My master is a god

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update my master is the latest chapter of the gods!"Let's go, we are here~" Yi Qianxing said.

Yang Yiyun followed Yi Qianxing's point of view. There was a purple bamboo forest in front of him, and a small thatched house yard was vaguely visible in the bamboo forest.

Soon he followed Yi Qianxing to the small courtyard with a thatched house.

Yang Yiyun was so excited, could it be that the number one in the God Realm lived in a thatched cottage?

"Thousands of lines pay homage to the emperor~"

Standing outside the courtyard, Yi Qianxing respectfully saluted the thatched house, no longer the cynicism that was just now.

"Qianxing, you have worked hard, go to the back mountain, knowing that your kid is thinking about my back mountain's baby, come back later." A loud and magnetic man's voice sounded.

After hearing the surprise on his face, Yi Qianxing quickly thanked him. When Yang Yiyun didn't respond, he swished and disappeared.

"Hey~"

Yang Yiyun was depressed. He stared at the place where Yi Qianxing disappeared. What do you mean to leave me here?

Fortunately, at this time, a voice came from the thatched house and said: "The little guy comes in and talks~"

After the words were over, the door of the thatched house opened automatically.

Yang Yiyun was taken aback, but he walked in without stage fright.

From the outside, the thatched house seemed small, but after walking in, it was found that the space was not small, with more than 100 square meters of space.

A picture appeared on the square wall in sight!

No, it is like a picture of a picture.

It is more like several symbols, or a calligraphy and painting composed of several inscriptions.

Presents an irregular circle.

Yang Yiyun looked familiar.

Can't help but look carefully...

But in the next second he felt something wrong and started to feel dizzy.

Yang Yiyun tried to make herself sober, but it was useless. The calligraphy and painting in his sight seemed to be magical, making people want to give up but reluctant. It was a hell of a situation.

Yang knew in his heart that he couldn't see or watch, but he couldn't stop at all. It was terrible.

In this case, he didn't know what to do.

The divine power in the body is turbulent, and the soul is unstable during a meeting...

Very dangerous things are about to happen.

Yang Yiyun was really taken aback at this moment, what the hell was it?

Fortunately, at this moment, he only felt a flower in front of him, a figure flickering, and a loud and magnetic voice resounded in his mind like thunder.

"The Taoist heart is not enough, you still can't see it, so stop it."

After the voice fell silent, Yang Yiyun found himself listening.

"Huh..."

Yang Yiyun began to gasp.

My heart is terrible.

After taking a few breaths, Yang Yiyun felt healed.

He didn't expect that one day he would be so embarrassed by looking at a painting, and he even felt that if no one stopped him and let him continue to stare at the painting, he would lose his soul.

It's definitely a monster painting.

Of course he said that, he knew that this was not a monster, and this calligraphy and painting had a very mysterious mark on the road, but he was too weak to bear the morality carried by this painting.

What kind of cultivation is necessary to have such an unimaginable method?

Just one calligraphy and painting made him almost finished.

Is the master here really a strong man in the world?

No, it was Yi Qianxing who had said that the person who wanted to save him, or the person who really saved him, was the number one power in the gods, and the emperor of their gods.

He waited for him to relax before looking up.

But the next moment, he was shocked all over.

Because he was unprepared in his heart, or had no imagination at all.

The voice just now foretells the appearance of the master here, and it was also interrupted by others to let him escape the magical nature of calligraphy and painting. He also saw the figure shake in his sight, and he knew that the master here appeared, the emperor in Yi Qianxing’s mouth. grown ups.

It's just that when he looked up at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Looking from the bottom to the top, the first thing he saw was not a person, but a half colorful guessing snake body, not particularly thick, just as thick as the sum of the two thighs of a normal person.

Pieces of colored scales were as big as leaves, but Yang Yiyun was extremely sure that it was a snake body because he had seen too many snakes.

The whole body was shocked, not afraid, but shocked.

Never thought about it, and didn't have any psychological preparation, the person who wanted to, or what God Emperor would actually be a snake?

Of course, this thought only stayed for more than a second, and he raised his head and saw the whole picture.

To be precise, the creatures that appear before us are human heads and snake bodies.

The lower half is a snake body, and the upper half is completely human.

A middle-aged man.

A face with Chinese characters that looks amiable.

The long black hair shawl, with a hoop on his head, is considered to be tied up.

Yellow skin, black eyes, black hair, Chinese character face, and extremely authentic oriental face.

Wearing a half-shoulder shirt with five animal skins.

Only the lower body is a colorful snake body.

Suddenly, Yang Yiyun remembered the names of the two people.

Fuxi, Nuwa!!!

Because in the myths of China, Fuxi and Nüwa are in the form of a human head and a snake body, not to mention Nüwa, just Fuxi, he is the righteous god of the ancient China, one of the three emperors of the three emperors and five emperors.

Fuxi, Zi Taihao, the ancestors of the humanities of the Chinese nation, historical records Fuxi appeared in the Paleolithic Age, created innate gossip, evolved characters, etc., leaving too many myths.

Yang Yiyun knows that Tianshui on the earth is his hometown, where Fuxi was born. There are Fuxi Temple, etc., and there is also an annual large-scale ancestor worship event. Every year, overseas Chinese from all over the country and overseas participate in the sacrifice of the humanistic ancestor.

And there was such a picture in front of him, it was a living appearance, which made Yang Yiyun's heart roll.

Is he a legendary myth?

Improbable?

At this time, with a gentle voice, Yang Yiyun interrupted and froze.

"The little guy is familiar with this calligraphy and painting?"

"Ah...yes, yes, familiar." Yang Yiyun stammered and replied. With hindsight, he couldn't help but bow down and said: "Junior Yang Yiyun pays homage to the emperor."

The words in his mouth were over, but he did not kneel down, and he couldn't kneel down no matter how hard he tried.

Then a gentle force gently lifted him up.

"My name is Tai, and I don't need to be polite. I really don't dare to accept your kneeling. Haha, little friend, come sit down and talk."

The middle-aged man with a snake-headed body called himself'too', smiled and spoke, stretched out a hand to lift Yang Yiyun, came to the Zizhu table and chair on one side, and sat down.

Yang Yiyun was a little nervous, but he heard the middle-aged man talking, and he also knew the call was too, and when he held his hand, his inner tension disappeared, and his heart calmed down.

He could feel that this middle-aged man named Tai was very kind to him.

But just now too much, "I really don't dare to bear you kneeling", this really made him puzzled by Nehe City, and it didn't just mean what it meant.

In short, the doubts in his heart are more and more. The other party seems to know him well, but he knows nothing about others. From appearing in the gods, from Yi Qianxing to saving him, to walking into this thatched cottage. , I saw the calligraphy and painting, I saw the middle-aged man with a snake body in the head...

He has too many doubts.

"Drink tea first, often this is the purple bamboo tea made in my spare time." Too smiled and motioned to Yang Yiyun.

Yang Yiyun came back to his senses and looked at the same table. Sure enough, there was a purple tea cup in front of him. The tea soup planted inside was all purple with gleaming light.

For some reason, when he heard too much talk, he would always obey, and subconsciously took a sip from his teacup.

A warm and moist energy dissipated in the body, Dao Xin was immersed again, and his mind became clear. Yang Yiyun felt that his soul seemed to grow and condense a little.

He knew this was not ordinary tea.

Anyway, at this moment, it is finally calm.

Put down the tea cup and said to Tai: "Thank you senior for giving tea."

"You don't need to be polite, little friend, I know you have a lot of questions, then you can ask, how can I help you out?" Too put down the teacup and talked.

In Yang Yiyun's eyes, it seemed that there was no such thing as an immortal style, but it was filled with immortality everywhere, which was very strange.

But there is one thing he can see in his eyes and feel in his heart, that is, the feeling that'too' gives him is the feeling that everything is comfortable.

Whether it's talking or an action, it's extremely comfortable.

Yang Yiyun listened to him, but was also happy. He finally knew the doubts he wanted to know. He had some doubts, but when he asked him to speak, he really didn't know where to start.

With a glance of his eyes, Yang Yiyun once again set his eyes on the calligraphy and painting in the square of the room, and said, "Then let's start with that calligraphy and painting. The younger generation always feels like they have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while."