As he spoke, he took out a thin bracelet. The chain was splendid and bright. It was strung with mother-of-pearl from the East China Sea and Xihejing from Zhu Rongshan. At first glance, it was an item of great value.
"You studied the book earlier and wanted to ask for the carp spar, but unfortunately, the stone has been used by my cousin to make swords. I didn't prepare any other gifts. I bought this water and fire chain, you should wear it properly."
"This... this is too precious, Qiu Tong is afraid I can't take it... "
"How can there be a reason not to accept gifts?" Mo Ran said with a smile, "What's more, the water and fire chain can also suppress the spiritual power of fire, but it is only suitable for women to wear. You wear it on your body, and you will always be around Nangong Gongzi in the future. Take a look at his spiritual flow, it is a practical thing."
Song Qiutong looked back at Nangong Si, and after receiving the approval, he took the chain with both hands, bowed respectfully, and said warmly, "Thank you, Master Mo."
The four of them drank tea and sat and chatted for a while.
Chu nightning cares about Nangong Si's life-long affairs, so he let him pay more attention to whether the details of the wedding ceremony have been arranged properly these days, and don't make trouble temporarily.
Nangong Si finished drinking the tea in three or two sips, threw the empty cup in his hand to play with, and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, I go to see it every night. I'm different from when I was a child, and I know some things. Don't worry. No, I found out that Qiu Tong's dress was missing a pearl yesterday, so I immediately asked someone to rework it."
When he mentioned the wedding ceremony, there was a little shyness on his face that had always been flying and unruly.
He glanced at Song Qiutong and said with a smile, "Qiutong will be very good-looking by then."
This sentence fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's previous husband, and Mo Ran absentmindedly poured himself a cup of tea. Of course, he knew that Song Qiutong's country was fragrant and had a peerless style, but so what
Back then, when Xu Yingfeng offered sacrifices to the sky, Ta Xianjun married the first queen in the cultivation world, and the phoenix candle shone brightly on the wedding night, but he never stayed in the new house.
That night, he drank too much, the candles were drenched in red, and the tent was drowsy. He raised the bride's blushing and shy face and stared at it for a while. Before the major ceremonies of life, people are always prone to have years of flooding and feelings of vicissitudes.
He suddenly felt so unreal, his eyes seemed to penetrate the beautiful and bright red in front of him, and fell into the snowy wind and snow many years ago.
When he was naked in the cold wind... When he was about to die of starvation and thirst, received pity, and licked the rice soup that man brought... When he first came to the top of life and death, and was uneasy... When he was on tiptoe Get up on your toes and go to Zheyuexia Haitang... When he knelt in front of Chu Wanning and Liu Teng added him...
He never thought that one day, he would step on all the immortals and respect the world.
"Husband, what are you thinking about?" She opened her lips lightly, her eyes narrowed, and the breath she exhaled was sweet and extravagant, just like his high status today.
He seems to have everything, beauty, status, power...
What is he not satisfied with now
He couldn't think of any dissatisfaction, but he felt very empty. The whole figure seemed to be standing on the top of the steep peak, surrounded by low-lying faces, blurred.
He walked through these flattering faces, they praised him, praised him, they knelt down to greet him, and flattered him, one after another with exactly the same face.
He heard someone calling him charmingly, his voice soft and tender like peony petals: "Husband... Husband..."
He felt disgusted and disgusted, and he wanted to get away from this tidal wave of fans, but this sweet voice wrapped around him like sugar water.
He shoved Song Qiutong away suddenly, the charming bride was very rude, and fell on the scarlet bridal room with dragon and phoenix red couch, her head full of gold and silver dots trembling, swaying, and in the phantom of jewels, Mo Ran felt that everything was So distorted, so unreal, the golden light is like a ghost fire, and the red candle is like blood and tears.
He felt disgusting... But he didn't know who was disgusting, Song Qiutong? Or become like this.
He ran away.
In the last life, few people in the world knew that on the day of the immortal king's wedding, Queen Song Qiutong was left out in the cold, and the ink burned in a golden and red dress, and pushed open the door of the red lotus water pavilion.
He walked in, and after a while, the candle in the water pavilion went out, and Song Qiutong's newlywed husband stayed inside for a whole night.
It was not until the evening of the second day that Xue Meng broke into the top of the dead and made trouble, and the ink burned the door lazily, tidying up the messy clothes, and walked to the front hall with a sultry face.
What happened in the red lotus water pavilion that night is completely unknown to outsiders.
Saying goodbye to Nangong Si, Chu nightning and Mo Ran returned to the other courtyard together.
Chu nightning suddenly asked indifferently: "Just now Nangong said that Song Qiutong is good-looking, what are you doing looking at people in a daze?"
The ink burned and said: "I'm thinking about what she looks like in a wedding dress."
Chu nightning still had a sudden jealousy, he fluttered his sleeves and his face was very cold: "Don't think about indecent manner, other people's fiancee, what can you worry about."
The ink burned and smiled: "Who said that I miss her, I'm thinking about how she looks in a wedding dress, that's it. It's not as good as the teacher's half color."
"… "
Originally, he wanted to vent his anger, but he was caught off guard by the little wolf dog licking his palm.
Chu nightning's face was white for a while, and he couldn't say a decent word for a long time. Finally, he waved his sleeves and said: "The ridiculous thing of the ghost master's illusion will not be mentioned in the future."
Mo Ran sighed in his heart, it's not that I want to mention it, it's you who want to ask me, and I don't want to lie to you, praise you for your good looks, and be murdered by you.
But being murdered by you also feels very sweet.
Thinking of losing you once, I just feel that being scolded by you so energetically for a lifetime is like being immersed in a sugar jar, Chu nightning...
What to do, I can't do it without craving you.
The days passed quickly, and one day, the day of Nangong Si's big wedding was coming.
The Confucianism Gate has been filled with guests from all over the world, whether it is the head of the sect, the young master of the martial arts, or even some wealthy businessmen who have no spiritual power. In front of the main city, for a time, the canopy was like clouds, the carriages and horses were like weaving, and there was an endless stream of men and women dressed in costumes.
Xue Meng was dragged by his father all the way to say hello to those female cultivators of similar age.
"Wang Xianjun, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh, isn't this a little mando? It's so big. It's really bright and moving. Come, Xue Meng, come and say hello to your uncle Wang."
Xue Meng moved over reluctantly and said, "Uncle Wang is good."
Xue Zhengyi slapped him on the back of the head with a smile on his face, but gritted his teeth and said, "It's Uncle Wang, not Uncle Wang."
"Hahaha, it's the same, it's the same, the Pride of Heaven is really handsome, born like you, Lao Xue, you are lucky."
One to two, Xue Meng was pushed and shoved and "little mando" to hang out in the garden. The little mando was sixteen this year, and it was twenty-eight youth, but the whole person seemed a little cold. Said: "The elders pushed us to come out together, Xue Gongzi will not understand."
"Um."
"But I said it before, you can take a walk, but I really don't like Mr. Xue's temperament. So don't think about it."
"Oh... huh??"
Xue Meng was shocked. He stopped abruptly, his face was gray and black, and he was waiting for the little mantra.
The little wild flower raised her chin, quite arrogant, and she held Xue Meng's face in a demonstration, and said coldly: "I have my own heart, even if you fall in love with me..."
"Are you sick?!" Xue Meng exploded, "Me?" He pointed at himself, his face stunned, "Focus on you?"
"Otherwise, why did you drag me down a deserted path? Could it be that you have a ghost in your heart?"
"Why don't you say that you have a hole in your head!"
Xue Meng's violent temper came up. He was furious, his eyes burst into flames, and he kept repeating: "I like you? I like you? I-"
"What did you say you liked me so many times? You are a disciple!" Little Mantuo was very stubborn, stomping his feet, looking up, and slapped Xue Meng's face.
Xue Meng was already dizzy, and he was slapped by this pink and tender hand for no reason, and he wanted to vomit blood. If Mrs. Wang hadn't taught him to be courteous to women on weekdays, I'm afraid he would have beaten the little mando to the ground.
At this moment, a man with pale eyes and a high nose came from a distance. When Little Manda first saw it, he was stunned at first, and then his eyes filled with tears in an instant, with a coquettish voice: "Mr. Mei!" He ran straight towards the man.
The man who came was Mei Hanxue. He didn't expect that he had walked such a remote path and could meet others. He was obviously startled, but when he saw the little mantra running towards him, he raised his hand and fell into the sky. A barrier slammed the girl out. The girl was caught off guard, and Ci Shi slammed into the barrier that was flowing with the power of lightning, exclaimed and fell to the ground.
Mei Hanxue didn't plan to help her, she looked down at her, frowned and said, "Girl, you've got the wrong person."
"How could it be wrong? How could it be wrong... That year you promised me a golden sachet, saying that you would never forget it again when you met me. When I was eighteen, you would marry me. You... have you forgotten?"
Mei Hanxue: "..."
"Young Master Mei..."
"You really got the wrong person." Mei Hanxue didn't say more, just shook her head, left such a sentence, and walked past the girl with tears in her eyes.
Xue Meng witnessed this scene, and only felt good and relieved.
Qi is the romantic seed of Qimei Hanxue. If you really put on your pants, you will not recognize people. You are so ruthless and indifferent.
It's because he didn't expect that the guy that Little Mando likes is actually Mei Hanxue. Mei Hanxue has the same name as him. On his face, Little Mando fell in love with him, and it was really bloody mildew for eight lifetimes.
Mei Hanxue walked up to him, squinting her light-colored glazed eyes, and looked at him sideways for a moment.
Xue Meng thought, what to see? How dare you look at me like this? You are famous all over the world, and I am famous in Kyushu. I cannot lose in terms of momentum.
So he raised his head proudly and glanced at Mei Hanxue with the end of his eyes like a 250-year-old, ready to snort rather dignifiedly and contemptuously when the two of them completely misaligned their shoulders.
"Why is your face swollen?"
Unexpectedly, Mei Hanxue walked halfway, but she didn't leave, she stopped, stood in front of him, a short distance away, and looked at him lightly.
"It's pretty swollen."
Xue Meng didn't come up in one breath, he still couldn't stop the car, and hummed proudly.
Mei Hanxue: "..."
"..." Xue Meng's face flushed quickly, he turned his head sharply, murderous, "You control me? I accidentally fell while walking!"
"Then you should watch it when you walk." Mei Hanxue said calmly, "It's not easy to fall like this."
After he finished speaking, he left, leaving Xue Meng stunned for a while, before he jumped in anger: "Mei Hanxue! You son of a bitch! You, you wait for me! I am at odds with you!!"
Suffering a stomach of grievances, Xue Meng ran out of the garden with red eyes, running too fast, and it was too cold to bump into a person's chest.
Xue Meng was furious and scolded: "What! Don't you have eyes when you walk?"
When he looked up, it was a tall and handsome man in blue clothes. His clothes were embroidered with Du Ruo patterns embroidered with golden silk threads. On the top of his head was a sapphire hair crown of Gu Yueye. The two eyelashes were long and soft, covering his eyes. He raised his eyes. , inside is the hazy misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with a face that fascinates souls.
The man pushed Xue Meng away and adjusted his clothes. He seemed to be in a bad mood. The slender fingers smoothed the folds in front of the front. Xue Meng saw the silver ring on his index finger. For a moment, he was suddenly shocked: "Jiang Xi?"
The head of Gu Yueye, the richest man in the world, Jiang Xi!
This person is about the same age as Xue Zhengyi, but his mind is different. Jiang Xi's appearance is also in his twenties. This person is rich and noble, and his appearance is extremely beautiful. He is really the only darling of God.
At the Lingshan Conference, Jiang Xi was missing from the top ten leaders. At that time, Xue Meng still thought about it. He didn't know what this absent guy looked like. When I saw it today, it was Qiuma Merry, and I couldn't help but shake. , his eyes stared straight at others.
Jiang Xi's face was sullen, but she didn't have a good temper: "You can call the name of the leader of the faction? It's ridiculous."
When Xue Meng heard this, he only felt that the humiliation was a hundred times better than what Mei Hanxue had received, and immediately said angrily: "What's the matter, when you are old, you are not allowed to call your name? You still have to call you a head. Immortal, right? Nangong Liu is not as big as you!"
"It's so unruly!" Jiang Xi said calmly, "Whose disciple are you?"
"Why do you ask me to answer? What are you? Those hozens in Gu Yueyue listened to your orders, and I still want to buy your account? I won't tell you! I think you are a—"
"Meng'er!"
Suddenly a soft voice sounded, Xue Meng suddenly stopped, staggered Jiang Xi, and looked behind him.
Mrs. Wang didn't know when she came over. She probably heard Xue Meng's unruly contradicting just now, so her face looked pale and anxious, and she quickly stopped: "Meng'er, don't talk anymore, come here, Come to my mother."
Xue Meng glared at Jiang Xi again, waved his hand and walked towards Mrs. Wang, bowing his head obediently: "Aniang."
Jiang Xi stood there for a while, then turned around slowly, and narrowed her eyes. In those beautiful eyes that were clearly born, there was a gleam of malice.
He looked at the mother and son next to the pink wall and the tile, and said coldly: "Oh, this is the favored son of heaven, Xue Zhengyi's good son, Xue Meng, right?"
Madam Wang: "..."
Jiang Xi's eyelashes trembled for a moment, then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was ridicule in them: "As expected of Xue Zhengyi's seed, it's really good."
"You are not allowed to insult my father!"
"Meng'er!" Mrs. Wang immediately grabbed him, pulled him behind her, and then with a pale face, bowed with Jiang Xi, "Xue Meng, the dog, is used to being self-willed, and please don't take offense at the head of Jiang."
"Heh, the head of Jiang..." Jiang Xi, like a poisonous snake, soaked these three words between the wet lips and teeth for a moment, swallowed slowly, and then said, "It doesn't matter. He has half of your blood on him. , in terms of seniority, I can recognize him as a nephew..."
"Who wants to be your nephew! Don't look at your ugly face, get out of here!"
"Meng'er..."
Jiang Xi smiled coldly, stared at Xue Meng for a moment, his eyes slowly shifted, and fell on Mrs. Wang's face, Mrs. Wang lowered her eyes and said: "Please don't joke anymore, the concubine is no longer lonely. You are Yue Ye's disciple, how can you talk about seniority in the head again?"
"...Okay." Jiang Xi nodded and said coldly, "Okay, great. Seeing the old man and the old man's son today really opened Jiang's eyes. I don't know what the place of life and death is like. A good white magnolia can also be stained with mud ashes."
"Jiang Xi! Say it again! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Xue Meng listened to this man insulting his mother in front of him, and the blood rushed to the top of his head. He was desperate to rush forward. Madam Wang couldn't hold him. Seeing that the situation was out of control, he suddenly heard a loud noise in the sky. , a dazzling fireworks exploded, the bells and drums rumbled, and the Confucian-style sect's singing and ritual officials used amplifying techniques to spread a sentence throughout the seventy-two cities in an instant.
"Hundreds of families welcome the wind banquet, which will be held in the Shile Hall at the Youshi time. All distinguished guests are invited to come and enjoy the light-"
Jiang Xi glanced at Xue Meng coldly, turned around with his sleeves, and went away.
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