Speaking of Fu Huanjing's marriage line, it is a long, long story.

After all, in Fu Huanjing's first two lives, he owed too many love debts on the cultivation path, and he had to repay them in the next life.

But Fu Huanjing, who was born with a wise root, drank an extra bowl of Meng Po soup when he crossed the Nai He Bridge, and then the marriage line died chicly.

In his previous life, he called Han Yan to cross the Nai He Bridge, but Fu Huan Jing held the treasure of the Heavenly Machine Stone in the Quartet in his hand, and he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of Fu Huan Jing.

For Fu Huanjing, the road ahead is still unclear, and it is really not very important.

However, for his best friend in the human world, Qin Yan, the road ahead is still there, but it is particularly important.

After all, Qin Yan, who had been deceived by his master Shang Miao, was already distraught to the bottom, and he was tired of the long road ahead.

A Jiazi passed and did not leave any traces on the face of Qin Yan, a close friend in the human world. This journey has left his heart scarred and painful.

"Fu Huanjing, I'm afraid you're making fun of a few of us! That fire-based spirit beast Tongtian Nine-headed Python is huge in size and fierce and abnormal. With your small body, I'm afraid it's not enough for it to fill the gaps between your teeth!" Zhuge Yunjue laughed heartily.

"Zhuge Yunjue, in your opinion, the size of the fanged wild elephant is huge enough! Little Brother Yun Jue, in this illusory realm, you don't need to think about it, the phantom spirit is just a phantom spirit for the rest of your life. Fu Huanjing said to Zhuge Yunjue with a little sarcasm.

While all the phantom spirit boys and girls were talking and laughing, Murong Luanjie deliberately let her own fire-based spirit beast Eight Desolation Purple Golden Phoenix kick Fu Huanjing into the muddy puddle with a strong kick.

"Five Thunderbolts of the Burning Sky!"

Fu Huanjing, who was covered in muddy water, got up from the puddle and immediately made a small killing move against the fire-based spirit beast.

How can he Fu Huanjing, his natal porcelain has already been broken, the bridge of immortality is broken, and the marriage line is dead.

Today's small killing move is not as powerful as one percent of the past, and it can't hurt that fire spirit beast in the slightest.

On the contrary, several young men and girls in brocade clothes around Fu Huanjing laughed at him even louder for his self-indulgent move.

"Haha! Fu Huanjing, do you want to laugh to death Young Master Ben?" Shangguan Feiyu rode his Four Seas Broken Lion and turned back and forth with a smile.

Fu Huanjing, who looks like a mud monkey, has long been accustomed to the cynicism of the brocade-clothed boys and girls around him.

After all, today's Fu Huanjing is already a down-and-out young master. On the day their Fu Huan family fell, he had already prepared for the worst and would not provoke the trouble of the Murong family's phantom spirit again.

But today, it was she Murong Luanjie who took the initiative to provoke herself, and the evil breath in Fu Huanjing's heart was really hard to swallow.

Seeing that he couldn't fight against Murong Luanjie, whose spiritual power was higher than his own, Fu Huanjing took it into his heart and shook the muddy water on his body at her to relieve his anger and hatred.

Murong Luanjie, who was the only daughter of Murong Qian, the Great Elder of the Illusory Realm, immediately whispered the spiritual power mantra in her mouth, causing her fire-based spirit beast Eight Desolations Purple Gold Phoenix to stretch out its wings, shield herself from the splash of muddy water, and bounce back to Fu Huanjing's body in reverse.

Seeing that Fu Huanjing was so humiliated by herself, Murong Luanjie grimaced at him, laughing at him for his incompetence and self-defeat.

"When things are endless, recite more mantras, and laugh at me!" The phantom of the wise master suddenly appeared next to the down-and-out Fu Huanjing and laughed.

"Master, you are not kind, are you! Sprinkle salt on the wounds of the students, look at you, this gentleman, you are not too particular!" Fu Huanjing said with a disgusted expression.

"Okay! I won't joke with you, Hu Han is in trouble, sir, I have to go and help him quickly. The phantom of the Wise Master vanished in a hurry.

"Thank you!" Fu Huan thanked him.

Fu Huanjing, who came back to his senses, didn't remember the conversation between Shicai and the wise master at all, and still shook off the muddy water all over his body.

"Let's go, Senior Sister Luanjie, don't be like this muddy subordinate, you really lose our identity as a nobleman in the illusory world. "The second senior brother of the Yunding Sword Sect, Yuwen Fu Ze, rode his own fire-based spirit beast Six Realms Floating Dust Jiao, and persuaded Senior Sister Luan Jie, who was still laughing.

"What the hell is the status of a fantasy world nobleman, it's not bullshit! Master, I Fu Huanjing, wasn't I a high-ranking fantasy nobleman before! But now I have also become a muddy man who is as humble as the earth! Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!" Fu Huanjing slapped the muddy water on his body hard, and said to the backs of several young men and girls in brocade clothes who were gradually moving away.

Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, walked slowly towards his home covered in blood after slashing all the phantom spirits that directly or indirectly harmed Yurou, the Fengqi Pavilion Wind and Dust Woman.

The torrential rain poured down, as if to wash away all the filth and ugliness of this illusory world, and restore all living beings to a clean and good illusory world.

On the way home of Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, he happened to meet Li Mutong, the city lord of Yin Ran City.

Seeing that Zeng Yao, the turtle prince of Fengqi Pavilion, was covered in blood, holding his own Thunder Cloud Digging Axe. The government officials around the city lord Li Mutong hurriedly escorted him to the carriage and left in a hurry.

Because her mother Yurou has been missing for many days, Qiqi, a girl about seven years old, was taken to her home by the turtle father Zeng Yao and lived with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it took, the turtle Gong Zeng Yao finally returned to his home alive, and the faithful slave skunk in the house slept very sweetly, waving his hand from time to time and slapping the very naughty spirit fly phantom insects.

On the turtle Gong Zeng Yao's own bed, the spirit boy Qiqi was lying on her side, a pair of immature little hands, hugging each other tightly, as if praying for the spirits of the illusion world to let her mother Yurou return safely as soon as possible.

Zeng Yao, the exhausted turtle father, took a puff of dry tobacco, stretched out his right hand, and put the rainy Lin Yunjue in the palm of the spirit child Qiqi's palm.

Because the spirit child Qiqi was too familiar with Lin Yunjue, who was close to her mother, Yurou, and mistakenly thought that her mother had returned safely, she held the right hand of the turtle prince Zeng Yao tightly and refused to let go for a long time.

Seeing a long-lost smile on the face of the spirit boy Qiqi, Guigong Zeng Yao's heart suddenly felt like a knife, blaming himself for his incompetence, which led to Yurou's death.

The rain and fog dissipated, the stars rose at night, and the turtle prince Zeng Yao looked up at the window, and unexpectedly found that the illusion world tonight was much more pleasing to the eye than what he had seen before.

Isn't being kind to the strange spirits in the illusory world being kind to ourselves!

Because the turtle prince Zeng Yao blamed himself too much, he thought that he was not qualified to raise the spirit boy Qiqi, so he transferred it to his best friend Murong Qian to take care of him.

Although the spirit boy Qiqi was more than seven years old at the time, his adoptive father Murong Qian used his supreme illusion spell to erase all his painful memories.

Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, took his loyal servant Skunk, withdrew from the rivers and lakes and retreated to the forest, never to do the despicable deeds that harmed others.

Today's Murong Luanjie is the original spirit boy Qiqi. Everything has its own providence in the dark.

Ao Rui, the storyteller of the Fuchen Teahouse, said to Jing Tianming, who loves to listen to the stories of Xianxia.

For Qin Yan, a close friend in the human world, the road ahead is still very important. For Fu Huanjing, the sky is above, and there is nothing more than that.

After all, only when the sky is still above, Fu Huanjing can follow the direction of his heart, go to the depths of the Netherworld North Sea, and rescue his father Fu Huanxiong.

That's all for it, the marriage line is dead, and the down-and-out rope is tied up.

As for the rumored down-and-out rope in the fantasy world, Fu Huanjing has never responded positively to this matter, and has been hiding it for a long time.

After all, he Fu Huanjing is not a livestock like a dog, how can he tolerate being pulled by an invisible rope for the rest of his life.

The word fetters were originally intended to be used in the game of the Genting Sword Sect, which was later the "Genting Game" that everyone in the fantasy world talked about.

However, the way of heaven is difficult to disobey, and the seemingly unruly rope will still be tied to Fu Huanjing for the rest of his life.

The sky is above, and what he is talking about is not a set of boxing techniques, but a chess piece in the precious life and death game.

That chess piece was originally a fish in the East China Sea, and after the fish jumped over the dragon gate, it got a great fortune.

Originally, the fish incarnated into a human form and practiced the tribulation, and there was a great hope of attaining enlightenment.

However, there are thousands of words in the world, but only love words hurt people the most.

The fish was very fortunate to worship under the door of Zixuanyang and practice the avenue.

One day, Master Zi Xuanyang ordered the fish to go down the mountain to practice, and it was necessary to pick up a worldly relationship, and then let it go before he could break the catastrophe and fly across.

Love, it's easy to pick up, but it's too difficult to put down.

The fish was deeply in love, did not return to the mountain gate, and lived a comfortable life of envy of mandarin ducks and not immortals.

Since the tail fish thinks that he can decide his own life and death, then let him become a fish in the life and death game of the treasure!

The reason why Master Zi Xuanyang would be so ruthless was because he didn't want to disobey his own orders.

The sky is above, there is love in the world, and the water is deep!

"Sir, what do you mean by saying that the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, his destiny comes with the Immortal Bridge?"

"Tianming, that is a superstitious saying in ancient times, that is, some people are not very good in life, and they must ask someone to do a ritual and build a bridge of immortality, so that they can live a long life and live a safe life. Ao Rui, who responded to requests, patiently explained with a folding fan in his hand.

Sedum Tianming accidentally discovered that the pendant of the folding fan in Mr. was the Tianji Stone he was talking about.

Mr. had never had a pendant on that folding fan before, so why was it tied today? Jing Tianming didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to ask, after all, it might be related to the luck of the Heavenly Dao.

Fu Huanjing saw that directly in front of him, there was a young snake swallowing his tail vigorously, so he stopped and looked puzzled.

"Why is this so?" Fu Huanjing asked with a confused scratch of his head.

"The beginning, but also the end. The young snake replied as if pointed.

Before he could continue to ask, the young snake ran into the weeds on the side of the road and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a green-shirted sword immortal floated in, which shocked Fu Huanjing.

"Could it be that the immortals have something to tell me?" Fu Huanjing asked tentatively.

"Shut up! The immortal has something to say to you, not because you are worthy, you have the qualification to reach the sky. It's just a coincidence, what do you have to show off, you boy!" Feng Yuanling said in a heartlake.

"I didn't ............ either," Fu Huanjing immediately retorted.

Before he Fu Huanjing could say the fourth word, the Sword Immortal Feng Yuan Ling had a wisp of sword qi and lit his dumb acupoint, and he couldn't make a sound in an instant.

"Listen carefully!" said Sword Immortal Fengyuan Ling.

"Yo he! This world has become a little faster! A little sword immortal can be arrogant like this!" Lin Sheng, the first person in the martial arts, fell from the tree and said a yin and yang strange qi.

"Lin Sheng, the immortal has something to say to you, it has nothing to do with you, don't look for trouble!" the Sword Immortal Wind Source Spirit Sword reminded.

"Wind Great Sword Immortal, the sword intent of you, a sword path refiner, is a bit impure!" Martial God Lin Sheng said with a smile.

"Lin Sheng, although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but today I Feng Yuanling is unwilling to compete with you for high and low. "Sword Immortal Wind Source Spirit closed his eyes and raised his spirit.

"What a big breath!Buddha Chan, do you still want to hide behind the sword?" said the old man of Wen Sheng to the disciples of the Buddha in the shadows.

"Dao Ancestor, how long do you want to hide in the small world?" Buddha Chan asked, holding the Buddha beads in his hand.

"Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, three religions and nine streams, isn't it very good! You idlers, are you really so leisurely?" said Dao Zu as he held his beard and turned into a small world.

Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master who was sitting on the ground, had the right to put himself in the realm of dreams, thinking carefully about how there could be sword immortals, martial gods, literary saints, Taoist ancestors, Buddhas and the like in his memory hall.

"Martial God, Wen Sheng, Dao Ancestor, Buddha Chan, the four most holy in the human world, it's amazing! My Sword Immortal Feng Yuan Ling has something to say, and the Immortal has something to say to you, do you hear?" Sword Immortal Feng Yuan Ling roared with a sword call.

"It's not amazing, it's not a competition of who's loud enough, loud enough. Instead, he speaks by his ability, and the younger generation is still the younger generation after all. Martial God Lin Sheng said disdainfully.

"Lin Sheng, what you say is a bit far, the three sects are the three sects, what is the matter with his mother. Old Man Wen Sheng said with some displeasure.

"Wensheng senior, there are a lot of fake drunkenness! That sentence was said by the Dao Ancestor senior, why do you blame the Martial God senior?" Fu Huanjing, who had been silent for half a sentence, interjected.

"Ignorant toddlers, it doesn't matter what we say, what matters is what you choose to listen to. The Wise Master appeared.

"Master, that's not what you said, three years old is eighty!" Jing Tianming whispered.

It's messed up, it's messed up, it's all fucking messy.

When he woke up, the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing only felt that his mind had exploded, and the entire illusion world was in chaos.

A tiny phantom speaks to you, and you can act as if you didn't hear anything. But now that the immortals have something to say to you, how can you still turn a deaf ear?

The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing will continue to be down-and-out after all. The impulse of the moment may take the rest of your life to correct and repair, and the gains outweigh the losses!

For the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, the immortals will definitely not deceive people. Of course, the immortals in the realm of illusion will not deceive the phantoms.

However, the Sword Immortal Feng Yuanling, this immortal, wanted to disappoint Fu Huanjing once.

"Hun boy, how about learning swords from me?" Sword Immortal Feng Yuanling asked Huan Jing with his heart.

"Sword Immortal senior, is this what you call an immortal to say to you?" Fu Huan said in surprise.

"Of course, you muddy boy, what do you think it will be?" asked Sword Immortal Feng Yuanling with a smile.

"The younger generation doesn't know, but I always feel that it's not about learning swords. Oh, by the way, dare to ask the seniors, what are the benefits of learning swords?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Hun boy, if there is no benefit, don't you want to learn?How much you benefit, or whether you have it or not, is it really that important?"

"The seniors may not know that the younger generations have had a deep hatred of blood since childhood. If learning the sword is not beneficial to the juniors' own cultivation, the juniors will naturally not feel the slightest interest. After all, I can't afford to be early! I hope that the seniors can understand this little bit of caution of the younger generations. Fu Huanjing explained.

"Like-minded people hate the sky short, and the words are not speculative for more than half a sentence. I can't imagine that you, a muddy boy, have such a big utilitarian heart at such a young age. It's better if you don't want to learn the sword, it's better than the sword heart will collapse and the soul will be scattered in the future. "Sword Immortal Fengyuan was furious.

Without waiting for Fu Huanjing to ask for a reason, the Sword Immortal senior disappeared.

Obviously, the collapse of the sword heart is a deceptive word of the immortals. It's just that the young Fu Huanjing doesn't have any experience in walking the rivers and lakes, so it's really hard to notice.

Therefore, immortals will also deceive people, how can Fu Huanjing trust anyone?

Is it difficult to cross the netherworld? It varies from person to person! It shouldn't be difficult for him to Murong Qian.

That's all he says, the down-and-out rope, the old housekeeper.