Chapter 1301

"Follow the power in a hurry, and keep everything simple when it comes to ancestor worship, and leave it to me to send the headmaster to handle it in person."

After a pause, Zhuang Zongzheng frowned slightly and asked, "Where is Zhuang Taibai?"

"Taibai is here."

Zhuang Taibai, the current headmaster of Rising Cloud Sword Sect, hurriedly walked out of the cave, appeared on a certain peak below and responded loudly.

Zhuang Zongzheng looked down, his brows furrowed deeper, "Did you hear what this old man said clearly?"

"Listen clearly, the ancestors can rest assured, Taibai will do it well, do it well."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan looked down at Zhuang Taibai, and saw that this man was dressed in a shabby green robe, looked about forty or fifty years old, and had the cultivation of the peak of the Supreme Realm.

Although he is tall and majestic, his temples are already gray, and the depths of his eyes reveal an indescribable loneliness, a look of depression and despair.

The most ridiculous thing is that he stood staggeringly on the top of the peak, holding a slightly tattered wine gourd in his hand. Even if he was far away, Yang Xuan could smell the alcohol all over his body.

Zhuang Zongzheng, who was beside him casually, said with a smile: "Brother, this great-grandson seems to be a good wine man!"

"Oh, let my brother laugh."

Zhuang Zongzheng sighed lightly and explained a little, "My great-grandson, who was not a weapon, was once a genius. The whole person is like a different person.”

"Witch?"

Yang Xuan came to be interested.

"Yeah, that's a demon girl. She's the best at deceiving people. My great-grandson was tricked by him back to Zongmen Town to send Zhibao Ling Yunjian. Since then, I've been drinking alcohol all day to relieve my worries, and I don't pay much attention to the sect's affairs."

"Really, if I have a chance, I would like to meet that demon girl."

"It's been too long, that woman may have already left the Xuanhuang Realm and went elsewhere to harm other people, and it's so difficult to find someone in this vast world."

Zhuang Zongzheng shook his head, why didn't he want to find the enchanting girl and take back the Lingyun Sword from the other party, but thinking about it is one thing, whether he can find it is another.

As his thoughts turned, Zhuang Zongzheng glanced at Zhuang Taibai again, and said angrily, "What are you still doing, don't hurry up."

"Okay, Taibai will do it now."

After pushing back Zhuang Taibai, Zhuang Zongzheng immediately brought Yang Xuan, Mo Yuanzi, and tiger demon Yang Hu to the mountain where he was.

On the top of the mountain, there are pavilions and pavilions, birds and flowers are fragrant, and the clouds and mists are transpiring, but in the depths of the clouds and mists, there is a solemn and solemn ancient temple.

This hall is not a discussion hall, but the ancestral hall of Rising Cloud Sword Sect. It houses the tablets of Rising Cloud Sword Sect's past dynasties all the year round. It is a real important sect.

For ancestor worship, the Rising Cloud Sword Sect will be here every three or five years, and there is nothing special to prepare, nothing more than setting up incense burners, tributes and the like.

Soon, everything was ready. The Rising Cloud Sword Sect, from the headmaster to the many disciples, all gathered on the open ground outside the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain, quietly looking at Zhuang Zongzheng outside the ancestral hall.

"When you worship your ancestors, don't make any noise."

Zhuang Zongzheng didn't talk nonsense. After a simple explanation, he turned his head to look at Yang Xuan next to him, and said with a smile: "Brother, wait a moment, after paying homage to the ancestors, all the members of the Rising Cloud Sword Sect will go with you. Shenwu Continent."

Having said that, he greeted the headmaster Zhuang Taibai and the elders of the sect and entered the ancestral hall together.

A group of people had already bathed and changed their clothes, and their clothes were well-dressed. As soon as they entered the ancestral hall, they began to worship and prayed, praying that the sect will have a good weather and a prosperous life.

Of course, Zhuang Zongzheng, as the person in charge, had to secretly ask for the forgiveness of the ancestors of the Rising Cloud Sword Sect.

This process took a lot of time, and Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He just sat down at random on the stone steps outside the ancestral hall.

As for Mo Yuanzi and the tiger demon Yang Hu, they stood respectfully behind him like two statues.

This scene also caused a lot of shock to the disciples of the Rising Cloud Sword Sect in the open space under the stone steps.

Yang Hu won't say it, most people have seen it before and are not surprised, but Mo Yuanzi is different.

This person is not only born, but also looks fierce and evil, and exudes a strong devilish energy from all over his body.

However, it is such a full-fledged demon strongman, but he looks like Yang Xuan is respected, which shows how tyrannical Yang Xuan's strength is.

"Young master is amazing, but where is Shenwu Continent? Is it his hometown?"

In the crowd, Jiang Xiner was also there, the little girl stood on tiptoe, peeking at Yang Xuan, her eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

Previously, Zhuang Zongzheng said that he would accompany Yang Xuan to Shenwu Continent, and this Shenwu Continent was obviously Yang Xuan's hometown.

"Hehe, Shenwu Continent is indeed my hometown, where the vitality of heaven and earth is very scarce, it can only be regarded as a small world, and it is not even ranked among many small worlds."

Seeming to hear Jiang Xiner's heartfelt voice, Yang Xuan got up and said with a smile.

He said this not only to Jiang Xiner, but also to many disciples of the Rising Cloud Sword Sect present.

"What, just a small world."

"Why is this? Even if our Rising Cloud Sword Sect is going to migrate, we should find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, right?"

When Yang Xuan said these words, there was no doubt that there was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

"The ancestors and the sect elders are worshipping their ancestors, everyone should be quiet. Besides, what's wrong with the young sect master's hometown being a small world?"

Lin Hai snorted softly, and suddenly stepped out from the front of the crowd, saying: "You don't even think about it, since a small world can give birth to such arrogant figures as the Young Sect Master, it is enough to show its extraordinaryness. I believe that in the Young Sect Master's Under the leadership, even if my Rising Cloud Sword Sect goes to a small place, it will definitely rise again in the future."

"I, I think so too."

Jiang Xiner also ran out and said with a look of certainty.

Yang Xuan nodded at Lin Hai and Jiang Xiner, then walked slowly down the stone steps, and said to the others: "Small world is indeed not conducive to cultivation, but cultivation is not all about the vitality of the world, if you don't have the determination to become stronger, just No matter how good the external conditions are, it is difficult for you to achieve anything in your life.”

After saying that, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and then he heard a hearty laughter from a distance.

"Haha, someone from Meng came uninvited. If there is any disturbance, please don't blame Old Ancestor Zhuang."

"Why do you come here if you know it's disturbing? Get out!"

Yang Xuan shouted coldly, and unceremoniously issued an order to expel the guests.

"Hmph, I'm Meng Zhenghai, the ancestor of the Wuxiang Demon Sect, who are you?"

With a cold snort, an old man with a strong back and a strong body, full of demonic energy, appeared in the distant sky.