Chapter 479: The Sovereign's Death

Yue Zhuo Qunqing's face was black and he was about to speak, but Yue Jing, who was standing aside, couldn't bear it any longer. He thought that his father came in person and stood behind Qinghuozong. Neither Taixuanzong nor Xu Ziyan would have the intention of resisting. No matter how wronged Xu Ziyan was, he would promise himself to be perfect. In this way, if I marry Xu Ziyan back to Qinghuozong, I can do whatever I want. So what if you marry her? Marry after playing dead.

However, what he never expected was that Xu Ziyan refused, and he refused without hesitation. This made him immediately feel that he had lost face, a great loss of face. Immediately blushed and shouted:

"Xu Ziyan, if you don't agree today, you have to agree!"

Xu Ziyan's eyes were sharp, but he said with a sneer: "Yue Jing, it's not impossible for me to agree, as long as you can beat me."

Yue Jing's face became even more red immediately, and Yue Zhuoqun and the peak masters of the four peaks also saw that Yue Jing's cultivation base was the first level of the alchemy period, while Xu Ziyan's cultivation base was only the peak of the twelfth level in the late stage of the foundation establishment period Xu Ziyan dared to say such a thing, which was a big difference in the level of the level. Could it be that the two of them had fought against each other in the netherworld?

When Yue Jing returned to Qinghuozong, he naturally wouldn't tell about the shameful things in the nether world. He just said that he fell in love with Xu Ziyan of Taixuanzong and begged his father to come forward to propose marriage. Yue Zhuoqun naturally didn't know what happened between his son and Xu Ziyan, and the peak master of Sifeng didn't know even more.

The atmosphere in the conference hall fell into a weird state, and an inexplicable atmosphere enveloped the hall, which made Yue Jing's father very embarrassed. Yue Zhuoqun turned his head and stared at Yue Jing, deeply hoping that his son would agree to Xu Ziyan's conditions, but he was disappointed. Although Yue Jing's face was flushed, he refused to say another word, so Yue Zhuoqun understood. It must be that my son suffered a loss in Xu Ziyan's hands, so he came up with such a bad idea to trick himself into proposing marriage.

But now that he has brought it up, it's not just his son's business, but also his own face. And today Liang Zhidong's master and apprentice don't give themselves face too much, especially that Xu Ziyan, who is extremely arrogant. If you don't give her some color to see, how can you bear this tone. Yue Zhuoqun's face darkened again, and he was about to speak when he suddenly heard the bell ringing in Taixuanzong.

The sound of bells spread throughout Taixuanzong, one after another. Yue Zhuoqun didn't feel much at first, but the faces of Liang Zhidong and other Sifeng masters changed drastically. Because the bell was coming from Baicao Peak, and the bell was ringing continuously, the peak masters of the four peaks stood there dumbfounded, and everyone's face turned pale in an instant. The bell struck eighty-one times, and the peak master of the four peaks had already started to tremble slightly. The senior brother who had been with me for hundreds of years left suddenly, and every peak master's heart suddenly felt empty.

After the eighty-one ringing of the bell, even Yue Zhuoqun realized that eighty-one ringing was the death knell.

It was proved that the cultivator died, and the bell was rung eighty-one times only after the suzerain died.

Mo Jinghong turned his head and clasped his fists towards Yue Zhuoqun and said, "Senior brother Yue, the suzerain of this sect has just died, so it is inappropriate to mention the marriage proposal at this time, so let's talk about it later."

Under such circumstances, no matter how angry Yue Zhuoqun felt in his heart, he was still helpless. As long as it wasn't a big enmity, no monk in the world of cultivating immortals would find someone uncomfortable when the suzerain was newly mourned. This would leave a bad name in the world of cultivating immortals . After hesitating for a while, Yue Zhuoqun nodded sullenly, and said in a low voice:

"I will also pay homage to Sect Master Lin."

Yue Jing opened his mouth at the side, but finally closed his mouth, but his eyes showed anger and unwillingness. Xu Ziyan stood there in a daze, feeling a little dazed. He didn't know why the bell kept ringing, but after hearing Mo Jinghong's words, he realized what the bell meant. At the same time, a faint cry came from outside the meeting hall.

Xu Ziyan woke up with a start, and finally understood what had happened in her heart - the Sovereign Immortal has gone!

Xu Ziyan followed his master Liang Zhidong to Baicao Peak. Before he entered Lin Shangfeng's room, he heard heart-piercing cries coming from the room.

As the master walked into the room, he saw that Lin Shangfeng's wife, Zhu Hong, had passed out, Lin Feiye was pale, kneeling on the ground in a daze, and Lin Feiyu was crying desperately on Lin Shangfeng's body, The other true disciples also cried loudly.

As a junior, Xu Ziyan couldn't move forward. He stood behind the crowd and looked towards Lin Shangfeng. Perhaps because of psychological reasons, she always felt that Lin Shangfeng's face was full of worry, and she shifted her gaze to Lin Feiyu, seeing her shoulders trembling and her voice hoarse from crying, she couldn't help feeling sad. With a sigh in my heart, I secretly said:

"Sovereign, don't worry, Fei Yu and I love each other as sisters, as long as I'm here, she won't be wronged."

It seemed that he had sensed the oath in Xu Ziyan's heart, or maybe Xu Ziyan was dazzled, but in an instant Xu Ziyan found that the expression on Lin Shangfeng's face became peaceful.

At this time, Mrs. Lin, who was unconscious on the ground, had already been helped to the bed in the inner room by Mo Jinghong's order of several female disciples.

Then the four peak masters took turns persuading Lin Feiyu, but Lin Feiyu just lay on Lin Shangfeng's body and cried bitterly, ignoring the four peak masters Mo Jinghong at all.

Mo Jinghong sighed, stretched out a finger to point at Lin Feiyu's sleeping point, and then asked several female disciples to help Lin Feiyu into the inner room. Liang Zhidong walked to Lin Feiye's side at this time, gently helped Lin Feiye up from the ground, and said in a low voice:

"Fei Ye, you are Senior Brother Lin's eldest son, and Senior Brother's funeral depends on you. You have to cheer up and don't let Senior Brother leave without peace of mind."

Lin Feiye's somewhat numb eyes gave Zhang Yu some vitality. He stared at Liang Zhidong for a long time, as if he had finally returned to reality. But still a little dazed, just nodded silently, looking at Lin Shangfeng all the time, not looking at other people, tears fell silently.

Liang Zhidong waved his hand, and some disciples stepped forward to change into Lin Feiye's filial piety. Lin Feiye didn't respond either, just letting others play with him like a puppet.

After some busy work, the mourning hall has been set up. Lin Feiye knelt on one side numbly, and mechanically returned the salute.

Yue Zhuoqun and his son paid homage hastily, and then left Taixuanzong with Yan Zheng escorting them off. After flying away from Taixuanzong, Yue Zhuoqun looked back at Taixuanzong in the air, and finally waved his sleeves, turned and flew away.

"Daddy, should we just forget about it?" Yue Jing said unwillingly.

"Boy, don't cause trouble for me in the future." Yue Zhuoqun sternly shouted with a gloomy face.

"Daddy, I know I'm wrong, but... even if I'm wrong, they shouldn't take advantage of Daddy. I don't think they take Daddy seriously at all. "

"roll!"

Yue Zhuoqun was in a hurry and kicked Yue Jing off the cloud head. Yue Jing drew an arc in the air and flew back to Yue Zhuoqun's side, holding his face in silence.

After flying for a while, Yue Zhuoqun saw the angry Yue Jing beside him, sighed and said:

"Jing'er, my father has taken care of this matter for you, but my father doesn't want to hear about such troublesome things in the future."

When Yue Jing, who had a gloomy face at the side, immediately showed joy on his face, he exclaimed excitedly:

"I knew my father was the best for me!"

Yue Zhuoqun shook his head lightly and said: "On the one hand, it's for you, and on the other hand, it's also for myself. My face, Yue Zhuoqun, is not so easy to sweep!"

Having said that, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

"Father, when will you bring that Xu Ziyan back to me?" Yue Jing didn't hear what his father said at all, but just kept thinking about his own problems.

"Catch it back?" Yue Zhuoqun said with a cold smile: "I want Taixuanzong to humbly send Xu Ziyan to me with the dowry. Is it enough to catch only one Xu Ziyan? Now that I have swept away my face, I want the whole Taixuanzong Pay the price."

Taixuanzong held a funeral for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and all the sects in the world of cultivating immortals in the north, including the Huayang Sect master, the family alliance, and the Sanxian alliance, all came to Taixuanzong to express their condolences. After being busy for seventy-seven forty-nine days, Taixuanzong became quiet again, but there was turmoil hidden in the quietness.

Sure enough, after the funeral, the peak master of Sifeng jointly declared three things.

The first thing is that after ninety-nine and eighty-one days, Mo Jinghong and Yan Zheng will compete in the arena for the position of suzerain.

The second thing is that after the decision of the suzerain, it will be the moment when the interests of Taixuanzong's five peaks will be re-divided, and the decision on the distribution of interests will be handed over to the true disciples of each peak. The competition between them will determine the famous generals from the first to the fifth. The first mountain has the right to be picked first, followed by second, and so on.

The third thing is that the Great Northern Competition is coming. After the first two things are over, there will be the Inner Sect Disciple Competition, and the top 100 disciples will be selected to participate in the Northern Land Competition.

Therefore, the peak masters of each peak strictly required their disciples to enter the state of cultivation from this moment, and to improve their own strength with all their strength.

In Baicao Peak Lin Feiye's room, all the decorations were replaced with plain colors, and the room was quiet without a single sound.

On the two chairs in the room, Lin Feiyu and Lin Feiye sat facing each other, their faces were full of fatigue and pain. His face was pale, his eyes were red and swollen, and they all sat there with their heads slightly lowered, as if they were thinking about something. It was also quiet outside the house, without the slightest figure, as if they were afraid of disturbing the two grieving brothers and sisters.

This chapter is over~~