Chapter 1573 (2/2)

That's not something anyone likes to see.

Feng Yun Sheng murmured, ”after all, even if the same detached Buddha and empress wa also return, the result is still two to three.”

Unfortunately, it's embarrassing that authentic Taoism does not guarantee that it will be exposed to light.

There is even the possibility of disaster.

”It's very painful...” Yan Zhaoge helped his forehead and said with a wry smile, ”however, if you think optimistically, wuliangtianzun's heart will not be peaceful in recent years.”

It was a gamble that year, and it was a success.

However, who knows when Laojun will suddenly look for a sequel?

Of course, there may be surprises. For example, Laojun helps Xianting instead.

but what has the final say is either great grief or great joy. It is not the end of the day that I am sad and happy. I do not know when it will come. I am afraid not many people will love it.

At least Yan Zhaoge doesn't like it very much.

”That's what we have in front of us.” ”It's no use complaining or dissatisfaction,” Yang said with a sigh. ”It's the key that how to make the best of the situation and let the situation develop in the direction beneficial to us.”

”I have been recuperating in dourate palace all these years,” he said, mocking himself. ”Even if the old man doesn't care, I have benefited.”

”It's natural.” Yan Zhaoge smiled the same way: ”the so-called if, at present, is only if, but in fact, our generation of Taoism has survived and gradually revived, which is more or less related to other people's fear of Laojun.”

The smile on his face gradually disappeared: ”it's just that time will not wait for me.”

”Don't worry about Jue Xian's ancient sword.” Yang Jian then stood up and said, ”I'll give you an answer later.”

After that, he handed a talisman to Yan Zhaoge.

The baogao written on the talisman belongs to the land of the later emperor.

Yan Zhaoge took the talisman, collected it seriously, and then arched his hand to Yang Jian: ”thank you, Taoist brother.”

”It's been a long time. Talk today. Let's call it a day.” Yang Jian nods to Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.

His body shape gradually disappeared, and the brilliant Star River in front of him began to collapse.

The dim yellow light reappears, coming from afar, as if the boundary of the universe shrinks, replacing the Milky Way universe and manifesting one side of the world.

The power mood of empress Tuhuang's land reappears, and the warm and heavy feeling once again envelops Yan Zhaoge and her two people.

”Farewell, gentlemen.” The voice of the Empress Dowager sounded, and then went away, and the Yellow world broke down.

Yan and Zhao return to the real boundless void outside the country.

Yang Jian turned into the land of the empress of the earth and crossed the void.

After a long journey, he was one star again, waiting quietly.

I don't know how long it took for an old man to appear inside the stars. He was wearing a fishtail crown and a big red robe. He had a strange face and long beard.

In front of the old man, there was a lady who was elegant, gentle and thick, like the mother of the earth.

”I'm glad to see that my friends are still alive.” The old man in red shaved his beard and smiled.

”Thanks to the help of Taoist brother xuandu,” said the woman in Huafu faintly, ”let us take care of our injuries in dourate palace. Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't live to see Daojun now.”