The middle-aged man didn't get up either, lying lazily with a lazy face, and only glanced at Feng Ruhuang faintly.

"Whoa!"

Mr. Zhu's elegant face was flat, and he gently turned the page and continued to read the ancient books.

In this regard, the phoenix stood quietly and no longer bothered.

After a while, the man seemed to come back to his senses, and exclaimed: "Hey, a generation of empresses, deign to come to my bamboo house, it's strange!"

The tone is relaxed, as if facing an ordinary woman, with a faint provocation.

Hearing this, Feng Ruhuang was not angry, and treated it indifferently.

"A generation of corpse emperors wish Jiuyang, isn't it shameful to be so hospitable!" The bland words exploded in the ears of the middle-aged man like thunder.

"Do you know me, how dare you do this?" Zhu Jiuyang was surprised.

"Zhu Jiuyang, born in the Drought Owl clan. 100,000 years ago, you were a weak scholar, unjustly died, mistakenly buried in the land of nine yin, after thousands of years, absorbing the qi of the earth yin to form, the birth of spiritual wisdom. Later, he was recalled by the Drought Clan. In the process of cultivation, you showed the ability to defy the sky, and your cultivation was rapid, and you achieved the position of the Corpse Emperor in just 30,000 years, and you were known as the first peerless genius of the Drought Owl Clan. You should have been glorious, but you were ruined by your bloodlust and irritability. You often slaughter people all over the house when you don't agree with each other. Once, in order to devour, he slaughtered a dynasty in one fell swoop, ambushing hundreds of millions of corpses, causing the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people. Under pressure, the marb patriarch has suppressed you in the ancestral land. After 10,000 years, you broke the seal and came out of the Drought Clan!"

Feng Ruhuang said eloquently, and said with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Zhu?"

"Bang! bang!"

Zhu Jiuyang applauded and said, "It seems that the words of the decline of the Gufeng Dynasty have a lot of moisture!"

"I don't know what to teach if I'm so thoughtful?" asked Zhu Jiuyang.

"Please sir come out of the mountain and be the commander of my Third Army. Feng Ruhuang bowed and invited.

"Hehe, how is the Gu Feng Dynasty compared to the Drought Clan? This Emperor is even against the Drought Clan, do you think I will agree?" Zhu Jiuyang smiled faintly, not without sarcasm.

"The Drought Clan is a super power, comparable to the Immortal Court, and the Gu Feng Dynasty is not as good as it is now. Feng Ruhuang calmly admitted that it was not as good as the Drought Clan, and then changed his words and said: "However, after the Ancient Wind Dynasty is promoted to the Immortal Court, the Drought Beast Clan will be slightly inferior to the Ancient Phoenix Immortal Court!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiuyang was stunned for a moment and was speechless for a while.

"What, don't you believe it?" Feng Ruhuang asked without getting angry.

"Hahaha......" Zhu Jiuyang laughed loudly and said: "Since the founding of Fengzun, the Ancient Feng Dynasty has gone through hundreds of thousands of years, and it is still a dynasty, promoted to the Immortal Court?

"Don't worry about Mr. Zhu, the Gu Feng Dynasty will soon be promoted to the Imperial Dynasty, and it will only be one step away from the Immortal Court at that time. Feng Ruhuang was calm and smiled.

"Oh!" Hearing this, Zhu Jiuyang's expression slowed down and said, "Interesting, interesting." It's a good thing to hide from the world, everyone in the world thinks that the Gu Feng Dynasty is about to fall, but they never expected that all this is an illusion!"

"Mr. Zhu, would you like to go out of the mountain to help?" Feng Ruhuang invited again.

"Even if the Gu Feng Dynasty can be promoted to the Imperial Dynasty, it is only comparable to the Drought Clan. Although the Immortal Court and the Imperial Dynasty are only one step away, it is like a heavenly palace! The Gu Feng Dynasty is far away from the Immortal Court. Although Zhu Jiuyang did not open his mouth to refuse, his words already revealed the meaning of refusal.

"If the Gu Feng Dynasty is not an imperial dynasty but an immortal court, why do you need to invite Mr.?" Feng Ruhuang said.

"This emperor is not far from the position of the heavenly corpse. Zhu Jiuyang said something irrelevant.

"Really?" Feng Ruhuang's eyes lit up, and he said, "I wish to help him with a divine coffin!"

"Divine coffin?" Zhu Jiuyang was moved.

"Divine coffin, can you?" Feng Ruhuang invited repeatedly.

"I wish Jiuyang to see Your Majesty!"

"No courtesy!" Feng Ruhuang was excited and laughed: "Haha, with Mr. Zhu to help, why worry about big things"

Later, on the way back to the Nine Heavens, Feng Ruhuang presented the coffin of the gods to Zhu Jiuyang.

......

The matter of the reburial was also rumored in the Gufeng Dynasty.

After Prime Minister Luo Heng left the Gufeng Temple, he first went to Wenchang Pavilion. He announced this matter to the world through the Wenchang Pavilion Holy List, and the content was as follows: About half a month ago, an ancient god body descended on the Ten Thousand Demon Forest. The empress was afraid that it would be desecrated, so she issued an order to welcome it back to the imperial capital, and wanted to be reburied with a state ceremony.

Rumble!

For a time, the Gu Feng Dynasty was in an uproar.

The people are hotly discussed, and the major forces are also paying close attention, and spies from all walks of life gather in the imperial capital to find out whether the body of the ancient gods is true. Its deep meaning is self-evident: to find out whether the Gu Feng Dynasty has obtained a divine burial.

Even the neighboring forces also paid attention, secretly launching secret spies who had already infiltrated the Gufeng Dynasty to spy on the existence of the divine burial.

As a result, as soon as the shadow returned, he fell into a spy war.

Then, Prime Minister Luo Heng ordered Wenchang Pavilion and Priest's Pavilion to cooperate with the reburial matters, resulting in the non-stop operation of the two institutions.

And Wu Manrou, who should have paid the most attention to this matter, took a cheerful step and wandered the streets of the imperial capital.

Since the reburial of the shepherd boy Yu was a foregone conclusion, she also let go of the burden in her heart, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, wandering in the imperial capital endlessly, admiring the prosperity of the imperial capital. However, this good state did not last long before it was consumed.

A group of playboys flocked to her, all attracted by her proud figure and wild temperament.

"Fairy, but it's your first time in the imperial capital?" asked the man with a slender figure and a handsome face, but a little soft, as he slowly walked in front of Wu Manrou.

"We know each other?" Wu Manrou asked coldly.

"This ......" The man choked, his expression froze, and he said curtly: "This has never been, but it is ......"

"No, no. Wu Manrou interrupted coldly, and without waiting for the man to answer, she bypassed from one side.

The man looked stunned.

Wu Manrou walked away without looking back, she couldn't remember how many times this similar scene had happened in just half an hour. Her good mood was also ruined, and she didn't even have the heart to visit the imperial capital.

Wu Manrou walked towards the circuit, wanting to return to the inn as soon as possible, and quietly wait for the reburial after seven days.

"Princess Manrou, where do you not meet in life!" Suddenly, a voice as warm as jade and extremely magnetic sounded behind him.

Wu Manrou frowned, thinking that another son was going to talk to her, so she ignored it and continued to move forward.

"Princess Manrou. Gu Yuxuan took four entourages and stopped in front of Wu Manrou with a smile.

"Get out of the way!" Wu Manrou couldn't help but be angry when she saw that the man had suddenly blocked her way.

"Hehe, it's too unfriendly to old friends, isn't it?" Gu Yuxuan took a step back and said with a smile.

"It's you!" Wu Manrou was surprised.

"Tsk, are you being watched?" Gu Yuxuan sighed gloatingly.

"Hmph!" Wu Manrou looked indifferent.

"Don't mind, let's go together?" Gu Yuxuan was not angry, and walked to Wu Manrou's side.

Wu Manrou didn't say a word, and walked towards the inn by herself.

"Princess Manrou, I'm busy with your business, it's sad that you treat your old friend like this!"

"Why do I need you to be busy?" Wu Manrou glanced at her mouth disdainfully, staring at Gu Yuxuan with an idiot look, as if saying that Gu Yuxuan even found such a bad excuse for even talking.

"What, don't you believe it?" Gu Yuxuan seemed to expect Wu Manrou to have such a reaction, pointed to the official uniform on his body, and said, "Princess Manrou, look at this." ”

Only then did Wu Manrou notice that Gu Yuxuan was wearing the official uniform of the Gu Feng Dynasty, and he was in the second grade. I couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "You serve in the Gu Feng Dynasty?"

"What, surprised?" Gu Yuxuan smiled and said, "The pattern of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest is too small, and the Gu Feng Dynasty is not what is rumored to be by the outside world. Gu Yuxuan explained why he served in the Gu Feng Dynasty.

Wu Manrou stopped and looked at Gu Yuxuan coldly.

"At this moment, I must indeed be busy with the funeral, and I have not deceived the princess. Gu Yuxuan continued.

"Oh!"

Wu Manrou let out a lukewarm oh and walked away.

Seeing this, Gu Yuxuan was not following, and looked at Wu Manrou's back faintly, the corners of his mouth flashed with an inexplicable arc, and a plan had already formed in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

Chenshi.

Bang, bell! bell!

In the imperial capital, the phoenix bell was ringed, and there was a mournful sound of nine bells. Originally, the ringing of the phoenix bell heralded the fall of the ancient Feng Emperor to the Son of Heaven. Today, the phoenix bell rings nine times, indicating that the ancient gods are about to be reburied.

The entire Gufeng Dynasty, the family clothes are plain, the sound of mourning music and mourning resounded throughout the dynasty, and the whole country mourns in the Gufeng Dynasty!

On the top of the ladder, a plain white team slowly stretched down.

"Shallot on the dew, He Yixi. The Ming Dynasty has fallen, and when will people return when they die. ”

A low, sad elegy echoes on the ladder.

The forbidden army was dressed in plain silk and held halberds on both sides to open the way. In the middle of the front end, hundreds of banner-leading people, holding high flags, lead in front. The most amazing thing is a group of monks, dressed in robes, holding Buddhist beads, chanting in a low voice, one after another mysterious scriptures swirling in the sky, golden light flashing.

Subsequently, a coffin was carried by the nine kings of the Gufeng Dynasty.

After the coffin, Wu Manrou and Feng Ruhuang were both dressed in black yarn and personally supported the coffin.

Then, there were hundreds of civil and military officials, relatives of the emperor, and soldiers of the three armies, and the entire funeral procession stretched for hundreds of miles, and the mourning resounded throughout the world.

In the coffin of the stars, the body of the shepherd boy feather was sleeping quietly, and a nine-grade immortal medicine was placed on the top of his head, exuding a burst of medicinal fragrance, moistening the body of the shepherd boy feather. In the sea of souls, Shepherd Boy Yu looked up at the sky with a strange expression. It seems to be very happy, but it also seems to be very sad and angry.

After being speechless for a long time, Shepherd Boy Yu lowered his head and asked.

"Sacrifice spirit, do you think I'm a blessing in disguise as the legend?"

"In terms of value, it doesn't count, the Nine Rank Immortal Elixir is not as good as the Divine Coffin forged by the Divine Tree of Life. The sacrificial spirit commented, and finally added another sentence, saying: "What's more, you were buried again", which made Shepherd Boy Yu's face darken.

"So, is it a curse or a blessing?" said Shepherd Boy Yu's tone unpleasantly.

"As far as you are concerned, although you lost the divine coffin and have to be reburied again, you have exchanged it for an immortal medicine. With this elixir, the body can be revived within three days, and in this regard, it should be regarded as a blessing in disguise!" replied the priest uncertainly.

Hearing the priest mentioning the reburial again, the shepherd boy Yu looked at the sky speechlessly, what is this called!