The enthronement and wedding ceremony are scheduled for three days.
After a whole night of partying, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan sealed the doors and windows of the palace and took out the Tianyan Mirror.
Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and laid his palm flat on the water-like mirror surface.
The mirror swayed slightly, and she clearly sensed the Qi machine.
This is an extremely mysterious feeling. If you have to make an analogy, it's like using brain waves to manipulate a computer.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand.
"Yes." She looked directly into his eyes, "Tian Yan Jing can support three hours. As long as I find Jiang Yanji within three hours, I will have enough energy to bring her back with her."
"Is there any danger?" There was no smile on You Wuming's face.
"Yes!" Sang Yuan nodded solemnly, "My body in that world, I don't know if I am dead. If I die, I may have to manipulate my ashes to escape from the cemetery, and I have to use my ashes in front of Jiang Yanji. Spelling each word to her is indeed a dangerous and difficult task."
The corners of You Wuming's mouth twitched: "...Little Sangguo! Be serious."
She faintly looked at him: "After eating and eating last night, I beg you to be more serious, did you spare me."
You Wuming has no guilty conscience. With a long arm, he caught her in his arms and pinched his chin: "I still indulge you too much."
Sang Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy: "My body should be in a vegetative state. After I passed, I quickly escaped from the hospital, found her, and brought it back. There is no difficulty! Trust me!"
"Yeah." You Wuming let go of her.
Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed his palm to the mirror.
You Wuming did not blink his eyes.
Waited for a long time.
Suddenly saw her open his eyes.
You Wuming held his breath subconsciously.
Seeing that there was no agility in her eyes, she frowned slightly at him, and said, "The emperor and his concubine have not yet been married, and they are alone in the palace, and they are not in harmony with each other."
You Wuming: "..."
Turn the dark eyes, then turn again.
He suddenly thought of a question—who is that wooden man, Sang Wang and daughter, during the six years that Sang Yuanyuan has been in another world
Isn't it the one in front of you
You Wuming only felt his throat dry: "Who are you?"
I saw that her eyebrows were even more displeased: "The emperor is the co-master of the world, and every word and deed is the expression of the sky. What is the style of such a stubborn smile?"
You Wuming: "..."
He didn't know how to react for a while.
I saw her getting up to leave.
You Wuming was unusually anxious, and opened her arms to stop her: "Where are you going."
The person in front of him is obviously Xiao Sangguo's face and body, but his whole body does not have the slightest aura of hers, and he is more like a puppet than a puppet.
He didn't dare to move her.
She gave a rigid and standard ceremony: "The concubine returns to Sangzhou to be married. Emperor, please don't stop it."
You Wuming stared his eyes and turned sideways.
I saw that she didn't look at him at all, and walked swiftly past him, heading towards the gate of the palace without reluctance.
You Wuming took a deep breath and stunned her with a hand knife.
Sweeping in his arms, thinking of something, he almost threw her out.
You Wuming: "... Fuck."
Holding her, it feels like betraying my wife.
Throwing her, it was his wife who suffered from the fall.
You Wuming felt that he was too difficult.
He put her back on the bed, squatted on the side of the bed, staring at her without blinking.
Thinking about it, there is always no clue.
Her appearance is nothing like the fake Jiang Yanji and the "traversing girl" like Meng Wuyou.
What the hell is it
When anxious, time always flies very slowly.
These three hours were the longest three hours in You Wuming's life.
Unknowingly, it has been dark for a long time...
You Wuming jumped up with an exciting spirit.
It's getting dark, and three hours have passed, why hasn't Xiao Sangguo come back!
He took a breath, and in an instant, the murderous intent that broke out of his body almost broke through the roof of the palace.
He strode out of the palace gate and asked the palace clerk, and learned that seven hours had passed.
Think of seven hours as three hours, no wonder it's so long.
You Wuming felt that he had become an ant on a frying pan, like a butterfly with its broken wings falling into the spider web.
After turning for a long time, he squatted before the bed again, staring at her who was sleeping peacefully.
"Little mulberry, little mulberry, little mulberry..."
He called in a low voice nervously.
The voice was hoarse.
She never wakes up.
You Wuming didn't know how the night passed. When the light came in, he looked at the bright light in a daze, only to feel dizzy in his mind.
Everything seems meaningless.
Just when he felt that he had become a piece of wood or a pool of stagnant water, there was a very light hum on the bed.
He took a deep breath and stared at it.
I saw her frowning, one hand covering the back of her neck for some unknown time, and Haw couldn't open her eyes.
You Wuming: "..."
He forgot, yesterday he stunned the wooden sang far away with a hand knife.
So, she actually came back long ago, but this body is in a coma...
You Wuming laughed: "Puff ha ha ha ha!"
You Wuming is angry: "I will kill myself!"
Sang opened his eyes with great effort, "You Wuming, what's the matter with you?"
He turned the black eyeball left and right: "No, it's okay. Little Sangguo, how about it."
Pretend to be careless.
Sang stared at him from a distance for a while, then blinked, and said, "Jiang Yanji, do whatever you want. My mother said, don't want that body."
You Wuming took a long breath very slowly: "Have you seen it?"
"Yeah." Sang Yuan's expression was a little hard to say, "She has a very good life in the other world, very happy, and she doesn't want to come back."
You Wuming sneered: "That's good, I don't want to see her. I have another mouth when I come, and it costs me a lot of money."
"You really look like her." She muttered lowly.
He secretly poked to observe her expression, and like a predator, he calmly leaned to her side and circled her in his arms. After she recovered a bit, he simply pushed her into the middle of the bed full of clouds.
This time, You Wuming didn't let her get out of bed.
With his long arms around her, his breath wrapped around her, he stared at her, gritted his teeth and bitterly: "Get the wedding, I see where you go!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "?" Run? What are you running? Why run? Who is going to run
She's not a little sweetheart who runs away from the bride.
It's toxic.
Sang Yuanyuan soon learned what it means to die.
She knew he was fierce on the bed, but she didn't expect to be so fierce. She never had the chance to be next to the bed normally.
She found that he had secretly pinched a strand of white hair between his dark hair, but she didn't have the strength to ask, even the strength of raising her hand to caress the strand of white hair.
Her fingers slumped softly on her side, and she felt that she had become a puddle of water, allowing him to gather her into various shapes.
She found that he fought more happily in this battle than in any other battle.
It wasn't until the courtesy officer came to remind You Wuming that he had overindulged.
Forgot the time.
There were thick dark circles under the eyes of both people.
With the help of the waitress, the new emperor and the queen put on an extremely heavy wedding dress, boarded the dragon and phoenix, and hurried to the main hall.
Sang Yuanyuan took the opportunity to summon a little face, and sprayed healing mist on his extremely sour body.
From a distance, you can feel that the ceremony on the other side of the main hall is very grand.
The two got off the dragon and phoenix in front of Jingtian Gate.
You Wuming stretched out his hand and held Sang Yuan's hand.
"Come."
Although Xiaolianhua has worked hard to cure her all the way, there are still some deep and shallow marks on her body that have not completely subsided, her legs are a little soft, and there are still black eyes under her eyes, and the powder can't cover it.
He was too much.
The huge phoenix crown flickered on her head, quite overwhelmed.
"I'm afraid there won't be a second couple in this world. The big marriage is as embarrassing as we are. It's all to blame for you, you are dead!"
She muttered angrily.
"Blam me, blame me." The joy of his eyebrows couldn't be suppressed at all.
The two joined hands and walked towards the main hall of the celestial pole along the white jade tunnel.
All the old decorations have been removed, and the main hall of the imperial palace is now thick and blue, like a deep behemoth, lying on top of the high ranks.
The left and right golden drums rumbling, the ceremonial officials led the civil and military officials and the princes and kings of various states to serve on both sides. Although it is daylight, fireworks have begun to be set off.
You Wuming's lips didn't move, but his voice floated into Sang Yuan's ears in a muttering voice.
"I didn't say that I would set off fireworks in the daytime. Looking back, these wasted money must be paid by Yun Xuzhou.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She didn't move her lips, and her voice floated out softly: "People give you so much, even if you don't pay you money, you still have to post the money back, what is it like. This money, back to the dungeon, is cruel. Just hit Qinzhou hard and get it back."
You Wuming looked at her sideways, the corners of her eyebrows and lips did not move, and said: "Smart! Once the ceremony is over, I will take care of this immediately!"
"Cai fan." Sang Yuan held the queen's style, his eyes solemn, but his tone was feminine, annoying and lazy, making You Wuming feel very happy.
The princes and generals on the left and right sides did not know their internal affairs, and stood with their breath to watch the ceremony.
It took five or six hours to perform a series of complicated rituals to worship the heaven, accept worship, and appoint hundreds of officials. Finally, the business came to an end and entered the stage of universal celebration.
The emperor and the queen sit high, the kings and wives of the countries on the left and right, and the civil and military officials at the bottom.
Melodious music surrounds the main hall, and Sang Yuanyuan follows You Wuming to accept the congratulations from all parties. He drank slightly and laughed, watching the happily below.
Sangzhou Wang and his wife were beaming.
The good things between Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou are near.
Huangfuxiong brought his puppet to the banquet.
King Zhangzhou, King Pingzhou and his sons who had been friends with You Wuming were also drunk with joy.
The widowed emperor sister You Yingyue suddenly became hot, and she turned into a frightened bird in the face of goodwill from all sides. She kept secretly raising her eyes to look at the face of the emperor and empress, like a cat lying down. .
The banquet dispersed, You Wuming let the princes and hundred officials retreat first.
He hugged Sang from a distance, from the Temple of Heaven, all the way back to the bridal chamber.
A full moon hung on the horizon, and the palace walls were high and deep. Under the moonlight, he did not look like an emperor at all, just like a proud bridegroom official.
The sleeping hall was warm red.
According to the etiquette, the two drank Hepu wine and worshipped each other.
The phoenix crown was too big, almost poking You Wuming's eyes.
The two laughed once, removed the heavy clothes and hugged them into the fiery bedding.
After kissing for a moment, she picked out the strand of white hair on his head.
"I came back all night late, which made you worried, didn't I?"
Poor Sang Yuanyuan didn't know that the fool You Wuming stunned her, and then rushed him all night.
She thought that Tian Yanjing had made a mistake, and the flow of time on both sides changed.
Such a shameful thing You Wuming is impossible to admit to death.
He whispered: "No, it's the effect of refining the bones of the soul."
Bite the scalp and make up.
"Ah, so." Sang Yuan said, "Will it be all white from now on?"
You Wuming: "..." What should I do
Interrupt first.
Black eyes rolled: "Small things, I will find a way to solve them. By the way, Xiao Sang Guo, when your soul left, I saw the wooden sang far away."
You Wuming recounted what happened that day.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, and slowly nodded: "I see. If a person loses his autonomy, his subconscious will dominate his body, follow the crowd, and live as she should be in the eyes of the world. It's not bad, just boring. ."
She curled her eyes and smiled at the corners of her lips.
"Yeah." He pressed her forehead, his big hand quietly began to spoil her, "It's very interesting to eat this kind of fruit."
…
Huangfuxiong was stayed by the emperor for one more day.
When leaving the imperial palace, You Wuming and Sang Yuan came to see off in person, making Huang Fuxiong flattered.
"Come."
You Wuming found a clean grass slope and took the lead to sit down.
Sang leaned on his side with a smile from afar, Puppet and Duanzi jumped to the side of the two, and the family of four looked at Huangfuxiong with a smile.
Huangfuxiong opened his mouth blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.
"Come and sit down and listen to the story." You Wuming smiled lightly on the corners of his lips, and took out a few cans of wine from behind.
Green plums are brewed.
Huangfuxiong sat down blankly, and listened to the story of Young Master Ming in a daze.
He picked up the wine and drank it.
"Have you made or made a puppet?" Huang Fuxiong was desperate, "Young Master Ming, how pitiful."
When he heard that a dog and a man and a woman had killed the father and son in partnership, he was sincere, and wanted to pull the dog and man out of the game.
Then he realized who that dog man was.
He was lost.
In his heart, there seemed to be a happy tower collapsed, and then another painful tower collapsed. Two completely different dusts were mixed together, sharpening his heart, and he couldn't taste any taste.
He was in a daze for a moment, and asked a question that he knew the answer in his mind: "You are the original storyteller. Xiao Zhong's Revenge..."
"Yes." You Wuming stared at him calmly.
Needless to say, Huang Fuxiong can already guess the whole story.
From the beginning it was deception and exploitation.
He felt that he deserved revenge, but he couldn't lift it up with any strength. It's not because of the difference in cultivation level, but the heart has become a mess of sand.
Puppet staggered and walked in front of him, spit out a small Lingzhu, and placed it at Huang Fuxiong's feet.
Huang Fuxiong twisted it up. At the center of the military formation that day, he didn't look at the pictures inside. Is there still a need to look at it today
For a long time, two fingers are combined.
Ji Lingzhu shattered into powder.
"Two lives, two lives in exchange." Huang Fuxiong turned his back, and his voice faintly floated out, "You Wuming, Dongzhou has been separated from you. Since then, there will be no gratitude and no grievance."
"good."
After a long while, Huang Fuxiong took a deep breath, turned around, and touched on one knee: "The emperor takes care, Huang Fuxiong has the important task of guarding the eastern front, so he retires first!"
The bear-like man had a star of complicated tears in the corner of his eyes.
Walking out lonely for a while, the hem of the clothes was suddenly pulled.
Holding his clothes, a little puppet crawled up and to his chest, with a small wooden arm around his thick neck, a small cheek came up, and kissed his cheek.
Huangfuxiong: qaq
A quiet Wuming voice floated gloomily: "Huangfuxiong, you have taken care of my short-lived mouth. Every half a month from now on, I will let it and I go to your Dongzhou for a tooth sacrifice."
Huangfuxiong: "!!!"
Huangfuxiong: Nodding frantically.
The eight-foot man ran away with tears.
After sending away Huangfuxiong, You Wuming and Sang went far to the dungeon to'visit' Jiang Yanji.
Jiang Yanji has long lost her empress's momentum.
She knew You Wuming would never let her go, this lunatic, she didn't know how to torture her. A few days of torment polished off her remaining vigor, her hair looked thinner, and after being scrapped, she was faintly aging.
You Wuming took out the Tianyan Mirror.
He approached Jiang Yanji, looking friendly and polite.
He discussed and said: "I am going to refine you and this mirror together. It may be a little bit painful, but for a long time, you can bear it. If you can't help it... Then there is nothing you can do."
Jiang Yanji wanted to retreat and hit the wall.
You Wuming's voice was more gentle: "If I fail, you and the mirror will be burned into a small pile of ashes."
He pinched his fingers and gestured slightly: "Here, just a little bit."
Jiang Yanji shuddered.
The corners of You Wuming's lips curled, and his smile was gentle like a spring breeze: "Do you want me to succeed?"
Jiang Yanji looked at him in horror.
You Wuming said to himself: "If I succeed, the mirror will still be burnt to ashes, leaving only the core of the mirror, and your soul will be captured by me and locked in the core of the mirror. One point, one day, it will completely turn into a pile of small dust. Come on, guess I will succeed or fail?"
He smiled and turned to Jiang Yanji.
Smiles like a little angel.
"I bet I will succeed!"
Soon, there was a scream that didn't sound like a human voice in the dungeon.
…
After ascending to the throne, You Wuming was like a faint emperor, and he didn't care much about government affairs.
Sang Yuanyuan tried to persuade him a few times, and he was very perfunctory and dealt with to get people together for a meeting.
Just like this, all states and nations, large and small, handed over their seals and bowed their heads.
"You Wuming, do we count as breaking history back on track?"
"perhaps?"
"But if this continues, the world will soon be destroyed."
You Wuming sneered lightly with disdain.
She changed her posture and lay on his lap lazily.
"Now this cloud realm looks much better than before, why is it still destroying the world? You said, could it be the'those outside' who came in and annihilated us?"
"Well," he stroked her hair one after another, "It's okay. In a few years, I can completely refine the bones of the Dingzhong."
She nodded and hugged him.
She also participated in the refining process. Her empathy ability has always been strong. When refining the Netherbone, she can faintly perceive the emotions remaining in the Netherbone.
'Med' is the core of extremely pure light, wandering freely, spreading warmth and light to the entire world, which is a bright and beautiful world of endless energy.
However, the greedy humans are not satisfied. They are imprisoned, frantically squeezing energy from them, causing them to produce inner demons.
Then, humans threw these demons into other worlds like trash.
How bad it is.
Ming’s pain and resentment originate from human beings. Without human greed, there would be no earth and creatures poisoned by the underworld.
Those cruelty and greed are the real root of all evil.
Sang Yuan knew that a thought had arisen in You Wuming's heart, and he planned to do something.
Once he has an idea, he won't be dismissed.
The enemy whom You Wuming is looking at will definitely regret coming to this world. Sang Yuanyuan is very sure about this.
She occasionally wondered whether the self-sacrificing race of the Yunjing Ming Clan originated from the divinity of Ming Bone. This phalanx has been suppressed here for thousands of years, entrusting the divinity of unwillingness and hope, and finally awakening in someone's body, creating a genius.
However, this is something that can never be verified.
Anyway, no matter what he wants to do, she will support him unconditionally, that's right.
…
Suddenly, You Wuming mysteriously approached Sang Yuan's ear.
"Curious fruit! I'll take you out to play."
Now he can really fly.
He took her and flew down Mingyuan.
Heavy thunder and lightning blasted beside him, and the faint and lifeless laughter was presumptuous.
The wind blew across his face, and Sang Yuanyuan felt as if he was walking through endless years and stories.
In the end.
Beneath Mingyuan is the endless red earth and sky.
The earth is full of underworld demons.
From here, the Eighteen States of the Cloud Realm is just a large mountain surrounded by thunder and lightning, and the top of the mountain is not visible. The light of the bones of the underworld faintly reveals from the mountain, attracting the underworld that covers the entire world, and one after another Climb up the mountain.
The earth is boundless, and You Wuming flew by for a long time without seeing any boundaries.
The whole world is an underworld. This place is too big, from a distance, the eighteen states in the cloud are like a small mountain in the magic sea.
"If you destroy them all, you can live a peaceful life for many years." Sang touched his chin far away and muttered to himself.
She concentrated for a moment.
"There is a lot of rotten cotton underground."
You Wuming understood it, and yoyo raised the corners of her lips.
Sang Yuan took a deep breath, and his mind followed the rotten cotton cane and spread to the endless red earth.
With all her strength, she saw huge black and red cotton popping out of the underworld pile, and the cotton buds burst, and fluffy rot cotton popped out of the cotton buds, and it was flammable at first sight.
You Wuming fell straight down, holding the knife in his backhand, and piercing the ground.
A black flame ignited in his eyes, such a pure flame, it is no longer clear whether it is water or fire.
Hei Yan followed the hilt and flowed across the blade, and suddenly burst out.
Seeing the flaming waves rolling in all directions, igniting the fluffy rotten cotton, the fire became more and more vigorous, and the underworld seemed to have fallen into the endless purgatory, without the strength of struggle, turning into endless black ash.
Black and gray circle after circle, centering on the two, swinging to the boundless earth.
You Wuming and Sang looked at each other from a distance.
The eyes of the two of them are reflected in the sky of flames, and the flames on their bodies are slowly dissipating.
Looking around the world, there are tumbling fires, underworld demons, and underworld demons corpses everywhere.
Between heaven and earth, there is no human civilization, only a lonely mountain in the distance, and two arson demons.
Oh, destiny.
I see.
(End of text)
The author has something to say: tomorrow will be more extravagant.
In the first episode, Sang went to the modern age to find Jiang Yanji. (So modern drama is placed inside Fanwai)
Fanwai two, if the little boy has never been blackened [upper, middle, lower] (change the posture and eat the fruit again. Freefly writes all kinds of garbled warnings.)
The new "This Damn Shura Field!" was opened seamlessly on February 6th. 》
The big brothers of the Three Realms suddenly discovered that the little sister Yu Chuyue, who was newly admitted to the sect of the Tianji Sect, had exactly the same face as the first beauty who had accidentally fallen a hundred years ago.
That one, but the white moonlight, moles, pretty confidant, and good sister of the big brothers.
So Yu Chuyue was forced to open a substitute asura field—
Righteous Sword Sovereign: "Woman, recognize your identity, you can only be her substitute forever."
Lord of the Devil: "Should I make you a puppet so that this face will always smile at me?"
Overbearing Demon King: "Oh, give birth to a child like her, you can go to death."
Yu Chuyue (Xueba face): "I'm sorry that our Tianjizong bans puppies and that bunch of old men and old ladies are super able to fight!"
Finally one day, Yu Chuyue had to tell her secret to the big brother who looked as clean as ice and snow but was so black-hearted.
"Actually, I am the woman who died with the first immortal at the beginning, think about it in embarrassment?"
The cold man smiled like a ghost: "It's such a coincidence, I am the one who died in the same hole as you."
*The heroine is not green tea
*1v1, he
*The real bossy male protagonist in a black vest x I am the Pippi Shrimp female protagonist who is my own stand-in