Return to the Fairyland

During these three days, Mo Yan guarded his father's coffin without moving. Although some curious disciples in Kunshan wanted to come up to visit, they were stopped by Hong Tongtian.

Hong Tongtian visited Mo Yan once, wanting to see what kind of child this is.

But what I saw was an orphan who was clinging to his father's body and refused to let go.

Three days later, the sun rose from the east and scattered all the white fog in Kunshan.

Yue Feng brought four disciples to invite Mo Shengxie's body to Ziwei Hall in Kunshan.

The Ziwei Hall is built on the main peak of Kunshan. It is a meeting place in Kunshan. It is locked all year round. It will be cleaned and reopened only when there are major festivals.

Mo Yan followed Yue Feng and climbed up the stone steps of the mountain road. On both sides of the road, there were Kunshan disciples welcoming guests. Strange flowers and trees stood along the road, and countless top-grade immortals were displayed on both sides.

After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at the Ziwei Hall. The main hall is a hundred feet high, and the square in front of the hall can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

The Kunshan disciples stood around the square holding banners, and some female disciples came forward to welcome the guests and took them to their seats. Everything was in order.

In the center of the square in front of the hall, there is a temporary high platform. Four blue birds hold the curtain woven by colorful clouds, soaring in mid-air, reflecting the high platform extremely dazzlingly.

Hong Tongtian stood on the high platform, bowing towards the people who came to the funeral, his son Hong Ruwen followed him, and took this opportunity to meet the heads of the various sects in the Immortal World of China, and some powerful Sanxians .

When Yue Feng came to the square in front of the hall with the coffin, everyone stood up and looked sideways. Most people here have heard of Mo Shengxie's name, but they rarely have the chance to see him. Although Mo Shengxie is dead at this moment, But being able to see his dead body was not a trip to Kunshan in vain.

Yue Feng and others carried Mo Shengxie's coffin to the high platform, and the colorful phoenix flew by with its long tail in midair. After three cannon shots, Hong Tongtian officially stepped onto the stage, bowed his hands to everyone, smiled, and said: "My fellow immortals, today is the funeral of my middle-earth cultivator, Elder Mo. Thank you all for coming. Immortal Mo lives in the spirit of the sky. Seeing this scene, I will feel at ease."

After Hong Tongtian started to speak, there were no whispers below, and everyone listened to what he had to say.

Mo Yan is still in that purple robe, which stands out among the many Kunshan disciples.He stood next to his father's coffin with his hands down, taking in the situation of the entire square in front of the hall.

The people who came were exactly as he expected, and those who should have come must have come; those who should not have come, half of them did not come.

Mo Yan clasped his fingers in his heart, secretly counting the people present today.

The ones in the best position in the square are naturally the important figures of the Zhongtu Xian family.

In the center is the old man Jin in the fairy garden, whose fairy garden has the aura of heaven and earth, and countless elixir and fairy grass, that's all.The most important thing is that the Jin family is good at laying Gu, detoxifying, and treating injuries. Whether it is a loose immortal or a martial arts school, they all come to his family.Old man Jin cultivated immortality late, and when he reached the level of eternal beauty, he already looked like an old man.

Although many people who came here at this moment were older than him, they all looked younger than him, so over time, no matter whether they were older than him or younger than him, they all called him Mr. Jin.

As one of the four major sects of the Jin family, Mr. Jin sat in the first place, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he was still playing with two fruits in his hands like a mortal.

Sitting to the left of Mr. Jin is the owner of the Qingyun Gate in the east.

The Qingyun sect is now dominated by two senior brothers, the senior brother Ren Xiaoyao is known as the sword fairy, he is unrestrained and unrestrained, and his whereabouts are unpredictable.

Junior brother Qingyun Patriarch, the cultivation of immortal law is slightly inferior to that of Immortal Sword, but he is enthusiastic about secular affairs, and he is in charge of educational affairs in Qingyun Sect all year round.

When Hong Ruwen sent out the invitation this time, he happened to meet the sword fairy Ren Xiaoyao near Kunshan, so he came here on behalf of Qingyunmen.At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao was playing with the gourd on his waist with his flying sword, appearing absent-minded.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Patriarch Qingyun didn't come this time, otherwise...

In the last life, what Mo Yan couldn't let go of the most was the fact that his unborn child was swallowed by Qingyun Patriarch.

Thinking of this matter, Mo Yan couldn't control his expression at all. He was really worried that if he bumped into Patriarch Qingyun just like this, would he uncontrollably show hatred and cause trouble for his current self.

He originally planned not to visit Patriarch Qingyun when he saw him, but now, Senior Brother Ren Xiaoyao came from Qingyun Sect, which saved Mo Yan a lot of effort.

Sitting on the right hand side of the old man of the Jin family was a man Mo Yan had never seen before. He was wearing a general's armor and looked mighty, as if he was some general in the mortal world.But no one needs to tell, even Mo Yan can tell that this person is a mortal, and his cultivation of immortality is probably very poor.How could such a person keep pace with Sword Immortal Qingyun and the old man of the Jin family?

Mo Yan followed the guards behind the general, and when he saw the runes on their armor, he knew it immediately.

The general and the guards all had the tiger-beast rune on their armor, and the weapons on their bodies were also standard. They were none other than the emperor of the Northern Kingdom, Xuanyuanyi's retainer.

The Xuanyuan family in the north is both a monk in the fairy world and an emperor in the world. The Xuanyuan Empire occupies the largest area in the entire Middle-earth Continent and has the largest population. Talk about the invincible iron army.

Because the Xuanyuan family refused to give up the prosperity and power in the world, very few people could cultivate to the state of immortality, but they lived two or three hundred years longer than ordinary people.

Originally, although the Xuanyuan clan is respected in the mortal world, it is not well-known in the immortal family, but 300 years ago, the Xuanyuan family gave birth to a genius Xuanyuan Yi. , occupies an important position in the fairy world.

Mo Yan had never met Xuanyuan Yi, but he had participated in a fairy world conference in his previous life, and he could still recognize the banner of Xuanyuan Kingdom.

I remember that at the last Immortal Clan Conference, Xuanyuan Yi also sent his country's prime minister to attend because he was too busy with mundane affairs.It seems that this time, it is the same.

That majestic general, probably Xuanyuanyi's favorite general, was probably near Kunshan when he received the invitation, so he was sent here.

Mo Yan's eyes swept over the faces of those people in the audience, including the Three Immortals of Penglai on the border of the East China Sea in the distance, the couple of Shuangxiu in Lingyun Peak, and the four Zhanyue brothers who were neighbors of the sunset cliff in the western desert. Insignificant.Among all the Sanxians, if it is said that the kung fu is the highest, there are only two who can keep pace with the four major sects of the Jin family, Qingyunmen, Kunshan, and Xuanyuan Empire.

One was the dead Mo Shengxie, and the other was Wang Qifeng, the lord of Qifeng City, who was also on Zhonghai.

Mo Yan had never met Wang Qifeng before, and he only heard about it in his last life, but even if he wanted to break his head in two lifetimes combined, he never expected that Wang Qifeng was inextricably linked with the demon world, and he even called him directly. Cang Ming is the master.

It's no wonder that Wang Qifeng seldom interacts with other sects in Zhongtu, probably because he is afraid of being exposed and causing everyone to crusade.

Mo Yan thought silently in his heart, he glanced down, and as expected, he didn't see Wang Qifeng's figure, and even half of the people from Qifeng City came.

While Mo Yan was observing the many immortals who came, Hong Tongtian also looked at Mo Shengxie's coffin, feeling very moved in front of everyone.

Hong Tongtian caressed Mo Shengxie's coffin, and almost burst into tears: "It is said that the Supreme Being forgets feelings, and we cultivators should not have mortal feelings. But... But helplessly, Hong is really..."

"Back then, Hong was just a peddler, persecuted by officials above and harassed by bandits and bandits below. He was poorly clothed and hungry. I remember that year, when I was walking in the snow with my goods, I was already hungry. For three days and three nights, when I was about to die, I met a fairy-like Mo Xianchang. It was he who gave me a bite to eat, saved my name, and instructed me to learn art from a teacher, and then embarked on the road of cultivating immortals."

"The grace in the world is the greatest mentor, but the mentor has already passed away, and only Mo Xian is left. If he hadn't taught me that day, I would have starved to death, suffered and tired, struggling like a mortal, and my lifespan is only a few decades. Annihilation, where is today? Thinking of this, I will never forget it. Seeing Mo Xian grow up to be such a character at this moment, but he actually passed away, really... How can I not be sad!"

Hong Tongtian's voice gradually choked up. He raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his eyes were dry and there was no tears. It was really the Dao heart that was stable and free from the interference of ordinary emotions.

"100 years ago, I made some small success in practicing immortal law. I was ordered by my master to go out to sea, and I was attacked by a giant dragon. All my brothers and sisters were buried in the belly of the dragon. That is my fate. I met the elder Mo, and rescued me." Not to mention my life, he once taught me the Taoism for three days. How profound is the Taoism of the Mo Immortal? I was originally an unknown junior in Kunshan, with ordinary immortal skills. A little progress, not to mention being favored by a mentor, passing on the mantle, and taking charge of Kunshan. Mo Xianchang is actually Hong's reborn parents. Hong has never forgotten this day and night, and wants to repay, but Mo Xian is outstanding in everything, and he doesn't need me at all. This kind of mediocre people help... until three months ago, when I received a letter from Mo Engong, I learned... such bad news!"

"Don't say that Engong entrusted his only son to me to raise, even if he didn't say it, Hong would never dare to forget this great kindness! Hong ordered his son Confucianism to go to Kunshan to bring Engong and his youngest son Mo Yan to Kunshan. , plan to properly bury the benefactor and raise his youngest son!" At this point, Hong Tongtian turned his head and looked at Mo Yan, his voice was very loving: "Yan'er, your father is gone, and I will be your father from now on! Today, I will be your father! In the face of all the Taoist priests of the immortal family, I will adopt you as a adopted son, and I will definitely teach you to become a talent. You just happened to be a witness, and the adoption ceremony was performed in front of the corpse of the immortal elder Mo!"

After Hong Tongtian said these words, he felt that he understood, thinking that Mo Yan would definitely be grateful to him, and no one else could say anything.

They are all his adopted sons, and the treasure of Sunset Cliff should be taken by himself, of course it is his own, and he shouldn't take it by himself, so why be polite between father and son?

Thinking that as long as he coaxes this ten-year-old child well in the future, the treasures that have not yet been put into the treasury of Sunset Cliff will be his own, Hong Tongtian's smile is even more gentle, full of love.

Mo Yan never expected such an outburst.

In the previous life, he had already made a marriage contract with Hong Ruwen before he arrived in Kunshan. Unexpectedly, the marriage contract was gone in this life, and the "foster father" was born out of nowhere!

He bowed deeply towards Hong Tongtian: "Forgive Hong Shibo, I dare not be a kid."