Chapter 525 The glory and tyranny of Ritian Sect in those days

Author: Beginning of Summer Rebirth

Chapter 525 The glory and tyranny of Ritian Sect in those days

The melodious and melodious Xiao sounded throughout the manor, and in the mist, a dreamlike woman, with her slender fingers flying and her white clothes fluttering, was like a banished immortal descending to earth.

A group of colorful butterflies flew from nowhere and danced around.

Like a beautiful picture!

Until the song ends and the beauty has gone, the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while and realized that this woman was of a very high level, at least he couldn't tell her level.

Landlord and Supreme Elder?

Shangguan Fan Qing listened in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He trembled, adjusted his bun, and said: "Is there such a woman in the world? It's just... we happened to be here, and she happened to be here.

Blow flute, are there such coincidences in the world? Is she deliberately observing us? She is so damn handsome!"

"Brother Shangguan, I'm afraid you've thought too much."

Li Wumian adjusted his clothes and smiled calmly. His expression clearly suggested that the fairy must look at him twice. He has experience, such as the junior wife, senior sister and several sisters in a certain town.

He always has a charm that outsiders cannot understand.

Yi Wan opened his eyes wide and said, "Sister Zhao Yizhu plays the flute every day at this time, rain or shine, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Zhao Yizhu? What a good name!"

Shangguan Fan Qing waved his sleeves, cupped his fists and saluted: "Senior brother and sister, please allocate dormitories and prepare a table of good food. The three of us are going to start. How about paying homage to our ancestor?"

Li Wumian also said: "This statement makes sense!"

I blinked my eyes desperately, you looked dissatisfied just now, why have you changed your gender now?

Duan Dapeng, on the other hand, was stroking his beard, looking enigmatic and confident.

…

Night falls.

Ritian Sect, Zhongwu Hall.

Duan Dapeng took Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian to offer incense to the Patriarch. As soon as they stepped into the palace gate, the three of them were shocked——

There are thousands of tablets from top to bottom. The one at the top is naturally the Ritian Saint. Below him are three people in the Yuanji realm, 12 people in the Wushen realm of heavenly beings, 39 people in the Hunyuanxu realm, 80 people in the Lingtai realm, and 80 people in the Yangtai realm.

One hundred and fifty people are real, 800 are yin-deficient, and there are more than 2,000 people in the earthly fairyland!

The densely packed memorial tablets, although scrubbed clean, still give people a sense of thousand-year longing and unspeakable sadness.

Worshiping the ancestor is obviously sacred. Duan Dapeng cannot make up something out of thin air, talk nonsense, nor can he prepare it in advance to fool people. It is completely meaningless.

So, was the Ritian Sect really glorious back then?

After three incense offerings and nine kowtows, Shangguan Fan Qing's mind wavered and he asked Duan Dapeng: "Where have all the masters from the sect gone? Why are there just the two of you?"

"To be exact, I'm the only one!" Duan Dapeng changed his previous careless and unreliable attitude and shook his head: "Forget it! Let's go eat!"

Although Xin Zhuo and the others were confused, they couldn't get to the bottom of it.

When we arrived at the side hall "Siyun Hall", a bowl of a barely lavish dinner was already placed on the table, including old hen soup, mountain mushrooms, truffles, river fish, pork, and ten steamed buns. The quantity was just too small, obviously.

I found the bowl outside.

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why Duan Dapeng said that three disciples were enough. He was afraid that if there were too many people, the food consumption would be too much and he would not be able to feed them.

Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Wumian looked at each other. It didn't matter. They were used to being hungry. It was just enough to be full. They just coughed and said, "If the fairy doesn't come, we have no intention of eating or drinking!"

"puff--"

The little Loli laughed out loud after eating a bowl, and whispered: "Sister Zhao Yizhu doesn't eat, she only eats wild fruits and drinks flower dew!"

"Actually...I treat myself so badly?"

Li Wumian had a solemn look on his face, "Even if I die soon, even if I look down on life, I still won't allow such a simple and lovely girl to be so unloving. I'm going to bring her food!"

After picking up the old hen soup and three steamed buns, I was about to go out.

"His mother-in-law..."

Shangguan Fan Qing was dumbfounded: "Shameless! It's really better than the old!"

"Wait a minute!"

Duan Dapeng stopped Li Wumian, stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes: "The Supreme Elder has a bad temper. He doesn't like to get close to others, so don't ask for trouble!"

"That's wrong!"

Li Wumian looked like he had a different opinion and said: "People are like iron, and food is like steel. No matter how bad your temper is, you still have to eat."

Duan Dapeng said leisurely: "The last time Xiaowu Dao flourished, I accepted a male disciple. This man was bent on pleasing the Supreme Elder, but he was beheaded by the Supreme Elder with a sword. His head is still hanging by the Crescent Moon Gate in the backyard!"

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

After a few steamed buns and half-eaten vegetables, the drunkard Li Wumian had already picked up Duan Dapeng's hand-made Shaodaozi wine jar and drank from it. Shangguan Fan Qing and Duan Dapeng also exchanged cups for cups.

There is absolutely no respect and restraint that a sect should have.

Xin Zhuo took a sip of the wine and found it was not very good, too astringent and bitter, so he had to push it aside and lowered his head to feed Xiao Huang. His heart had already flown to the entire manor, and he needed to sacrifice all the spirits as soon as possible.

At this time, Shangguan Fan Qing drunkenly said, "Brother, you must tell us the truth. What's going on with the memorial tablets in the martial arts temples? I'm very worried!"

"It's rare that junior brother attaches great importance to the inheritance of the master and the rise and fall of the sect." Duan Dapeng said with emotion on his face.

Shangguan Fan Qing interrupted: "No! I just think that if there is danger, I will take my second brother to run away and calculate the ball."

Duan Dapeng was startled for a moment, cursed angrily in a low voice, and then said: "To be honest with you fellow juniors, regardless of the current glory and grandeur of the Eighteen Sects, they are all juniors in front of our Ritian Sect!

Our Ritian Sect used to sit on the nine peaks of the Dragon Vein of Bailing Mountain. At its peak, there were literally tens of thousands of disciples, and it could be called an ancient immortal sect.

In the whole world, no one is disrespectful, and no one dares to provoke him easily! How beautiful was it then? Alas!"

"What happened next?"

Li Wumian was also aroused with strong interest. He stopped drinking wine and burped.

"later……"

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

That is a behemoth. The disciples recruited by the Eighteen Sects a few days ago, regardless of their divine bodies or ancient bloodlines, are just second-class goods. Compared to that family, alas, you'd better never know!

In short, Patriarch Ritian and his fifteen disciples, thousands of sect members, were almost killed in one battle, and only one disciple survived by luck.

It's a pity that this disciple managed to survive until the last flourishing era of martial arts. With his sect, he gradually started to improve, and was coveted by a group of sects. My great master, master, master and three hundred fellow sects once again

Death!"

Li Wumian said in surprise: "So you are the only one left?"

Duan Dapeng sighed: "That's right! I was the only one left, and I picked up the bowl. In that battle, I fought with eighteen people for three days and three nights. It was like a river of blood. I was outnumbered, and the main gates were blocked. Feng was still robbed, and only this courtyard was left. In order to repay the debt, it was mortgaged to the Supreme Elder, and now our Ritian Sect is half-borrowing and half-renting!"

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

Duan Dapeng was startled for a moment and took a sip of wine: "That makes so much sense. It's just a name left by our ancestors. It's hard for us to change it. What do you think?"

The question is about Xin Zhuo and Shangguan Fan Qing!

"When I talk about the ball, it's really two-faced and clever!"

Shangguan Fan Qing stood up and pulled Xin Zhuo: "Second brother, let's go! This place is ominous!"

Duan Dapeng laughed and was not annoyed: "Are you afraid of death? It's already so miserable, who will care about us? Now we are the safest!

Stay. Tomorrow, I will teach you a lesson. I faked my death and lived for two or three thousand years. From the great emperor to the ninth grade martial artist the day after tomorrow, everyone is ignorant and ignorant. Don’t you want to avoid detours?

And what is the decisive battle with Xianwu? You don’t want to know?"

Shangguan Fan Qing turned around and came back, sat down, and raised his glass: "Brother, head, one of you will go!"

Xin Zhuo glanced at Duan Dapeng and became a little curious.
Chapter completed!