A carriage drawn by eight flying horses, carrying a group of white cranes symbolizing auspiciousness, circled above the head of the Golden Feather Sect for more than ten times in mid-air before landing in an open space.
A group of monks from Yunqi Palace flying with swords beside the carriage, all of them are Taoist immortals, wearing uniform uniforms of Yunqi Palace disciples, with blue and white golden runes flashing, as if they are pulling away the blue sky and white clouds to shine with sunlight. Sewing is like the gods descending to earth.
The scene was so spectacular that it stunned monks like the Jin Yu Sect who had never seen the world.
Almost the entire sect came out to watch the excitement. The Jinyu Sect was a sect that entered the world and was stationed in the imperial capital of Zhaori Kingdom. It also occupied a prime location in the downtown area. That was why there was such a big movement and attracted a lot of attention. Most of the people in the imperial capital came out of their homes. They saw the auspiciousness and gods descending from the sky, and some even knelt down to worship on the spot.
The monks of the Jinyu sect went out to scatter various wedding candies and small red envelopes wrapped with copper coins. The people were noisy and robbed these auspicious candies and auspicious money.
The Jin Yu Sect was in the limelight. He Feiyu laughed so hard that he spent all his more than a hundred wives to enjoy the pleasure of being an "emperor", being supported by the people, and having the power to influence everything.
He Qingxin held a golden mandarin duck fan in her hand and covered her face. She came out of the yard surrounded by two happy ladies and a group of little girls.
She walked towards the wedding car with eight flying horses amid cheers. She was dressed in bright red, but there was no red silk decoration on the wedding car. He Qingxin rolled her eyes.
Of course Xie Lan did not come to welcome the bride in person.
He is Elder Xuan Yue in the world of cultivation. If he sends a few disciples to pick him up, they will be grateful.
He Qingxin curled her lips, turned her fan slightly to look at the road, and saw a monk with his face covered standing by the door of the carriage, his eyelids twitching slightly.
The two wives supporting her cried like their dead mothers. They really couldn't bear to leave He Qingxin.
When they got to the carriage, they still grabbed He Qingxin's arm and refused to let go. One of the women was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.
They had never met a master like He Qingxin in their lives. Not only was he generous, but he was also trouble-free. He had no shortcomings except being a little lazy.
He Qingxin saw that the two happy ladies were really "filial" in crying, so she took out a handful of golden melon seeds from her sleeves, and each of them stuffed a handful, and then the two happy ladies finally let her go.
Then before getting in the car, He Feiyu came to act as a good father again and gave a lot of instructions. On the contrary, He Qingxin's only relative in this body, an uncle of Yuan Wanrou, stood a little further away and kept wiping. Tears wiped the whole face with dirty flowers.
He was a little messy, and he had obviously gotten the news and came all the way, because he was really embarrassed and didn't dare to step forward.
He Qingxin possesses part of the memory of her original body. Of course she knows her uncle and knows that he is a good old man. Yuan Wanrou was raised by her uncle.
The uncle has never been married in his life, he has no spiritual roots, and he is not a relative of the cultivation sect like He Feiyu. The only time he came to He Feiyu was to help his original body Yuan Wanrou enter the sect.
He is just an ordinary farmer. After his original body entered the Golden Feather Sect, he was not allowed to come and see him.
He Qingxin originally didn't plan to care, but the other person's eyes were really sad. He Qingxin paused before getting in the car and looked at her uncle.
Her eyes stayed a little longer, and someone came to greet the other person for her.
This uncle's name is Yuan Qilin. He has a very domineering name, but he is very cowardly. Although he is tall and strong, he always looks like a coward. This is why he looks down on him.
But in the plot, after the original person died, there was only one uncle who ran to Xie Lan to fight for his life. It was only then that the secret was revealed. This uncle actually had spiritual roots in his body, which were relatively pure fire spiritual roots, but he didn’t want to cultivate immortality at all. Tao, I just want to be a mortal who lives and dies, and want to live a peaceful life.
He raised Yuan Wanrou as his biological daughter. He didn't even look for a wife for this daughter. Unexpectedly, when his "daughter" grew up and wanted to enter the Immortal Sect, she was no longer close to him. Yuan Qilin had no choice but to be like his "daughter" wish.
Yuan Qilin also joined the sect once when he was young, but later went down the mountain to farm because he didn't want to practice.
Therefore, he also knew several monks. After Yuan Wanrou got married, Yuan Qilin had been paying attention to various news about her. When he learned that Yuan Wanrou was killed by Xie Lan, Yuan Qilin dug out the sword that he had buried for decades. After practicing hard for three or four years, he made rapid progress, and then went to seek revenge on Xie Lan.
But no matter how genius you are, how can you compare to an old monster who has been practicing for more than a thousand years and knows it from birth?
In the end, of course, Yuan Qilin died at the hands of the male protagonist Xie Lan, ending in tragedy.
At this moment, Yuan Qilin, who was cramped, stood in front of He Qingxin.
He Qingxin ignored the wedding etiquette, took off the fan that covered her face, smiled at Yuan Qilin and said, "Uncle, why didn't you inform me in advance that you were coming? As a result, I still can't tell you more. That’s it…”
Yuan Qilin was two heads taller than He Qingxin. He Qingxin looked up at him, while he looked at him with his waist bent, almost bursting into tears on the spot.
It had been years since his "daughter" had spoken to him so tenderly.
Yuan Qilin showed that useless look again, but He Qingxin did not scold him like Yuan Wanrou. Instead, she smiled and grabbed Yuan Qilin's arm. She turned back to a masked monk standing next to the carriage and said, "This is my home. It’s the only relative left in the world. It’s very inconvenient for a mortal to go to the fairy mountain to attend a wedding. Please give me a communication jade token. At least I can still contact my family after I go to the mountain.”
The monk standing at the door with his face covered like a wooden stake realized that He Qingxin was talking to him, and his expression paused. Then he stared at He Qingxin with a pair of clear and cold eyes, trying to scare He Qingxin away with his dignity. .
Seeing that he didn't move, He Qingxin walked directly in front of him and reached into his arms to take it out, "Hurry up and give me the communication jade token. Are you responsible for delaying the auspicious time?"
The monk took several steps back. The fellow monks standing around him were also stunned on the spot. The scene was silent for a while. The monk whose chest was ripped out covered his chest. Fortunately, a fellow monk immediately handed over the communication jade token to rescue him.
He Qingxin glanced at the masked monk with ambiguous eyes. Don't think that he didn't notice it. His face was covered, his outline was slightly changed, and his hair grew out... her cute elopement "little lover" , is Xie Lan’s clone Xie Xuanran?
However, He Qingxin also understood that after all, it was to pick up such an important living golden spirit vein like hers. Even if Xie Lan would not come to pick it up in person for his own sake, he still had to send an avatar to control the overall situation.
It's just that he was recognized by He Qingxin at a glance, and "Black Tiger took out his heart" again. He subconsciously ran away in a panic, as if He Qingxin would take advantage of him if he was delayed by one second.
It is true that he never took advantage of He Qingxin, and he suffered losses from the beginning to the end in the few contacts he had.
He Qingxin handed the communication jade token that the monk handed her to Yuan Qilin who was standing in front of her.
"Uncle, take this. When I get married to Yunqi Palace and connect the rune command of this communication jade medal, I will contact uncle. We will discuss anything at that time."
Yuan Qilin clutched the communication jade medal tightly, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore, shed tears in a helpless manner, and nodded like a fool: "Okay... ok..."
He quickly stuffed the communication jade token into his arms, then fumbled and took out a handkerchief from his arms.
In front of He Qingxin, he hurriedly untied it, revealing a jade bracelet of poor quality inside.
A bracelet like this one is even better than this one. There are eighty if not a hundred in He Qingxin's storage bag.
Yuan Qilin also knew that he had some things that he couldn't get rid of. He had no intention of getting rid of them, even though it was the only valuable thing he had and it was something his mother left to him to prepare for him to marry a wife.
He thought he could only take a look at his "daughter" from a distance today, but he didn't expect his daughter, who was about to get married, to grow up and become so gentle, uncharacteristically.
Only then did Yuan Qilin have the courage to take out the things and hand them to He Qingxin tremblingly.
"This..." He wanted to say that this was left by your grandma, but thinking that his "daughter" disliked her grandma very much, he paused and said, "You are getting married, and my uncle is not prepared for this. You... it depends on what you want." Don’t you want to take it with you?”
Yuan Qilin spoke submissively, and He Feiyu was worried for him behind him. He Feiyu knew him and knew that his spiritual roots were very pure, but when he came out of the big sect, he tried to win over him just to go home and farm. However, Yuan Qilin was I really have no future and just want to farm.
He Feiyu hated him for not fighting, and was even more angry when he saw him looking so useless, but this time it was indeed He Feiyu who sent someone to inform Yuan Qilin.
After all, it was He Qingxin's wedding, and He Feiyu endured the stupidity of He Qingxin, the only uncle.
He Qingxin looked at Yuan Qilin's appearance, but she didn't think he was a coward. She thought he was a little cute.
Yuan Qilin looks really good. Although his face is stained by wind, frost, and blood, it's nice that this old man who looks like a bear but actually has a soft personality is still his elder.
It is much better than those parents who are soaked in the patriarchal society and are full of male chauvinism.
He Qingxin handed the fan to He Xi, who had been following closely. She raised her hand to lift her wide sleeves, took off a large gold bracelet from her hand on the spot, then stretched out her empty wrist and handed it to Yuan Qilin.
"Since it's a gift from my uncle, I'll bring it for me."
With almost trembling hands, Yuan Qilin put the jade bracelet on He Qingxin, and then cried like those happy wives, almost hunched together.
He Feiyu then stood up and said: "The auspicious time is coming, so don't delay it. Didn't you get the communication jade card? If you have anything to say, we will talk about it later!"
Yuan Qilin was naturally satisfied and followed He Feiyu back while wiping his tears.
He Qingxin took the fan again, covered her face, and was helped to get into the carriage.
As a result, I just stretched out my feet. Before I could get on the steps of the carriage, I heard a cry-like roar from behind me: "Wanrou! You must contact your uncle!"
He Qingxin was frightened by the angry voice. When she stepped on the steps, her foot missed the step and her whole body tilted to the side.
Then he was supported by a pair of strong arms in time.
He Qingxin turned her head and saw that it was Xie Xuanran whose face was covered.
He Qingxin held up a fan to cover her face. From an angle that no one else could see, she gave Xie Xuanran a wink.
He whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Lang."
Xie Xuanran's eyes were cold and cold, but he immediately let go of He Qingxin's arm as if he had been stabbed with an electric baton.
