Honghuang: The Ancestral Witch of Strength, Suppressing Sanqing at the beginning

Houtu asked with concern: "What happened to Brother Su?"

"It's okay, maybe I'm sweating all over, and I've caught a cold."

"Let's continue...I'm a little tired, and you will be on top."

"Um.."

Although Nuwa's guess wasn't accurate, she was half right. She was really tired and sweating profusely.

......

Finally, in the demon court, Nuwa rescued Di Jun with the Sanguang Shenshui.

Di Jun was still in shock, and hurriedly came to Tong Tian to pay his respects: "Thank you, Master Sage, for your mercy."

You know, under the sage's palm, if he hadn't been merciful, his emperor would have been wiped out long ago.

However, Tong Tian just nodded his head and continued to drink.

As for why he didn't slap him to death just now, it's entirely because Tong Tian suppressed his cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't be drunk.

At this moment, Wu Dao's hurried figure entered Lingxiao Hall.

It was Duobao, Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao.

Di Jun stepped forward to greet him, but the five ignored him and rushed straight to Tong Tian.

"Huh, Master, you didn't cause trouble, did you?" Duobao asked concerned, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Tong Tian raised his head and downed a big gulp of wine, said with a smile: "Look at what you said, is the teacher so unstable?"

"Don't worry, I didn't mess with anything for the teacher."

After hearing this, the five people also breathed a sigh of relief, and then they didn't bother Tong Tian to drink. Anyway, with them watching here, there wouldn't be any trouble.

I happened to see six seats on the side, and Xuandu was sitting at the top.

"I didn't expect that the demon court was quite well prepared, and it actually counted the five of us coming?"

The five people took their seats one after another, filling up the six seats that originally belonged to the saint.

"I've seen Senior Brother Xuandu." He said to Xuandu.

Xuandu smiled wryly with an ugly face, and replied with a Daoist.

The five of them didn't think much, and started to eat the spirit fruit on the table. They were tired from rushing all the way.

Others complained secretly in their hearts: "It really didn't cause trouble."

"However, as soon as we arrived, countless arrangements and table cases were overturned."

"Then another palm almost killed the Demon Emperor Jun."

"And then Xuan was picked up and wanted to teach him a lesson..."

Di Jun and Tai looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Originally, the reason for inviting the saint was to help the demon court to support the pomp.

I didn't expect the saint to be so difficult to serve.

What's more, the six seats originally prepared for saints are now all occupied by disciples of saints.

But Di Jun didn't dare to speak to stop him at this time, who knows if Tong Tian will suddenly get mad and give him a slap?

Chapter 93 Look down on me for teaching?Look down on me Lingshan?Tongtian speaks quickly

When Di Jun thought about what happened today, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It was a great joy, but he almost died.

Fortunately, Tongtian has stabilized at this time.

Di Jun just sat in his seat, his buttocks were not warm yet.

Another shout came from outside the Hall of Lingxiao: "The disciples of Chanjiao come to the banquet!"

Di Jun got up quickly, and followed Tai Yi to the door to greet him.

Looking around, he found that there was no figure of Yuanshi Tianzun, only Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, and Yuding Zhenren.

Di Jun was a little disappointed in his heart, it seemed that Tong Tian was the only one among the three Qings who came, but Tong Tian didn't come here to see his demon court face, he was clearly here to beg for a drink!

But Di Jun didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried forward and said: "Everyone, please hurry up."

The three of Guang Chengzi raised their heads, not paying attention to Di Jun, the so-called demon emperor.

Especially their master, Yuanshi Tianzun, looked down on Yaoting very much.

A disciple of a saint must have the arrogance of a disciple of a saint.

Of course, there is an exception for someone who wants to have a heart-to-heart chat with a sage disciple at every turn.

After Di Jun led them to a place, he said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a seat specially reserved for disciples of saints."

Unexpectedly, Guang Chengzi became angry when he heard this.

Pointing to the six seats originally reserved for the sages, he asked, "Why should human education and interception education be superior to self-explanation education?"

"Isn't your demon court not paying attention to my teaching? Or, look down on my master Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Hearing this, Di Jun waved his hands in fright.

"Not so, not so, gentlemen."

But for a while, Di Jun felt helpless.

He couldn't explain that those six seats were reserved for saints, could he?

Now that the disciples of Renjiao and Jiejiao are all sitting there, isn't he insulting the saint by saying that?

In the end, Di Jun had no choice but to arrange the seats of the disciples of Chanjiao on the side where the saints were seated before.

The three of Guang Chengzi first bowed to Tongtian and Nuwa: "I have seen Uncle Nuwa, Uncle Tongtian."

Nuwa nodded slowly and didn't say much.

Tong Tian snorted and drank the wine to himself.

"I've seen Senior Brother Xuandu." Then the three of them performed a lecture towards Xuandu.

Xuandu had already collected his mentality at this time, and returned a Daoist with a smile on his face.

Originally, everyone in Intercept Education thought that they would greet them next.

Zhao Gongming stood up straight away.

Unexpectedly, the three of Guang Chengzi walked past him without saying a word.

Zhao Gongming scratched his head in embarrassment, and sat back in his seat.

"Hmph, the second master's disciples really don't understand etiquette more and more."

Seeing this, Duobao angrily took a bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand.

After explaining and teaching to sit down, Guangchengzi looked at Duobao and asked, "Brother Duobao, why didn't you say hello when you saw him?"

Duobao was even more angry immediately, and stood up to fight back: "Brother Guangchengzi, as a brother, I have to start earlier than you. Why didn't you say hello when you saw the brother?"

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Guang Chengzi heard Duobao's words, knowing that he would be wronged if he continued to reason, so he stopped talking.

Especially at this time, the master is not here, but the master Tongtian who cut off the teaching is drinking here.

The master has already explained, don't provoke Tong Tian who is drunk, otherwise there is nothing he can do if he is beheaded with a sword.

Seeing this, Di Jun returned to his position again, and just breathed a sigh of relief.

The Yaoting Da Neng, who was in charge of welcoming the guests outside the door, hurried in again: "Your Majesty, there are honored guests again."

Before Dijun's butt was warmed up, he heard the urgent sound of urging.

Immediately, he scolded with some dissatisfaction: "Honorable guest, honorable guest, where are there so many distinguished guests!?"

As soon as Dijun finished speaking, he saw two figures entering the Lingxiao Hall on their own.

"Hmph, it seems that the Great Demon King of the Demon Court doesn't want to see our brothers."

"Brother, I think it's better for us to go back." Zhunti looked gloomy and gave Di Jun a cold look.

Jie Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Di Jun was taken aback when he saw that it was the two saints from the West who had arrived.

Hastily stood up to greet him.

"I also hope that the two sages will forgive me. I just made a mistake in the next moment."

"It's my demon court's honor for the two saints to come to the banquet. How can you not welcome the two?"

Di Jun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Why do you keep encountering such crap today!

It seems that I have to hurry up and get married soon. It is true that I have been too unlucky recently.

Either he was slapped half to death by the sage, or he offended the two sages.

Originally, Zhunti planned to send a few spiritual roots picked on the road.

Now it happened that Emperor Jun made a slip of the tongue, so Zhunti put away the spirit root in his sleeve and brought it back to Lingshan.

Jie Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Only then did Di Jun heave a sigh of relief.

Then Zhunti frowned again, and asked, "Where are the seats for the two of us?"

"You sent invitations to the two of us, but didn't prepare seats for the two of us?"

"Could it be that you look down on my Western religion!?"

"Or...you Yaoting deliberately want to embarrass my senior brother!?"

Hiss, hearing Zhun Ti's question, Di Jun felt like he almost didn't come up in one breath.

Why come again!

It's the fault of the seat again!

"Here...here, wait a moment, both of you."

Naturally, he didn't dare to explain that the seat was occupied by the disciples of the three religions.

Otherwise, it would really humiliate the saint's face, and he would die today.

The heavenly wedding banquet, which he thought would be relaxed and happy, made Di Jun feel his head was getting bigger.

In the end, Dijun placed two more seats beside Tongtian, and greeted Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing this, Nuwa didn't express anything, she still closed her eyes and meditated.

But Tongtian was not happy.

He looked at Jieyin with disgust, and gave him a quick look.

"I said, why does this wine turn sour after drinking it?"

"So it's the sour taste of the two fellow Taoists?"

"Why, you don't give gifts when you come to the wedding? Excuse me?"

After he sat down, he casually gave Di Jun an innate mid-grade spirit treasure as a congratulatory gift while drinking.

But the two of them, Yingyin and Zhunti, didn't show anything.

Hearing Tongtian's words, Zhunti's face turned dark immediately.

"Brother Tongtian, why bother to hurt others?"

"The congratulatory gift has been prepared a long time ago, but I forgot to send it just now."

After all, Zhun Ti handed the few spiritual roots that he thought he could bring back to Lingshan to Di Jun from his sleeves in pain.

Di Jun quickly thanked him.

But Tongtian taunted again: "Good guy, how many spiritual roots will the sages in the West give?"