young Taoist's shoulder and looked at this strange person curiously. The latter's eyes were still alert and fearful, and he did not believe Qi Wuhuo's words. Qi Wuhuo asked: "What's your name?"

The little guy said quickly and quietly: "My name used to be Little Pengcao."

"Master, you can give me a new name in the future."

"You, you won't sell me out, will you?"

"Well, can I change out of these clothes? Just wear my original clothes!"

Little Pengcao widened her eyes and pulled at the brocade clothes on her body. The clothes, which looked very clean and gorgeous, made her feel uneasy and afraid. The young Taoist looked at her, with the Buddhist beads on his right wrist hanging down and resting on his palm. He could read the panic and fear in her heart.

It seemed that every time she was thrown clean clothes and asked to change into them, they would be sold.

The young Taoist said softly, "Yes."

Little Pengcao quickly ran to the garbage on the side to find her clothes, the kind of clothes that were tattered and dirty, but gave her a sense of security. Then she ran to a corner where no one could see her to change them. She tried hard to turn her snake tail into human legs, and ran to Qi Wuhuo with a pair of bare feet, holding tightly to the man who saved her life.

She seemed to be only eight years old, about the same age as Qi Wuhuo when he was fleeing.

There are many kinds of suffering in the world, and most of them are unfortunate people.

Su You came upon hearing the news, but he just crossed his arms, sighed with a smile, and said, "It seems to be the style of the Eighth Great Sage. Otherwise, how could he, who is not a Great Sage, leave this name because of his many friends?"

Qi Wuhuo stayed here for a short time. The little Pengcao still couldn't completely let go of his vigilance, fear, and a little cunning that would immediately jump out of the window to escape if he was sold, but things were slowly improving. Qi Wuhuo was a zither player, and he played the zither in this Qinyin Pavilion to hide his identity.

The white-haired senior apologized for this, but it was because it was a great saint's ritual and was bound to be strict.

If we force people in, we might cause unnecessary trouble. We need to take it slow. It's okay for the young Taoist to do that.

The piano behind me cannot move.

There is a famous zither in the Qinyin Pavilion called the [Tianhe River Su], which originally no one could play, but the young Taoist can play it easily. Although it is a zither for tempering the mind, it can be used for music, and the sound of the zither and the energy of the sword are both external appearances. My Taoist heart remains unchanged, and only the Tao is subtle.

Su You watched as the young Taoist changed out of his Taoist robe and put on brocade clothes like a nobleman, and also replaced his Taoist hairpin with a jade crown.

With a jade belt around her waist and a jade pendant hanging from it, her features were clear and bright. Su You suddenly smiled playfully and called out, "Little Pengcao, go get me a cinnabar pen."

The little puff grass glanced at the young Taoist, then obediently went to get the pen, holding the small porcelain plate with cinnabar in both hands, slightly bent her body, and instinctively wanted to kneel down, but the young Taoist held her arm with one hand and pulled her up. The young Taoist lowered his eyes and said gently: "Don't do this, your knees can't be bent easily, little puff grass, do you understand?"

The little guy was puzzled.

Su You smiled, picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and dotted the young Taoist's forehead.

Thus, the clear and bright aura of Taoism faded a lot, and there was a hint of the handsomeness and unrestrainedness of a nobleman, with two strands of black hair hanging down at his temples, a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and a jade zither with tassels on his back. The women of various tribes around him all looked at him with a smile, saying that this little boy was handsome. The young Taoist's eyes were peaceful and tranquil, and he was not moved. After all, he had that kind of bright and clear Taoist aura.

Su You sighed: "The eyes are the door to the soul. Your Taoist Qi is too strong. You'd better close your eyes."

The young man thought about it, closed his eyes, and became like a blind musician.

"It's a bit disrespectful to ask you to be the zither player."

"No problem."

The young Taoist replied in a calm voice, "I can play the zither for the elders of the Taoist sect, and for the mountains and rivers. It doesn't matter if there are spirits and monsters in front of me, or if it's the mortal world in the market. Whoever is listening to the music, how can it affect my music? All external appearances are empty."

“Don’t take it lightly, don’t take it too seriously.”

“I am me.”

Su You clapped his hands in admiration, his eyes sparkling with divine light, and said with a smile: "What a great I am myself, what a great unparalleled mind, that eighth great saint who is a great hero in the world actually knows a true practitioner of Taoism. However, given the character of the legendary man, it is normal for him to make many friends and know you."

"Then, future True Lord, please play the piano. It is a blessing for us to be able to listen to you play the piano."

This is just a joke.

Anyone who has cultivated to the point of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head is already an unparalleled talent. No matter what they say, they are all extremely proud in their hearts. Otherwise, they would have already perished in the difficulties of cultivation. Su You placed the folding fan against the young Taoist's brow, his voice soft and hazy, and he smiled slightly:

"Well then, I will accept the first time of the future Master."

The young Taoist replied in a gentle voice, neither hurried nor slow:

"Well, this is the first time I play the piano for everyone."

"I'll give it to Sister You."

The fox fairy was slightly startled. The young man had already walked past her. He was carrying a jade zither on his back. His temples were slightly drooping and his brows were clear. He was calm and composed, without any gloom on his face. The fox fairy's heart paused for a moment, then he laughed, and then opened his folding fan to cover his face.

A young man without any gloom always makes people's heart move.

The young Taoist priest was playing the zither in the Qinyin Pavilion that day.

When you play the piano, the lingering sound will continue.

It was as if the forest waves from the mountains were sweeping over.

But it is also grand and upright, vast and thick.

All the monsters stopped chatting and listened attentively. They were all shocked and captured their minds.

As the sound of the zither reached a deep pitch, it suddenly changed into a clanging sound of murder. The monsters that were listening to the zither had been calm before, but now they were aroused by the sound, and their blood was trembling. The cups in their hands all shattered. Those who were not well-cultivated in mind and character had red faces and ears, and some even felt the murderous aura in their chests and almost vomited blood.

But he still stood up, followed the breath and whistled, praising: "Great!!!"

"Great piano music!!!"

On this day, the "reward money" left by those who listened to the piano in Qinyin Pavilion was seven times more than before.

On the second day, many people came to visit.

Day 3.

His name has spread throughout the city, and the sound of his piano can be heard lingering in the air for three days.

…

However, it turned out that the people from the Mingzhen Dao League were met by the Dao Sect's young master, Cui Yuanzhen, the exiled immortal of the Cui family. On the one hand, he wanted to pick up everyone, and on the other hand, he wanted to guide everyone to [borrow water] to save people and get through this important time of spring planting. Many cultivators used their own methods to intercept half of the river's water and borrow the Seal of the Water God.

But what we saw along the way was that Jinzhou had already passed the initial drought.

Although it still cannot be compared with the former prosperity of Jinzhou, crops can be seen growing and some green can be seen. Water now flows in the originally dry river. Many cultivators are surprised at such changes, but are also happy. After asking, they find out that there was a heavy rain some time ago.

"Could it be that the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning and the Gods of Clouds and Rain in the sky are actually helping the human world solve its problems?"

"But the Heavenly Court has ordered us not to get involved in any affairs of the human world."

Everyone was confused.

The exiled immortal lowered her eyes slightly, but she knew that the Heavenly Court would not do such a thing, unless someone asked the immortals to take action. Who could it be? She seemed to be thinking about something, but for some reason, she thought of that name.

Some cultivators went to guide the water veins they brought into the river and asked questions.

Master Deshen laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Cui, have you ever thought of who could have done this?"

The exiled immortal said calmly, "Perhaps it is the Taoist Master Qi from Fangcun Mountain."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Are you saying that he also entered Jinzhou?"

"Maybe it will be him."

"But with the means of Master Qi, it is not impossible for him to do such a thing..."

They looked at the three real people in their group, and they all restrained their bodies and spirits. The latter shook his head and said:

"We can call the wind and rain, but this is not the way to make it rain in heaven."

"It's not something that can be done at the level of a real person."

"Maybe it's some great senior."

Everyone hid their appearance and carefully headed for the border city of the demon tribe, but they found that there were more and more demon tribe warriors patrolling. They fought several times along the way. They were worried that their group might be exposed. When they grabbed a demon tribe member's "ear", the big monk raised his hand and slapped him twice, asking: "How did you know about us?!"

The demon warrior also has innate Qi, so how could he be a match for this team that includes three real people?

But he was also extremely angry and cursed loudly:

"You two are really in the same group!"

"Tell me, what is your purpose in entering my border!!!"

"In the same group?"

Master De Shen was puzzled, and the demon general was cursing angrily. Everyone also knew what had happened before. A Taoist from the human race stepped into the border city of the demon race, and then single-handedly defeated the elite generals at the border and killed a big demon who was approaching the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.

He even fought against General Tengshe and was undefeated.

Retreat calmly.

The Taoist Immortal Peak Master's expression was moved: "This is, an immortal has taken action!"

"Could it be my sect's founder?!"

"Hahaha, Senior Dao Zong is indeed very powerful and his reputation is well-deserved!"

Everyone was excited and encouraged, and they all felt more confident about this trip. They all looked proud and admired the bearing and demeanor of Senior Dao Zong. This change in atmosphere made the demon general's eyes tear up, and he said angrily: "Sure enough, you are all in this together!"

"Are you also from the Fangcun Mountain Sect?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Cui Yuanzhen's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "You mean Fangcun Mountain?"

The demon general said angrily: "Still playing dumb!"

"You broke into my city, killed my general, suppressed my troops, and insulted the reputation of the Great Saint of my demon country!"

"Fang Cun Mountain, Qi Wuhuo!!"

Fangcun Mountain, Qi Wuhuo...

There was a dead silence. Master Wu of Lingxiao Tower, Master Faxiang of Longxiang Temple, and Master Dao Zong all looked moved. They looked at themselves who had to hide and secretly go to the Demon Country. Then they thought about the young Taoist who was alone with his sword, moving freely, killing generals, and dealing with demons and immortals with ease. They were fascinated for a moment and remained silent for a long time. They all sighed and said:

"Such demeanor... truly extraordinary demeanor!"

"I'm not as good as you!"

The great monk Deshen put his hands together and said, "The reputation of the real master will surely spread far and wide."

The demon general was furious and said, "Kill me if you dare!"

Before he finished speaking, Master Deshen smashed the monster's head with a stick, and it fell to the ground like a ripe watermelon. Everyone was stunned. Master Deshen put his hands together and said, "I have never heard of such a question, nor such a strange request."

"I am sending you to see the Buddha, not killing you. The Bodhisattva of Dragon and Elephant Power will forgive me."

Taoist Immortal Peak pondered and said, "This place is close to the demon country. I sent Master Lu down the mountain into the demon country. I'm here to pass on the message..." He then took out a magic weapon, used a magic door to transmit the message, and soon received the message from another immortal. He was happy at first, then stunned, and his face looked a little sour.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster..."

Gong Yang Yidong, the Immortal Peak Master, looked pale with fear as he read the message.

[The master heard that there was a beautiful zither player in the Qinyin Pavilion of the Fox Clan, whose zither music was unparalleled and he went to listen to her music today.]

[The ritual has not started yet, don’t rush]

Gong Yangyi couldn't help but think of the legend of this ancestor, except for the part about the unparalleled sword energy, and the corner of his mouth twitched:

"Grandmaster..."

"You, you are confused!!!"

…

"Hahaha, just come over here. I've already told you that the best piano is played here."

"What?! What do you mean by going to sleep with a girl? You are slandering me, great monk. I saw that you were in an unstable state of mind, so I dragged you here to relax. You suppressed the evil in Zhongzhou by yourself, and then planned to find a quiet place to wait for death."

"Do you know how I finally found you?"

In front of the Qinyin Pavilion, a man in gray pulled a big monk and dragged him in. Then he found the seat in the front and said generously: "Come, let your Qin player come out!!!" He was extremely cheerful and heroic.

The fortune teller in gray crossed his legs and looked at the beauties in Qinyin Pavilion.

Happy in my heart.

One hand rested on the crook of the arm, tapping the beat gently.

Stay away from that bad boy who wants to kill me.

He found a great monk who, after absorbing the calamity energy of Zhongzhou, found a deserted place and planned to endure the painful calamity energy and die without affecting other living beings. He also made money by fortune-telling. He was happy.

His happiness lasted until the young man with a jade crown, black hair, a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and a jade zither with tassels on his back appeared.

Hmm? Why does this guy smell familiar?

strangeness?

Do the math!

The fortune teller is telling the fortune.

Then the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Um?!!"