Chapter 1241: The dead old man changed his mind again, honesty is a fart, New Year!

Chapter 1241 The dead old man changed his mind again, honesty is a fart, New Year!
"Well, naturally, after you were resurrected, when you returned to the realm of God, you understood thoroughly, including the grievances between Nadi Si and Jiang Ziwen, including the suffering of Guier, how can you not be a teacher?"
"Master, in fact, the person you should scold is me, not Brother Jiang or Di Si. You think they hurt me by mistake in their fierce fight. Actually, I couldn't think about it. At that time, I and Di Si had some unwarranted misunderstandings. I should have explained it clearly in a few words, but I didn’t give him that opportunity. I was frustrated, and coupled with the coldness of the gods, I was tired of life and tired of life. I rushed up to death, self-willed, yes. Mine is wrong, no one can be blamed."
Ling leaned quietly on his master's shoulder, looking at the stars in the sky, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.
"That man, loves me more than his own life, in order to be with me, he will accompany me to the cliff of God, he will swear to the bones. I know that Master loves me and I don’t believe in anyone, but can Master... try He gets along for a while before making a final conclusion?"
The Wutian ancestor was an extremely stubborn, moody person.
It's a bit like Miyajiyu. They are stubborn guys who admit death.
Wutian didn't speak, was silent, his face was tight, and he looked like he couldn't hear anything.
Therefore, Linggui planned to change the topic.
"Master, you return to the realm of the gods, do you plan to return to the nihility again?" Lingki whispered.
"The old man and the disciples are back, what is the nihility back!" Wutian snorted coldly.
"The Human Realm is now approaching the Spring Festival. Master don’t squat in this ninety-nine heaven and watch the stars and the Milky Way every day. How about going down with me for the festival? The Human Realm now is very different from what it was thousands of years ago. The same, science and technology are changing with each passing day, and there are so many interesting and fun things that you will love."
Wutian's eyes flashed with impatientness, he stood up suddenly, and said, "You little white-eyed wolf just wants to go down to accompany you, the wishful man, but also wants to fool the old man to send you down and dream! What kind of human world, the old man disdains the most It's the human world. You can go to the temple honestly. Without the old man's order, you are not allowed to take a ninety-nine step!"
"But haven't you already promised to lift the ban for me!" Lingyu knew that this dead old man had changed his mind again. Honesty was a fart to him.
"What the old man said is possible! Consider!"
After the words fell for a moment, Wutian Ancestor suddenly disappeared in front of Lingkui and disappeared, and he did not give Lingkui a chance to fool around again.
Ling stomped angrily, and the whole person instantly lay down on the ground, angrily rolling and screaming, angrily and depraved.
According to this situation, on New Year's Eve, my master might not send her back to the human world after the New Year!
During this period, Linggui tried three times to leave from the Ninety-Nine Heaven.
Every time, the enchantment that was shrouded by Wutian ancestors flew away at the entrance.
Want to go? There are no doors.
What Lingyu might not know is that when she was mad, her master was sneaking up on the popular science "What is the Spring Festival", and it took a lot of effort to summon her own ghost envoy, turning it into a giant Unreal screen, peeping at the joy and excitement of the human world during the Spring Festival, looking up the meaning of the Spring Festival since ancient times, and how different the human world is from the ancient times...
This Wutian ancestor left the spirits in the air without paying attention, hiding alone and secretly changing the current human world from historical evolution to generational change, from backward to advanced, inside and out.
At the same time, the ancestors of Wutian are also very concerned about the location of ancestor Hongjun at this moment.
When he was shocked that Hongjun went to the human world and was having fun with Gong Siyu, he was sour!
Why can the old man be able to play, but he has to stay in the ninety-nine heaven where there is nothing?
Eyes full of surprise and interest, but time is also passing by. In a blink of an eye, the God Realm is almost an hour, and the spirit is rushing around outside the temple. It has been a day in the Human Realm, and today is New Year’s Eve, just count it. Time, it should still be afternoon, not night.
Just as Lingyu was preparing to break through the enchantment for the Nth time and wanted to escape from the Ninety-Nine Heaven, Wutian ancestor appeared.
With his hands behind his back, he strutting with dignity and dignity, he changed into the black fairy robe that he always liked, and put on the modern Chinese attire, a black straight Chinese tunic. The front of the Chinese tunic has dark red patterns. The dragon pattern, the waist-length black hair and the long beard hanging down were meticulously trimmed into a short head and a thick black beard. It looked like a cold old man who was old but still handsome and domineering.
Seeing Lingyu was dumbfounded, thinking that he was a ghost.
"Master, you..."
"Does the costume of the teacher look like a human dress?" Proudly walked to Lingyu's side, Wutian stood still, and stretched out his hand to pat Lingyu's head.
"..." Lingki was silent, her master would not hide secretly and use her own way to see what the human world looks like now, what styles are people wearing?
"Go! Didn't you invite you to go to the human world as a teacher to spend some Spring Festival with you? Let's go now."
"..."
The sly back collar was grabbed by the Wutian ancestor and dragged along like a big sack.
Both Wutian and Hongjun seem to like to treat others like this, and they don't know what's wrong.
"So, what about the prohibition?" Is it still solved?
"Celebrate the festival first!" Wutian gave Ling a sly look and warned her not to make an inch.
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In the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, there are three hours left before the start of the New Year’s Eve dinner at home at seven.
Going to rescue the tombs of the emperors on the outskirts of the imperial capital, Bai Wuyou who has returned from archaeology is back.
It's just that because Xiao Nianqing is going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, she can't eat dinner tonight.
In the large living room of the courtyard, the fireplace is burning with charcoal, and the warmth is melted. On the side of the fireplace, the carpet is filled with big red boxes of Spring Festival gifts.
The huge wall projector is acting as a TV, broadcasting the live broadcast of the Spring Festival.
On a rocking chair covered with man-made mink velvet, the old man Hongjun is holding Xiaozhen in one hand and jet black in the other, holding his mobile phone from Liuyun in both hands, taking pictures of people in the living room.
Everyone was happy, and their faces were filled with New Year's joy.
In the large kitchen on the side of the restaurant, there is a lot of lively, thanks to the chef of Wuyou, Zhulong, Lingshang and Bai Feiran help out, a table full of delicious food has been presented on the table, just waiting for the meal.
Only Gong Siyu, with a gloomy face, was like a dark cloud over his head, sitting on the sofa in darkness, smoking a cigar, his eyes gloomy and gloomy, staring at the door outside the living room.
He was almost frustrated.
"You said that if Guier can't come back, you will help me get it back."
He was so impatient that he couldn't hide his irritability, and he looked at the ancestor Hongjun.
(End of this chapter)