The melodious and melodious Xiao sounded throughout the manor. In the mist, a dreamlike woman, with her slender fingers flying and her white clothes fluttering, was like a banished immortal descending to earth.
A group of colorful butterflies flew from nowhere, dancing around.
Like a beautiful picture!
Until the song ends and the beauty has gone, the sound of birds still lingers for a long time.
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while and found out that this woman's level was very high, at least he couldn't tell her level.
Landlord and Supreme Elder?
Shangguan Fan Qing listened in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He trembled, adjusted his hair, and said: "Is there such a woman in the world? It's just... we happened to be here, and she happened to be here. Flute, are there such coincidences in the world? Is she deliberately observing us? She is so damn handsome!"
"Brother Shangguan, I'm afraid you've thought too much."
Li Wumian straightened his clothes and smiled indifferently. His expression clearly suggested that the fairy must have looked at him twice. He had experience, such as the master's wife, senior sister and several sisters in a certain town back then. He always has a charm that outsiders cannot understand.
Yi Wan's eyes widened and he said: "Sister Zhao Yizhu plays a flute at this time every day, rain or shine, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Zhao Yizhu? What a name!"
Shangguan Fan Qing waved his sleeves, cupped his fists and saluted: "Senior brother and sister, please allocate dormitories and prepare a table of good food. The three of us are going to start. How much do we need to pay homage to our ancestors?"
Li Wumian also said: "This statement makes sense!"
A bowl of people blinking desperately, you looked dissatisfied just now, why have you changed your gender now?
Duan Dapeng, on the other hand, was stroking his beard, looking enigmatic and confident.
…
Night falls.
Ritian Sect, Zhongwu Hall.
Duan Dapeng took Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian to offer incense to the Patriarch. As soon as they stepped into the palace gate, the three of them were shocked——
There are thousands of tablets from top to bottom. The one at the top is naturally the Ritian Sage. Below him are three people in the Yuanji realm, 12 people in the five realms of heaven and earth, 39 people in the Hunyuanxu realm, 80 people in the Lingtai realm, and 80 people in the Yangtai realm. There are one hundred and fifty real people, eight hundred Yinxu people, and more than two thousand people in the Earthly Immortal Realm!
The densely packed memorial tablets, although scrubbed clean, still give people a sense of thousand-year longing and unspeakable sadness.
Worshiping the ancestor is obviously sacred. Duan Dapeng cannot make nonsense out of nothing, nor can he prepare a joke in advance. It is completely meaningless.
So, was the Ritian Sect really glorious back then?
After three incense offerings and nine kowtows, Shangguan Fan Qing's mind wavered and he asked Duan Dapeng: "Where have all the masters from the sect gone? Why are there just the two of you?"
"To be precise, I'm the only one!" Duan Dapeng changed his previous careless and unreliable attitude and shook his head: "Forget it! Let's go eat!"
Although Xin Zhuo and the others were confused, they couldn't get to the bottom of it.
When we arrived at the side hall "Siyun Hall", a bowl of a barely lavish dinner was already placed on the table, including old hen soup, mountain delicacies, truffles, river fish, pork, and ten steamed buns. I went out to find the bowl.
Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why Duan Dapeng said that three disciples were enough. He was afraid that if there were too many people, the food consumption would be too much and he would not be able to feed them.
Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian looked at each other. It didn't matter. They were used to being hungry, so just being full would be enough. They just coughed and said, "If the fairy doesn't come, we have no intention of eating or drinking!"
"puff--"
The little Loli laughed out loud after finishing her bowl and whispered: "Sister Zhao Yizhu doesn't eat. She only eats wild fruits and drinks flower dew!"
"You actually...treat yourself so badly?"
Li Wumian had a solemn look on his face, "Even if I die soon, even if I lose sight of life, I still won't allow such a simple and lovely girl to be so unloving. I'm going to bring her food!"
After picking up the old hen soup and three steamed buns, I was about to go out.
"Your mother-in-law..."
Shangguan Fan Qing was dumbfounded: "Shameless! It's really better than the old!"
"Wait!"
Duan Dapeng stopped Li Wumian, stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes: "The Supreme Elder has a bad temper. He doesn't like to get close to others, so don't ask for trouble!"
"That's wrong!"
Li Wumian looked like he had a different opinion and said: "People are like iron, and rice is like steel. No matter how bad your temper is, you still have to eat."
Duan Dapeng said leisurely: "The last time Xiaowu Dao flourished, I accepted a male disciple. This man was bent on pleasing the Supreme Elder, but he was beheaded by the Supreme Elder with a sword. His head is still hanging by the Crescent Moon Gate in the backyard!"
Li Wumian was startled for a moment, then returned to the table calmly and put down the chicken soup: "Eat it while it's hot!"
After a few pieces of steamed buns and half-eaten vegetables, drunkard Li Wumian had already picked up Duan Dapeng's hand-made Shaodaozi wine jar and drank from it. Shangguan Fan Qing and Duan Dapeng also exchanged cups, and the senior and junior brothers opened their doors.
There is absolutely no respect and restraint that a sect should have.
Xin Zhuo took a sip of the wine. It was not very good, too astringent and bitter, so he had to push it aside and lowered his head to feed Xiao Huang. His heart had already flown to the entire manor, and he needed to sacrifice all the spirits at once.
At this time, Shangguan Fan Qing drunkenly said, "Brother, you must tell us the truth. What's going on with the memorial tablets in the martial arts temples? I'm very worried!"
"It's rare that junior brother attaches so much importance to his master's inheritance and the rise and fall of his sect." Duan Dapeng said with emotion on his face.
Shangguan Fan Qing interrupted: "No! I just think that if there is danger, I will take my second brother to run away and calculate the ball."
Duan Dapeng was startled for a moment, cursed angrily in a low voice, and then said: "To be honest with you fellow juniors, regardless of the current glory and grandeur of the Eighteen Sects, they are all juniors in front of our Ritian Sect!
Our Ritian Sect used to sit on the Nine Peaks of the Dragon Vein of Bailing Mountain. At its peak, there were literally tens of thousands of disciples, and it could be called an ancient immortal sect.
In the whole world and everywhere, no one is disrespectful and no one dares to provoke him easily! How beautiful was it then? well! "
"and after?"
Li Wumian was also aroused with strong interest. He stopped drinking and burped.
"later……"
Duan Dapeng sighed: "I can only tell you that our Ritian Sect has provoked a family that should not be provoked, and it is only a branch of that family in our small world.
That is a huge thing. The disciples recruited by the Eighteen Sects a few days ago, whether they have divine bodies or ancient bloodlines, are just second-class goods. Compared to that family, alas, you'd better never know!
In short, Patriarch Ritian, fifteen disciples, and thousands of sect members were almost killed in the battle, and only one disciple survived by chance.
It's a pity that this disciple managed to survive until the last flourishing era of martial arts. With his sect, he gradually started to improve, and was coveted by a group of sects. My great master, master, master and three hundred fellow disciples once again Die! "
Li Wumian said in surprise: "So you are the only one left?"
Duan Dapeng sighed: "That's right! I was the only one left, and I picked up the bowl. In that battle, I fought with eighteen people for three days and three nights. It was like a river of blood. I was outnumbered, and the main gates were blocked. Feng was still robbed, and only this courtyard was left. In order to repay the debt, it was mortgaged to the Supreme Elder, and now our Ritian Sect is half-borrowing and half-renting!"
Li Wumian was dumbfounded: "So miserable! Could it be that the name is too overbearing, and the day has passed, and the party has arrived?"
Duan Dapeng was startled for a moment and took a sip of wine: "That makes so much sense. It's just a name left by our ancestors, and we can't change it. What do you think?"
The question is about Xin Zhuo and Shangguan Fan Qing!
"When I talk about the ball, it's really two-faced and clever!"
Shangguan Fan Qing stood up and pulled Xin Zhuo: "Second brother, let's go! This place is ominous!"
Duan Dapeng chuckled and was not annoyed: "Are you afraid of death? It's already so miserable, who will care about us? Now we are the safest!
Stay. Tomorrow, I will teach you a lesson. I faked my death and lived for two or three thousand years. From the great emperor to the ninth-level martial artist the day after tomorrow, everyone is ignorant and ignorant. Don’t you want to avoid detours?
And what is the decisive battle with Xianwu? Don't you want to know? "
Shangguan Fan Qing turned around and came back, sat down, and raised his glass: "Brother, head of the family, let's go!"
Xin Zhuo glanced at Duan Dapeng and felt a little curious.
