My brother is so cunning.

Cheng Ziwei flew on a sword and went to Ziyang Cave in Qingfeng Mountain with her master and senior brothers, which is the location of Ziyang Xianzong's Taoist temple.

Some time ago, Gu Changfeng, a great genius of Ziyang Xianzong, sent out invitations to invite fellow Taoists from all over the world to attend the mourning ceremony of his wife in Ziyang Xianzong. Qingcheng Sect also received the invitation. Master Tianran Daoist attached great importance to it and led his proud disciples Li Yu and Cheng Ziwei to watch the ceremony.

Qingcheng Sect is a small sect, and it is of great significance to participate in such a major event in the mortal world and make friends with fellow Taoists. Gu Changfeng is also a newcomer with a high reputation and a promising future. It is necessary to give him face and make good connections.

Tianran Daoist decided to personally go out and join the leaders of many sects in Shushan to participate in the grand event and see the style of the most outstanding new generation of cultivators in the contemporary era.

Cheng Ziwei was in a complicated mood. She had just seen the grace of Mr. Gu some time ago. She felt that he was simply peerless and unparalleled among all the cultivators of this generation. His life was also perfect.

Not long after, the bad news came. Mr. Gu's Taoist partner had died. Mr. Gu was also seriously injured physically and mentally. He was so sad and painful that he held a meeting to mourn his deceased wife.

While lamenting the impermanence of life, Cheng Ziwei felt sympathetic and admired Mr. Gu more and more. He was really a role model for male cultivators and a loving good man.

The three masters and apprentices came to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain and saw from a distance that a high platform had been built at the foot of the mountain. Various strange equipment was installed on the high platform.

"I have been in seclusion for a long time and have not gone out. My knowledge is getting more and more outdated. What new things are on the high platform?" Tianran Taoist asked curiously.

Cheng Ziwei saw that the equipment looked familiar and replied, "It's probably because the Ziyang Immortal Sect has contracted the event to the Chamber of Commerce again. Those are instruments for amplification, lighting, and playing music."

"Oh, the boss Wen you met last time in Guangling Secret Realm is the owner of the Chamber of Commerce, right?" Tianran Taoist stroked his long beard and said, "He is really good at scheming. He has such a good family background in vain. Compared with Gu Changfeng, one is in heaven and the other is in hell. You two must remember not to be led astray by the Tao because you earned some spiritual stones last time."

"Disciple will follow the master's teachings." Cheng Ziwei and Li Yu replied in unison.

Although she agreed, Cheng Ziwei's mind was full of thoughts. She thought that the man surnamed Wen was not an easy person to deal with. It was hard to say who was better than Master Gu. It was a pity that the two of them would not have the opportunity to confront each other head-on.

The three masters and apprentices landed on their swords, and immediately a puppet from the Chamber of Commerce came up to greet them and led them to the seats on the viewing platform that had been reserved. They also served them snacks and refreshments so that they would not be too bored while waiting for the event to start.

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Wen Rui sat in the president's office of Jinling Sect and turned on the projection screen to watch the live broadcast. Although he planned this event, he knew that there would be extremely eye-catching scenes during the event, and it would be too disgusting to observe them up close, so he had no intention of attending in person. He just watched the live broadcast from a distance.

He also specifically told Jarvis that the clearer the live broadcast, the better, and the broadcast images transmitted to him must be heavily coded, so as to prevent the eye-catching scenes from appearing before they appear, so as not to leave psychological shadows and nightmares at night.

It's a pity that the famous masters and celebrities in the cultivation world who were deceived to watch the ceremony were not mentally prepared at all. They didn't know what kind of horror scenes they would see in a while, and they didn't know whether their hearts would be covered by dust.

It was a reasonable choice for Wen Rui not to attend. He needed to avoid suspicion the most in this occasion, but he couldn't let people make too many associations and link him, the behind-the-scenes planner, with the whole incident.

On the high platform, Ziyang Immortal Sect's head, Ziyang Zhenren, was carefully chatting with Yunxiao Immortal Sect's head, Hanyuan Fairy, trying his best to calm her anger.

"Fairy, this kind of thing is not good for both you and my sect, and Changfeng is also in pain."

"Advancing to the next level and getting a treasure but losing a Taoist partner, what is there for that unfaithful man to be sad about? Poor Yan'er, she was infatuated with him, but was repeatedly deceived and betrayed, and now she died inexplicably!"

Hanyuan Fairy's face was as cold as frost. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Ruoyan, but because she had already entered the fairy level, her temperament was colder, and her words were more unpleasant when she was weird.

Upon hearing this, Zi Yang Zhenren showed a tangled expression, and he was helpless in his heart. He also knew that his good disciple relied on his good appearance and was too enthusiastic about the Yin-Yang Dao. He had been caught by Yan Ruoyan many times before, and Yunxiao Xianzong had expressed dissatisfaction with this.

A pair of Taoist lovers went out, but only one came back. Combined with the previous rumors that the two had a bad relationship, the truth became a little subtle.

Gu Changfeng kept saying that it was the bandits of Dingguang Xianzong who detonated the flying boat and killed Yan Ruoyan, and brought back her charred body, but this was all his one-sided statement. Fairy Hanyuan suspected that Gu Changfeng killed his wife to prove his Taoism, and it was not entirely a random suspicion.

Originally, it was a marriage to deepen the relationship between the two sects, but it was unexpected that it became a rift between the two sects. If this suspicion cannot be resolved, how can there be mutual trust in the future, and how can the next marriage be carried out?

Thinking of this, Zi Yang Zhenren looked at Gu Changfeng with a little more resentment, and deeply regretted his past arrogance.

But True Man Zi Yang also believed that his beloved disciple Gu Changfeng would not kill his fellow Taoists. Judging from Gu Changfeng's condition after returning to the sect, Yan Ruoyan's death was a huge blow to him. His spirit had collapsed to the point where it could not collapse any further. He no longer looked like a cultivator, but simply a walking corpse.

Gu Changfeng was standing in the center of the high platform. He was erect, pale, dull, and had blue eye circles. He had typical withdrawal symptoms. He was shivering constantly and twitching from time to time. But in the eyes of others, , it seems that he was hit hard by the loss of his wife and was so sad that his soul was traumatized.

More and more monks were watching the ceremony in the audience. The corona on the side showed that it was time for the ceremony to start. Suddenly, very sad and melodious music played in the venue, "Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang..."

If there were any modern people present, they would definitely be able to tell that what was being played was the "Wedding March". Wen Rui specially arranged it this way to celebrate the funeral. If it weren't for the song "I'm Going to Marry You Today", which was so cheerful, he would I wish I could have broadcast it on the spot to celebrate.

It's a pity that the monks in the audience didn't know what this song represented, and they didn't feel it was inappropriate when they heard it. Instead, they thought it was very suitable to mourn their deceased wife, and it appropriately expressed their deep love.

Gu Changfeng dragged his weak body and staggered to the stage. Before he could say a word, he burst into tears. The last time he stood on the stage and accepted the admiration of thousands of people was just a month ago. Unexpectedly, in just one month, a person who looks like a dog can turn into a real dog.

Even though he felt unwilling to give in, it was already too late. He knew that he couldn't live without happy dog ​​food. Apart from dog food, nothing could make him happy.

In addition, he is looking forward to returning to the small jar and continuing his perfect life with Yan Ruoyan.

Nothing else matters.

Even if he bravely exposes Wen Rui's conspiracy on the spot, what benefits will he gain?

Can you be crowned the Supreme Emperor of Heaven?

What's more, he couldn't expose it at all. The emperor Gu that Wen Rui planted in his body could take away control of his body at any time, leaving him unable to speak a word. It could even control his vocal cords and say things he didn't mean.

The tears flowed down and he couldn't stop. Gu Changfeng was inexplicably sad. The more he cried, the louder he cried. Finally, he cried loudly regardless of his image. While crying, he shouted: "Yan'er, my poor Yan'er, I miss you so much." You, how can I live without you!"

This mourning was truly 100% true, but only Gu Changfeng knew who was crying.

The monks in the audience were deeply affected when they saw him in such an image and crying so truly. Some of the female monks who had low tears and had not practiced the ruthless way could not help but silently shed a few lines of tears. They were deeply jealous of the talent and unfair fate. And sad.

"What a trick of fate." The natural Taoist who was watching in the audience sighed: "I heard your senior brother mention this genius some time ago. I thought that his future cultivation path would be smooth, and he would be able to reach the immortal level earlier than me. I never expected to encounter such a catastrophe, and I didn’t know whether I could survive it or whether my Taoist heart would be stained with dust.”

"Something doesn't feel right..." Cheng Ziwei narrowed her eyes and muttered: "I remember that he seemed to be rude to Boss Wen at the celebration party. The retribution must have come too soon."

"Well, Xiaowei, have you heard any rumors, or do you know the hidden story behind it?" The natural Taoist Mahayana realm has keen senses. Hearing the whispers of his disciples, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"No!" Cheng Ziwei shook her head and categorically denied: "I don't know anything, I haven't heard anything, and I don't dare to think about anything!"

At this moment, a huge light screen suddenly appeared in the air above the stage. The picture on the light screen was the live broadcast of Gu Changfeng crying. For this event, the Chamber of Commerce used new technology and live screen projection equipment to make the world The monk took a good look at Gu Changfeng's face.

As the camera controlled by the metal puppet moves, the picture is still wandering back and forth between Gu Changfeng's crotch and the crying face, which seems to be hinting at something.

After almost crying, Gu Changfeng took a breath and recited affectionately: "After the sycamore tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion! I have lost my love forever, so sad! I hate it so much. I hate myself for being incompetent. If you can save her life under the siege of the villains of the Dingguang Immortal Sect, just hate those shameless and greedy thieves and take away the money, why do you want to blow up the flying boat and kill my wife? "

The female monks in the audience were all infected by his full emotions, and some of the brave ones shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Gu, we love you, don't be too sad, people can't be resurrected, may I ask when the string will be renewed?"

"The evil thieves of Dingguang Immortal Sect are so hateful, can you imagine it?" Gu Changfeng started a tearful complaint according to the script given by Wen Rui: "Just think about it, you took your wife with you on a big flying boat, eating The hot pot was singing, but suddenly it was robbed by rabbit bandits! "

Many monks in the audience nodded in agreement. In recent years, the Dingguang bandits have relied on their great joy to reverse the sharpness of the yin and yang formation, and they have become more and more rampant. Except for the Western teachings of non-robbery, there is no one in the three realms that they dare not rob.

There is no way, the West is barren, they have rebelled in the past, and they cannot get a share of resources. Only by doing this kind of costless business can they feed the ever-expanding population.

After wreaking havoc in the world of cultivation for a long time, the Dingguang gang also got a nickname, and was despised by the monks as the "rabbit bandits". This means that they often rely on the strength of their numbers to rob and run away as soon as they are swarmed. They are also good at digging holes in the ground and appearing and disappearing. Like the wind.

"Dingguang Rabbit Bandits must be suppressed. The days without Rabbit Bandits are good days!"

Fairy Han Yuan, who was standing aside on the stage, looked increasingly uglier, as if she had seen some clues, and a pair of wonderful eyes shot out with cold light.