Dan Fu Supreme

Chapter 672

"Senior sister, brother punished me again today!"

"Fei Mu? What's the matter with you bastard, isn't it time for the morning class in the sect? Why didn't you have the morning class, you outer disciple?"

"Hey, haven't I been punished, so I didn't go to the morning class!"

"Slippery boy, didn't you go to the mountainside hall again to steal the spirit fish?"

"Hey, senior sister, good senior sister, my ears hurt!"

"Bastard, I think you will dare to skip class next time!"

"Hmph, you and senior brother are in the same group. I will bully you to death for the child you have in the future."

"Boy, don't run!"

"Beichen, you bastard, you've eaten up all the spirit fish. If you come back, I'll be out of the mountain for less than an hour, and only two are missing. You're a monkey spirit!"

"Senior brother, there is no evidence, you don't want to wrong people, don't look at me young, I know a lot."

"You know a lot, and today I beat you like a pig."

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I killed someone, come out and save someone!"

"Why do you come to my cave again, boy? You come here every day, and you still stare at the materials for making talismans, wanting to learn the art of making talismans?"

"Um"

"I want to learn from my senior sister and teach you, boy, I'm just kidding, that girl Zhidie likes your place."

"Hey, I'm sure I like everything."

"Come and sit next to me, and I will teach you."

"Beichen, the teacher said again that you skipped class today, where have you been fooling around?"

"Brother, that instructor, his old beard is dragged to the ground, and he talked nonsense. I asked him to go home for the elderly, but he was still stubborn. You said that he is so old, and he doesn't let his family worry about it!"

"You boy, skipping class and making a lot of nonsense, today I'm going to take your skin off."

"Senior Brother, if you dare to touch me, I will go to Senior Sister right away."

"Your senior sister went to the Fu Pavilion to clean up, and she won't come back in a month. No one is protecting you now."

"Wang Mu, Wang Feimu, you're bullying a child, I'll go to Eldest Brother."

"Eldest brother is sitting on death row, no one can save you today."

"Senior Sister Feibai, you are back!"

"Feibai! Bastard, don't run away!"

Within the chaotic consciousness, what emerged were scenes from childhood. Beichen's spiritual consciousness was like falling into a black purgatory, and it was difficult to wake up.

"Beichen Beichen"

Zhidie's slightly anxious voice came into Beichen's consciousness, like a beam of warm light, shining into the dark haze, clearing away the dark clouds, and seeing a glimmer of sunny sky.

After Yoyo woke up, Beichen's eyes couldn't focus for a while.

Feifu and Zhidie were looking at him worriedly.

Beichen tried to move his body, and found that the palm of his hand was tightly held by Zhidie, and he gently returned it as if to comfort him.

After the sight in front of him became clear, Beichen saw the tears on Zhidie's cheeks, and he knew in his heart that all this was not a dream, but actually happened.

"Brother!"

Seeing that Beichen had woken up, Feifu felt at ease.Inside the Emerald Spirit Valley, Bei Chen saw the two soul lamps in his hands splashing vermilion up to the sky, and passed out immediately.

Feifu knew that Beichen would definitely not be able to accept the news the first time he got the news, so this time he ran over in person.

But he didn't expect that Beichen's heart throbbed so intensely.One must know that the current Beichen is a Dao Ling Daoist in the Mahayana realm, and his state of mind should not be so fragile.

Moreover, Beichen fell into a coma for an hour, which is almost impossible for Dao Ling Daoist in the Mahayana realm.

Feifu's expression darkened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Beichen, Zhidie, follow me back to the mountain."

The fourth mountain of Southern Xuanzong, today, the aura does not flicker, and the atmosphere is heavy. On weekdays, there are no traces of the disciples who come and go, only the green trees stand alone in the mountains, and the mountain wind howls.

Beichen followed Feifu, step by step, towards the main hall on the mountainside.

Zhidie has been by Beichen's side all the time, and while her heart hurts, she is also very worried about Beichen.

When he came to the front of the mountainside hall, Beichen's footsteps suddenly stopped, and it was still difficult for him to take that step.

"Go in, brother non-priest and senior sister non-white, we'll see you off for the last ride!"

Beichen's nose was slightly sour, and the corners of his eyes became heavier, but he endured it and did not let the tears fall.

Looking up at the sky, Beichen couldn't help but glance at the pool of spirit fish in front of the mountainside hall from the corner of his eye.

Sparse, golden-yellow spirit fishes swam quietly in the spirit pool without making any splashes.

Taking a step forward, Beichen grabbed Zhidie Rouyi with his backhand.

Two black ice coffins were quietly placed in the center of the hall, with cold air flowing.

Feiling, dressed in the robes of the saintesses of the Taoist sect, stood quietly on the side of the black ice coffin, silent, with a mournful expression on his face.

Fei Mu, Fei Ge, Fei Mu, and Fei Xie, together with the disciples from Fourth Mountain, also stood aside.

When Beichen arrived, all the disciples performed the sect ceremony at the same time.

Bei Chen came to the Xuanbing coffin in silence, and looked at Fei Bai and Fei Mu who were lying quietly inside, with no vitality flowing from body to body.

"who is it?"

A soft murmur sounded, and Feifu and the others hadn't come to their senses the first time.

When he realized that it was Beichen who was asking the question, Feifu slowly opened his mouth and said: "The monster dealer Yaoshi, the ancient mausoleum of the master of the black sword, the ancestor of Beixuanzong, the ancestor of Heguang with a jade body!"

Beichen gently let go of Zhidie's palm, approached Feibai's Xuanbing coffin, and waved his hand to open the coffin lid.

With trembling fingers, Bei Chen couldn't believe it, but the coldness from the tentacles pierced his heart.

Unspeakable pain, unspeakable injury, Beichen's heart was broken, but he was still unable to vent his grief, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He wants to scream up to the sky, he wants to cry bitterly, he wants to kill his enemies, he wants to destroy the monster dealer Yaoshi, he wants to pacify Beixuanzong, but his emotions have never exploded, never collapsed, invisible. The pressure was on his chest, making him unable to breathe, but at the same time making him unable to vent.

Outside the main hall on the mountainside, there was a sound of piercing through the sky, and Fei Xie rushed over.

Seeing the deadly silence in the main hall, Feicai came to Beichen silently, one left and one right, and supported Zhidie and Beichen.

At this time, Feiling took a step forward, took Beichen's hand, and took it out of the Xuanbing coffin.

"You will ignite the mysterious fire of the two of them. Later, the elders of Feixian Temple will come and take them to Xuanhu Lake."

Bei Chen nodded sadly, a wisp of mysterious fire emerged from his fingertips, split into two, one on the left and one on the right, and touched Feibai and Feimu's mysterious ice coffins.

At this time, the sound of mourning came from outside the fourth mountain. The three great elders of Feixian Hall, all dressed in plain clothes, chanted mourning tunes and came with sacrificial steps.

Behind the three great elders are the deacon disciples of Feixian Temple, each holding a white sail, as if to lead the soul back to the voyage.

In ancient Xuanmen etiquette, the dead are the most important. Even though Beichen and Feiling were here, these elder disciples did not perform the sect's great ceremony, but bowed and invited Feibai and Feibai out of the mysterious ice coffin.

Fei Mansion was in charge of the ceremony, Fei Ling walked with him, Bei Chen walked silently with his hands down, Zhi Die and Fei Cai accompanied him on the left and right, followed by disciples and elders of Fourth Mountain.

The spirit sending team was silent, no mourning sound was heard, no sad melody was chanted, only the sacrificial steps of the three great elders, stepping on the road of Nanxuanzong, with a sound of kicking, it seemed that one sound fell on everyone's hearts .

On the road from Fourth Mountain to Xuanhu Lake, many disciples of Nanxuanzong stood quietly on both sides, bowing their hands to see them off.

Xuanhu Lake is the first destination of all disciples and elders of Nanxuanzong. Here, they will follow Xuanhu Lake and wander through the mountains and rivers of Xuanmen before entering the Xuanshu Yucao.

On Xuanhu Lake, clear water flows all the year round, sending old friends away.

A group of deacon disciples from Feixian Temple had already been waiting here, standing quietly.

On the surface of the lake, there are two bamboo rafts with white flower clusters on them. At one end of the bamboo rafts, a bronze soul lamp hangs under the winding rudder, revealing the green soul light.

The sacrificial steps came, and a group of people from the fourth mountain came to deliver the coffin.

At the funeral, apart from the sound of water and wind, there were only the sounds of the three great elders stepping on the ground.

After the Xuanbing coffin was parked, the three great elders stomped on the ground, their voices seemed to be crushing souls, and their voices were like weeping, lingering in the hearts of everyone present.

"Uda"

"Uda"

"Uda"

The sacrificial steps were terminated, and the sacrificial ceremony was started. The three great elders chanted the ancient incantations of the Xuanmen to bring the souls of the dead back to the sect.

Misty profound energy began to overflow from the mysterious lake, little by little, circling around the two mysterious ice coffins.

At this moment, Beichen's body trembled suddenly, and he stepped into the air, but suddenly stopped in midair.

Zhidie and Feicai, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Beichen's palm at the same time.

Beichen took back his steps silently, but he never took that step.

But at this time, the mysterious air flow turned, dragging two mysterious ice coffins, flying over the two bamboo rafts.

Feifu, holding two soul lamps in his hand, came to the shore of Xuanhu Lake, driven by the force, turned the two soul lamps into two wisps of emerald green soul flames, which were lit on the top of the bamboo raft one by one, between the two bronze soul lamps. superior.

The soul-sending lamp was lit, and a ray of mourning wind blew in. The two bamboo rafts began to flow to the distance with the water of Xuanhu Lake little by little.

"Sacrifice to the Profound Ceremony!"

In Feixian Hall, the three great elders sang the salute at the same time. On the shore of Xuanhu Lake, all the disciples and elders who came here held the rites as a respect.

At this time, within the Soul Lamp Hall, the deep and thick bells sounded, with nine tones, revealing a different kind of silence.

After the ceremony, the elders and disciples of Feixian Temple left one by one.

The rest of the Southern Xuanzong disciples who came to attend the funeral also turned their lights up and went to their respective mountain gates.

At the scene, only the people from Fourth Mountain were left, sending two bamboo rafts far away, getting farther and farther away, and getting smaller and smaller.

The sound of the qin sounded, and at some point, Bei Chen had already sat down cross-legged, and the Yaojue Guqin emerged and lay across his knees.

With one finger out, the mournful sound resounds again, with infinite nostalgia, endless sentimentality, and one song after another, comforting the dead, the sound of the soul of Huangquan.

The water sleeves fluttered lightly, Zhidie, who hadn't danced for ten years, lightly tapped her lotus feet, turned into aura, and came to Xuanhu Lake.

The dance of the sacrificial ceremony, the peerless beauty, like a clear stream, reflected in everyone's heart.

In the distance, Feixue who came silently, looked at Zhidie who was dancing quietly above Xuanhu Lake, and finally understood why Beichen had such a high attainment in rhythm.

A soul-soothing sound, what Beichen's fingertips vibrate are the strings of the piano and the heartstrings.

Scenes after scenes, in front of Beichen's eyes, endless sorrow, a song of memory, flows out from the bottom of my heart, and flows into the distance, as if it is about to follow the bamboo raft that is about to disappear in sight, and spread to the unknown netherworld boundary.

"Senior sister, senior brother, the road to Huangquan is far away, and junior brother will sing a voiceless song, and I will accompany you all the way to Huangquan!"

Qin closes the dance, at the end of the line of sight, the sky and the sea have already joined, there are no more figures of concern, no more floating dust, everything returns to nothingness, and everything returns to memory.

Feifu wanted to go forward to comfort Beichen, but was stopped by Feiling.

After shaking his head, Feiling took Feifu and others back to the fourth mountain.

Feicai and Zhidie stayed with Beichen all the time, standing beside Xuanhu Lake, from sunset to sunrise, another day was switched.

"Zhidie, Feicai, you guys go back first."

For the first time in two days, Beichen took the initiative to speak out, causing Zhidie and Feixie to change their expressions.

Zhidie let go of Beichen's palm, which she had been holding tightly, and retreated silently with Feicai.

Beichen was alone next to Xuanhu Lake. After closing his eyes and inhaling, he opened his eyes again, and hostility emerged.

"Come out!"

Feixue came out slowly from behind, there was no sound, only silence.

"Take me to the Monster Trader Monster Market!"

Feixue said: "The battle of the Monster Trader Monster City is up to me!"

(End of this chapter)