Murong Chun rushed to the Heavenly Sparrow Sect.
Goodbye Gong Lin, as if a world away.
This round-faced wife seemed to have grown up in a few days. Seeing him, she no longer sang like a cheerful bird and threw herself in his arms.
She just stood quietly behind her parents, looking at him like an ordinary customer.
In the presence of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Shou Li's Murong Chun naturally couldn't ask her directly, so he had to suppress his anxiety and explain to the two elders that he had never set foot in the brothel.
He was justified and well-founded, and how many roads he drove every day, where and how long he stayed, are all well-documented.
Sect Master Gong's expression finally slowed down, but he still didn't let go. He only said, "So, Great Sword Immortal Murong thinks, what is your master, Lord Sword, in terms of emotional matters?"
"Ah..." Murong Chun looked worried for a moment, "Master is a human being, naturally, he is upright and upright, emotionally... his wife and wife are deeply affectionate and loyal."
How can a disciple say bad things about Master behind his back!
But what he didn't even notice was that when he said the last few words, his voice was unconsciously lowered a lot, and he hesitated a little.
Over the years, Mu Roujia has come too often, and is about to set up camp in Wanjian Guizong.
A while ago there was a shallow jade...
Plus that Yun Jianbai, who is always ready to pack his bags and come in as a concubine...
Master Gong Zong was so sophisticated, he was very clear in his heart when he looked at Murong Chun's expression.
The couple looked at each other and understood—Murong Chun also knew that Lord Sword had other women with Liu Qingyin on his back, but they couldn't speak ill of Master behind his back.
Sect Master Gong sneered: "You learn from the Sword Sovereign. If you want to come, you will learn in all aspects. With us, Arlene is also a'love and loyalty'? Even if you are surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan, you are weak. Take only one scoop for three thousand water, right?"
"No, no, no," Murong Chun hurriedly waved his hand, "I am dull by nature, and I am most afraid of women getting a headache. How dare I have more contact with Yingyan. There is Gong Lin alone, this life is enough, there is nothing to ask for."
The round-faced woman had already had tears in her eyelashes, her lips were still pressed tightly.
Murong Chun's expression was so sincere that Sect Master Gong could only sigh secretly-if this son pretends, then he will surely become a generation of heroes and achieve boundless hegemony.
"Alin, would you like to believe it?" Sect Master Gong threw the question back to his daughter.
Murong Chun looked forward to her, raising her eyes to stare at her Taoist companion.
After a few days, she became a little haggard, and her round face was slightly sunken, making it more clear and beautiful. Murongchun's heart suddenly filled with tenderness, and he couldn't wait to bring her into his arms immediately, feed her fat twice and talk about other things.
"I believe it." Gong Lin finally raised her eyes and glanced at Murong Chun.
Murong Chun was overjoyed.
But after hearing Gong Lin say again: "However, I still decided to return the bones to you. Murong, the gap between you and me is too big. I didn't understand until this moment. After all, I don’t deserve it. you."
Murong Chun was about to speak, but Gong Lin raised her palm to stop him, and continued--
"If I am a woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, then, upon hearing the news that you are in the brothel, I will be able to kill with a sword and go to the door immediately. If I have the cultivation base of yours, when your teacher humiliates me, I You can fight her happily. If my sect can match Wanjian’s return to the sect, then my father who retreats will not be forced to go out and meet people he doesn’t want to take a look at. Smile at a loss."
Murong Chunru was struck by lightning: "Alin... I let you... suffer so many wrongs."
The smile on Gong Lin's face was extremely painful, but with the breath of new birth like childbirth: "So, Murong, let's be well. I am very happy with you. I don't blame you. We can get together and relax. Come, take away the carved bones, and return mine to me—you see, I am not a good match for you, I don't even have the ability to remove your carved bones."
Murong Chun was silent for a moment, a ray of determination in his eyes.
He summoned the sword backhand.
The faces of Sect Master Gong and his wife showed a look of'it really is so', as if they were sighing, but also like relief.
Gong Lin closed her eyes, resisted the tears, and handed her arm to Murong Chun.
"Zheng—"
"Clang—"
The three men looked at the broken sword on the ground in astonishment.
Murong Chun knelt on one knee, raised his head, tears looming in his eyes: "It's my incompetence that made my father-in-law and wife misunderstand this. Today, Murong Chun broke off the sword of life, and the sword intent is also abolished. From then on, it is just an ordinary thing. No matter the monk, I hope you don't dislike it and give me one more chance."
"you you you… "
Gong Lin was shocked to aphasia.
Murong Chun smiled: "Master has the grace of rebirth to me, and Murong dare not betray his teacher. Although the sword intent is now abolished, it is still possible for Huizong to be the head of the house. I hope that my wife will not despise me, and I can still support my family. of."
Where could Gong Lin be able to hold it back, and immediately rushed forward, hugging him and crying.
…
The news that Great Sword Immortal Murongchun destroyed his future for the Taoist companion soon reached the brothel.
All the disciples under the seat looked at Murong Chun with the sad eyes of an old mother, and sighed.
Murong Chun was also anxious: "... It's impossible! What kind of Taoist couple, in this life, I, Murong Chun, will never look for any Taoist couple."
He stroked the natal fairy sword in front of him, and his face was speechless: "Break the sword for a woman? Even if I die, even if I become crazy, even after ten one hundred years, there is absolutely no possibility that I will fall in love with any woman!"
Lin Chuo: "..." Zhenxiang's warning came.
This incident reminded Lin Chu of a plot. In the book, Murong Chun's cultivation was completely destroyed, and when Wan Jian returned to the sect to manage logistics affairs, it was the section where Liu Qingyin and Qin Yunxi were so good at mixing oil.
After a rainy night, both Qin and Liu realized how important each other was in their hearts, so they had a long conversation and resolved all the misunderstandings they had had before.
After the couple got together, they saw Murong Chun ruined his cultivation level because of family affairs, and felt extremely sorry for him, so he often went to his Cang Songfeng to persuade him. Murong Chun's Taoist companion has a temperament, and she always keeps people out of the cave for Murong Chun, saying that he wants to rest in peace, and no one sees him.
This episode was quickly forgotten by Liu Qingyin, because it was at this time that she encountered Mahayana's heart-warming catastrophe. The book didn’t mention how Wen Xinjie survived, only knowing that although Liu Qingyin passed through the catastrophe smoothly, but the soul was severely injured, Qin Yunxi was heartbroken, looking for Qianruyu, wanting to ask her for the last one. Marrow jade flower.
Lin Chiu pulled Wei Liang's sleeve.
Wei Liang understood it and took her to a quiet place with no one.
"I want revenge." Lin Chiu's eyebrows were crooked and she smiled cunningly. "When my Yuan Ying crossed the robbery, Liu Qingyin used the mysterious key to break into my robbery and wanted to interfere with me. This time I want to ask her for it. Come."
Revenge is actually just an excuse.
Liu Qingyin in this world has nothing to do with Lin Chuo, and Lin Chu won't put another Liu Qingyin's account on her.
Just intuition tells Lin Jiao that Liu Qingyin's Mahayana Questioning Heart Tribulation is most likely related to Lin Qiu.
Lin Chu really wanted to know if there was any unknown connection between herself and Lin Qiu, and she also wanted to know more about Lin Qiu. As for Liu Qingyin... When entering the Tribulation Realm, first see what she has done, and then decide whether or not to clean her up.
Wei Liang smiled and said, "Okay."
After seeing Qin Yunxi's memory, he naturally knew that Liu Qingyin was about to overcome the catastrophe.
After thinking for a moment, he said: "The secret key of the mysterious door should be in the hands of Wang Weizhi."
"Yes, I think so too." Lin Zhuo nodded.
In the present world, because Wei Liang and Lin Zhu crossed their feet, Qin Yunxi got the Xuanmen key first, and then gave it to Liu Qingyin when he was dying.
But it's different in the book. The secret key is never mentioned in the book from beginning to end, so the most likely thing is that after Wang Weizhi and Wang Yangyan empathized, he took the secret key.
Zhuo Jin's temperament didn't seem to be someone who would take care of the heirloom treasures for others, so the mysterious key, eight achievements, belonged to Wang Weizhi.
Lin Chuo asked, "Will he hide the profound door key or take it with him?"
Wei Liang smiled calmly: "Take it with you."
She raised her eyebrows: "Why?"
He smiled mysteriously: "He'can't let go'."
"Oh...!" Lin Chiu suddenly realized.
But how
Wang Weizhi's cultivation was in the middle of the Mahayana, and his sword intent had reached the level of Sword Sovereign.
If you want to take it by force, you can only defeat him by Lin Xiumu and Lin Zhuo. It will be a very tragic battle. Moreover, Wang Wei's temperament is unique and arrogant. I am afraid that he would rather die than hand over the key unless he is killed. Then search the corpse.
If you don't take it forcibly, it won't work, either by temptation or persuasion. Wang Weizhi and Wang Yangyan were sympathetic. He knew that his parents were keeping their promises until their deaths. As a son of man, how could he pass the secret key to others
Wei Liang stood quietly and watched Lin Chuo.
He wanted to see what other novel methods had to pop out of her little head.
"Mengxiang."
She put her little hand directly into his universe bag, and after a while, she took out a small box of black incense.
Wei Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
This is the little gadget that the two bought back at the night market. With this incense, the sleeping people in the house can meet in dreams. The store had winked his eyebrows and told Wei Liang that with this, he could try a lot of games that he couldn't usually do. In his dream, any posture is not a problem.
Use it to deal with Wang Weizhi
Wei Liang was a little puzzled.
One is that, as a monk in the middle Mahayana, Wang Weizhi hasn't slept for a long time.
The second is that the sword intent of the Sword Master is his own will, even if he dreams, he cannot be deceived.
Want to make a man lose his mind...
His face gradually sank: "Tweet, I don't allow you to take risks."
"Where did you think of it!" Lin Chiu said, "Don't you think I'm planning to seduce him?"
"I didn't think it." Wei Liang looked serious, his eyes slanted to the side, and he looked at a crow on the tree very uncomfortably.
Lin Chi stopped his smile, stood on tiptoe, leaned on his shoulders, and muttered for a while.
Wei Liang's brows gradually stretched, and he sighed helplessly: "You..."
The two quickly locked Wang Weizhi's position.
For so many years, Zhuo Jin still lived in the small courtyard in Jingjing, while Wang Weizhi bought a whole street and drastically built a huge mansion comparable to the mansion of Wang Sun. Occasionally when coming to the common world to listen to Zhuo Jin's "hadith", if he is not in a hurry to go back, he will live in this big house and drink for a few days alone.
It just so happened that Wang Weizhi had been lazy in the mortal world again these few days.
Lin Chu and the two did not show up. She chose an inn with a good environment, far away from Zhuo Jin, picked out a goose-yellow cloud dress, followed the memory, and changed it to a very simple style.
With the help of Wei Liang, she quickly finished it. Now, Lin Zhuo was even more sure that Wei Liang had made the big red robe himself, and his heart felt warmer.
She changed into a remodeled yellow suit, and diagonally pulled the black hair that had grown near the butterfly bone into a loose bun.
"Does it look good?"
"Um."
She is naturally beautiful, with goose yellow that makes her skin white like jade, her black hair like ink, and her long neck like a crane. Although the style of the clothes on the body is very simple and old, it adds a lot of classical charm compared with the popular stand-up collar dresses.
"Then I'm going."
She went out, walked leisurely through the streets, and strolled around Jingjing. When she arrived at the powder shop and clothes shop where the women gathered, she always stayed for a long time. Soon, it attracted countless envy eyes.
Occasionally, a woman came forward to strike up a conversation, and Lin Juo replied solemnly: "I don't remember where I bought the clothes, I just remember that the shopkeeper called it'Dream of you'."
Such a prosperous country is worth a lot of money in a moment.
Lin Chuo passed a street with her front foot, and on her back, many clothing shops quickly took the goose yellow yarn and began to make clothes according to the style of her body. When Lin Zhuo returned to the inn after walking around, she found that the woman who followed the trend the fastest was wearing a yellow dress that was very similar to her, and she was wearing a diagonal cloud bun. Seen from the back, she was almost the same as her.
Sure enough, chasing fashion trends is an instinct carved into the bones of human beings.
Lin Chiu returned to the inn with a smirk, and stood by the window holding hands with Wei Liang, watching the crowds underneath.
Trends are like red algae in the ocean. Once spread out, it will be flooded.
By the next day, nearly 30% of the women walking on the street were wearing goose-yellow retro dresses, "dreaming of you".
Lin Chiu looked at Mengxiang in his palm, stood on tiptoe, and put a soft kiss on Wei Liang's lips.
"An Xin is waiting for me here. I have my own measures and will never force it. Safety is the first priority." Her voice was soft and soft, making him feel at ease for no reason.
"Yeah." He reluctantly replied.
Lin Chuo went out.
It just so happened that a red light burst into the sky.
Wang Weizhi never knew how to keep a low profile. In the realm of mortals, the sword will go back and forth at every turn, and it will make a lot of momentum.
Lin Chuo used the Jie Lian Du to intercept Wang Weizhi's path.
With her back to him, she stood on the cloud like a phantom, waiting for her.
Wang Weizhi saw this figure from a distance, and as soon as he shook the gods, Lin Chu decisively transformed into the void Molian and disappeared before his eyes out of thin air.
"..." Wang Weizhi's mind seemed to be thrown into a huge boulder, his whole body froze for a moment in the air, and then he flew to the place where Lin Chuo disappeared.
People are gone.
Only a strand of dreamlike goose yellow yarn slowly fell towards the bottom.
Without thinking, Wang Weizhi swept down.
The moment his feet fell on the ground, his pupils instantly shrank into needlepoints.
With a dry throat, he stared at a graceful figure not far away. That woman, with her loose hair slanted in a loose bun, was wearing the yellow shirt that he remembered most, farther and farther away from him...
Wang Weizhi teleported to behind the woman, his throat twitched, his hands trembling, and he pressed against the woman's shoulder.
The woman turned her head.
She squeezed back in half a scream, she flushed with a plain face, and smiled at him shyly: "Lang Jun, what's the matter?"
Wang Weizhi was extremely disappointed.
He let go of his hand in despair, took two steps back, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
But in a blink of an eye, he saw another woman in the same dress. Another, another, and another...
On the endless stream of streets, from time to time, a woman with a dress very similar to Huang Yinyue's clothes appeared before him, swaggering past him. I’m like a nightmare in my ears, and I hear someone saying—
"Dreams like you." "Dreams like you..." "Is dreams like you?"
His panting became heavier and heavier, and the world in front of him seemed to keep spinning.
He grabbed a woman casually, with his eyes bare, and forced her to ask where she bought her clothes.
Soon, he discovered the truth-every clothing store was selling such a skirt, and it became popular overnight.
Wang Weizhi finally realized that after nearly a hundred years, his biological mother's clothing had suddenly become a trend.
He felt that he needed to stay beside Mr. Zhuo for one more day, quietly.
When he arrived at the gate of Zhuo Jin's small courtyard, after hesitating for a moment, Wang Weizhi put down his hand that was about to knock.
Mr. Zhuo was seriously injured when he took the Immortal Imprint. Although he didn't mention a word, but Wang Weizhi had been with him for decades, how could he even be unable to distinguish his state.
'Fine, this kind of thing, speaking out will only make the husband laugh. '
After thinking for a moment, he silently returned to his luxurious mansion, took out all the wine under the tree, and drank it by the altar.
Looking at the specially found pine tree, he was silent for a while.
At the beginning, Wang Yangyan hid the mysterious door key under the small pine tree in his backyard, and specifically instructed him not to pee under that tree.
Today, the pine tree is still planted in his compound of the Wang family's family, but there is nothing under the tree.
After drinking and storing the wine, he returned to the big golden silk couch in the main house, leaning against the cloud pillow, and a voice kept whirling in his heart when he lost his senses.
"Dreams like you..."
"Dreams like you..."
"Dreams like you..."
Wang Weizhi's eyes wet for a moment, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Huang Yinyue, is that you?"
He kicked off two boots, bent his knees, and curled up on the couch.
"Well, I may not have slept in many years, just take a nap here."
Lin Chuo had sneaked into the house with a virtual reality mirror at this moment.
She dumped the entire box of Mengxiang incense in her hands into the incense pot at the end of the bed, and then leaned against the wall, immersed in tranquility.
…
In a daze, it seemed as if he heard a female voice calling him.
"You Ran... You Ran..."
When Wang Weizhi opened his eyes, he saw a yellow figure standing by the window, with his head in a cloud bun and his back facing him, carefully closing the window for him.
He bit his lip anxiously, swallowed a "mother" word, and asked dryly: "Is that you? Huang Yinyue."
The movement on the woman's hand was slightly stagnant, her voice was erratic, and she was full of concern, and said: "You Ran, I am doing great now. I am with my husband every day, and there is no more sorrow. How about you? When can you let it go? Hatred?"
The voice was light and erratic, as if it was close to my ear, and it seemed to be far away in the sky.
Strange and familiar.
"You Ran, when can you put it down?"
Wang Weizhi's eyes flashed brightly, and his lips were pursed.
He hesitated for a long time. After all, he dared not to step forward. He only scratched his neck and asked: "Aren't you dead? You are all gone, how can you come back?"
The woman didn't answer, and only gently locked the window.
She didn't turn around, stood far away for a moment, and sighed softly—
"As a parent, the greatest wish is to see your children safe and happy. You Ran, let go, if you are upset, your father and mother will not be safe looking at the sky."
Wang Weizhi felt that his Adam's apple was heavily held by a hand, and his nose was choked with sour and vinegar, and he felt uncomfortably tight.
"Don't you hate Wang Yangyan?" He uttered with difficulty, "He, for a key, watch you die, you don't hate him?! Don't hate him at all? Huang Yinyue, do you have to be so hypocritical? ?"
"You Ran..." the female voice said softly, "Father loves his mother deeply, and mother loves his father deeply. People who truly love each other don't need words, but they have the same mind."
"So you'd rather die than Wang Yangyan's violating oath. He also knows that you think so, right?" Wang Weizhi's gasping voice echoed in the empty and luxurious house.
The woman was silent for a moment: "... Maybe."
Wang Weizhi blinked his eyes fiercely and kicked the brocade away from him like a child.
"You, you, you are very good! You have fulfilled yourself and fulfilled each other! What a loyal and courageous chivalrous couple, eh?!" Wang Weizhi panting like a cow, "Ah, it's great, it's noble! Just die like that, it’s glorious, isn’t it! Will it be possible to resist? Killing, don’t you understand? What is this, what is this, it’s not that I have to take revenge!"
"You Ran has grown up." The female sighed softly.
"Yeah, yeah!" Wang Weizhi was fierce, and lifted all the soft objects on the golden silk couch to the ground, his voice hoarse, "Now Wang is in my palm, and I have cleaned up those people one by one! I am the sole owner, and I don’t need you anymore! When I need parental care, you die, die! Now, I don’t want you anymore. What do you come back for! I don’t want you!"
"So, it's time to let it go..." the female voice was soft and soft, "You Ran, in the spirit of heaven, I will also be proud of you."
"I don't need..."
"You Ran, try to put it down, give it a try..."
"I do not!"
"Just try it once..."
"I… "
"Try it, let yourself go, freely..."
The woman's back faded little by little, as if she had melted into smoke.
A spirit of Wang Weizhi leaped to the window and fished out with his arms, only to get his hands empty.
"Mother? Mother! Mother!!!" This was the first time in Wang Weizhi's life that this word had been uttered. In an instant, there seemed to be a gap in the airtight cold heart.
"mother-"
Wang Weizhi sat up suddenly on the golden silk couch and found himself in tears.
"I haven't finished cursing, how dare you go!" He clenched his fist and thumped it against the edge of the soft couch.
After a while, he covered his face and cried like a child.
In the corner, an incense just burned out.