After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

With Bai Yinchen's death, the three hundred years of war era in the entire cultivation world came to an end.

Not only the immortals, but even the fairies, monsters, and Miao people are completely fed up with such disputes.

However, no one could have imagined that the Holy Lord would die in front of his wife’s grave a few days later.

Now that he had his revenge, there was nothing left for him to cling to.

Fei Wu was in mourning and crying as he kept vigil in the Miaojiang Temple. His blond hair and blue eyes looked extremely out of place.

Lian Lingyu didn't even shed a tear. The young and handsome new Holy Lord just lowered his eyes and looked at Fei Wu.

"Why are you here? Are you crying at the wrong grave? Your master is in the Qingluan Sect next door!"

Fei Wu wiped away the crystal-like tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes filled with a touching light.

"I... I am just helping you with things. People love comfort the most at this time."

Rezaer, who was standing nearby, rolled his eyes and said, "Your Highness, when you are in mourning, you usually wear clothes underneath, including pants, and your collar won't be so open..."

Chang Li continued: "Yes, we don't have the custom of climbing into bed on the seventh day..."

Seeing that this group of idiots was becoming more and more outrageous, Mo Cangming cleared his throat and said "Hmm!", and glanced over here warningly.

Various important officials and relatives of the Miao region were present. Although the mourning hall was large, it was very quiet. Who couldn't hear what they were saying?

They immediately covered their mouths, lowered their heads, and pretended to be mourning...

The vigils and mourning were carried out simultaneously in Qingluan Sect and Miaojiang, three months in Qingluan Sect and one month in Miaojiang.

Mo Cangming and Lin Songyan are separated from each other and have not seen each other for more than ten days.

Mo Cangming was particularly worried that Lin Songyan was such a popular figure and that something bad might happen to him in Qingluan Sect.

Although Lin Songyan has now transformed into a demon and has the ability to protect himself, after all, a husband worries when his wife travels thousands of miles away...

He secretly ran out of the mourning hall and sent a message to Lin Songyan.

"Bao'er, what are you doing?"

I waited for Lin Songyan for a long time, but there was no reply from him.

Mo Cangming had no choice but to send a few more messages.

"Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?"

Again, no one responded.

This situation has been going on for many days, and he doesn't know what Lin Songyan is busy with.

Isn’t it just burning paper money for that old guy Bai Yinchen?

There are more than a thousand disciples!

Lin Songyan is the youngest, is it necessary for him to work so hard?

Mo Cangming couldn't help but feel jealous again.

Even if Bai Yinchen died, he would separate the two of them. It was so annoying!

Just as Mo Cangming was gritting his teeth and volunteering to weed the greenery at the entrance, the nine-tailed fox came out slowly.

Each of his nine tails was wrapped in a white silk, like nine upright hammers.

It was so ugly that it stung Mo Cangming's eyes.

From a distance, it looks like he has nine of those things. Is he preparing for a blind date with the dragon clan?

"Get lost." Mo Cangming said concisely.

Chang Li: "I just can't stand the flirting between that Western Prince and the Stupid Saint King. Come out and vomit for a while. What did I do to you?"

Mo Cangming was extremely angry, but he didn't want to show it, so he could only continue weeding the large area with his hands.

Chang Li finally understood a little bit, the fox's ears moved, and its eyes rolled around.

"How about...if you are really worried about Lin Songyan, I can go to Qingluan Sect to check on him for you?"

Mo Cangming: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Changli covered his butt and looked at his tail which had been twisted into a big sour-juice hemp twist.

"Wuwuwu... I clearly didn't say a single word that I shouldn't have said..."

Mo Cangming: "As soon as you stick your tail out, I know what shit is going to happen. Get lost!"

After Mo Cangming finished dealing with Changli, he still didn't feel any better and couldn't muster any energy.

It turns out that Lin Songyan sometimes says that he is in love, and it seems to be true.

He walked to the courtyard in front of the main hall and watched thousands of men, women, old and young enjoying the feast.

There are also many old ladies in Miaojiang who, as soon as pork elbows, fish, shrimps and crabs are served on the table, put the plates into their baskets and prepare to take them home to eat.

You won’t lose money if you give gifts, but you won’t lose money if you don’t give gifts!

Many naughty kids started stuffing melon seeds and peanuts into their cloth bags as soon as they were served.

The good wines are all stuffed into the pockets of the gentlemen, and they don't even wait for others to open and drink them.

This scene lasted for a while, and soon a fight broke out, accompanied by the loud gongs and drums playing funeral music.

Plates were flying everywhere, and the soup even flew onto Mo Cangming's face.

Qingzhu is more experienced. The wedding and funeral banquets for the Holy Lord have been set up for almost half a month, and he has been wearing a raincoat to maintain order these days.

"Hey, you're from the Western Regions, right? Why is Fei Wu bringing free food and drinks with him? Are you paying your dues?"

The Gu slave was holding a large silver trumpet at a high place, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, let's not fight each other at the banquet, be civilized!"

But it was obvious that the two of them had limited management skills, and a buffet of more than a hundred tables turned into a scene of a fight.

Mo Cangming was a little hungry. He hadn't eaten for three days, and now he saw such a huge fight.

I don’t know if the funeral in Qingluan Sect will be as chaotic as well.

Mo Cangming sat on the steps, with almost nowhere to put his long legs.

I lowered my eyes and retied my mourning clothes, only to find that my stomach was aching from hunger.

He has always been insensitive to pain, as if he was used to it.

Unfortunately, he has not yet gotten used to life without Lin Songyan.

Feeling both sour and swollen in the heart, Lord Demon Lord held up his face for a rare moment, revealing a bored expression as he stared at the battle of bowls and plates below in a trance.

Suddenly, a slender, white hand stretched out in front of him, with a pink heart-shaped flower cake in the palm.