Fu Huanjing no longer paid attention to the sloppy old man's soul homecoming, whether it was his mother's foreign land, and continued to travel away.

Walking to the foot of Canghuang Mountain, Fu Huanjing rarely showed a smile, which was quite rare!

"Little brother, you should be very hungry and thirsty all the way!" the owner of the teahouse stepped forward to ask Fu Huan Jing intimately.

"A little, a little. Fu Huan said dryly.

Entering the Forget Worries Teahouse, Fu Huanjing suddenly felt a sense of righteousness, the past is not asked, and the road ahead is not pointed.

The people in the rivers and lakes in the teahouse are of different shapes, each talking about their own things.

The more Xue Luofeng walked, the more she felt that something was wrong, "I seem to be begging Meng Po to save me, so I left, am I not looking for death?" Xue Luofeng had already died once, and he didn't want to die completely this time, so he ran back with a smile in his eyes,

"Meng Po, I was wrong just now, do you still save me" Xue Luofeng's face bloomed with joy at this time, as if she had seen something she liked, but she didn't know that there was a curse in her heart,

Meng Po nodded with satisfaction, but the words changed sharply, "Dear male slave, I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it"

As soon as Xue Luofeng heard this, her face suddenly fell, and she greeted her with a smile, "Dear Meng Po, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, there is no one, all the women in the world are less than one ten-thousandth of yours, the women in the world will look bleak in front of you, and you are the most shining star in my heart."

"I'll go, blue-haired, have you seen it, this kid's kung fu has surpassed us for at least tens of thousands of years, one by one" The red-haired imp exclaimed,

"Hey, it's really more human than human, no, it's really a ghost than a ghost, it's a ghost," the blue-haired little ghost sighed,

"Yo, I didn't expect my dear male slave, this little mouth is as sweet as touching candied fruit" Meng Po laughed and the flowers trembled, which woman in the world does not love beauty, which woman does not like others to praise her?

"Dear Meng Po, will you save me, I'm so pitiful" Xue Luofeng stretched out his hand and directly held Meng Po's slender hand, constantly shaking, constantly begging, Xue Luofeng felt that Meng Po's hand was very soft, as it looked, so smooth, without any rough feeling,

Meng Po's body trembled, I didn't expect Xue Luofeng to suddenly hold her hand, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Meng Po's face turned red all of a sudden, how many years? No man has ever touched his hand? How many years, has never had such a rapid heartbeat? This feeling should have been unrelated to himself, but at this time, there was a trace of ups and downs for the man in front of him?

I don't know how many years, my face has passed away, and I haven't been sincere to any man, even if it's the king of Hades, it's just a play, and now I actually found a heartbeat in a man who is not known how many years younger than me, Meng Po is like a little woman, a little panicked, her eyes are constantly flashing,

"What's wrong with Meng Po?" the blue-haired imp asked in surprise,

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen Meng Po with such an expression," the red-haired imp replied.

"Dear Meng Po......" Xue Luofeng kept begging, but Meng Po's thoughts didn't know where to go.

"Ah......" A scream brought Meng Po's thoughts back to reality, just like seeing that Xue Luofeng's body was about to explode, it had reached a critical point.

Meng Po's hand stretched directly into her arms, originally holding Xue Luofeng's hand, which was put into her arms, Xue Luofeng's hand was pulled by Meng Po, and suddenly entered Meng Po's arms, which happened to touch Meng Po's chest, at this time, Xue Luofeng was already in unbearable pain, and he couldn't take into account the softness and warmth of the chest, and the painful hands were moving,

Under this movement, Meng Po felt her body tremble, a flush appeared on her face, she snorted, and directly took out Xue Luofeng's hand, put her other hand into her arms, and took out the bowl, there seemed to be a viscous liquid in the bowl, showing bright red, like blood, I don't know what it is, but the taste makes people smell a faint jasmine fragrance,

The other hand let go of Xue Luofeng's hand, constantly swiping over the bowl, as if writing something, and there were words in his mouth, all of this was done in an instant, after Meng Po got these, the speed was like electricity, one hand held the bowl, and the other hand directly opened Xue Luofeng's mouth, at the moment when Xue Luofeng opened his mouth, Meng Po seized this opportunity and directly poured the liquid in the bowl down, a faint fragrance spread on the bridge, and all the little ghosts kept sniffing this fragrance.

This bowl of liquid entered Xue Luofeng's mouth, followed the mouth into Lin Ming's internal organs, and then flowed into the blood vessels in the body, circulating in the limbs, Xue Luofeng felt refreshed, his body became light and flexible, and the swollen body gradually dried up, like a deflated balloon, and finally dispersed all the air inside,

Lin Ming's body finally returned to its original appearance, this is an escape from death, it can also be said to be a blessing in disguise, Xue Luofeng almost cried with excitement, he really changed back, and he can finally get rid of the fate of pets, the women of the world are in their hands, Xue Luofeng showed a long-lost smile,

"Slave man, stay with me tonight" Meng Po smiled lightly and hooked Xue Luofeng's chin with her hand,

"It's a naked seduction," the blue-haired imp affirmed,

"Is there daylight here? the night sky is shrouded everywhere, and the fate of the slave boy is going to be sad" The red-haired imp looked into the deep sky, a few stars blinking boredly.

Fang Feng, who is now seventeen years old, although he is only one year older than his junior brother Fu Huanjing, he is already a young man who can be self-reliant.

Although Fang Feng's methods and means of self-reliance sound a little unique and strange, he specializes in robbing and helping the poor for a living. However, most of the time he was still doing good deeds, and a few times when he was drunk, he was drunk and mad, causing trouble and harming good people.

When Fang Feng's mother was still alive, she once taught him some physical skills of dancing knives and guns. For example, archery, marksmanship, knife skills, swordsmanship, and so on.

At that time, it was really hard to imagine that Fang Feng's biological mother, who looked extremely weak, actually had unusual insights and cognitions in terms of dancing knives and guns.

If you have to pick it out, the first thing to say is that the secret marksmanship of their Fang family's ancestors. Now Fang Feng's magic marksmanship was learned carefully and carefully from his biological mother.

It's just that the Fang family's ancestral Mangyuan Silver Spear has been destroyed by his mentor, the Secret Servant Futu, and the Divine Marksmanship that he has painstakingly practiced for ten years is useless.

Every day in the future, Fang Feng could only hold the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand, and he missed the sweet memories of himself and the Mangyuan Silver Spear in the past.

As for Fang Feng's biological father, Fu Huanjing, who is his junior brother, has never heard him mention it once. Maybe that's the softest place in the depths of his soul!

The silver spear in Fang Feng's previous hand was also inherited from his mother. According to his mother, this artifact was given to his mother by his biological father to protect himself. This was the first time Fang Feng realized that his father, who had never met him, was not a merciless person.

Fang Feng has been naughty and willful since he was a child, and he is a completely rebellious teenager in his bones.

It's just that when Fang Feng's mother was alive, he couldn't bear to worry about his mother all day long, and always pretended to be well-behaved and sensible. Since his mother died of illness, he no longer restrained his temperament and wandered the five borders of the fantasy world.

Being nosy is his biggest hobby, and he has been insisting on it for ten years.

In the past ten years, he has been in this huge five-way border of the illusory world, and he has been causing trouble. But he also did a lot of righteous deeds, and killed some evil spirits who were less shallower.

Only that time on the shore of the East China Sea, Fang Feng used the Mangyuan Silver Spear in his hand to whip the buttocks of the barbarian princess Meng Yingyan in the Valhalla of the Illusory Realm.

This seemingly fatal and terrible act made Fang Feng create some fame.

Since then, the place where Fang Feng has passed has been cultivated as an ordinary thief. As soon as you hear his name, even in this sunny noon, there will be a timidity and cold air in your heart.

Therefore, the people in the phantom world gave him Fang Feng a reputation as a "bandit killer".

Fang Feng is particularly fond of robbing and helping the poor, which should be more accurately called: robbing the big thief and helping the poor.

Fang Feng always likes to humiliate those robbers who occupy the mountains as kings, and do everything possible to rob them of the treasures and items in their hands, and then distribute them to some poor women and children free of charge.

In Fang Feng's rules of chivalry and righteousness, there are only those who can be robbed and those who can't be robbed, and there is no robbery or not, and whether they dare to rob or not.

Because it is also his nature to be bold and reckless.

Fang Feng was alone, and he had already taken more than 100 steps into this dense bamboo forest!

A small wooden house that is not very conspicuous slowly emerges from the dense forest.

The cabin wasn't very big, just enough for Fang Feng to live in. There was nothing left in the hut except for the dusty stove and bed.

Fang Feng casually leaned the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand against the edge of the bamboo wall. Then, he opened the package in his hand, looked at the glittering gold and silver jewelry inside, laughed twice, and then threw the package into the small box like garbage, leaned sideways against the door, looked at the blue sky through a gap in the dense leaves, and was silent for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set in the West Mountain, and the silver plate had been hung high in the air, and Fu Huanjing was stunned for half a day.

Fu Huanjing was not in a hurry to eat dinner, but took a leaf from his side at random and gently put it to his mouth, different from his out-of-tune humming, the sound he made with the leaves was as beautiful as a lark, like a nightingale, as if a breeze was coming, causing faint ripples on the surface of the lake of the soul.

The next day, when the wheel of the day was just flooded, Fu Huanjing had already packed up his things, carrying a silver gun and walking towards the mountain road, every day there will be different people walking on this mountain road, Fu Huanjing is very principled, if it is the old and weak women and children who walk, he will not only let them pass, but also help deal with the bandits and rogues who want to make a move.

If it was a merchant or official with a full stomach, he would stand by and watch, and even if someone made a raid, he would not take action, but would wait until these people got their hands and rob them.

Sitting on the branch of a big tree by the mountain road early, Fu Huanjing waited for his "prey" while pretending to sleep.

After a while, the sound of the wheels turning came into Fu Huanjing's ears from a distance, and the eyes that were sleeping opened a gap, revealing a hint of brilliance.

The sound of the carriage approached, Fu Huanjing skimmed slightly, then turned his head sideways, and no longer paid attention to it, the carriage passing by was extremely luxurious, even the servants who drove the carriage were wearing gold and silver, and there were even more than ten or twenty guards around, it seemed that it was the convoy of a big family, but the people on this road would never let go of such a big fish.

Sure enough, as Fu Huanjing expected, the carriage had already been stopped before it passed the big tree under his feet.

"Stop! This road is my territory, uncle, if you think about it, you must first honor and honor uncle!"

It was a one-eyed man in a short animal skin shirt who spoke, with a cold double-edged axe in his hand, and dozens of bandits with weapons stood behind him, sneering while slowly surrounding the convoy.

The guards of the convoy were also quite vegetarians, and immediately protected the people and things of the convoy, and a leader stepped forward to talk to the one-eyed man: "This friend, we have urgent business to travel, how about a convenient trip?"

As he spoke, he arched his hand to the big man, then took it into his arms, weighed a small bag embroidered with gold a few times, and threw it to the one-eyed man.

It seems to be quite upright, the one-eyed man smiled and caught the bag, checked it slightly, his brows immediately raised, and he didn't greet the leader, but started talking about something with a few thieves behind him.

Fu Huanjing, who was watching all this from the tree, showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered in his mouth: "Cut meat and feed the hungry tiger, this is to put yourself in." ”

The one-eyed man seemed to have finished his discussion, turned to the leader and showed a greedy smile and said, "Brothers, keep an eye on them all, don't let one go!"

"Oh!"

When the leader heard the big man's words, he immediately broke into a cold sweat, but he still mustered up the courage to drink: "You don't pay faith! I have obviously given you enough tolls!"

After hearing his words, the big man glanced at the bandits beside him, and then laughed: "Brothers, listen up! This stupid big man actually talks about faith and righteousness with the robbery, hahaha! I really laughed to death." ”

The leader blushed when he heard this, as if to hide his gaffe, and shouted with great fanfare: "Don't let them bully us! Pull out the guys for me! Teach these pranksters a good lesson!"

"Hmph! Who teaches who doesn't know!"

The big man sneered, and as soon as his big thick hand was raised, another wave of bandits emerged from the bushes behind him, and the blades that flashed cold reflected the greedy and bloodthirsty smiles of the bandits.

Just as the leader of the convoy kept praying in his heart, and the men under the big man were shrinking the encirclement step by step, a crisp voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Stop!"

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. The high place is not cold, dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, the low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This poem was originally written by a genius surnamed Su in the fantasy world, and when Fu Huanjing first read it, he only felt that it was clear and beautiful.

As the years go by, today's Fu Huan is holding the scroll and rewarding it again, and before he reads it, he is already in tears.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Fu Huanjing once heard Ruan Qingting, a witch in the human world, say that men and women in the world like to compare their beloved other half to the bright moon and a bronze mirror to send lovesickness. When they go to Chanjuan together, can they also see each other from a distance?

The bright moon on the horizon hangs over the night from ancient times to the present. I don't know how many people have looked forward to it.

Jiang flooded Xie Zhuang, to the month to be endowed.

Li Bai Wang Jian, pointing to the moon and singing.

Leaving a woman to recruit a husband, or an independent window, or shrinking into the cold.

Of course, there are also idlers who compose music and play a line of grievances and hatreds between the two places.

Now, you and I, master and apprentice, are in the troubled world of the illusionary world. Such a good night of the bow and jade wheel, those ancient chanting and sighing, how can they give away the lovesickness of the moon in this situation?

In the southerly direction of the phantom realm, there is a mountainous area, the mountain is high and strange, one of the peaks has the name of "a stone inserts into the sky, and the clouds are together", and later got the name of Qiyun Mountain, there are Baiyue, Wanshou, Gongri peaks near the left of Qiyun Mountain. Several emperors of the Southern Dynasty were tired of listening to metaphysical nonsense, and went to the Buddha Temple, and Emperor Wu of Liang gave up his life to Tongtai Temple four times, when Taoism was suppressed.

The people who taught the neutral and pure people had no intention of going to the temple, so they simply went to the outside of the people, and they opened mountains and established factions one after another, and rarely interacted with the court. Among them, Mr. Zhou and the students went to Qiyun Mountain, talking about the mystery all day long, serving Dan and paying poems, and the celebrities in the suburbs also made friends with each other, and became famous. There are also Shangqi Renxia people who smell the freedom of Qiyun Mountain, go up the mountain to visit, fencing with each other, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Qiyun Mountain's martial arts are flourishing.

Hundreds of years on the mountain bachelors, chivalrous and mixed, mountain people are often well versed in Huang Lao, and then often to Xuan said the sword, the qi tried the way, actually from the Zhuangzi seven articles to understand three sets of swordsmanship, and later was called "Qiyun swordsmanship" passed down to the present, Qiyun faction has no time.

Qiyun faction has been passed to the sixteenth person since there is a head, Lu Tonglu is sitting in the same hall with all the disciples at the moment, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the hall burns incense and lamps, sits down to drink and poems, a joy. Several young disciples were stepping on the carpet in the middle hall, dancing swords and worshipping the moon, pretending to be delicate, which attracted laughter from the audience.

A young man took his turn to write a poem, and when he saw that he was handsome and handsome, he said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, who in my faction is not the temperament of absenteeism, the bones of the prodigal, there is nothing to say, those who want to build mountains and books are blocked out, today is happy, and tomorrow I am afraid that I will die? ”

When he read Yue Ji, he smiled at the disciple who danced the sword, and drank a glass of wine. Suddenly applause, cheers, laughter rang out in the hall. This young man's name is Li Daiyu, and he is Lu Tong's eldest disciple, who is not rude, peaceful and smiling, and is very admired among the disciples.

Li took the rain to salute, sat down gracefully, and looked at the bright moon by the window at will.

To the northwest of Qiyun Mountain, is Gongri Peak, and here is the location of the classic Sword Pavilion of the Qiyun School. Said that the sword pavilion was built in the Tang Dynasty in the first year, and then repaired several times, that is, now more than 30 zhang high, the pavilion is obedient and hard.

There are a lot of martial arts classics in the pavilion, in addition, the scriptures, history, children, collection of books are complicated, and the corridor ring wall displays the calligraphy and painting treasures of the literati and skilled craftsmen of the past dynasties. It is said that the Sword Pavilion is embedded in the side of the peak, facing the mountain path on one side, and cutting the mountain on the other side.

At this time, there was really a person hanging on the cliff of Gongri Peak, and I saw that his clothes were upside down, and as soon as his wide sleeves fell, the person gently rose up a few feet. After another half an hour, on the eaves corner of the Sword Pavilion, the man took off his outer clothes, and put them into the package in half stacks and half balls, showing an indigo suit, and wearing a mask.

But I saw him walking lightly around the top of the huge pavilion, peeking towards the mountain path, the path was full of fallen leaves, and it stretched out to the empty courtyard under the eaves, which was very secluded. There are several clusters of chrysanthemums planted under the north wall, and they bloom yellow and white. The man in Tsing Yi was in a window facing the skew, leaning down and listening carefully on the tile, near and far, the insects chirped faintly, and there was no other sound.

Only then did he lean out of the window, but when he heard a squeak, the window page had been quietly opened by the man, and suddenly the moonlight leaked into the room, and the man in green clothes couldn't help but moan "ah".

I saw that in front of me was a small room with quaint furnishings, the west wall was a wooden bed, and the remaining three-way walls were full of calligraphy and paintings.

The young man looked frightened, his eyes forgot to blink, and his throat was dull. The man in Tsing Yi was stunned first, flashed his body quickly, bullied the young man's side, blocked his mouth, sealed the acupoint on the young man's chest, took out a small knife with the length of a finger, and put it up in front of the tip of the young man's nose, and said: "Don't make a sound, otherwise I will ......"

Saying that, the young man only felt that the palm pressed on his mouth was smooth and porcelainous, and it was slightly fragrant, and his heart flashed, and he stabilized his mind a little.

He nodded slightly, and as he was forced to leave, the young man exhaled tremblingly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Sister, are you here to admire the moon? Su Wenchan is quiet and quiet on the moon, that Chang'e is used to living, and she is naturally tired of the liveliness of some feasts, maybe tonight and this moment, the gods on the moon are on their first way here, and they want to shadow seven people with you and me!"

Before his voice sank, he continued: "Oh, isn't Sister Chang'e Aunt Chang'e?" It's really wonderful, such a steep cliff, only the gods can dance down from the moon, and in front of the window, the disciple is really flattered, speechless, incoherent!"

The man in Tsing Yi wanted to be frightened, but the young man called his sister first, first startled, and then listened to him talk in a fog, and couldn't help but feel funny, so he said coldly: "Why do you look like a talking book?

The young man said: "Your voice is so thin, and there is still a burst of incense on your body, isn't it a sister, is it not a sister-in-law? Or is it a grandmother? In short, grandma spared her life." ”

The man in Tsing Yi raised his hand, pretending to fight down, but he smiled and said, "Don't mention your grandma, I'm not that old." You..."

The young man rushed and said: "Sister, the sun and the moon are bright, the white life is still green, and the face of the sky is eternal, the sister's face must be beautiful, and it is covered by this green cloth and green cloth, but it is a violent thing." ”

The man in Tsing Yi was angry and laughed, and his curiosity aroused, and he asked, "How do you know my beauty?

The young man said: "My sister is a god in the sky, even if it is not a shy flower in the closed moon, then at least it is a sinking fish and a goose, right?"

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help laughing, his eyes were crooked, and he said, "Clever words... Lingse... Ask you, how did the kid get here?

The young man said cautiously: "I've been living here for nearly ten years, isn't this the one, is it the Sword Pavilion? ”

The man in Tsing Yi stared at the young man, groaned for a while, and said, "Live here, then you are from the Qiyun faction? I see that you kid is very good at talking, and I heard a lie, hmph! ”

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I also think so, the same art is about the same age, and it's not fun to be together." It's a pity that I just live here, and I clean and organize many books in the cabinet on weekdays, and I still copy letters, and it's not easy to talk. Sometimes when I am bored, I will read a book, or look out at the mountains, and sigh a few words: I am now at the top of the mountain, and I don't see the mountains small. If you want to make the mountains smaller, how much more upstairs? Although my husband is not expensive, he can do it with the monthly move. Immortals descend on the moon, and the green clothes are ethereal!"

The man in Tsing Yi still shook his head and said coldly: "Is nonsense really a lot? It's useless for you to say that the sky is falling, since you are taking care of books, you don't know where the books are, right?"

As he spoke, a hand touched the young man's throat early, and he noticed that the larynx was protruding, and his fingertips retracted slightly, and he squinted and thought for a moment. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, and gradually approached the door. In a panic, he casually solved the young man's acupoint.

The young man also listened, pointing to a wooden box, the man in Tsing Yi glanced at the Qianren cliff in the window, and hurriedly opened the lid of the box, and there was only a jacket and a few rags at the bottom of the four-foot box.

An old man came in and said, "Yu'er, the wine at today's feast is very mellow! ”

As he spoke, he put the wine on top of the table with a bowl of vegetables, and said with a suspicious smile: "Why do I smell the sweetness of a woman?"

The young man said: "I'm afraid that the woman in Mr.'s poem is fragrant and floats out, right? ”

The old man said with a smile: "Although Lao Su often depicts females recently, he needs to be more solemn when writing poems." ”

While smoothing the crumpled paper in his hand, he didn't forget to raise his eyes to look at the young man, and he read the poem Xiaoxiao. Its poetic conception is light and leisurely, and it is a masterpiece after the end of the article, and this old man is the poet Mei Yaochen in the early Song Dynasty.

Mei Yaochen was determined to live in the people's country, but he finally retreated to Qiyun Mountain, saying that the Sword Pavilion and the boy were neighbors, and he also slowed down his ambitions. Today, Lu Tong's banquet gathered the guests of the mountain door, and Mei Yaochen remembered this irreversible friend during the banquet, and brought back the wine and food.

Mei Yaochen talked to the young man again, and the banquet was lively, and he sat on the board bed. The young man was in the box and promised in his mouth. Mei Yaochen also asked the young man to sit down and said, "This is my fifth." It's been the Mid-Autumn Festival for the fourteenth time, and I've been sick lately, so I'm afraid I don't need to have a few more times. In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler. ”

After a while, Mei Yaochen said: "Compared with the moon that has been hanging for thousands of years, people can only be regarded as a red or dark spark in this life, so what do you want to illuminate? When I was like you, I was full of ambition and injustice in this mid-autumn, and I also believed that my life's ambition would eventually be done. But life is impermanent, and there are a few things in a life that can really fulfill your wishes, the woman who first admires, and the knowledge you often seek. When I was young, I memorized ancient books, and I forgot them so quickly. Imagine the moon at this time, the mountains and rivers and the stone and gravel will still be the same after thousands of years, but you and I will never be there. Today's era and dynasty will eventually pass, and it has finally been refined into the story of a few people by the history books, but you and I have also lived!"

"Drive up to the east gate and look at the Beiguo Tomb in the distance. Poplar He Xiao Xiao, pine and cypress Jiaguang Road. There are dead people under Chen, and the twilight is long. Sleep under the Yellow Spring, never sleep for a thousand years!"

Saying that, Mei Yaochen wiped away his tears, took out two cups from under the bed, didn't let the young man, and filled them himself, and said: "Since you were four or five years old, I taught you calligraphy and words in the mountains, and it has been seven years. Half of your relatives and half of your friends. Today, a glass of wine will be said goodbye to you. ”

The young man listened to Mei Yaochen talk a lot, and felt that something was wrong, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but tear up: "Why does Mr. want to leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "Today, Master Lu invited the guests on the mountain to a banquet, and it was also to talk about this. Recently, there will be a great change in the mountain, and we will have to wait for the guests to go down the mountain. I also thought about taking you down, but Master Lu insisted on not allowing it. ”

I don't know how much risk and setback Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie have experienced.

I don't know how Murong Luanjie's Dou Zhuan Jie is shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

In the end, the two found the spirit robe, and Fu Huanjing also broke through the realm as he wished and flew to Kunling.