After the thunder calamity, the alchemy room at Chenxia Peak was razed to the ground. Qing Yuan held his precious alchemy furnace, thankful that he had foresight, and brought out the alchemy furnace and precious herbs in a storage bag.
The place struck by the thunder was charred black, the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving, and the sky rained down.
Kong Hou picked up the hem of his skirt and ran towards Huan Zong's place. Seeing that his whole body was as black as ink, he didn't even know where his hair was headed. He had never been so embarrassed before, covering his mouth and laughing.
Huan Zong put away the Longyin Sword and walked slowly to Konghou step by step: "You actually laughed at me, eh?"
"No." Konghou shook his head, his eyes shining like stars, "How could I laugh at my man."
"real?"
"real."
Huanzong stretched out his arms and took Konghou into his arms. He would not tell Konghou that there were many people and many things in his consciousness, and finally it was her face that let him pass the level of inner demons.
Afraid of parting, looking forward to being with you forever, all fears and expectations are not worth her smile, a soft and tender "Huan Zong."
Why does Jianxiu hold a sword
Protect the world, protect the sect, protect yourself, protect your beloved ones.
Those who have a heart to protect will make themselves stronger. He didn't understand before, but now he finally understands. There is nothing wrong with fear, worry, joy, or sadness. People are born with these feelings, why should they forcibly give up these feelings
He used to think that being ruthless is invincible, but now he finally understands that understanding emotion is the real power.
"Ah, this is my favorite Feixian skirt!"
Kong Hou was lying on Huan Zong's chest, stretched out his hand to twist his waist, and being rubbed by Huan Zong like this, his clothes were completely unreadable.
"Is it important for me or the clothes?" Huan Zong said aggrieved.
Kong Hou's heart trembled, he reached out and patted Huan Zong's back: "Of course you are important, you are important."
Huan Zong smiled with satisfaction: "I knew that in Konghou's heart, I was the most important."
Several elders with good hearing could no longer listen, so they changed their bodies and walked out. Wuming Zhenren stroked his snow-white beard and said with emotion, "I can't believe that Zhongxi Zhenren is like this in front of his lovers..."
"It's a good thing for young people to have a good relationship." Qing Yuan coughed dryly, "It's a good thing."
Wuming Zhenren smiled and didn't make fun of the feelings of the younger generation.
In a small town adjacent to Yongcheng, Jiusu sat leaning on a carved wooden chair, looking lazily at his subordinates kneeling on the ground: "You mean, the people we sent were caught by ordinary people in Yongcheng as soon as they entered the city. Did anyone find out?"
The subordinate's teeth were chattering, and he nodded cautiously: "Yes, your lord."
"Heh." Jiu Su sneered, "Even ordinary people can't be fooled, so what's the use of keeping you?"
The room was silent, and no one dared to make a sound.
A Venerable who was closest to Jiusu took a deep breath and said with courage, "Your Highness, this place in Yongcheng is very evil."
"No matter how evil people are, they are just low-level people who can't cultivate." Jiu Su sneered, "You have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no way to take these people."
Everyone was silent again, and did not dare to refute in front of the Lord. They already had a faint psychological shadow on Yongcheng in their hearts.
I don't have the heart to talk about such trivial issues with these trashy subordinates: "Send someone to continue to inquire about the news. Have those well-known and decent people arrived in Yongcheng, but what useful information can I get from them?"
"Since the people we sent to Yunhuamen were discovered last time, when the major sects went out, they brought magic tools to identify illusions. Our people can no longer disguise themselves as decent disciples of famous sects and approach them. And they are vigilant. Very high, the disciples of the small sects go out, and the big sects arrange their disciples to accompany them, even if our people try their best to get close to them, they will not be able to find any useful news."
Now the decent monks are more and more united, and it is inconvenient for them to do evil things.
"People from the top ten sects are still so meddlesome." Jiu Su said with a sullen face, "Don't worry, there are only a few people with high cultivation levels in the cultivation world now, all of them are not opponents of this seat, until the eighth day of the first lunar month. , I want to make their cultivation world bleed into a river."
"Honorable lord, my subordinates have heard a piece of news, and I don't know if it will be of any use."
"Say."
"It is rumored that Jiufengmen intends to let its disciples and Zhongxi become Taoist companions. Zhongxi is infatuated with the Yunhuamen Konghou, and rejects the idea of Jiufengmen marrying. Liuguangzong Jinyue single-handedly facilitated it, and Konghou's master Wangtong is not satisfied with this marriage."
"Interesting." Jiu Su raised his eyebrows, "But what's the point of knowing that these sons and daughters are affectionate?"
Everyone: "… "
Jiu Su sneered, feeling this kind of thing seems to have nothing, and he can only move himself. Back then, he was doting on Hong Yan wholeheartedly, but in the end, didn't she desperately hurt him
If it wasn't for her, he would have leveled the entire cultivation world ten years ago, so why wait until today
People in Yongcheng came and went, and monks from all over the world came to participate in the ceremony of the ceremony between the real person Zhongxi and the fairy Konghou. The shop in Yongcheng also took advantage of this opportunity to launch a lot of new products. It is said that the same style of flying sword as the real Zhongxi sold well, and many young monks bought one and hung it on their waists.
There are also hairpins and immortal skirts that the female cultivators of Yunhua Sect like. The Sect Master of the Glazed Light Sect ate the jerky, which was very popular among cultivators from all over the world.
The monks guarding the gate of Yongcheng seem to be ordinary, but they are all above the level of Jindan cultivation, and the leaders are all direct disciples of each peak. Seeing that Yunhuamen was so prepared, the various sects felt a little more secure.
As soon as Jiufengmen Zhihe Peak Master and the eldest disciple Ling Yue entered the city, they were attracted by the lively atmosphere inside and the red flowers and red silk that could be seen everywhere. There are quite a few vendors along the street. To her surprise, none of the vendors pestered her to sell products, and there were no children begging in front of her.
The hawking was heard one after another, and the whole city was filled with an atmosphere of joy.
"To celebrate the ceremony of Fairy Konghou and Daoist Zhongxi, we will offer 20% off in our store."
"Don't leave the noodles, I want to eat another bowl after eating a bowl of noodles. The noodles that Fairy Konghou and the real person Zhongxi have eaten. The male cultivator will find the female cultivator who looks like a flower and the jade, and the female cultivator will find the noodles like a crown of jade after eating it. Infatuated male cultivator."
Ling Yue couldn't help laughing. When she came to Yongcheng ten years ago, she already felt that the people of Yongcheng were different from those of other places. Looking at them today, she found these people even more interesting.
She walked to the noodle shop that sold the noodle, and asked the waiter who was attracting the guests, "Did Zhongxi and Konghou really come here to eat?"
"That's natural, how dare you lie about this." The clerk greeted Zhihe with a smile and sat down with Lingyue, "Xianchang, Fairy, I wonder if you two have taboos?"
"No." Ling Yue took a look at the noodle shop. Many of them were monks from other places. The accents were even more varied, which made the noodle shop very lively.
Yongcheng, a place full of delicious food, makes noodles that will not disappoint. After Lingyue and Zhihe finished eating, they walked not far after they came out, and saw a shop selling glutinous rice dumplings calling for customers again, saying something, "Zhongxi is fine if he eats it."
Lingyue, Zhihe: "..."
Unexpectedly, I felt that I had been deceived.
Along the way, nine out of ten shops claimed to be the shop that Konghou and Zhongxi had agreed to eat.
"The people of Yongcheng are very courageous, and they dare to use Fairy Konghou and Master Zhongxi to attract guests." Zhihe couldn't help laughing, "Yunhuamen is also tolerant towards these people."
Just as they were talking, the disciples sent by Yunhuamen to receive the two rushed over. There were too many guests in the past two days. Both the Liuguang Sect and the disciples of Yunhuamen were running up and down the mountain, and they were very busy.
Seeing the disciples of Yunhuamen rushing to receive them outside the mountain gate, Zhihe Peak Master smiled and said, "There are daoist friends who have worked hard to welcome them from afar."
"The junior Yunhuamen disciples are here, and the peak master and the fairy have come from a long way. It's hard work, please." The Yunhuamen disciples invited Xianhe and invited them to go up the mountain.
Ling Yue saw that this disciple had an outstanding appearance, his bone age was just over twenty years old, and he was already at the foundation-building stage: "Is your fellow Daoist a disciple of He Zong?"
"Junior is the eldest disciple of Qiyuefeng Chengyi Renren. At the exchange conference ten years ago, I had the fate to meet the peak master and the fairy." Guilin was wearing a blue shirt and a jade crown with hair, and there was a sense of awe in his elegance.
Ten years ago, he was only a teenager in his teens. Even if he attended the exchange conference, he was very inconspicuous, so Ling Yue didn't know him, so he was not surprised at all.
Ling Yue was secretly shocked, it turned out that this was the return. Yunhuamen accepted a disciple who had established a foundation in less than ten years of cultivation, and it has long since spread to the major sects. Although this kind of cultivation speed is not as fast as Konghou, Zhongxi, Lingyue and others, it is already a terrifying cultivation speed when looking at the entire cultivation world.
This kind of luck is really enviable.
The oldest generation of Yunhuamen is supported by Qiu Shuang and other three elders. The elders include Wangtong and Qingyuanli, and the younger generation has disciples such as Konghou, Wuchuan, Chengyi, Tanfeng, and Linghui. The disciples have emerged, and there is no need to worry about the strength of the sect for the next thousand years.
"Just now at the foot of the mountain, there are many food shops claiming to be the food that Fairy Konghou and Master Zhongxi have tasted..." Ling Yue reminded politely.
Guilin's expression was a little subtle, and he bowed to Lingyue: "Thank you Fairy for telling me, but those stores didn't lie, Master Konghou and Uncle Zhongxi... have indeed tasted at these restaurants."
He was really embarrassed to say that Uncle Konghou took the real person Zhong Xi to taste the food, from the beginning of the city to the end of the city, not even the food stalls.
I really don't know what kind of mood Zhong Xi is in to accompany Master Konghou to finish these things. When he was young, he had a vague affection for Uncle Konghou, but after seeing how the real person Zhong Xi treated Uncle Konghou, it turned into a cloud of smoke.
Without him, because he can't act like a coquette like the real Zhong Xi.
The dignified real person Zhongxi turned out to be like that in front of Uncle Konghou. Who would believe it when he said it
Seven days before the ceremony, according to the old rules, Konghou and Huanzong could not meet, and Huanzong could not even live at Yunhua Gate.
Without Zong Huan to play with him, Konghou was bored, so he went to teach his disciples techniques, and he became one of the most popular senior sisters among the new disciples.
The night before the ceremony, Konghou thought he would meditate all night and couldn't sleep at all. Who knew that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed, and had a strange dream.
This dream was a bit strange. She didn't see herself or her master, but only saw that the two brothers and Uncle Qingyuan were not in harmony. Later, when he returned to the sect, he was accepted by Uncle Qingyuan, and there were frequent conflicts in the sect.
Where is Huan Zong
As soon as Konghou had this consciousness, the surrounding scenery changed, becoming the beautiful Glazed Light Sect.
Huan Zong sat quietly on the boulder, the expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, but his face was terribly pale, and when he coughed, he spat out a lot of blood.
"Huanzong!" Konghou found that he was a wisp of wind, a cloud of transparent air, no one could see her, she was just a powerless bystander. She watched Huan Zong's body getting worse and worse, watched Xie Xiu suddenly attack the cultivation world, and the ten major sects were killed and injured countless times.
The entire cultivation world turned into a sea of blood. Although Jiu Su was eventually defeated, none of the Moon Star Sect disciples survived, and none of the Qingjing Temple survived. Most of the swordsmen were killed or injured, and the three elders of Yunhua Sect died. Dao Xiao, the contradiction between the five peaks is irreconcilable, and eventually parted ways.
Waking up from the dream, Konghou got up from the bed with the quilt in his arms, and looked out of the still-lit window, feeling a little dazed. After a long while, she got up and opened the window. In the early morning of the eighth day, she couldn't see the moon, and all she saw was the stars in the sky.
"Can't you let me have a good dream on a happy day?" Konghou sneered towards the sky, "Dreams are reversed, dreams are reversed. Grandpa Tiandao, you must bless the entire cultivation world, thank you."
After bowing, she put the snacks and fruits on the table on the windowsill: "The tribute to you, let's say it's done."
The stars in the sky flashed and flashed, and there were a few pops across the sky, which was very beautiful.
After looking at the sky for a while, Konghou finally came out of the miserable image in the dream, put on the neatly stacked wedding clothes and crown, and painted his makeup in front of the mirror.
In the world of comprehension, they don't pay attention to what kind of bridesmaids they invite, and they don't let female nuns wear hijabs. It is said that a thousand years ago, a male cultivator from the mortal world wanted to wear a hijab with a female cultivator who was his Taoist partner, and was beaten up by the female cultivator.
After the beating, the female cultivator said, "What's wrong? A woman's face cannot be seen by other men at the wedding banquet, but a man's face can be seen by other women?"
The ceremony for the two of them was cancelled because of this. The male cultivator used his own tragic real experience to promote the speed of equality between men and women in the entire cultivation world. At least there are no more male cultivators who dare to let the female cultivator do what he doesn't want to do. matter.
When it was dawn, Konghou heard the sound of music coming from the entire sect, and the senior sisters surrounded her and praised her head to toe.
"Senior Sister Linghui." Konghou grabbed Linghui's hand. In her dream, Linghui was killed by an evil cultivator disguised as Senior Brother Tanfeng, and the newly changed Liuxian skirt was dyed red with blood.
"Don't be nervous." Linghui patted the back of her hand, "Anyway, it's just going through the motions. You and Zhong Xi are so familiar with each other, so why be nervous?"
"The groom is here!"
The people of Yongcheng looked up at the Flying Horses rushing past in the sky, as well as the red envelopes and flowers falling from the sky, and they applauded with excitement.
After the flying horses, there are two rows of gorgeous flying boats. Musicians playing music are sitting on the flying boats. Immortal music bursts.
There are also flying flying nuns dancing in the back, gorgeous flying palace, and the rain of red envelopes has never stopped.
The low-key Glazed Light Sect showed off his wealth, and no other sect could match it.