Chapter 525 – The splendor and hegemony of the Ritian Sect back then
Chapter 525 – The splendor and hegemony of the Ritian Sect back then
The melodious and melodious sound of the Xiao resounded throughout the entire manor, and in the mist, the dreamlike woman, with her delicate fingers flying and white clothes floating, was like an exiled immortal descending to the earth.
I do not know where to fly a group of colorful butterflies, fluttering around.
Like a beautiful painting!
Until the end of the song, the beautiful people have gone, still the aftermath of the sound curls up, a long time.
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, this woman’s realm is very high, at least he could not see the high and low.
A landlord and a Tai Shang Elder?
On the side of the Shangguan Fanqing listened as if he was mesmerized, and only after a while did he come back to his senses, hit a jolt, organized his hair in a bun, and said: ”There is actually such a woman in the world? It just …… happened that we came, it just happened that she was blowing, is there such a coincidence in the world? Is she deliberately observing us? This damn handsome!”
“Brother Shangguan is afraid that he is overthinking it.”
Li Wumian straightened his lapel and smiled bashfully, that look clearly felt that the fairy must have been looking at him more than once, he was experienced, just like the Senior Niang, Eldest Sister and a few sisters in a certain town back then, he always had a kind of charm that outsiders couldn’t comprehend.
A bowl stared wide-eyed and said, “Sister Zhao Yi Master blows a song at this hour every day, rain or shine, it has nothing to do with you.”
“Zhao Yi Lord? Good name!”
Shangguan Fanqing waved his sleeves and cupped his fists in a salute: “Senior brother and sister, please also assign bedrooms and prepare a table of good food, the three of us who are initiated, we should more or less pay homage to our ancestors, right?”
Li Wumian also said: “This is reasonable!”
A bowl desperately blinked his eyes, just now you guys still looked dissatisfied, why have you changed your nature now?
On the contrary, it was Duan Dapeng who stroked his beard with an inscrutable and confident look.
……
Nightfall.
Ritian Sect, Hall of All Martial Artists.
Duan Dapeng brought Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fanqing and Li Wumian to offer incense to the Ancestor Master, and as soon as they stepped through the door of the hall, the three of them were shocked –
From top to bottom, there were thousands of plaques, the topmost of which was naturally the Ritian Sage, under which there were three people from the Yuan Extreme Realm, twelve people from the Five Decays of Celestial Beings, thirty-nine people from the Hunyuan Void, eighty people from the Spiritual Terrace Realm, one hundred and fifty people from the Yang Realm, eight hundred people from the Yin Void, and more than 2,000 people from the Earthly Immortal Realm!
Densely packed tablets, although scrubbed clean, but gives a thousand years of frustration and unspeakable pathos.
Worshipping the ancestors this kind of thing is obviously sacred, Duan Dapeng can’t create something out of nothing, nonsense, and can’t be prepared in advance to fool people, it’s completely meaningless.
So, the Ritian Sect was really brilliant back then?
After three incense and nine kowtows, Shangguan Fanqing’s mind shook and asked Duan Dapeng: “Where did so many of the sect’s experts go? Why is it just the two of you?”
“To be exact, there’s only me!” Duan Dapeng changed from his previous hangdog and unreliable self and shook his head: “Forget it! Let’s go eat!”
Although Xin Zhuo’s trio was puzzled in their hearts, they couldn’t be bothered to get to the bottom of it.
To the side hall “Si Yun Hall”, a bowl has been set up a table barely still sumptuous dinner, old hen soup, mushrooms, truffles, river fish, pork, ten steamed buns, but the amount is too small, obviously a bowl out to find.
Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why Duan Dapeng said that three disciples are enough, only afraid of more people, food consumption is too large, can not afford to feed.
Shangguan Fanqing and Li Wumian glanced at each other, but it does not matter, hungry habit, barely able to be satiated on the line, just coughed and said: “Fairy does not come, we have no intention to eat and drink!”
“Puh–“
Little loli a bowl of laughter out, whispered: “Zhao Yi Lord sister does not eat, she only eat mountain fruits, drink flower dew!”
“How …… dare you treat yourself so poorly?”
Li Wumian had a grave face, “Even if I die right away, even if I look down on life, I won’t allow such a simple and lovely girl to treat herself so unlovingly, I’ll go and bring her food!”
Picking up the old hen soup and three steamed buns, he wanted to go out.
“You his mother ……” Shangguan Fanqing was dumbfounded: “Shameless! Truly the blue is better than the blue!”
“Wait!”
Duan Dapeng stopped Li Wumian, stroked his beard, and narrowed his eyes: “The Taishang Elder’s temper isn’t too good, and he doesn’t like to get close to people, so it’s better not to ask for trouble!”
“That’s not true!”
Li Wumian said with a face of I have a different opinion: “People are iron, rice is steel, even if the temper is bad, the rice must always be eaten.”
Duan Dapeng leisurely said: “Last time the small martial arts Dao bloomed, I accepted a male disciple, this person was bent on pleasing the Supreme Elder, and as a result, he was beheaded by the Supreme Elder with a sword, and his head still hangs by the crescent moon gate in the backyard!”
Li Wumian was stunned for a moment, and returned to the table in a flat and watery manner, putting down the chicken soup: “Eat it while it’s hot!”
A few pieces of steamed bread down, half of the dishes eaten, drunkard Li Wumian has long held up Duan Dapeng hand brewed burnt knife wine altar cattle drink, Shangguan Fanqing and Duan Dapeng also pushed the cups, senior brother long, senior brother short open.
Completely no clan should have the precepts and constraints.
Xin Zhuo tasted a mouthful of wine, not too good to drink, too astringent, bitter, had to push to the side, low head to feed the little yellow, while a heart has long flown to the entire manor, he needs to be the first time all of the spirit sacrifice again.
At this time Shangguan Fanqing drunken eyes hazy said: “senior brother, you must be honest with us, that the masses of martial arts temple tablets is what happened? This heart of ours is in a state of flux!”
“It’s rare that senior brother places such importance on the lineage of the master and the rise and fall of the clan.” Duan Dapeng’s face was emotional.
Shangguan Fanqing interrupted: “No! I just think that if there’s danger, I’ll take my second brother and run away to count the balls.”
Duan Dapeng was stunned for a moment and cursed angrily in a low voice before he said, “To be honest, I won’t hide it from you all, don’t look at the eighteen sects nowadays, they are all small characters in front of my Ritian Sect!
My Ritian Sect was sitting on the nine peaks of the White Spirit Mountain Dragon Vein, when it was in its heyday, there were really tens of thousands of disciples, which can be called the ancient Immortal Sect.
The whole world, the four seas and eight barren places, no one disrespect, no one dares to easily provoke! What kind of scenery was it at that time? Alas!”
“And then?”
Li Wumian was also aroused with a strong interest and stopped desperately pouring wine and burped.
“Later ……”
Duan Dapeng let out a long sigh: “I can only tell you that our Ri Tian Sect messed with a family that shouldn’t be messed with, and it’s still just that family’s branch in that small world of ours.
That’s a behemoth, the disciples recruited by the eighteen sects the other day, divine body or ancient bloodline, are just second class goods, compared to that family, alas, it’s better for you guys to never know!
In short, Ritian Old Ancestor and fifteen disciples, thousands of disciples, almost died in one battle, only one disciple survived.
Unfortunately, ah, this disciple easily meteoric kick to the last martial arts heyday, with the clan, gradually have a rise, and then by a group of sects coveted the mountain gate, my great master ancestor, master ancestor, master and three hundred fellow disciples once again dead!”
Li Wumian was surprised: “So only you are left?”
Duan Dapeng let out a long sigh: “That’s right! Only one person left me, a bowl is what I picked up, that war I fought eighteen people, the whole fight for three days and three nights, can be said to be a river of blood, how can we not be outnumbered, the main peaks of the mountain gate or be robbed, only one compound left, in order to repay the debt, but also mortgaged to the supreme elders, now we are half borrowed and half rented Ritian Zong!”
Li Wumian was dumbfounded: “So miserable! Could it be that the name is too overbearing, Ritian, was square to?”
Duan Dapeng was stunned for a moment, and took a sip of wine: “That makes too much fucking sense, it’s just that the name left behind by our ancestors, we can’t change it, what do you guys say?”
The question was asked by Xin Zhuo and Shangguan Fanqing!
“I say ball, really two-faced and clever!”
Shangguan Fanqing got up and pulled Xin Zhuo: “Second brother, go! This place is ominous!”
Duan Dapeng laughed and wasn’t annoyed: “Afraid of death? We’re already in such a miserable state, who cares about us? This is the safest place to be!
Stay, tomorrow, I’ll give you a lesson, old man faked his death to live for two or three thousand years, up to the great emperor, down to the Houtian ninth grade martial artist, no one knows, no one is small, do not you want to take the wrong path?
And what is that dueling immortal martial arts? You guys don’t want to know?”
Shangguan Fanqing turned around and came back, sat down, and raised his cup: “Sect Master, go one!”
Xin Zhuo glanced at Duan Dapeng and was born with a bit of curiosity.
(End of chapter)