The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Dong Xuzi felt that his life was very good recently. When he had nothing to do, he would go preach to his disciples, receive a wave of admiration and admiration, or ride his white crane for a leisurely stroll around the Qingyun Sect.

Without the group of rebellious people in Xiaofeng Mountain, the entire Qingyun Sect has become calmer, and everyone is doing their own thing step by step.

The entire sect is running in an orderly manner from top to bottom.

At this moment, Dong Xuzi felt the long-lost tranquility.

This is the daily life of a holy land!

It's a bit boring though.

Sitting on the roof of the main hall, watching the sunset, Dong Xuzi inexplicably missed that brat Ouyang.

As soon as this thought came up, Dong Xuzi shook it out of his mind. He secretly cursed himself for being so cheap. After finally having a peaceful life, he still thought about that bastard!

He raised his hand and shook the dust, and the energy of heaven and earth turned into a breeze and hit the big bell on the Drum Tower. The melodious bell instantly resounded throughout Qingyun Peak.

Suddenly, a sharp suona sound completely covered up the melodious bells, and the shrill sound rushed to his head like a reminder of his soul.

The sound of the suona seemed to have a strange magical power, and everyone who heard it was reminded of sad things, and even the monks with low cultivation couldn't help crying.

The portal in the Qingyun Peak mountain protection formation suddenly lit up, and Hu Tu held up the suona and blew hard with his cheeks puffed out.

Followed closely behind were a group of beautiful female monks who walked out crying.

All the female nuns were holding musical instruments and playing the tune that made people cry in harmony with the sound of suona.

No matter what kind of melody, it finally turned into a sad music under the softness of the confused suona.

If the female monks were not all wearing colorful clothes, this procession would look like a funeral procession.

As soon as Hu Tutu returned to the Qingyun Sect, he boasted even harder. He had undergone inhuman training during this period, just to let the people of the Qingyun Sect take a good look at him.

Tu Tu me, now I have returned from my studies!

The more he thought about it, the harder Hu Tu blew, and his whole little face turned red.

The sound of the suona became louder and louder, with a bright and shrill tone.

The disciples near the mountain-protecting formation were the first to suffer this wave of mental attacks. Thinking of the sadness hidden in their hearts, they all knelt on the ground, beat the ground and cried loudly:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuah, I really deserve to die!"

"Ahhhh, I want to go home!"

"Uh-huh, senior brother, I'm sorry, I was the one who stuffed the fireball talisman into your underwear while you were sleeping a few years ago!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuori

......

The disciples near the mountain-protecting formation completely lost their fighting power and lost themselves in the shrill sound of the suona. They hugged their heads and cried. What is strange is that their true energy was involuntarily attracted by the sound of the suona, and they were confused and confused. The suona in my hand was absorbed!

After absorbing the true energy, the sound of the suona became thicker and louder, and there was a faint sign of spreading towards other mountain peaks.

Dong Xuzi suddenly felt that his blood pressure was rising, and the blood vessels in the western temples began to beat violently. He had such a crow mouth that he was so stupid that he kept saying whatever he wanted!

Dong Xuzi teleported in front of Hu Tutu, raised the floating dust to block the suona, looked at Hu Tutu with a dark look on his face and asked: "Little Tutu, why are you back?"

"Eh? Master Grandpa?" Hu Tutu, who was playing the suona with his cheeks puffed out, felt the sound of the suona stop. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dong Xuzi standing in front of him with a black line on his face.

Dongxuzi looked at the crying disciples of Xizhou, his true energy swayed slightly, and he woke up all the disciples one after another. The disciples looked at Xizhou as if they were just waking up from a dream, what were they doing just now?

When the disciples of Western Zhou Dynasty returned to normal, Dong Xuzi straightened his facial expressions, glanced at the crying female monk in Western Zhou Dynasty, and said kindly, holding back his anger: "Little Tutu, where are your damn senior brothers?"

Hu TuTu puffed up his chest and said confidently: "Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and Senior Brother Xi are still behind. Senior Brother asked me to show you the results of Tutu's practice these days first!"

Before Dong Xuzi could speak, the portal lit up again, and Chen Changsheng and Bai Feiyu walked out of the portal with black lines on their faces and holding white cloths.

A brown dog and a monkey followed closely behind carrying a coffin. Ouyang was lying in the coffin with his head upright, as if he was dead!

I don’t know which song Ouyang sang, but it’s right!

Dong Xuzi, who rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach Ouyang a lesson, suddenly saw Mu Yunhai, who was 80% to 90% similar to Mu Yunge, walking out of the portal.

Dong Xuzi thought it was really Mu Yunge who came, and everyone went numb.

Last time I went to the Sword Sect and moved the Wenjian Pond of the Sword Sect, will this guy be the first to overturn the Penglai Immortal Mountain this time?

The owner of the mountain came to visit him personally!

Ouyang, who was lying upright in the coffin, shouted towards the front of the line from the coffin: "Why did the music stop? It would be very unlucky if I really died!"

Dongxuzi ignored the ceremonial greetings from the leader between the holy places. He lifted up his robe and stepped on Ouyang's coffin with a high jump. He grabbed Ouyang one after another and said fiercely: "Can't you, kid, do less in the underworld?"

Ouyang opened his eyes and saw the angry Dong Xuzi, and said cheerfully: "Look what you said, am I not taking advantage of the conditions to feel what it's like to work after death?"

"I feel like your uncle!" Dong Xuzi waved his old fist and was about to punch Ouyang.

Ouyang quickly raised his hand and said cheerfully: "Don't say anything, I feel calm lying down here. I will organize a show for you tomorrow to make Qingyun Peak lively!"

God gave me a fucking funeral and made it fun for you! !

Dongxuzi was so angry that the three corpses jumped up and knocked Ouyang on the head with a loud bang.

Before his hand fell on Ouyang's forehead, a string blocked Dong Xuzi's fist.

The white-haired Mu Yunhai raised his strings to block Dong Xuzi's fist, and said coldly: "Don't hit him!"

"???Are you the master of Muyunge Mountain?" Dong Xuzi grabbed Ouyang's collar and asked Mu Yunhai in confusion.

The Mu Yunhai in front of him was 80% or 90% similar to Mu Yunge, but the Mu Yunhai in front of him was only in the Western Tribulation Realm, which was really weird.

Has Penglai Fairy Mountain already reached this point?

Ouyang on the side opened Dong Xuzi's hand, leaned lazily against the coffin, pointed at the female monks who were crying because of their sudden departure from home, and said: "Old man, these are the exchange students from Penglai Fairy Mountain, worshiping Yunge Mountain. As ordered by the Lord, if you come to the Qingyun Sect to visit and study, led by Deputy Mountain Master Mu Yunhai, please be careful with your manners!"

When Dong Xuzi heard Ouyang's words, he coughed, straightened his expression, saluted Mu Yunhai and asked with a smile on his face, "I wonder what Master Mu Yunge wants the fellow Taoists of Penglai Immortal Mountain to learn?"

Mu Yunhai hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Sister said, it doesn't matter what they study, but one thing is that when they go back, they can't be allowed to go back with a big belly!"