The road down the mountain is long and Ning Tao walks very slowly and is cautious.

You can drive slowly, why do you have to walk?

Ning Tao didn't know either.

The little master on his back didn't ask him either, stayed honestly on his back, wrapped his neck, clamped his waist, and let his hands hold her dumplings.

Maybe she was worried about driving the clouds and spending fuel.

Perhaps, she also likes the feeling of being carried by him.

She didn't know either.

Women are a very strange animal. Before that relationship, they will blush if they say a little larger scale, but once that relationship occurs, then whatever happens to you.

It suddenly dawned, and it was bright as soon as it was said.

It seemed as if a pair of big hands pulled a big black cloth open, revealing a gray cloth.

Ning Tao stopped and raised Cixin on his back. He looked up at the gray sky and said thoughtfully: "Cixin, do you have a feeling..."

"What?" Cixin's voice was soft and lacked strength.

Ning Tao said: "This fairy world and the sacred mountain... I always feel that it is not real, it is like a program."

Cixin said curiously: "Brother Ning, why do you feel such a strange feeling? I have never been to the sacred mountain, I don't know, but I feel it is very real in this fairy world. The mountains here and the people here are real... Well, what happened just now, do you think it is a program?"

Ning Tao smiled: "Maybe I'm too sensitive. You know, after becoming a god, you will have some strange thoughts and some strange feelings."

He didn't know how to explain it either.

He felt this feeling because he thought of the brain core of the immortal capturer and the secrets he found in the brain core. But how could he expect Cixin to have such experiences and feelings like him?

Cixin hesitated for a moment, leaned her lips to Ning Tao's ear, and whispered: "Brother Ning, then what did you feel just now?"

In a simple sentence, Ning Tao's heart was shaken: "That... is of course very good."

“How good is it?”

"That... it's good."

"It's not in vain that I've suffered all the pains, and it still hurts now."

Ning Tao was stimulated, but he still had to endure it: "That, it's going to be next time."

"Is there another time?"

"Don't you want to?"

"I..." Cixin bit her cherry lips lightly, as if she was thinking about this question seriously, but there was obviously no answer in her heart.

The topic just now was the immortal world and the sacred mountain. It was so high-end, but in a blink of an eye the topic turned off.

Ning Tao continued to walk down with his compassion on his back. Fengxian Mountain, which was tens of thousands of meters high, did not feel that the journey was far away at all.

But before he carried Cixin to the Buri Palace on Fengxian Mountain, Song Qingyin walked up to him. Seeing Ning Tao, he jumped over and ran over. Before the person arrived, the voice arrived: "Master, where are you going..."

Suddenly there was no sound because she saw Ning Tao carrying a person on his back, and he was also a woman without hair.

Although Cixin has no hair, her facial features are delicate and delicate, and she is more beautiful than most women with hair.

Ci Xin also looked at Song Qingyin, and her pretty face suddenly turned red. She quietly said in Ning Tao's ear: "Brother Ning, let me go, this... how embarrassing."

Ning Tao did not put her down, and he coughed dryly: "Ci Xin's foot is sprained and she can't walk. I carry her down the mountain."

This was also said to Cixin, so that she could relax and stay honestly on his back.

Song Qingyin suddenly staggered and fell softly to the ground: "Oh, Master... I've twisted my feet too."

Ning Tao: “…”

"Brother Ning, you might as well let me go. You carried me on such a long mountain road and probably got tired. I think I can leave. You can carry Miss Qingyin." Cixin said.

"You can't walk." Ning Tao said.

"I..." Cixin wanted to speak but stopped. Of course she could walk, but her posture would be ugly and she would be awkward to walk.

Song Qingyin looked at Ning Tao with eyes wide open.

Ning Tao's divine thought moved, and a golden divine cloud lifted Song Qingyin up. Then he also came to the divine cloud with his compassion on his back and walked down the cloud.

Song Qingyin opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it out.

She is pretending to be lame, but Master immediately gives you a divine cloud to carry you. Do you still have the nerve to let Master carry it? Moreover, there is a woman on Master’s back.

On the clouds, Ning Tao found a topic: "Qingyin, next I will go to the Hang Kong City to build a temple. You stay in Fengxian Mountain and manage and build Fengxian Mountain well."

Song Qingyin felt so reluctant to let go, but she couldn't defeat her master's orders.

"Ci Xin, go to Hang Kong City with me. Don't you want to go to the various places in the fairy world? During this period, I will build temples everywhere. You just follow me to see those places, so I can guide you to practice." Ning Tao said.

"Yeah." Cixin responded.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Ning Tao had said about once and next time, and her pretty face turned red quietly again.

"Master, I also want to follow you to the Hanging City." Song Qingyin was still unwilling to give up after all.

Ning Tao said: "Fengxian Mountain needs you, how can you walk away?"

Song Qingyin said, "There is my father in Fengxian Mountain. My father will be back soon. Even if I stay, it will be my father's decision. I can't help much. It's better to follow my master and serve him on the way."

Ning Tao was a little hesitant.

Cixin said, "Brother Ning, just bring Miss Qingyin with me. Miss Qingyin and I can get along well, so I can have a companion along the way."

Song Qingyin cast a grateful look at Cixin.

Ning Tao said: "Okay, Qingyin, you go and arrange it first, and then we will go to Hanging City."

"Yes, Master!" Song Qingyin responded excitedly, and he climbed up from the divine cloud, his legs no longer lame.

What kind of thoughts does this serious female disciple hide in his heart? How could Ning Tao, the master, not knowing what kind of thoughts he doesn't care. But he doesn't care. Anyway, he is a god of sending children. After becoming a god, his realm has become higher, and some secular boundaries will no longer exist here.

When she returned to the Buri Palace in Fengxian Mountain, Song Qingyin was busy arranging things.

Ning Tao sent Cixin back to her room and began planning the route in her room. The next stop is Hanging City, the next stop is Xianhe City, the next stop is Xiancheng, the next stop is Xiancheng, and the next stop is Xiancheng, etc.

Cixin made a cup of tea for Ning Tao and brought it to Ning Tao: "Brother Ning, please have a sip of tea. This tea is made from the fairy tea I picked on Fengxian Mountain, which is much better than the fairy tea in Emei Mountain."

Ning Tao took the tea cup and took a sip. Sure enough, the fragrance was sweet and refreshing, refreshing and pleasant to the soul. He couldn't help but praise: "Ci Xin, your tea art is really good."

Ci Xin smiled with a pursed lips, turned around to pack her luggage, her walking posture was really awkward, limping.

Ning Tao said with pain: "Come here and sit and rest, I'll help you clean up."

"You are busy with yours. I'm fine. Besides, what I want to pack up is some women's underwear. How can you get rid of it? You are a god." Cixin said.

Ning Tao opened his mouth and a gust of wind suddenly rolled up with the heart and flew back. Then he reached out and took her into his arms and placed her on his legs.

"Brother Ning, you..." Cixin was both nervous and shy, with a pretty face blushing.

Ning Tao held her in one hand and drew a roadmap, saying, "You just stay honestly and I will help you clean up later. I am God, but what's wrong with me? I like to help you clean up your underwear."

Cixin moaned and buried a head between Ning Tao's neck, so embarrassed that she couldn't even speak.

He asked her to stay honestly, but he was not honest.

Cixin soon felt his change and suddenly became nervous: "Brother Ning, you, you..."

Ning Tao held the little master in one hand and wrote the plan with his pen in the other hand, while he said seriously: "What's wrong with me?"

Ci Xin bit her lip lightly, and hesitated for a moment before saying: "Your legs on the stool are broken."

"Aren't you sitting on my legs? What kind of stool legs..." Ning Tao suddenly reacted with a teasing smile on his face, "There may be bugs in the legs of the stool. If you catch the stool, it will not be broken."

"How could there be bugs?" Ci Xin looked surprised.

Ning Tao smiled and said, "It's a stool leg, it must have worms. I don't believe you have never seen a stool leg."

"The stool legs I mentioned are..." Ci Xin suddenly understood, and a head was buried in Ning Tao's neck again, and she didn't even dare to look at Ning Tao.

Why is this god so shameless?

Ning Tao smiled happily. He liked the pure taste of Cixin very much. He felt natural and comfortable with her. He decided that even if she wanted to return to the mortal world in the future, he would go to Mount Emei every now and then to discuss life with her, the true meaning of life, and the issue of the origin of life.

A road map was well drawn, Ning Tao counted it. In addition to the three temples that had been built, there were thirty towns of all sizes in the entire Immortal Land that needed to build temples. At the current speed of one temple a day, it would take him thirty days to build the temple.

In thirty days, what will happen to Himia, the goddess of wisdom, on the sacred mountain?

It's hard to guess the answer to this question.

He has been away from the sacred mountain for several days. Lang Xianghun, Lingyu, and Shenzhou should be worried about him, right? This is easy to guess the answer, but he cannot go back now. There are too few believers in the tribe's God Kingdom, and no believers will face the risk of being discovered without changing. His foundation is in the fairy world, and he can develop a town's believers in a town in one day, which is unparalleled for his growth in the divine body. How could he lose the watermelon and pick up sesame seeds? What's more, he must kill the immortal hunter, because killing the immortal hunter is equivalent to cutting off the roots of Hemia in the fairy world. If he keeps it, the immortal hunter will bring a large number of iron believers to Hemia, and Hemia will become stronger and stronger.

Thirty days are about thirty days. Anyway, my family and foundation are in the fairy world. First consolidate the foundation of the fairy world, and then go to the sacred mountain to fight a counterattack!

There were footsteps outside the door, and Song Qingyin's voice: "Master, I have already arranged it, we can set off."

Before Ning Tao could let go, Cixin jumped off Ning Tao's leg like she escaped.
Chapter completed!