In the Yinglong stage, the invited officials and nobles had arrived one after another, and even most of the people in the martial arts world came. Unlike the ministers in the court, many young disciples who were walking with their elders were so surprised that they couldn't stop coming to ear when facing this magnificent scene, and many people in the capital rolled their eyes. It was not until the elders glared at them that they restrained themselves. Most of the elders frowned, probably with some abacus in their hearts.

"This is the appearance of sentient beings." Xiao Haochen, who had been sleeping enough, put his hands in his sleeves and looked down with a smile.

"Counselor Xiao doesn't look at the photos on the mountain?" Mo Wendong, who had several steps under him, stood upright.

"Of course it's not my turn to see you as a mortal." Xiao Haochen smiled confidently.

Mo Wendong turned his head slightly, "What is the head teacher looking at?"

Xiao Haochen answered a little funny: "Of course it's an immortal."

"President Xiao." A middle-aged gray-shirt Taoist with a gentle face recognized him and came forward to salute him.

"It's Elder Zhao. I have always heard that Shushan is practicing immortal skills, just to enter the world to subdue monsters. How could I come to the capital to wading this muddy water?" Xiao Haochen yawned.

Daoren Zhao pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "The world is bright and bright above the rivers and lakes, and there is no evil. I am free to be in the mountains, but I really can't bear to see the descent of Shu Mountain. Fortunately, the saints and wise men are invited to come to the capital to pay homage to the gods."

Xiao Haochen nodded, "It's really a good remark."

Dao Ren Zhao had to change the topic, "By the way, Master Xiao, I traveled with you for a thousand miles three years ago and played a game of chess, but we have never seen each other again since you entered the palace. Why not wait until the ceremony, and you and I will make the endgame of that year again?"

Xiao Haochen shook his head, "I don't deserve it."

When Zhao Daoren heard this, he was stunned and laughed: "Where is Nephew Xiao? I have been immersed in chess for many years, but you have been studying Chenwei Tianyi since you were young. When talking about chess skills, you and I are no match for you. Why should you be humble?"

"Elder Zhao, you're afraid you don't understand what I mean." Xiao Haochen's mouth raised slightly, "I mean, you're not worthy."

Daoren Zhao's gentle smile disappeared at this moment.

"You are no longer worthy of my actions. Oh no, don't talk about you, there are not many people who are worthy of my actions." Xiao Haochen looked up at the sky, "So, is it right for me to say this that I am not worthy?"

Fortunately, Dao Ren Zhao is famous for his good temper and did not get angry. "Then, it was Zhao who was disappointed and said goodbye." He wanted to turn around and leave after he finished speaking, but at this moment, a group of golden armored guards surrounded the golden dragon and jade chariots and slowly walked towards this side.

"Your Majesty is here--" The white-browed eunuch on the steps finally waited for this moment and said aloud.

"See Your Majesty!" Everyone in the field hurriedly bowed their heads and shouted loudly, its momentum was like a mountain and a sea.

The emperor on the Holy Driving looked at this scene through the curtain and raised his arms, "You are all you know, and you all from the world, please calm down."

"Our emperor is also black in the Yin Tang, as if there is a bloody disaster." Xiao Haochen looked at the curtain floating in the wind with interest, and suddenly said something came out.

"Nephew Xiao!" Taoist Zhao, who had been ridiculed by Xiao Haochen, hurriedly whispered.

Xiao Haochen lowered his head and glanced at him, and smiled and said, "Elder Zhao, don't be proud. As far as I see, even you are bound to be in danger of blood!"

Taoist Zhao turned his head and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by Xiao Haochen. He waved his hand with a smile, and subconsciously looked into the distance, "Don't look, don't look, even if I am today, I can't escape this outrageous bloody disaster."

Liu Zangfeng, who was first seen by him, finally couldn't help but say angrily: "What do you think today is a bloody disaster!"

"Is there a game under the world? Who can escape from it?" Xiao Haochen looked at Mo Wendong on the side in a faint manner.

Mo Wendong, who was full of serious face, frowned slightly, "President Xiao, please be quiet."

Xiao Haochen shrugged and shook the whisk, "Then it will be quiet."

"The head teacher's heart should be very quiet at this moment." Mo Haochen, who was outside Yinglong Platform, looked at the stage and said quietly.

Qing Yin shook his head and walked inside. But halfway through, he found that Mo Haochen had not followed, so he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Haochen, who was still standing there, smiled and said, "Uncle Master, this similar ritual has been attended a lot in Wudang Mountain, and I am annoyed to participate. Otherwise, I will not go in."

"Don't you always like the scene of this crowd most?" Qing Yin said helplessly: "I don't know who kept shouting to me to take him there at the last Junshan Sword Sacrifice Conference."

"I just feel that it's not time to meet him yet." Mo Haochen said lightly.

Qingyin was stunned, "You mean, that person?"

Mo Haochen nodded, "What's more, I have nothing to do."

Qingyin suddenly felt that Mo Haochen in front of him made him feel a little unfamiliar, but he didn't ask too much, just nodded, "Okay."

Mo Wendong in the stage seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes that had always seemed a little distant also became gentle. He looked up at outside the stage, but found that the location he was looking at was empty.

The Du Huai Palace.

Yan Jingchen was sitting in the room, thinking about the remarks that he would not attend the festival.

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly a tender voice rang.

Yan Jingchen was so scared that he looked out the window, "It's you?"

"It's me, I'm back." Mo Haochen jumped into the house from the branches outside the window, holding his head up and his chest raised.

Yan Jingchen looked at the boy's righteous and upright look and couldn't help laughing, "Tao Master, has something been left behind?"

"Of course it's my senior brother." Mo Haochen stood with his hands behind his back and walked to the edge of the bed.

Yan Jingchen said in confusion: "But he hasn't woken up."

"Then I'll wake him up." Mo Haochen stretched out his finger.

"I have a finger to help him ascend to immortality."

Yan Jingchen was shocked. Ascending to the immortality, it was a death toll from some places. Could this little Taoist boy be the one who was the leader of the sect to kill Murong? But before he could react, the little Taoist boy poked Murong Haoyue's eyebrows with a finger.

"The immortal guides the way!" Mo Haochen shouted.

The atmosphere immediately solidified.

Even Yan Jingchen, who stood up to stop him, stopped there.

"Oh no, I don't seem to be considered an immortal." Mo Haochen swallowed his saliva, "The ancestor is here, I am a little wise man, and I am not shameless, so there is no need to punish me. However, what should I do if a mortal wants to help others ascend to immortality?"

"That's right, that's what you should do!"

"From the bottom to the top, I will push you to the sky!" He spread the force of his finger, turned into palm power, and slapped Murong Haoyue on the butt.

Yan Jingchen laughed out loud.

These Taoist priests are really interesting.
Chapter completed!