Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong died and flew to the outer heavens. Originally, he planned to go to find out why the largest mansion in the Cape Yuluo Blessed Land, why the Ziyuan Mansion had changed for so long, and the matter ended without a problem.

The Yunding Sword Sect in the blessed land of Haijiao Yuluo, everyone up and down, held a grand sacrificial ceremony for Fu Ruoxiong, the ancestor of the mountain.

The statue hanging in the ancestral hall is particularly deserted, and he is very lonely as a red dust fairy Fu Ruoxiong.

In the blessed land, up and down the mountain, countless rivers and lakes sects and temple families rushed to the Yunding Sword Sect with stars and moons, and fast horses.

Everyone gathered at the foot of Fangcun Mountain, all of them bowed their heads and listened to the bell.

Not all people who come have the qualifications to go up the mountain to pay their respects. Put aside this book flag in the world, except for the master of the sect and the two disciples of the founding mountain, those who trespass on the top of the clouds, die!

The two of them were in a column, and they were led up the mountain by the Taoist children one after another, and walked into the ancestral hall of the patriarch to offer condolences and incense.

Spring is full of greenery, birds are chirping, and white sails are swaying.

The bell roared, shaking the birds and birds on the branches, flying away, and never looking back.

The wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu was used to parting with life and death, and he didn't have that heart-rending feeling for the sudden death of the "old and not ashamed" Fu Ruoxiong.

Dead, just dead. In the world, who can hide? Going up to the mountains to practice is just a few hundred more boring years.

I saw Fu Yuanqiu dressed in a white robe, with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry or impatient, and walked slowly towards the ancestral hall.

Previously, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu held his head in his hands and walked leisurely across the Lingyang Stone Bridge. Later, I found that the Yunding Sword Sect, which was very lively and full of sword energy in the past, is really lonely today!

At the end of the stone bridge, there are two big characters printed on a stone tablet - "square inch".

The word "square inch" is the easiest to understand, but also the most difficult to understand, and even more difficult to grasp.

Easier said than done, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu had a deep understanding, so he didn't say much about the mystery.

In addition to the arrival of the eight famous and upright families, the thirteen people of the scattered cultivation lineage really did not fall all of them! Such a rare thing made everyone present disgusted.

Before Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong was alive, he was very close to these thirteen people, so there was no such thing as good and evil.

Rice thief, autopsy fairy, curtain red crisp hand, porter, coffin bearer, mountain patrol envoy, dressing female official, knife catcher, word master, he Han, Nanhai lone horseman, sewing man, book man.

Zhang Yu, the ancestor of loose cultivation, is at the top of the list of loose cultivation, good at picking up leaks, still like corpses, and his cultivation realm is comparable to that of Daozu and his old man.

"Scattered Cultivator Ancestor, aren't you dead thoroughly?" everyone was stunned and exclaimed.

"You're not entirely right, it's more than half dead. On that day, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly End Pavilion Cave Heaven Hu Chaozhen poured out his sword, which indeed cut off the foundation of my cultivation avenue, so that I could only stop at the Fourteen Realms in this life. What do you think is the difference between me, who is surviving with despair, and the dead bones on the northern ice field?"

"Bad luck!" everyone didn't sympathize, and they all spat on the ground and said disgustingly.

Nanhai lone rider Lang Ao Pi, ranked eleventh in the line of loose cultivation, although he is the lord of the South China Sea, he is an old onmyoji, and he is the first in the world in the ability to cause trouble.

After all, the "Shoulder Slapping Emperor" Ao Thunder, that is a terrifying existence that he dared to pat the God Emperor Zhuge Yunting on the shoulder a few times back then.

"Isn't it a Taoist cultivator who cultivates loose cultivation? Isn't it worthy to practice Taoism and become a Buddha and become an immortal?"

"Demonic face?" asked the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu, holding the thunderbolt wooden sword in his hand.

"Little calf nose, they covet my handsomeness one by one, blame me?" Ao Li, who was surrounded by seven or eight mural fairies, smiled helplessly.

"Little Eleven, this behavior is a bit excessive! Today, your kid dares to have fun in front of my best friend's spirit, and my big brother will ride the crane immortal tour tomorrow, won't you kid want to jump on my grave?"

When the old friend immortal dies, how can he not be in pain when he scatters his ancestors?

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Many years ago, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu first met the "old and not ashamed" Dongxuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong, and the scene was warm and tight.

In the early spring, everything recovers, and Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong is rarely idle, fishing by the stream.

The wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu was refining his light martial arts cultivation, and he had no intention of disturbing Fu Ruoxiong, but he was a little bit of water and scattered the fish.

Because Fu Ruoxiong's face looked like his own suddenly passed away master, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu fell into the murmuring stream without paying attention.

Subsequently, Fu Ruoxiong picked up the rod, collected the fishing gear, and laughed lightly.

"Laughing, when I am a wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu, walking the rivers and lakes, I don't want to lose face?" Fu Yuanqiu said with a sword threat.

"Little brother, face, this thing is earned! It was earned by a great victory that moved the rivers and lakes. However, the rivers and lakes are a place with the best memory, but also the worst. From this point of view, is the face of you and me in the rivers and lakes really that important?" Fu Ruoxiong said earnestly.

Fu Yuanqiu was silent, and then followed Fu Ruoxiong up the mountain to the Yunding Sword Sect, and no longer went down the mountain to fight for righteousness.