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A chapter for book friend’s birthday “The Overlord’s Horizontal Blocking the Wuji Place” is added.

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A man in gray was rowing the boat hard, and the boat seemed to be filled with incense, candles, paper money and other sacrificial objects.

Ou Chuyang asked loudly: "Who is coming? What are you doing at my Qianyuan Sect Cemetery?"

When the man in gray heard the word "Qianyuan", he was shocked and stood up to look at Ou Chuyang. He suddenly burst into tears and exclaimed: "You...you are Uncle Ou!"

"Do you know me?" Ou Chuyang asked. He did not recognize this person.

"It's really... it's Master Ou!" The man in gray was extremely excited. He jumped ashore in one step, knelt in front of Ou Chuyang, and cried and said, "Disciple... Disciple Yan Xiaobin of Qianyuan Sect... Finally met Master Ou today. This... this is great!"

"Please get up quickly." Ou Chuyang immediately helped him up when he heard that he was a disciple of Qianyuan Sect.

"This...ah! I have seen Senior Sister Mu of Kunyu Sect." Today, I went to the island to pay tribute to the master's sect. Mu Wanqing did not bring a sa hat, and Yan Xiaobin recognized her at a glance.

Mu Wanqing stepped forward and greeted her and said, "I have met Senior Brother Yan."

Ou Chuyang looked at the incense, candles, paper money and other sacrificial objects on the boat and asked, "You are here to visit the tombs."

"That's right." Yan Xiaobin got on the boat and carried the things ashore. "I originally planned to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival, but, alas... I'm talking a long story."

"Then let's talk slowly." Ou Chuyang said, "Let's go to the grave with you first, and then find a place to have a good chat."

"Okay, please, Uncle Ou."

They met again after the disaster and were particularly friendly. The three of them went up the mountain to worship for a while. Then they rowed across the sea and came to a restaurant in a market below Longfeng Mountain.

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Yan Xiaobin is only 20 or 30 years old, but his temples are covered in white hair, his face is full of sorrow, and his spine is also slightly bent. I guess he has been in great pain in the past two years.

Ou Chuyang heard Yan Xiaobin introduce that he had been in Qianyuan Sect for seven or eight years, but he only had one sword sect, was stupid, and was very slow in cultivation, and his cultivation level was always at the bottom. Therefore, he knew very well that he did not participate, but stayed to guard the mountain gate. Later, he learned that the island had a drastic change and the two sects of Qianyuan Kunyu were completely destroyed. He was both brave and rushed to the island to restrain his fellow sects.

"When I saw the tombstone of the small tomb that said 'The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Mei Aoxue', I knew that Uncle Ou had not died. When I saw Uncle Ou again, I was so excited that the words "Qianyuan Kunyu was gone here, and I would never be a human being if I did not avenge this revenge."

Yan Xiaobin took a sip of wine and said excitedly: "Uncle Ou is the most talented master of the younger generation of Qianyuan Sect. As long as Uncle Ou is still there, Qianyuan Sect will still have hope. Today I will be happier to see Senior Sister Mu alive."

"As long as Wanqing and I are not dead yet, we will definitely avenge our master." Ou Chuyang raised his cup and had a drink with Yan Xiaobin, and asked again: "What's next?"

"Later..." A trace of bitterness flashed in Yan Xiaobin's eyes, "Later, the people who were originally left on the mountain gradually left. The island also became an ominous place in people's mouths. Except for me, I went to worship and clean during festivals, no one dared to go to the island. People in the surrounding villages said that the evil spirits on it did not disperse and all became evil spirits..."

"I'm not afraid of any evil spirits!" Yan Xiaobin was excited, "I have all become evil spirits, so that I can find my enemies to take revenge on those who oppress us..."

"Oh! Yan Xiaobin, who do you want to take revenge on," Five young men with swords walked up from the restaurant and pointed at Yan Xiaobin:

"Have you wiped the floor of the hall? Have you filled the water in the water tank? Have you cleaned the cottage? If you dare to hide here and be lazy, be careful when you get whipped back!"

"I think this idiot must have gone to the haunted island again to find his dead ghost master to cry. Woooooo, Master, I'm so miserable. Woooooooo, Master, you should turn into a ghost and avenge me, woooooo..."

"You are not allowed to insult my master!" Yan Xiaobin stood up with the help of alcohol, "My parents were both dead, and it was the master who brought me to Qianyuan Sect, gave me food, and taught me to practice swords... You can bully me, but you are not allowed to insult my master!"

"Oh! You kid is really a coward who is drunk and courageous. Do you want to rebel?" A white-faced young man, led by the five young men, curled his lips disdainfully and said contemptuously: "Only the incompetent master of your Qianyuan Sect can teach you such a cowardly disciple. If your master and your Qianyuan Sect have the ability, how could someone be killed in one day?"

"Isn't it? If we had known that Qianyuan Sect was so poor, our Ninghai Sword Sect would have taken action to destroy them long ago." A man next to him said, "I have let them occupy Longfeng Mountain for so long. It's really a king-eating barley - wasting food."

"You...you dare to insult my master, I..." Yan Xiaobin's face turned red and his whole body was trembling with anger.

"I'm insulting your master, what's wrong?" The white-faced young man snorted coldly, and then insulted: "Not only are you all useless Qianyuan Sect, but also all of the Kunyu Sect are cheap. I just regret that the leader did not lead everyone to Longfeng Mountain as soon as possible, otherwise our brothers could share a small-Lang-Ti Zi of Kunyu Sect..."

"Shut up!" Yan Xiaobin was furious and swung his slap at the white-faced young man.

"Do you dare to fight with me?" The young man in the white house did not dodge, stood there and looked at Yan Xiaobin leisurely, and said sarcastically: "I'll stand here and ask you to hit me. Try touching a hair?"

Yan Xiaobin stopped in the air with one palm, trembling violently, but did not continue to fight.

The white-faced young man took a step forward, stretched his neck, tilted his head and put his face under Yan Xiaobin's slap, and kept mocking: "You hit it! If you have sex, you hit it. I put my face in front of you to see if you dare to touch it? If you hit it, why don't you hit it? Didn't you feel like you're so edible after taking a few mouthfuls of cat pee? Why don't you hit it? If you don't hit it, you hit it..."

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

The white-faced young man lay on the floor "thump" and fainted.

Ou Chuyang withdrew his palm and continued to drink as if nothing had happened.

"Knock!" "Knock!" "Knock!" The four young men behind drew their swords at the same time, pointed at Ou Chuyang and shouted angrily: "Who are you? You actually hit our Ninghai Sword Sect disciples!"

"Today is the sacrificial ceremony of my Qianyuan Sect. I don't want to kill anyone and see blood. But if you dare to point your sword at me, don't blame me for being ruthless." Ou Chuyang glanced coldly at the four people in front of him.

"Hmph! What a big tone, how can you let go of your wildness at the foot of my Longfeng Mountain?" A brave young man in green shouted loudly: "Come on the name, Ninghai Sword Sect will not kill the nameless people."

"You don't deserve to ask my name." Ou Chuyang suddenly took action, and the sword light suddenly flashed.

…(To be continued.)
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