Si Tong handed a box of jade balm to Mu Jinnian, "Please apply the ointment, the tooth marks on your neck are blinded."
"I feel embarrassed to play the role of the girl who bites you."
Mu Jinnian: “…”
"I was convinced. I thought I could even get even if I bite him. Who knows that he is not honest below and bite me again. I can't swallow this tone!"
Si Tong: "Come on, you are like fighting with a primary school student. What's wrong with him? They all said that they are still young, so why are you competing for?"
"Trough! I can't beat Chen Mochen, and I can still lose to him? It's impossible!"
Si Tong: "..."
"It's obviously you who want to bully him, but you lose in the end, you deserve to be bitten. No wonder the little boy."
Mu Jinnian was speechless when she was choked and could only apply ointment in a frustration and change the topic.
"We will go to Qianji Pavilion first. Lingyun Temple will have to do rituals and chant scriptures for three days. When you let this breath first, it will not be too late for us to go to Lingyun Temple."
Si Tong nodded. The funeral ceremony after the Buddha's self-cultivation was indeed different from that of the immortal cultivation. In addition, the entire Lingyun Temple was destroyed with great evil spirits, so it was the practice of chanting scriptures for the deceased.
Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably disturbed.
As the same as the destruction of the sect, Lingyun Temple can clean up the battlefield and rebuild it in just three days and hold a mourning meeting.
However, the Hehuan Sect is still full of corpses and cannot be rebuilt.
In a world where the strong prey on the weak, the strong are the right way, and they can kill without being despised by the world.
If people in the world know that the Hehuan Sect was destroyed by Qianji Pavilion, they would only applaud.
...
Nearly noon, the flying boat arrived at the territory of Qianji Pavilion.
It's winter again, the sky is gloomy, the cold wind blows up and falls, and the sky is flying.
It was like knowing that today was the day of mourning for each sect, and it was very cooperative and heavy snow was floating just to meet the situation.
Inside the Qianji Pavilion.
Everyone in the disciples were covered in plain clothes, and their faces were full of sadness and grief.
At the sect, the chief elder is responsible for welcoming the cultivators who come to participate in the mourning.
Mu Jinnian and Si Tong walked over and saluted, "Elder Li, I hope your sect will be mourning."
"The young master of the Spirit Clan is intent, please bring this... this girl in there."
The elder in charge made a gesture of inviting him, looked at Si Tong at the same time, and then suddenly realized after seeing the tooth marks on Mu Jinnian's neck.
This woman's appearance is no match for the daughter of the sect leader, and her cultivation is even worse.
Although the current sect leader is not the son of the old Pavilion Master, but the disciple of the old Pavilion Master, his daughter is also of noble status.
The woman in front of her, as soon as she saw that she was not from a famous family, gave up marrying Qianji Pavilion for such a woman, and he regretted it.
Si Tong and Mu Jinnian followed the disciples to the mourning hall, and white hangs everywhere in the Qianji Pavilion Sect, which can be seen all the way.
On the way, I met many monks from other sects who came to attend the condolences.
Inside and outside the mourning hall, the disciples in mourning clothes knelt all over the ground, their eyes full of grief, and let the snowflakes fall on their bodies without using their spiritual power to open the barrier.
When Si Tong and Mu Jinnian entered the mourning hall, the person in charge of the reception immediately shouted: "Young Master of the Spirit Clan, come and pay condolences!"
The head of the company didn't know Si Tong's identity, so he didn't call her who she was. However, when he saw the white cat in her arms, he frowned and stopped her.
"This girl, please put this little beast down first."
Si Tong nodded quickly, as if very apologized: "Sorry, I'm the first time I participated in the condolences. I don't know these rules and etiquettes very well. I'll let him down now."
Si Tong put down the dumpling and told him not to run around. Then he entered the mourning hall, and a trace of cunning flashed quietly in his eyes.
Inside the mourning hall.
The word "安" is written in the center of the mourning scene, and an incense burner is placed on the altar. Behind the incense burner are spiritual seats, which are the tablets of the people who died in this battle.
Si Tong stood aside and waited, watching Mu Jinnian bow to the spiritual positions and lit an incense stick.
Thinking of the corpses everywhere in Hehuan Sect, she was really not in the mood to bow and burn incense. She was afraid that her murderous intent would be too heavy and even the incense would be destroyed.
However, she did not see the old master of Qianji Pavilion in the mourning hall, only a group of disciples and a few elders here.
"All elders are mourning and obeying changes, and we must take care of our health." Mu Jinnian said deeply and regretfully.
The face was full of painful expressions, it would be a pity not to be an actor.
But the sentence "You must take care of yourself" has a deep meaning, but only Si Tong heard it.
Several elders leaned over and bowed back and said, "Please also ask the young master of the Spirit Clan to move to the back hall."
Mu Jinnian nodded and left with Si Tong.
But when I walked out of the mourning hall, the dumplings that were waiting outside were gone.
The person in charge was busy receiving the people who came to pay their respects, but he didn't even notice that the white cat that was still under his feet was missing.
Until Mu Jinnian and Si Tong left the mourning hall, they didn't pay much attention. When he realized it, he thought that the cat was taken away by Si Tong when he left.
[Author’s off topic]: Babies, I took a nap at noon~ Chapter 4 is here~! Chapter 5 is posted before six o’clock~! Momo~! See you later~!