Li Haoran put down his hand, which made Qiu Yazi very surprised, feeling that he couldn't go or fight, and he couldn't speak for a while.
"Let your master come to see me, I'm tired of waiting, and my patience is limited."
Li Haoran's tone was still so light, but it stopped in Qiu Yazi's ears, but there was an irresistible pressure.
Qiu Yazi stared at Li Haoran with some embarrassment for a while, then turned around and walked quickly into the small door leading to the backyard.
As soon as he left, several of his inner disciples were even more embarrassed, and a few of them were gearing up, wanting to teach the guy in front of him who dared to trespass on the mountain gate, but the result was ......
His master Qiu Yazi was actually defeated by one move, and ran away directly, without giving them any care, these inner disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
I had to stand still stupidly.
Li Haoran didn't look at them at all, continued to open the Taoist scriptures, and looked at them.
After a cup of tea, Qiu Yazi came back, this time not only by himself, but with three Taoist priests.
Several of Qiu Yazi's inner disciples were shocked on the spot when they saw the four of them coming in together.
These four people, including Qiu Yazi, are the four disciples of the Peach Blossom Mountain Sect, either the prison or the abbot, and the four of them are all quasi-heavenly masters.
Unexpectedly, for an uninvited guest, the four powerhouses of Peach Blossom Mountain were all dispatched together.
However, more than they imagined was yet to come: After the four of them entered the door, they immediately stood in a row, and a passage was made in the middle, and an old man in a gray robe walked over slowly.
"Master Teacher!"
"Master!"
Everyone screamed in surprise.
They knew that the mana of the master was only one step away from the realm of earth immortals, and it had recently coincided with troubled times, so they simply closed their doors and closed their doors to practice in retreat in the mountains.
Even these inner disciples hadn't seen this old man for a long time.
I didn't expect to get out of the customs for the person in front of me who rushed into the mountain.
What they didn't know was that after Qiu Yazi lost to Li Haoran in one move, he immediately understood the gap between himself and him, and seeing that he insisted on seeing the master, there was no way.
Qiu Yazi knew in his heart that if the sect leader didn't come forward in this matter, the four disciples of them would go together, and they would not be the opponent of this person, so they had no choice but to go to the mountain peak of the retreat to report to the sect master.
After hearing about it, the head of the sect also felt that this matter was strange, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he summoned the four major disciples to come over together.
"The poor road is called mountains and rivers, don't you take the position of the head of the Peach Blossom Mountain, just listen to the disciple talk about it, you want to see the poor road, I don't know what?"
In this era, the New Culture Movement is over, and ordinary people basically speak in the vernacular, but the real people of Shanhe came from the Qing Dynasty before, and they don't have much contact with people, and they still speak a bit like the taste of the past.
Li Haoran's gaze withdrew from the Taoist scripture, fell on Shanhe Zhenren, and said, "How many generations have you been the true monarch of the purple robe?"
” Shanhe Zhenren was stunned, and instinctively glanced at the statues of the gods enshrined around him, and the middle one was the purple-robed Zhenjun, that is, the first generation of patriarchs of the Peach Blossom Mountain.
"The thirteenth generation of the purple-robed true monarch of the poor road."
"Thirteen generations, it's not a lot."
Li Haoran looked at the statue of the purple-robed true monarch and said, "Your idol is not right, the purple robe is not so dignified, he is a sable spirit, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and describes obscene ......."
As soon as these words came out, everyone changed color.
Shanhe Zhenren has excellent cultivation, hearing him insult his patriarch like this, he couldn't help it, spread out a hand, the purple qi in the palm flowed, it was the crape myrtle Tianhuo summoned by the talisman, as if born out of thin air, this hand can be regarded as his mastery.
Li Haoran glanced at his palm, shook his head and said: "It's really not as good as a generation, the purple robe was an extreme spirit immortal back then, and his heirs from the next generation are not even earth immortals......"
Shanhe Zhenren said angrily: "Respect can deceive me, dare to deceive my ancestors, and mountain people dare to be angry!"
” raised his palm at the moment and slapped it at Li Haoran.
Li Haoran gently raised a hand and wiped it horizontally in the air, and the spiritual power seemed to be born out of thin air, forming an enchantment.
The palm of the mountain and river real person hit it, and the purple gas flame overflowed, and even the disciples behind him were moved by the aftermath, and when they looked at it, Li Haoran did not move at all, and the enchantment in front of him was also immobile under the scorching fire of Ziwei Tianhuo.
This scene deeply shocked the real people of Shanhe.
"Don't you know the true body of the purple-robed true monarch?"
Li Haoran was also a little surprised, and then asked.
"You......
You insult ......"
"The heart moves at will, the purple qi comes from the east, if it is constant in the spell, broken in the technique, sinking in the talisman, starting from the mountain, there may not be more than enough, it will come out of the less yang and not in the less yin......"
Li Haoran read this, stopped, and looked at the mountains and rivers.
When Shanhe Zhenren heard this passage he read, he immediately opened his mouth, and the four disciples behind him also opened their mouths.
"You......
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How do you know my Peach Blossom Mountain Inner Door Heart Formula, who are you?
The mountain and river people asked eatingly.
"I used to preach at the foot of Donghua Mountain, Sable listened to my preaching for three years, and had an epiphany.
Your jade purple ring, the treasure of Peach Blossom Mountain, was also given to him by me, I am your ancestor, see me today, and still don't pay homage?
” Shanhe Zhenren looked at him stupidly, his lips trembling: "You are ......"
Li Haoran raised his left hand and made a few strokes in the air, and green qi sprayed from his fingertips, forming the shape of a bull's head above his head, and the aura was high, like a divine light.
"Are you......
Green Bull Patriarch!
The mountain and river people cried out, "Impossible, impossible!"
The Green Ox Patriarch was a man thousands of years ago......"
Li Haoran raised his hand like a flower, and with a flick of his middle finger, the bull's head turned by green qi above his head suddenly let out a long roar.
Including Shanhe Zhenren, everyone felt trembling, their knees weakened, and they all knelt in front of Li Haoran one by one.
Only then did Shanhe Zhenren know that it couldn't be faked, and the other party was really the Qingniu Patriarch......
Purple Robe Zhenjun, the founder of Peach Blossom Mountain, was only one of the several disciples of Qingniu Patriarch back then, and he was not the most outstanding one.
In the words of a hundred years later, it is only qualified to carry shoes for the ancestor of the green cow.
Shanhe Zhenren cried excitedly, his head hit the ground, and he fell at Li Haoran's feet.
"I don't know that the ancestor is coming, and the disciple will die......"
Li Haoran's face was still unshocked, and he said, "Take me to your cultivation center." ” Located on the highest peak of Peach Blossom Mountain, Shanhe Zhenren's Retreat is not an ordinary secret room, but a small pavilion ventilated on all sides, built on the top of a cliff, from where you can overlook the panoramic view of Peach Blossom Mountain, and the feng shui direction is in full view.
(Yesterday's third update, it was late)