In the center of the venue, a high road five meters high, one hundred meters long, and one meter wide suddenly appeared in the middle. Although five meters is not high, it is still very conspicuous in the central area and there is no one there.
On one side of the high road, Yuehua, Xinyi, and Bei'er had no expressions on their faces, and their steps were a bit stiff, but they were indeed walking forward.
Wang Quan has really put a lot of thought into this month. On a 100-meter-long high road, if two people each advance one meter, the remaining high road will rise one decimeter. According to this rule, when the two married people reach the When they are together, their position will rise to a height of ten meters.
This is very romantic and very thoughtful, but maybe this is just what the man thinks!
There are roughly four types of people in the audience. The first type has the most people. They are here to give Yue Fan face, or they are people in his fiefdom. Because their rank is too low, they can't see anything. They are just here. Here we wait silently for the ceremony to be completed;
There are fewer people in the second group, and their ranks are generally very high. When Yuehua behaved strangely, they saw that the wedding was unwilling, but after all, they were not the protagonists, and they did not want to meddle in others' affairs;
The third type of people are evenly distributed in the audience. They are the trustees invited by Yue Wangquan. Whenever they hear something bad, they will say some loud blessings to forcibly cover up the bad atmosphere;
The fourth type of people are people like Yang Yu. Although they can't see anything strange for the time being, they are not here to make soy sauce. They are here to watch the wedding seriously.
On the stands, watching Xinyi and the other three walking toward each other step by step, Yang Yu lowered his head for a moment, fearing that Xinyi would find him;
After a while, he immediately raised his head and kept adjusting his already neat clothes, just to let Xinyi see her most glorious scene.
As the distance between Yuehua and Yuewangquan got closer and closer, Yang Yu seemed to notice something different.
Yang Yu found that Xinyi and the other two people didn't even look aside. The steps of the three of them were even more orderly, and each step was the same length, as if they were planned and controlled by someone.
But no matter what, this is just Yang Yu's guess. If he guesses wrong and is reckless, he may ruin their happiness.
In this way, Yang Yu no longer thought about it, and just watched quietly as Xinyi walked towards the middle step by step, getting closer to him step by step.
Even though they were walking so quietly on the Central High Road, Yuehua and the others never gave up their struggle. However, they fell into Yue Fanquan's plot and couldn't mobilize the spiritual power in their bodies.
Twenty meters away, Yang Yu could see Yue Hua's face clearly. She was still as young and beautiful as she was five years ago. Yang Yu never expected that he would be able to witness her wedding. To be honest, Yang Yu could live to this day, Yue Hua It really helped a lot.
Ten meters away, Yang Yu could see Belle's face clearly. She had really grown up. In seven years, Belle was already twenty-one years old and had really transformed from a girl into a big girl.
Yang Yu was fascinated by what he saw. For a moment, the memories of the Lianshi volcano appeared in Yang Yu's mind. Yang Yu still remembered that maybe in that illusory world, they were husband and wife. Although they lived in poverty, they were still a couple. This is also the life Yang Yu wants.
Yang Yu still remembers that when he was about to leave the dream, the Belle in the dream asked him to take care of the Belle in this world, but it was a pity that in this life, someone else might take care of it instead of Yang Yu.
Five meters away, Yang Yu could see Xinyi's face clearly. In three years' time, Xinyi has become a great beauty. With gorgeous clothes and noble temperament, she is the most beautiful woman today.
Looking at himself again, with his simple commoner clothes, cowardly appearance, lack of money and power, no matter how he looked at it, Yang Yu felt that he was not worthy of her.
four meters,
three meters,
two meters,
The distance between the three of them was getting closer and closer, but Yang Yu still didn't dare to show his head. However, Yang Yu looked more carefully and didn't even dare to breathe. Yang Yu was afraid of missing an important scene.
On the high road in the center, Yuehua and the others are getting closer and closer to Yuewangquan and the center position has almost risen to ten meters.
height, but the three people controlled still couldn't do other actions.
"Yang Yu, I will come to you soon." Xinyi could not say this sentence, she could only say it silently in her heart.
But what Yue Wangquan basically ignored was that Xinyi was full of tears all the way, and finally fell down her cheeks at this moment.
No one paid attention to this tear, and no one thought anything of it, because at this moment, the ceremony was only one meter away.
However, the whole world may not pay attention to this tear, but there is one person who will pay attention. He will pay attention to everything about Xinyi, including Xinyi's tear full of sadness.
At this moment, Yang Yu remembered what Lu Qian had said, that a person who was truly determined for life would not change her love just because of losing contact.
Thinking of the strange things along the way, Yang Yu suddenly felt bad. A bold idea came to Yang Yu's mind. He felt that Xinyi and the others were not really willing to marry them. This person named Yue Fanquan Man, he must have done something bad.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Just as Xinyi and the others continued to move forward, Yang Yu finally couldn't help shouting.
Because Yang Yu was standing on the lowest floor, and everyone thought there would be no more accidents, Yang Yu suddenly ran outside the audience area alone.
The aura belonging to the King of Spiritual Skills was revealed, and Yang Yu shouted with all his strength. This time, he naturally shouted to stop Yue Fanquan from above.
"Who are you? Don't you know what you are doing now? Why don't you get down quickly?" Yue Wangquan suppressed his greatest anger and said when he saw the passers-by disrupting his good deeds.
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Yu did not answer Yue Wangquan's words. His eyes were fixed on Xinyi who was high up, but Xinyi's eyes had not looked at him for a moment.
At this moment, Yang Yu was shaken again. Did he see it wrong just now? Does Xinyi really not remember herself?
"Sir, I'm sorry, this junior is being reckless. But at this moment, I want to dedicate a poem. Can you let me finish? Consider it my blessing!" He no longer looked at Xinyi, while Yang Yu raised his eyebrows. Courage said.
"Inferior man, is it your turn to write poetry here? Why don't you give it to me..." From above, Yue Wangquan didn't want to pay attention to Yang Yu at all. He just wanted to complete the wedding quickly.
"Mr. Yuehuang, your wedding is indeed a bit monotonous! The bride didn't say a word from the beginning to the end! It's so boring, I think I'll just let this little brother finish reading his poem! It won't take long Time, right!" In the audience, Wei Ci actually spoke.
To be honest, as the Emperor of Spiritual Skills, he didn't want to get involved in this matter at all. However, his granddaughter kept mumbling beside him, so he had no choice but to speak.
"Well, what did Emperor Wei say? The brides are just a little shy. You actually spoke up, so I'll give him a chance!" Facing Wei Ci, who has the strength of the Spiritual Skill Emperor, Yue Fanquan still gave it to him. Got this face.
"Boy, I'll give you a chance, but I don't want it to happen a second time, and your poems had better go on, otherwise..." When facing Yang Yu, Yue Fanquan's good expression suddenly darkened. Go down.
There was something in his words. The chance he gave Wei Ci was the only chance. Even if someone had objections, he would not stop. Moreover, if Yang Yu was joking and Yang Yu couldn't come up with any poems, he would never make it easy for Yang Yu.
"Okay, thank you, sir." Yang Yu was not a coward. He could see the killing intent in Yue Wangquan's eyes, so when he said this, Yang Yu faced Wei Ci.
At this moment, the whole place was quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on Yang Yu. Yang Yu could even feel that the spiritual power of more than a dozen Spirit Skill Emperors were constantly looking at his body.
Composing poetry on the spot? Yang Yu might have lost his mind and didn't know what to say for a while. It couldn't be a true blessing! This month, Wang Quan has a bad temper and is probably a domestic violence man.
At one step, Yang Yu had no idea;
In the second step, Yang Yu felt as if his brain was going to explode;...
Three steps later, when he heard the sighs from the audience, Yang Yu became even more nervous;
Four steps later, Yang Yu could already feel the killing intent coming from Yue Wangquan;
After five steps, the idea still didn't come to mind, but the falling snow made Yang Yu sober up a lot;
After six steps, Yang Yu had completely calmed down, but Yang Yu still had no idea. Yang Yu could be sure that if he couldn't complete a poem in seven steps, he would be dead;
Seven steps later, just when Yang Yu was about to give it a try, a small pale pink and slightly purple flower floated in front of Yang Yu. This was not a hint from a big boss, this was just a flower that should be in February.
"The cold of late winter never goes away." The long winter brings the cold and never leaves;
"Yingchun brings warmth and begins the future." The beautiful spring brings warmth but never comes;
"I lie down and wonder what time it is now", thinking and sighing about what time it is now;
"It's only February in this world", but it's only February in this world;
"Missing the purple magnolia of old spring", missing the purple magnolia in the past spring;
"I love the wooden pen flower most in my life." What I love most in this life is the wooden pen flower;
"How can one love one among thousands of flowers?" There are thousands of different flowers in the world, why do I only love this one?
"The reason is that this flower represents hope for spring." That's because this flower blooms, which means that the expected spring is coming.
In desperation, Yang Yu actually completed this love poem.
"Boy, winter is hard, but don't complain to me! You can go down now." After listening to one of Yang Yu's poems, Yue Wangquan just made this comment.
"Uh, what do you mean, kid?"
"This is so unlucky!"
"That kid is dead. Let's see how he is dealt with after the wedding is over!"...
After Yue Wangquan spoke out, most people started to follow suit, because they also felt that Yang Yu was talking nonsense and that this poem was entirely appropriate to the occasion.
But at this moment, on the central high platform, Xinyi's expression was changing, and the spiritual power in her body was also rioting. The spiritual power of the spiritual master was actually forcibly impacting the spiritual suppression of the spiritual master. Xinyi's action It seems to be saying, I understand.
"Um, please allow me to say a few words." Just as everyone was chasing Yang Yu away, a man in the audience spoke.
The man's voice was not very loud, but after hearing this, the people around him gave him face. Even Yue Wanquan nodded to him.
The man is not a psychic, just an ordinary person, but his status is extraordinary. He comes from the Medicine Spirit City and is the elder responsible for cooperating with the holy healing family.
"Oh? Zhang Yaoshi, do you have any opinions on poetry?" Yue Wanquan asked politely.
"I can't tell you my opinion, but I understand what this little brother means, but! I don't know if I should say it or not." The man shook his head tactfully at first, and then said with some embarrassment.
"Zhang Yaoshi, just tell me what you know. I want to see what this guy wants to say?" Yue Fanquan said in a kind voice when he saw this elegant man.
But the man just took a step forward, bent slightly, and gently picked up the flowers on the ground that exuded a faint fragrance.
