I, Ancient Zulong, was exposed by Sun Tzu's live broadcast

"Fly so... so fly..."

In the vast expanse of white clouds, a little white dragon with a schoolbag on his back is flying in the sky. While staring at the letter in his hand, the admission notice of Zixiao Palace has now become a navigator, guiding him to the legendary Zixiao Palace with a single arrow. Xiaogong.

"Can this kind of map be called a map?" The old man sitting cross-legged on the white dragon's forehead couldn't help laughing when he saw the map.

But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the arrow on the notice has become a conspicuous red bold font: Congratulations!You have reached your destination!

Tai Ao Σ(￣□￣)!

The white clouds in front of him dissipated, revealing a door.

"It's here!" Xiao Bailong happily landed in front of the door, just when he was about to open the door, Tai Ao couldn't help but said, "Hey, Zai Zai, you should think about it, push this door open, What follows is thousands of years of practice!"

"You signed the admission notice, can I not come?" Ao Xing rolled his eyes.

I don't even know whose name is signed on it until I open the notice!

"Okay, okay, that old man Hongjun still has some things. If you can learn a little superficial kung fu from him, your realm will be able to rise a lot. But remember, don't sit in the front row, especially those who are watching. Looks like a good position." Tai Ao said helplessly.

Ao Xing: "Just those few positions that can become holy after sitting?"

Tai Ao: "Yeah~"

Ao Xing asked, "You don't want me to be holy?"

Tai Ao sighed, and said: "Hope is hope, but sanctification is not only the way of heaven, the way of heaven cannot go against the sky, and if you go against the sky, you cannot be holy.

But those of us who practice, from the beginning of our practice, we have gone against life, against life and death, against ethics, and against the sky.This way of heaven not only requires you to practice against the sky, but in the end you must not do it against the law of heaven.This middle rule is too complicated and goes against our original heart of practice.

Furthermore, the Dao of the Three Thousand Laws, the Dao of Heaven is only one of them, and you are still young and have not yet found the Dao that suits you, so there is no need to lock yourself in the Dao of Heaven from the beginning. "

"What is my way?" Ao Xing asked.

Tai Ao smiled: "Then you have to ask yourself, the Tao is what you want in your heart. If you don't have a direction and a goal in your practice, no matter how many thousands of years you spend, you still won't be able to comprehend the Tao."

"Oh..." Ao Xing seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand, he asked: "Then what kind of Tao do you cultivate?"

Tai Ao: "The way of water."

"Who knows?"

"Water!" Tai Ao knocked down violently.

After knocking, I couldn't help shaking my head: "You idiot, you should go to school first, lay a solid foundation and then talk about preaching!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Ao Xing and smiled: "Okay, Dad will send you here, you don't want Dad to go to school with you, do you? Let's leave now and leave Little Wuhu to me! "

"Heh!" Upon hearing this, Ao Xing immediately rolled his eyes and hugged Wuhu even tighter.

Wuhu: In collapse...

"Don't think I don't know what you want to do with Wuhu!" Ao Xing said firmly and forcefully, "Don't even think about it! I won't give Wuhu to you! Give Wuhu to you, it will really cause chaos in the Three Realms! "

At this time, Zhao Gongming's bitter face every time appeared in his mind very clearly, and his catchphrase came out smoothly: "My wish is peace in the Three Realms!"

After speaking, he pushed open the door in front of him.

"Hey, don't..." Tai Ao was forced!

But he didn't bother to talk to him.

This old man must have devoted the first half of his life to cultivating and suffocated himself, so after he became a saint, he especially liked the excitement, wishing for the chaos of the Three Realms!

Ugh.

Isn't peace good?

Perhaps, the way he wants to seek is the same way as Zhao Gongming's - my wish is peace in the Three Realms!

open the door.

Call ~

The hall is empty!

The gray futons are neatly arranged throughout the main hall. This seems to be the "classroom" for evangelism and vocation?

Ao Xing was stunned.

But what surprised him wasn't the scene after opening the door, but—this hall is too big!

At least as big as more than a dozen playgrounds!

He went in.

Seeing so many futons, he couldn't help but count them.

Tai Ao yawned and said, "Don't count, Hongjun Daozu has three thousand disciples, this must be three thousand."

Ao Xing didn't bother to pay attention to him, but counted seriously.

The gray futon has 50 rows and 60 columns, which is three thousand.

There are too many people in this class, right?

And the front position is very different.

There is only one Holy Light futon on the stage, even though no one is on it, the residual Holy Light on the futon is daunting, and I dare not feel offended.

Under it, there are another twelve futons.

(Ao Xing: How could there be 12??)

Twelve futons have different colors and patterns.

The pattern embroidered on it seems to be a relief of history, telling the great achievements of its owners.

Ao Xing couldn't help being interested in this, and when he bent down to check the pictures and texts on the futon, a voice seemed to emerge from the bottom of his heart:

"Wow, this cushion looks really good~"

"It looks very soft, it must be very comfortable to sit on!"

"I really want to sit and watch~"

"sit down!"

"Anyway, I've come here, so if you don't sit, you don't sit for nothing!"

Ao Xinghan.

This annoying voice came out of his ears.

At some point, a young man came by, and without him noticing, he whispered something in his ear.

It's too fucking close!

"Don't help my heart os! I didn't think so!" Ao Xing couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head to scold the person who was sticking to his ear!

"Haha," the man laughed and stood up straight.

This person was wearing the uniform of an orange courier. Ao Xing was very glad that he had a good memory at this time. When he saw this person, he immediately recognized him: "It's you?!"

The person who came to deliver the courier to him that day!

He has no identity!

But what Ao Xing never expected was that if he bought a new mobile phone after his mobile phone was poked, or learned to log in to station b with his spiritual sense, he would definitely be able to see the clip about the courier brother on station b There are as many as 300 videos, all of which have more than 3 million hits!

Then he should have known for a long time: that courier brother really has a lot of background!

But dragon cubs are...

I haven't been online since my phone was broken.

The news can be called the 2G era!

The courier brother laughed, pointed to one of the futons and said, "Sit down, why are you being polite? You come so early, you are the first classmate to arrive this semester, so why don't you take the first place?" (*￣ ︶￣*)"

Ao Xing shook his head resolutely: "No! Don't think I don't know. This is the position of a saint. If you sit on it, you will become a wage earner... Oh no, you are a saint of heaven!"

"That's not the case, it's all rumors! It's not that exaggerated, sit down." The courier brother smiled again.

Ao Xing couldn't believe this kind of smiling tiger!

Every time his father smiles like this, isn't it when he wants to cheat him?

So he insisted: "If you want to sit, you sit!"

"I'll just sit. There are so many vacancies, the semester hasn't started yet, and there aren't that many rules. Aren't the seats all random?" After speaking, the courier boy sat down casually.

"Look~" the courier boy spread his hands, "Are you all right?"

"It seems to be..." Does he look like a trap?

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to sit down?" the courier boy said with a smile.

At this time, Ao Xing realized that his father had been staring at a blue futon in a daze, and he came back to his senses when he heard the courier boy's words.

That futon is...

Ao Xing just saw a black dragon in the pattern embroidered on the blue futon, and the black dragon looked familiar...

Is it his father?

It can't be said that it doesn't matter, it's simply the black dragon itself!

Although it is a stick figure.

But that mighty look must be him!

How could there be Tai Ao for the position of saint in Zixiao Palace?

In Ao Xing's mind, the same doubts as Tai Ao's were born!

But as soon as he had such a doubt, Tai Ao said: "Yes, there are so many empty seats, why don't you sit wherever you want, what does it matter?"

After finishing speaking, he pressed Ao Xing onto the blue futon.

Ao Xing: "My dear father!"