Quick Wear: The Daily Showmanship of the Face-Slapping Maniac

At this time, three months have passed since the day when Mingyue took away the inherited spiritual energy.

When Meng Xi was busy finding a new way for Fuzhimen, and Song Lingling was busy teaching Liu Feipeng's disciples the new Yin-Yang Jishi needle, Feng Mian's life finally came to an end.

Even Song Lingling and Meng Xi didn't expect that they would meet at Fengmian's funeral when they saw each other again that day.

"Obviously everything is better, we are free from the pain, why? Brother Feng, why did you just go there? You haven't felt it well yet..." Song Lingling cried heart-rendingly in front of the mourning hall, tears flying everywhere All the snot bubbles came out, and there was no demeanor of the elders of the Qihuangmen.

Meng Xi's eyes were full of sadness, Feng Mian and Song Lingling were the only friends he could call friends.

But he hadn't talked to Feng Mian properly, and neither of them had had a drink together, so Feng Mian just left.

"Brother Feng, you left too early." Meng Xi couldn't help but sigh.

"Elder Song, Senior Meng, take care. When the uncle went, he walked away with a smile on his face. His old man's wish has been fulfilled. He, uncle, why did you go? Why didn't you Waiting to come with me? Uncle Wuwuwu..." The old man Qingyu originally wanted to comfort Elder Song, but he couldn't help crying while talking.

Feng Mian is a good-tempered senior, he is very gentle towards the disciples of Dengtianmen, there is no disciple in the whole sect who doesn't like him.

So not long after, the disciples in front of the mourning hall burst into tears, all shouting for Master Uncle.

Song Lingling felt even more sad when she heard these cries, and she just passed out from crying.

In the end, it was Meng Xi who cheered up, asked someone to move her down to take care of her, and also took care of the cultivators who came to worship, and managed to stabilize the situation in front of the mourning hall.

People die like a lamp goes out, but other people's lives are still going on, and everyone is looking forward.

Dengtianmen without Fengmian is like a piece of fat pork belly, and many sects in the cultivation world want to take a bite.

Not long after the funeral was held in Fengmian, some sects couldn't help but attack Dengtianmen.

Of course, the sects that jump out first like this are usually pawns thrown out by others, cannon fodder specially used to find the way.

This sect named Weiwumen is like this, it is just a pawn used by some sects to test the strength of Dengtianmen.

But for Dengtianmen who lost Fengmian, it was enough to give them a headache.

Today's Dengtianmen has nothing to rely on, and there is no one in the entire school who has learned three points of Fengmian, not to mention divination, and no one is proficient in formations, and other techniques require aura to be able to do so. They do know how to catch ghosts, but they are useless against humans.

However, the members of Weiwu Sect are all Wuxiu. As the name suggests, Wuxiu is a sect that focuses on its own strength to cultivate. All of them have very strong bodies and strong physical abilities.

If the two match up, it will be really uncomfortable for the disciples who reach the Heavenly Gate.

But Feng Mian already had a countermeasure for these burials, he would not have died so early, but he was used to thinking and thinking, and he couldn't take it easy.

He used his lifespan to calculate certain future directions of this world, and he also left a way of life for Deng Tianmen and his old friends, that is, to leave the cultivation world and enter the secular world.

The aura of this world will be extinct, and the cultivation world will naturally cease to exist, so only entering the world can survive.

In fact, as early as the funeral for Feng Mian, the head of Dengtianmen had talked about this with Song Lingling and Meng Xi, and the sect was already dealing with the power and property of Dengtianmen.

If the person who said this was someone else, Song Lingling and Meng Xi would not pay attention to it. After all, they have been in the cultivation world since they were born. It has been hundreds of years now, and the cultivation world is a place they are familiar with. With a word from others, you will rashly raise your faction and leave?

But the person who left these words was Feng Mian, and the two of them believed it almost without any psychological burden.

Meng Xi promised on the spot that Fuzhimen and Dengtianmen would go together, while Song Lingling said that he would go back to persuade the head.

It has been a few days now, when the people from Weiwumen came to Dengtianmen to call for battle, the disciples of Dengtianmen had already withdrawn.

That is to say, the old man Qingyu was still thinking about the uncle, thinking about cleaning the house for the uncle before leaving. Although all the important items in the house had been emptied, it was the place where the uncle lived.

Because it was the last cleaning, he tried his best and cleaned every corner several times before he was satisfied.

After closing the door of Tingfengju, Qingyu wiped his tears and went down the mountain as he walked, thinking that he would never see his uncle again, and thinking of leaving Dengtianmen, made him extremely sad.

All his things have been put into the storage ring, and now he is only wearing a Tang suit, holding the mahogany sword given to him by his uncle in his hand, and he is quite light.

Just when he reached the foot of the mountain, several big men stopped him.

The leader of the big man was muscular, pointed at Qing Yu's nose and said rudely: "Hey, stinky old man, our people from the mighty gate are here, hurry up and ask all of you who climbed to the heaven gate to come out and fight."

Qing Yu looked up in a daze: "Fight? What are you going to do?"

Seeing him like this, several big men couldn't help laughing together: "It's so funny, he actually asked us what we are going to do?"

"Of course it is to occupy your Heavenly Gate! If you are sensible, you should quickly let the gate out, so that you will suffer less."

"That's right, for a smelly old man like you, I can hit ten with one fist."

"Hahaha, isn't that true, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young in the cultivation world, old man, you should be more sensible..."

Qingyu's sadness was completely dispelled by them, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Isn't this the mountain gate? If you want it, you can do it if you want, can you not block my way, I'm still in a hurry to go down the mountain Woolen cloth!"

Anyway, the sect has been evacuated, and the empty mountain is what they want, what does it have to do with him as an old man?
The big men's smiles froze on their faces, and they had never seen such old men who had no sense of sect responsibility.

Especially when they saw the old man walking in front of them without even looking back, they were sure that what the old man said was true, he really didn't care that Dengtianmen was occupied.

The big man couldn't help scratching his head, a little puzzled: "I really saw a ghost."

But after a few big men shouted back and forth down the mountain, their throats became hoarse, and before a disciple came down the mountain, they finally couldn't help but go up the mountain.

Only then did they realize, damn it, the entire Dengtian Gate is empty, and everyone has run away.

Then after a few days, the people who cultivated the realm discovered that it was not only the Tianmen Gate, but the Qihuang Gate and the Fuzhi Gate were all empty.

After many years, there is no trace of aura in the entire cultivation world. At this time, there is finally a sect who can't stand it and wants to enter the secular world. Unfortunately, the market in the secular world is saturated.

The Dengtianmen and the Fuzhimen Qihuangmen who went out in the early years have already dealt with the government of the secular world and received the best care and arrangements. Now the disciples of these three sects are all civil servants and special medical personnel , public officials of special departments, etc.

Oh, as for the later sects, I'm sorry, there are really not so many seats available, so you can find a way to arrange them yourself!
Anyway, there is no aura in this world now, so don't even think about messing around. Government officials in the secular world have no pressure.