The melodious and tactful sound resounded throughout the manor, and in the mist, a dreamlike woman, her fingers fluttering, and her white clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth.

A group of colorful butterflies flew from nowhere, fluttering around.

It's like a beautiful picture!

Until the end of the song, the beauty has gone, and the birds and birds are still lingering, and they will not be dispersed for a long time.

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, this woman's realm is very high, at least she can't see the level.

The landlord and elder?

Shangguan Fan Qing on the side was fascinated by this, and it took a while to come back to his senses, snort, straighten his hair bun, and said, "There is such a woman in the world?" It's just that...... It just so happened that we came, and it happened that she was giving a, and there is such a coincidence in the world? Is she deliberately observing us? This damn handsome! ”

"Brother Shangguan is afraid that he is thinking too much."

Li Wumian tidied up his clothes and smiled, his expression clearly felt that the fairy must have looked at him twice, he was experienced, just like the master lady back then, the senior sister and several sisters in a certain town, he always had a charm that outsiders couldn't understand.

Yiwan's eyes widened, and he said, "Sister Zhao Yizhu blows a flute every day at this hour, rain or shine, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Lord Zhao Yi? Good name! ”

Shangguan Fan Qing waved his sleeves and hugged his fists: "Senior brother and sister, please also assign a dormitory and prepare a table of good dishes, the three of us are getting started, how much do we have to worship Master Zu?"

Li Wumian also said: "This is reasonable!"

A bowl blinked desperately, just now you still looked dissatisfied, why did you change sex now?

On the contrary, Duan Dapeng stroked his beard, looking unfathomable and confident.

……

Night falls.

Ritian Sect, Zhongwu Palace.

Duan Dapeng took Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian to incense the ancestral master, and as soon as they stepped into the palace gate, the three of them were shocked-

There are thousands of tablets from top to bottom, and the top one is naturally the Ritian Sage, with three people in the Lower Yuan Extreme Realm, twelve people in the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, thirty-nine people in the Hun Yuan Void, eighty people in the Lingtai Realm, one hundred and fifty people in Yangshi, eight hundred people in Yin Void, and more than two thousand people in the Earth Immortal Realm!

The dense tablets, although scrubbed clean, give people a sense of thousand-year-old sorrow and indescribable pathos.

This kind of thing of worshipping the ancestor is obviously sacred, Duan Dapeng can't make something out of nothing, talk nonsense, and it is impossible to prepare the lake in advance, it is completely meaningless.

So, was Ritian Sect really brilliant back then?

After the three incense and the nine kowtows, Shangguan Fan Qing's heart swayed, and he asked Duan Dapeng: "Where have so many masters of the sect gone?" Why just the two of you? ”

"I'm the only one, to be exact!" Duan Dapeng changed his previous unreliability and shook his head: "Forget it!" Let's go eat! ”

Although Xin Zhuo and the three of them had doubts in their hearts, they were not easy to get to the bottom of it.

When I arrived at the side hall "Siyun Palace", a bowl had been put on a table of barely sumptuous dinner, old hen soup, mountain treasures, truffles, river fish, pork, ten steamed buns, but the amount was too small, obviously a bowl was out to find.

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why Duan Dapeng said that three disciples were enough, but he was afraid that there would be too many people and too much food consumption to be able to afford it.

Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian glanced at each other, it didn't matter, they were used to being hungry, they could barely be full, they just coughed and said, "If the fairy doesn't come, we have no intention of eating and drinking!"

"Poof—"

Little Lori laughed out loud and whispered: "Sister Zhao Yi doesn't eat, she only eats mountain fruits and drinks flower dew!"

"Actually...... Treat yourself so badly? ”

Li Wumian looked solemn, "Even if I die immediately, even if I look at life, I don't allow such a simple and lovely girl to be so self-loving, I'll go and bring her food!" ”

Picking up the old hen soup and three steamed buns, I wanted to go out.

"You're ......"

Shangguan Fan Qing was dumbfounded: "Shameless! It's better than blue! ”

"Wait!"

Duan Dapeng stopped Li Wumian, stroked his beard, and narrowed his eyes: "Elder Taishang's temper is not too good, he doesn't like to be close to people, so don't ask for hardship!"

"That's a mistake!"

Li Wumian had a different opinion on his face, and said: "People are iron, rice is steel, even if the temper is bad, the rice must always be eaten."

Duan Dapeng said leisurely: "The last time the Little Martial Dao was prosperous, I accepted a male disciple, this person was bent on currying favor with Elder Taishang, but he was beheaded by Elder Taishang with a sword, and his head is still hanging by the crescent moon door in the backyard!"

Li Wumian was stunned for a moment, returned to the table like water, and put down the chicken soup: "Eat it while it's hot!"

A few pieces of steamed buns were eaten, half of the dishes were eaten, and the drunkard Li Wumian had already picked up the roasted knife wine jar made by Duan Dapeng himself, Shangguan Fan Qing and Duan Dapeng also pushed the cups and changed the glasses, and the senior brother and junior brother opened it short.

There is no particular attention and restraint that a sect should have.

Xin Zhuo tasted a sip of wine, it was not very delicious, it was too astringent, and it was bitter, so he had to push it aside and bow his head to feed Xiao Huang, and a heart had already flown to the entire manor, and he needed to sacrifice all the spirits for the first time.

At this time, Shangguan Fan Qing said with drunken eyes: "Senior brother, you have to tell us the truth, what is the matter with the tablets of the martial temples?" Our heart is up and down! ”

"It's rare for a junior disciple to value the inheritance of the teacher so much, and the rise and fall of the sect." Duan Dapeng's face was emotional.

Shangguan Fan Qing interrupted: "No! I just felt that it was dangerous, so I took my second brother and ran away to count the ball. ”

Duan Dapeng was stunned for a moment, scolded angrily in a low voice, and then said: "To tell you the truth, don't hide it from all the junior disciples, don't look at the eighteen sects are now magnificent, they are in the limelight for a while, and they are all small characters in front of my Ritian Sect!"

My Ritian Sect sat on the land of the nine peaks of the dragon vein of Bailing Mountain, and at its peak, there were really tens of thousands of disciples, which can be called the ancient immortal sect.

In the whole world, all over the world, no one is disrespectful, and no one dares to provoke easily! What was it like then? Alas! ”

"And then?"

Li Wumian was also aroused by strong interest, stopped pouring wine desperately, and burped.

"Later ......"

Duan Dapeng sighed: "I can only tell you that our Ritian Sect provoked a family that should not be provoked, and it is only a branch of that family in our small world.

That's a behemoth, the disciples recruited by the Eighteen Sects a few days ago, whether it is a divine body or an ancient bloodline, it is just a second-class product, compared to that family, alas, you still never want to know!

In short, Ritian Ancestor, fifteen disciples, and thousands of disciples almost died in the first battle, and only one disciple survived.

It's a pity, this disciple was so easy to survive until the last martial arts boom, with the sect, gradually improved, and was coveted by a group of sects, my ancestor, ancestor, master and three hundred fellow disciples died again! ”

Li Wumian was surprised: "So you're the only one left?"

Duan Dapeng sighed: "That's right! I was the only one left, a bowl was picked up by me, I fought eighteen people in that war, and I fought for three days and three nights, it can be described as a river of blood, how can I be outnumbered, the main mountain gate peaks are still robbed, only this courtyard remains, in order to repay the debt, it was also mortgaged to the elder Taishang, and now our day Tianzong is half borrowed and half rented! ”

Li Wumian was dumbfounded: "So miserable! Could it be that the name is too domineering, and the day is over, and the party has arrived? ”

Duan Dapeng was stunned for a moment, and took a sip of wine: "What you said is so fucking reasonable, it's just the name left by the ancestors, and it's not easy for us to change it, what do you say?"

It was Xin Zhuo and Shangguan Fan Qing who asked!

"When I say ball, it's really two-faced, clever words!"

Shangguan Fan Qing got up and pulled Xin Zhuo: "Second brother, go!" This place is ominous! ”

Duan Dapeng smiled, and was not annoyed: "Afraid of death?" It's already miserable like this, who cares about us? It's the safest now!

Stay, tomorrow, I will teach you a lesson, the old man faked his death and lived for two or three thousand years, from the emperor to the nine martial artists of the day after tomorrow, all of them know, all of them are not small, don't you want to take fewer detours?

And what is the decisive battle of Xianwu? You don't want to know? ”

Shangguan Fan Qing turned around and came back, sat down, and raised his glass: "Senior brother in charge, let's go!"

Xin Zhuo glanced at Duan Dapeng, but he was also a little curious.