(Let us push back the time to the story of that man, but no matter how we push it or calculate it, we will find that time cannot go back to the point where his head was cut off. It is as if there is an insurmountable gap in time. Separate it into two spaces.)/p
"First worship the heaven and earth! Second worship the high hall!"/p
Noisy sounds resounded everywhere, and the lobby was crowded with people of all kinds and professions. Nearly half of the people from Taier Village came, and the leaders and elites from Qingfeng Peak and Chimiao Valley came. Representatives from other sects filled four or five courtyards with gifts. Pan Xiaowen was taking notes and recorded every gift. /p
Huzi and Feng Jing were also dressed very gorgeously. They leaned side by side and occasionally looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere was mostly charming. Mu Ziyun held the bride's hand and bowed again and again, kowtowing no matter how many times. He secretly felt sorry for his wife who was wearing heavy clothes and must be more tired. The bride, of course, is Wanmin. /p
After being snatched away by Mu Ziyun, it only took three days. Wanmin was ashamed and annoyed, and "in a daze" she became Mu Ziyun's bride. Qingfeng Mountain Peak also made a large betrothal gift, and the resources provided were a timely help to the newly established Chimiao Valley. At this point, Qingfeng Mountain Peak and Chimiao Valley formed an alliance. /p
"Husband and wife bow to each other!" The noise became louder and everyone cheered. Huzi actually took the lead and shouted: "Hurry up and say goodbye, my brother is in a hurry and wants to enter the bridal chamber!"/p
Everyone laughed, and Wanmin, who was facing each other, glared at Mu Ziyun through the red gauze, but it was more like taking the opportunity to stare. After all, the man in front of her was her husband and her favorite who was ashamed to say it. people. /p
Mu Ziyun and Wanmin hurriedly bent down and lowered their heads under the cheers of the crowd, but their heads hit each other with a bang. /p
Mu Ziyun sat up from the bed suddenly, and the morning light was just shining outside. It turned out that it was a dream again, but the dream was not fake. He really got married to Wanmin, and this happened half a year ago. It's just that the two of them are the heads of the sect and cannot live the lives of ordinary people. This young couple only has the opportunity to meet once a month, in a mountain garden between the Southern Territory and the Eastern Territory. The two sects worked together to build a large manor. The main building is on the top of a mountain. The buildings are simple but stylish. Most of the buildings are made of wood, but they blend well with the scenery. There are actually not many people in the mountain garden. Each of the two sects has hired a dozen disciples to guard it all year round. They have nothing to do on weekdays. They can only be busy for a while when the young couple meet every month. /p
Mu Ziyun sat on the edge of the bed, put on his shoes, and yawned sleepily. He seemed to see his little lady again in his daze. Mu Ziyun couldn't help but lie down, thinking about her beautiful face, and even thinking about her. His body and skin seemed to be filled with evil fire, which made him feel uncomfortable inside and out. He counted on his fingers and found that the day was almost here and he should meet his wife again. She smiled to herself maliciously, thinking that this time she would go crazy and have fun, making her think about him every day for a month. /p
He stretched again, got up and put on his clothes, and opened the door to let in the fresh sunlight. /p
Immediately, a disciple ran forward, stood by the door, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the master." Before he finished speaking, Mu Ziyun said as he walked: "There is no rush to eat, I will take a walk first." Dao turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, go get some steamed buns with meat and vegetables. Once you're done, I'll just fill my stomach."/p
"Okay, Master." The disciple quickly retreated, while Mu Ziyun walked toward Yumen while swinging. /p
Most of the young disciples on the martial arts training ground are either learning kicking or beating movements, or are being beaten hard. When the elders saw Mu Ziyun, they hurriedly said hello to the leader. The disciples also hurriedly followed suit. Mu Ziyun waved his hand and walked away without saying a word. In the competition arena, there were disciples fighting against each other. It was still a battle between the Northern Sect. However, the tricks were not unique and the disciples’ qualifications were ordinary. Mu Ziyun sighed and imitated the old man’s tone and said to himself: “Nowadays, the disciples are getting more and more popular. We can’t keep up with the past. The war has caused the sect to lose too many talents.”/p
Mu Ziyun is only seventeen years old, and it is no longer surprising for him to be the leader at his age, because after the war, many young leaders appeared, and Pan Xiaowen of his "wife's family sect" who was the leader of Miao Valley was more senior than him. Xiao, still became the leader. After the war, everything was in a mess. It also represented a new life. It was also an excellent choice for young people like them to lead the new era. After all, the world in the future would belong to them sooner or later. /p
It didn't take long to complete the circle. Mu Ziyun visited Li Ziwen who was getting better and better, and then went to the house of his master Yang Qing to stand. When he walked out, the disciple had already arrived with three or four buns in yellow paper. , Mu Ziyun had no airs, sat on the wooden railing, devoured the buns in front of his disciples, and finally wiped his hands with yellow paper. /p
"Xiao Zheng, who is the disciple you told me about yesterday?"/p
"Zhou Xianwei, seven or eight years old, but very talented."/p
"Oh, how high is that?"/p
"Compared to a genius like you, it's far behind, but compared to other disciples, I'm pretty good. I've already entered the Western sect, and I can compete with disciples who are three or four years older than me."/p
"Zhou Xianwei," Mu Ziyun raised his head and muttered, "It seems that I have some impression that I cheated such a child with Huzi in the martial arts competition."/p
"Huh?"/p
Mu Ziyun lowered his head and said: "Nothing, bring Zhou Xianwei to Elder Liu and let her focus on training. Qingshan Mountain Peak is in urgent need of good disciples."/p
"Yes" the disciple took the order again, and Elder Liu was actually Liu Xiaoxiao, who was the second in the northern sect at the same time as Mu Ziyun and used the painted white soft sword. /p
"It's getting cold," Mu Ziyun lazily walked up the steps, "If it can be warmer, the long kite (flower) can bloom again. Minmin likes the long kite the most." It happened that a warm wind blew by, hitting the On top of the grass and trees behind Mu Ziyun. /p
Today is a regular meeting at Qingfeng Peak, held in Shantai Hall. It must be said that the appearance of Mu Ziyun has broken the highest status of Qingshan Dharma in the past (Li Ziwen has not broken it). No matter how big or small, all meetings are held in Yumenshantai Palace was opened. /p
It's just a short time, but in fact it's no different from ordinary people chatting about everyday things. It was obvious that he should be the master, but Mu Ziyun arrived late. As soon as he entered the palace gate, he saw that the two people were already seated. They were Du Hu, the head of the Earth Sect, and Hu Xian, the head of the Dharma Sect (Zheng Qiao finally gave up his position as the master). The reason why Qingfeng Mountain has been entrusted to the younger generation is because it is easier for young people to work together and cooperate with each other, and these elite leaders of the older generation have also become the most solid backing of Qingfeng Mountain. For cultivating the secret forces of the sect, or personally cultivating the younger generation). /p
"I'm late again, sorry." Mu Ziyun ran over with a smile and sat in the center. In fact, it was just a table with short legs. The three of them sat on the mat, and there were not many rules. Huzi was eating snacks, and Hu Xian was supporting his chin with one hand. He only had one hand left. . /p
"Is there anything we need to discuss?" Mu Ziyun asked as he sat down. In fact, nothing happened. The sects are still in the recovery stage. Whether there is a war or not, the time for the Lianzhuang War has not yet come (the surviving sects finally reached an agreement to retain the tradition of Lianzhuang War in order to carve up Huzhou's resources.) The three of them got together just for a formality, or simply wanted to chat. After all, their identities were different. Even if they were peaceful relatives, they couldn't really mingle with the disciples. These were the only ones who could talk. . /p
Huzi has really gained a lot of weight, with more fat on his face and more rosy. When he leans back, his big belly is revealed. /p
Mu Ziyun joked: "Huzi, it has only been a month since you married my eldest sister, and you have become so fat. You are living a good life."/p
"What big sister! I'll call you sister-in-law from now on."/p
Mu Ziyun spat and rolled his eyes at Hu Zi. /p
Huzi chewed something, bent down and tapped the table and said to Mu Ziyun: "You have to live a good life, especially after you have a family, you have to spend more time with your wife. Look at you, we only see you once a month." , I have only been gentle once, I don’t even have a home, and I live in the sect all day long. What is it like? Look at me, I came home after a busy day, the lady has prepared the meal, and the sweet and sour taste is in my mouth. "Huzi couldn't help but smacked his lips. /p
Mu Ziyun snorted and said angrily: "Are you comparing yourself to me? What can I do?"/p
Huzi leaned over and said with half-squinted eyes: "Why don't you just have a good talk with Wanmin? I am your wife now. Why don't you watch your thoughts and live your life? Talk to her and ask her to stop being the leader. , just concentrate on being the wife of the head of the house, what? Can’t control it?” Huzi leaned close to Mu Ziyun’s ear with ill intentions, and whispered: “You can’t control the bed and off the bed, right?” Then he turned around and burst out laughing. . /p
"I'll fuck your grandma!" Mu Ziyun scolded: "I'm very capable. If she doesn't listen to me, who will she listen to?" Even so, Mu Ziyun really couldn't let Wanmin live with him. , his feelings for the sect are much stronger than Mu Ziyun. /p
Dong Dong Dong, Hu Xian knocked on the table impatiently and said: "Is there anything to discuss? If not, I have to go back and guide a few young people these days."/p
"No, brother," Huzi said cheerfully, "We just got together these days and chatted!"/p
Hu Xian did not refuse, he raised his chin again, drooped his eyelids, and said after a while: "Yes, look at Mu Ziyun, and look at you, you are also a married man, the difference is really big Ah."/p
"That's that, that's that." Huzi's double chin kept shaking. He really had gained weight, too much. "I married a lady who is good at running a house, caring for others, and good at cooking. Tsk, tsk, ugh. , What a good lady. Mu Ziyun, I married a little pepper, no nonsense, based on my understanding of this kid Mu Ziyun, hehe, Wanmin may have the final say in these foreign affairs and private matters, hahaha, Mu Ziyun. This kid is definitely a henpecked master."/p
"Nonsense!" Mu Ziyun's neck turned red. "It's much better now. She listens to me now!"/p
It stands to reason that based on the original temperament of the two of them, Huzi should be a henpecked master, and Muziyun is a bit like a boss. He has many ideas and is smart. But the reality is really reversed. After Feng Jing married Huzi, she really gave up. She abandoned her original position as the eldest sister and became a daughter-in-law wholeheartedly, serving her husband with all her heart and soul. However, Wanmin "intensified" her original temperament and kidnapped Mu Ziyun not long after she got married. Chi Miao Gu said that he could not suffer a loss and had to let the news of Mu Ziyun being kidnapped back to the sect spread throughout Huzhou, and almost let Mu Ziyun assume the identity of Chi Miao Gu, but Wanmin was a girl after all, and she was heartbroken. She likes Mu Ziyun, but what she does is just a girl's petty temper and tricks. After all, she is seven or eight years younger than Feng Jing, and she still doesn't know how to love her husband. But Mu Ziyun is right, especially after the last two meetings, Wanmin has really changed a lot, becoming more and more like a little woman. /p
"Masters," a disciple walked in quickly. /p
The three of them lazily said at the same time: "What are you doing!"/p
"Master, another group of new disciples have come to the sect and are now gathered at the foot of the mountain."/p
Mu Ziyun got up and said, "I'd better pick out a few decent ones myself." After that, he walked out. /p
Huzi wanted to get up, but fell down again. He was too fat, which made him even lazier. He said: "Forget it, I won't go. Let the elders below pick whatever they want."/p
Hu Xian was not in a hurry. He almost fell asleep with his eyelids drooping. The threshold for the method was very high, mostly due to the family's financial status, so he did not need to choose it himself. /p
