The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"ah?"

Xiao Chen looked at Lu Liu, and sure enough, he saw this guy shrugging his shoulders, as if he was really crying.

"Haha..." Xiao Chen laughed wildly on the spot.

"Oh, Lao Liu, don't be sad, don't worry, I will cherish this knife."

Xiao Chen ran up and patted Lu Liu's leg lightly, looking cheap.

"You... you... slightly... you get lost, I don't want to see you in this life."

Lu Liu choked, looking heartbroken.

"Don't panic, you haven't told me the specific situation of your knife yet!"

Xiao Chen has always taken knives very seriously, just like his own child, he has to be clear about everything.

While wiping her tears, Lu Liu said impatiently: "The name of the sword is Poison Soul, the source is unknown, and it was obtained from a bronze temple."

"Sword Spirit is a small scorpion. This knife can magnify the pain by more than thirty times. As long as it is cut, the pain can kill others."

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, he didn't have meridians, so he couldn't use the sky to fight.

The characteristics of this knife are just in line with my current characteristics.

Xiao Chen pulled out the poisonous soul, and a small purple scorpion jumped out from the blade, looking at Xiao Chen innocently.

"Hey, he's still a little cutie."

Xiao Chen flicked the little scorpion's head lightly, and the little scorpion narrowed his happy eyes, with a look of enjoyment.

Xiao Chen and the knife have always been destined, no matter how evil the knife is, when it comes to Xiao Chen, it will always look like a good baby.

Seeing this scene, Lu Liu gritted her teeth in anger.

Because this little scorpion has always been ignorant of him, and even stabbed himself when he was in a hurry.

It's good now, being so close to a bad girl I just met, can Lu Liu not be sad?

Lu Liu turned her head, out of sight and out of mind.

"Old Liu, thank you!" Xiao Chen gently patted Lu Liu's leg with his poisonous soul.

The sharp blade easily cut through the bark on Luliu's body.

Then an earth-shattering howl sounded.

"It hurts, hurts..." Lu Liu cursed wildly while clutching her leg.

"Are you fucking mentally retarded? Cut off Lao Tzu's legs with a poisonous soul... Ouch..."

"Run, Mingyue."

Liusu Mingyue looked at Lu Liu with distressed expression, and finally waved her hand.

"Master Luliu, goodbye."

"Hey...hey, goodbye, little boy."

Lu Liu's painful face was deformed, but he still had to smile, which was really hard for him.

Liusu Mingyue took out the Mountain God Jade. After Shanling repaired it for a year, the Mountain God Jade was roughly restored to its original appearance. It was not difficult to open the passage again.

Shanshenyu sent out bursts of streamer, which opened a path in front of the two of them.

Xiao Chen jumped in all at once.

"Girl, girl, I'm going to get married, but I'm still thinking about him..."

Xiao Chen sang this song inexplicably.

"Oh, you are so annoying, you always sing these weird songs." Liusu Mingyue sat on Xiao Chen's head, stroking Xiao Chen's hair.

Xiao Chen scratched his head, "That's right, why did I sing this song? It's inexplicable."

...

In the past two days, the Mirror Flower Sect was very lively, and many people came.

It is roughly estimated that there are as many as three hundred people, all of whom are the suzerains of various sects, or prestigious casual cultivators.

Most of them are prominent figures on Zhongyuan Continent.

Of course they were all "invited" by an old woman.

That old lady surnamed Wen, as a loyal old dog, naturally knew what her master liked.

My master likes to be lively, so the ostentation must be big.

Moreover, the young master of the Star Dragon Sect married a woman from the "barren land" of the Zhongyuan Continent, so it was natural to do it more gracefully.

Marriage, these two words are very unfamiliar to monks.

The vast majority of the visitors had the mentality of watching the excitement, and of course they also wanted to curry favor with the behemoth Star Dragon Sect.

Most of the people came to congratulate with their precious genius land treasures.

These two days, Ling Yunfeng can be described as extremely lively.

Everyone is discussing that Bai Ziyan is lucky, and with Star Dragon Sect as the backer, the future can be expected.

But there were three outliers among these visitors.

Liu Wangtian, the patriarch of the Dahe Sect, the advocated spirit of the contemporary Confucian sect, and Master Kushen, the abbot of the Sensoji Temple.

Others came with heavy treasures, but the three of them were empty-handed.

They are all old friends who have a good relationship with Bai Ziyan.

It's strange that Bai Ziyan's cold personality actually gets along well with these three big men.

The three of them naturally knew Bai Ziyan's character, let alone getting married in the secular world, even dual cultivation was absolutely impossible.

"Bah! A bunch of old assholes."

Seeing a group of people surrounding an old woman, bowing their heads and bowing their knees, Liu Wangtian spat out a mouthful of old phlegm.

Liu Wangtian is a man in his thirties, with a burly figure and a beard all over his face. He looks bold and unrestrained.

This person is also a legend. He started his family in the secular grasslands, spent half his life in the secular arena, and even got the nickname of Iron Arm Broken Mountain.

Then one day, he had an inexplicable epiphany. From then on, he founded the Dahe Sect and recruited many friends from all corners of the country, which became a good story.

Liu Wangtian has a strong sense of quackery and loyalty, which is an obvious characteristic of him.

Today he brought a hundred dead men to ambush around Ling Yunfeng, as soon as Bai Ziyan appeared, he would snatch them away.

"Miss Bai is such a beautiful fairy who can marry someone. What a fucking joke. Fuck, a fairy should be a fucking fairy. Someone who can't fart will marry a second generation ancestor."

Liu Wangtian was cursing, full of anger.

"Old Liu, don't be like this. If you hear it, we two brothers are going to be in bad luck today."

It is the spirit of Confucianism's sect that speaks.

Zhang Zhiling is an old man who looks like a master, dressed in a refined green shirt, and always looks calm and calm.

Confucianism is a very special place. It does not emphasize cultivation but learning, and has always been a world dynasty, sending capable ministers to govern the world.

The past dynasties of Confucian sect masters are all great Confucian scholars, and there are very few sect masters like Zhang Zhiling who are extremely high in cultivation and knowledge.

"I'm afraid he's a bird. Anyway, as soon as Fairy Bai comes out, I'll rob people. Old man, old monk, stay away from me later, so as not to trouble you."

Although Liu Wangtian is reckless and doesn't read much, he has nothing to say about his friends.

Master Kushen smiled slightly: "That's good, that old monk wants to join in the fun today."

Zhang Zhiling caressed his beard and smiled: "I didn't bring anyone here. After all, it's better not to involve others in this death matter. I am enough alone."

"Hehehe... I can't tell, you old tortoise, you are quite loyal."

Liu Wangtian was joking with Zhang Zhiling.

"Your mother is the old turtle, can you talk, an old asshole?"

Zhang Zhiling's beard trembled wildly. If his students saw it, their eyes would pop out.

"It turns out that the master can also scold people."