Xihe and Fang Qinglin returned to the front yard. The leaders of the four major sects and Master Jing'an were in the living room. The disciples followed the Piaomiao disciples to restore the damaged tables, chairs, houses, and walls. The wedding hall was in a mess.
Seeing them, the disciples of several major sects couldn't help but chat. After all, the beautiful wedding banquet was ruined by them.
The two of them just glanced at each other and walked towards the living room. Before they entered, they heard Master Jing'an accusing loudly. The leaders of the four major sects were criticized and turned red.
"The loss of my Piao Miao Sect, the wedding of my disciple, I just wanted to say 'conspiracy'... why are you here?"
Seeing them walking in, Master Jing'an raised her eyebrows and said, "This has nothing to do with you two. Just do whatever you have to do on your big day!"
The head of the Lingxiao Sect also said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, nephew Qing Lin, please take your wife back to the new house quickly. We elders are here."
Fang Qinglin cupped his hands to the head of the Lingxiao Sect and said: "Master, Master, my junior sister and I found some Demon Sect disciples at the foot of the mountain. We have made them incapacitated and ordered the disciples to follow Wan Yanfei and leave. , maybe we can find the Demon Cult stronghold."
Master Jing'an said solemnly: "I understand, I will ask the disciples to escort them back."
Zong Nanfan also nodded. This chaos was caused by the Demon Sect. It is urgent to attack the Demon Sect. They will interrogate these Demon Sect disciples and send people to continue to pay attention to Wan Yanfei's whereabouts.
However, he, Master Tai and others will solve these matters on their own, so there is no need for the two of them.
Xihe and the others bowed respectfully and turned to leave.
After leaving the living room, a breeze blew in my face, and the scenery was pleasant with the glow of the misty mountains.
Xihe turned to look at Fang Qinglin. The two looked at each other, smiles slowly blooming in their eyes.
They were still wearing wedding clothes, and their bright red clothes were reflected more beautifully by the sunset. Those cumbersome gold hairpins had disappeared, their long dark hair was flying in the wind, and their smiling eyes were sparkling.
Fang Qinglin held Xihe's hand: "Junior sister, let's go."
Xihe squeezed his hand and said, "Yes."
The fight in the afternoon did not affect the backyard, and Xihe took Fang Qinglin to the wedding room.
The wedding room was decorated very festively. Peanuts and longans, which symbolize fertility and good fortune, were scattered on the bed. The characters "囍" were posted on the windows. There was Hexin wine and two cups on the table.
Fang Qinglin became stiff as soon as he entered the room and sat on the stool without daring to move.
Xihe hung the sword on the wall, turned around and sat down next to him. When he saw the wine, he poured two glasses, twirled one glass, handed the other one over, and looked at him with a smile.
Fang Qinglin: "..."
The fingers on his lap curled up, and he took the cup after a while.
The two came close, their arms intertwined, looking into each other's eyes, and drank the wine slowly.
Being so close, he could clearly see the subtle expressions on the other person's face. Seeing Fang Qinglin's blush gradually spreading from his neck to his face, Xihe couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling particularly gloating about his misfortune.
Fang Qinglin: "..."
He silently placed their wine glasses on the table.
While she was smiling happily, she stretched out her long arms and pulled her into her arms.
Xihe:! ! !
Staring at him with wide eyes and surprise.
Fang Qinglin's face still had a thin layer of red, and he gradually tightened his arms: "Junior sister."
The aftertaste is very long, indescribably clear and moving.
Xihe blushed instantly, and his heart was about to move. This guy...
Fang Qinglin: "Junior sister, do you want some food? You got up early this morning to work hard. At noon, the Demon Cult disturbed you and you didn't have time to use it. You must be hungry."
A series of questions emerged in Xihe's heart, is this it? ? ?
She thought the atmosphere was just right and he was going to say something or do something~
But when he said this, the neglected hunger suddenly came out, and his stomach growled: "I want it!"
After finishing the meal, the sky had darkened. The waiter brought hot water. After a brief wash, the two of them came out of the back room...
There were two red candles burning on the table, and there was a lot of noise from the front yard. Because they wanted to discuss the plan to attack the Demon Sect, people from the five major sects all stayed at the Piaomiao Gate. When there were more people, they would naturally compete and cause all kinds of troubles. movement.
Xihe faced the bronze mirror and carefully wiped his hair with cotton cloth, absorbing the moisture bit by bit.
She had already changed out of her wedding dress and was wearing a thin red singlet. Her long black satin-like hair was held in her snow-white hands, which made her skin as white as snow and stunningly beautiful.
Putting down the veil, her long hair draped softly behind her, she turned to look at Fang Qinglin.
Fang Qinglin's face turned red again, and he stepped forward and bent down to pick her up. Xihe smiled and put his arms around his neck, walking towards the bed...
For several days in a row, the two of them were inseparable. After breakfast, they went to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship. Under the twilight, they looked at each other affectionately from time to time. It was obvious from a glance that they had a very good relationship.
Just as Xihe imagined, Fang Qinglin was a gentleman, upright and gentle.
Like a slowly flowing clear stream, the moisturizer silently erodes your surroundings. Even when you can't control yourself, you just purse your lips forbearingly, and sweat drops drop by drop from your forehead.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Madam."
Xihe trembled and gave him a few paws.
The combination of Zhengyang Kung Fu and Taiyin Sutra can produce supreme magical power.
Xihe named this technique - Immortal Ascension Technique.
"The Immortal Ascension Technique is extremely exquisite and is much better than the Zhengyang Kung Fu. Junior sister, do you really want to give it to me?" Fang Qinglin flipped through the technique, somewhat unbelievable.
"Junior sister, do you know how powerful this technique is? If you put it in the world, it will definitely shock the world, the government and the public."
Fang Qinglin was very touched that such a mysterious secret was given to him by a junior sister, but he still hoped that she would consider it carefully.
"I gave it to you precisely because it's so powerful. Otherwise, why would I waste so much effort to seize the Zhengyang Kung Fu? It's just to make you the invincible in the world and protect me and my future children."
The woman was laughing and teasing her husband every day.
Fang Qinglin was stunned, but he was relieved when he saw that she didn't care at all and still wanted to laugh.
"Then Qing Lin would like to thank junior sister."
Since the junior sister is willing, it doesn't matter if he accepts it. Just like the junior sister said, once the martial arts becomes better, it will be easier to protect her and the child.
He couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tightly.
Xihe bent his eyes. She is also practicing the Immortal Ascension Technique. This technique is extremely mysterious. She can reach the same level as cultivating immortals without cultivating spiritual roots. However, it is not an Immortal Technique, so she cannot use spells. From this look, it is similar to the physical cultivation technique. .
"Although this method is an immortal technique, it is not a real immortal method. My husband, please don't expect too much."
“For example, it’s faster to soar in the daytime and move mountains and seas than it is to dream.”
Fang Qinglin couldn't help laughing as he listened, pinching the soft flesh of her waist: "Am I such an arrogant person in your heart? I only want to stay with my junior sister forever in this life and never be separated."
Xihe laughed and hid in his arms: "Itchy~"
So from that day on, the two of them practiced sword practice. After working together, they practiced the art of ascending to immortality.
When a disciple came back with news that they had followed Wan Yanfei and found the Demon Sect's lair, the two of them had already reached the second level of the technique. They could fly leaves, pick flowers and hurt people, and their light skills were smooth and flowing.
(End of chapter)
