In no time,

The empty space and space have begun to produce a trace of "qi" again. It can be seen as the beginning of the qi that has been experienced in chaotic space and space. It is for the first time.

The battle has long since subsided.

As for the Chaos Demon God, all of them have been stripped of their essence by Hongjun and others. However, Hongjun did not pursue it as soon as he said earlier.

"Master." The Three Pure Daozuns appeared in front of Hongjun. They were as extraordinary as ever, and the supreme and immortal aura flowed out directly.

But Hongjun did not speak or respond.

Following Hongjun's gaze, the four masters and apprentices looked at the vast vast world that gradually appeared, thinking about it. The above was the time when the prehistoric world was born in memory.

In the vast world that Pangu manifested,

The sudden appearance of "Hongjun", Yang Mei, Luo, Yin and Yang, Qiankun, and Lu Ya, the former Chaos Demon Gods, no, now it should be said that a new journey has begun for the great gods of the prehistoric world.

Of course, their memories are not what happened just now, but the most formal Pangu opened the sky and broke the earth.

After the years,

Under the silent gaze of several Taoist priests, endless time passed, and the prehistoric world continued to develop.

Starting from the initial ferocious beast catastrophe caused by the remnant soul of the Chaos Demon God, to the dragon and phoenix catastrophe caused by the three innate tribes of dragon, phoenix and qilin, and the Dao Demon battle triggered immediately afterwards, they were always watching silently until the upcoming lich catastrophe...

"Hedao~" Since the first sound of Hedao in the heavens and all worlds sounded, Hongjun said with a hint of emotion: "Well, the matter is over, so I'll go back first."

Hongjun no longer cared about whether the Three Qings will leave. Even if they destroyed the prehistoric time and space, Hongjun would have only one thought to recover, and he was no longer affected by the past.

As his master left, the Sanqing Daozun took a last look at the prehistoric world and dissipated his body.

......

Return to the most familiar time and space,

Hongjun appeared in his Zixiao Palace. He felt a lot of feelings when he took the step. Its color was an ever-changing white jade color. Although there was no light, it was very bright in the gray chaos.

"Xiaomeng!" Hongjun saw Xiaomeng meditating outside Zixiao Palace and shouted, "It's so dangerous, I almost forgot that Zixiao Palace is no longer here, and I can't forget my image."

"Yes, the ancestor!" A trace of green smoke flashed, and Xiaomeng stood tall in front of Hongjun, while her high skirt was always fluttering without wind.

"Well, I have had two boys before. They once had a residence in the side hall of Zixiao Palace. When you want to rest, you can go there." Hongjun raised his hand and pointed to the far right side of the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

Zixiao Palace is not big, but Hongjun can point out the outline of the palace in the distance within the visual range of mortals.

"Yes, the ancestor." Xiaomeng looked over there and lowered her proud head again. She was not much shy, and she was completely extremely respectful.

"Well, come in with me." Hongjun realized that after the disciples of the Three Qing Dynasties returned, the distance between Nuwa and her in the chat group had never been interrupted, and she knew that she would be busy again in a while.

"Yes, the ancestor." Xiaomeng nodded slightly and followed Hongjun. Although the crystal high heels stepped on the ground, they only made circles of ripples of Taoist patterns, but there was no sound. However, from Hongjun's perspective, it was very obvious that "click, click..." sound.

Sweat, Hongjun's steps paused for a moment. It seemed that after the matter was explained, she really needed help Xiaomeng girl modify her clothes.

......

It can be seen that Hongjun approached the gate of the hall.

The tall hall gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened wide, and Xiaomeng also walked in.

As for Hongjun flashing onto the cloud bed, he threw a cushion in front of him. Xiao Meng saw that he put on his skirt and sat down to listen.

"Xiaomeng, do you still practice your three-door mental method of the light and dust, the autumn water of thousands of rivers and the heart of the heart, and the water of the heart?" Hongjun asked in a topical question.

"Well, Xiaomeng only practices the above realm, not his mental method." Xiaomeng did not look up at Hongjun, but her words were very gentle and stable, and there was not much tension.

"I once brought purple air to the east and went west to Hangu Pass, and Zhuangzi had "traveling north and night in the morning" and "Dream butterfly to attain enlightenment". I wonder if you have heard of it?" Hongjun said in a very steady tone, and his eyes also stopped on Xiaomeng in front of him.

"Xiaomeng knows the allusion of the sages of Zhuang Zhou, which may be the origin of Xiaomeng's name." After a moment of thinking, Xiaomeng answered.

"Look up and look at this." After Hongjun said that, he spread out his right palm, and there was a light smoke and white mist like a dream. At the same time, a purple butterfly suddenly appeared dancing vividly.

At this time, a chant with the will of the sage Zhuangzi was heard from the dream, and it contained a strange meaning of transcendence. "The supreme man has no self, the gods and the man have no merits, and the saints have no name. Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me..."

Faced with such changes,

Xiaomeng's mind seemed to be completely attracted, and a trace of doubt and confusion began to appear on her serious and serious face that was often stern. Even the vague dream aura came. Xiaomeng's figure in Zixiao Palace seemed to be integrated into the dream world, just like no trace, only a mysterious purple butterfly in Hongjun's palm.

"Don't you know that the dream of dreams is a butterfly or the dream of butterfly is a dream of dreams?" Xiaomeng just felt that she had transformed into a butterfly, or the world and all things in the dreams, and even in the end she didn't know where she was, a unique whisper sounded.

But suddenly the confused dream turned into a vast ocean, with a fish swimming on it, which was a Kun and a Peng, and it swam in the northern dark sky with a free mood...

"Okay, let's wake up." After a dream, Hongjun interrupted the intercepted fragments and evolved. As for Xiaomeng, she once again returned to the cushion.

"Master?" Xiaomeng woke up confused, "I'd like to ask the ancestor to punish him, but Xiaomeng fell asleep?"

"It seems that Xiaomeng doesn't know what he dreams of." Hongjun smiled in his heart, but said very calmly, "There is no need to punish him, what do you think?"

"Xiaomeng feels that she has a lot of insights, but she can't say it." Xiaomeng's sister lowered her head and pondered for a long time, but couldn't tell why.

"Okay, it's good to have insights. You can go and rest." Hongjun nodded very satisfied. The three puritans all sent messages to their disciples, but Hongjun can't be on stage in person every time.

Or let him send a message to Yu Haotian and Yaochi? Hongjun feels that they have walked out of Zixiao Palace and will always be the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven. They should not be the boys he ordered at will...

"Yes, the ancestor." Xiaomeng responded softly and prepared to get up and leave.

"Uh... wait, I have something for you." Hongjun, who had been busy just now, almost forgot the matter, was sweating in his heart. Seeing Xiaomeng's puzzled gaze, Hongjun hesitated...

But what should be said always has to be said.

In the end, Hongjun took out a white and purple dress with the same style as the Luoshen girl. The dress was decorated with a lot of star sand in the river, which looked beautiful.

Although Hongjun directly copied a set in order to save his imagination, if he wears it, he might have the posture of a fairy and the noble temperament of a goddess in the prehistoric world.

When Xiaomeng saw the skirt that his ancestor took out seemed to suddenly fall into a state of accident. "..." Daozu, what does this mean?

Of course, facing the cold gaze of her ancestor, she thought for a long time and stretched out her slightly trembling hands and walked forward and took over the very beautiful skirt.

But she didn't know either. In fact, Hongjun herself was also very embarrassed, but this matter was big or small, and she had to pay attention to it.

People in later generations who are familiar with history should know that if the mortal emperor likes thinness or fatness, it can affect the beauty of the entire empire.

If Hongjun's aesthetic influences the prehistoric world and leads the entire time and space of the future, Hongjun feels that even if he is the Taoist ancestor, he will be responsible.

At the same time, Xiaomeng's mind turned around,

Hongjun spoke again: "Xiaomeng, Master thinks it is more appropriate to change the hair on your head to black?"

"Shan..." I realized the strange complaints that Xiaomeng began to make, Hongjun had to add: "Since you have come to the prehistoric world, you should know that you have "going to the countryside and following the customs". What the ancestors did is just the aesthetic of the prehistoric world, and it will not seem abrupt if you go to the prehistoric world in the future."

"..." Xiaomeng hugged the dress in his hand silently, and finally said: "Don't worry, Master, Xiaomeng understands it."

"Well, go down." Hongjun said calmly, and looked at Xiaomeng's girl turning around and leaving slowly.

Until she walked out of the palace,

Hongjun finally breathed a sigh of relief. Did he raise a butterfly in Zixiao Palace this time?

At the same time, Hongjun finally opened his chat group and planned to see what was going on.
Chapter completed!