The female disciples all exclaimed, suddenly enlightened, but suddenly someone coughed, and no one knew why.
At this moment, an older female disciple came over, with a frosty face and eyes as sharp as a sword. She said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about?"
"Ah, Senior Sister Minghui!" The female disciples lowered their heads one after another, not daring to say more.
On this cold night, the frost on the face of this female disciple named Minghui seemed to make the surrounding air thicker.
She glanced at the girls and said in a deep voice: "In the future, please don't talk nonsense about your elders or talk nonsense, or I will punish you."
The gossiping female disciples were like mice seeing a cat, their whole bodies were trembling with nervousness, and they quickly responded: "Yes, senior sister!"
He left in a hurry, as if he didn't even dare to make a sound of footsteps.
After they disappeared into the night, Minghui looked at the flying snow in the sky curiously. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she murmured: "What on earth is going on?"
The source of all this flying snow naturally comes from Liu Hanyan, who is pouring himself a drink in the cabin.
The words of these disciples fell into her ears word by word. Liu Hanyan smiled slightly and said, "That's very good. I don't like that Xiao Yifeng, that's right."
At this moment, Liu Hanyan was sitting alone by the window sill, her graceful figure looking even more graceful against the bright moonlight.
Her clothes fluttered gently in the night wind, extremely elegant, and coupled with her stunning face, it was as intoxicating as a fairy descending to earth.
She picked up the flask and poured the wine gracefully. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, as if a fairy had fallen into the mortal world and was slightly tipsy.
On this special night, she had never drank alone before, and for the first time she felt the urge to get drunk.
Although she knew that getting drunk could not make her truly let go, but at least it could make her forget all the unhappy things for a short time.
She was holding a jade wine bottle in her hand, her eyes were flowing, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing an intoxicating smile.
She laughed softly: "Didn't you say that as long as you are not here, you will not allow me to get drunk? This time, I will make an exception, because you are going to marry someone else."
She raised her wine glass high and invited Yue to drink together. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. That smile seemed to contain too much reluctance and helplessness.
"Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people by looking at each other. Tomorrow is your wedding day. I wish you a happy and beautiful marriage and a happy marriage forever."
The world covered with ice and snow seemed so silent, and only the figure of Liu Hanyan drinking alone seemed lonely and helpless.
She poured herself a cup and drank one cup after another, but her consciousness became more and more clear.
She closed her eyes, trying to let the pain and helplessness dissipate in this world of ice and snow along with her drunkenness.
However, when she opened her eyes again, those memories were still lingering with her.
The wind and snow were blowing, but the past between her and him seemed to have been fixed in that untouchable corner and could never be undone.
And she could only quietly guard this irreversible past, staring at the snowflakes flying in the sky, looking for the warmth and happiness of the past.
After a while, her eyes gradually looked lonely, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"It turns out that wine doesn't intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves. When a person doesn't want to get drunk, he can't get drunk no matter what."
Her eyes looked far away, as if she could see Xiao Yifeng thousands of mountains and rivers away through the snow.
"If I really didn't like him, why would I be here? I hope I really don't like him."
Liu Hanyan couldn't help but lean against the window sill, stretching out her jade-like hand, and small streams of demonic energy slowly gathered towards her.
A strange red light flashed in her eyes, and the demonic energy in her hand became more and more, and a demonic knife slowly condensed into her hand.
"If it were that me or that Lin Qingyan, what would they do? Kill the Wentian Sect and kill the heartless man with their own hands?"
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On the day of the wedding, the sky was bright and clear, and the sky was clear.
Xiao Yifeng was called to wash up early in the morning. Xiaoyue took care of his hair and put on a wedding dress on a white coat.
Xiaoyue turned around and smiled: "I have watched you grow up all the way, from a little kid to a young palace master, and from a young palace master to a wedding. It feels strange."
Xiao Yifeng asked doubtfully: "What's this strange feeling?"
Xiaoyue chuckled and said: "It feels like a home-raised pig can eat cabbage."
Xiao Yifeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, you dare to laugh at me!"
The two quarreled for a while, but were soon stopped by Scorpio, saying that the auspicious time had come.
Xiao Yifeng tidied up his clothes and walked out. Outside, Ye Jiusi, Xiang Tiange and others were waiting at the door.
"Hello, Young Master!" Xiang Tiange and others saluted uniformly.
Xiao Yifeng said angrily: "You guys, are you trying to kill me?"
Everyone laughed, and Ye Jiusi stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, not bad, you are more handsome than me today."
Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but smile: "With your words, I feel relieved!"
"Uncle Xiao and the others would be very happy if they saw today!" Ye Jiusi said with emotion.
Xiao Yifeng also patted him and said, "Hurry up and don't worry about all my children being spoiled and you still being alone."
Ye Jiusi's expression was a little complicated, but he still smiled and said: "It's getting late, let's go!"
A group of people came to Wenxin Hall from the side door. At this moment, the hall was already full, and there were senior Taoist masters everywhere.
The guests who came early have already taken their seats, Su Qianyi and his wife are there to welcome the guests, and Qing Emperor is also happily chatting with them.
Xiao Yifeng stood in the Wenxin Hall and looked outside, only to see a huge red carpet extending into the square outside.
There are strips of red silk hanging in the air inside and outside the temple, which look solemn and festive, giving people a solemn and lively feeling.
Jiuxiao Immortal Palace is the main venue for weddings, so the decoration is extremely grand and luxurious, with gorgeous garlands and flowers placed everywhere, and the fragrance is fragrant.
Countless lotuses and lanterns were dotted around. The lotuses were blooming with colorful flowers, and the five-color spiritual fire was flying in the lanterns, lighting up the entire fairy palace.
The entire Jiuxiao Immortal Palace is filled with an elegant fragrance. The fragrance of lotus flowers and the light of lanterns intertwine to create a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.
The elegant music resounded in the hall. The music was melodious and fascinating, and the entire Jiuxiao Immortal Palace was like a fairyland.
The guests in such an environment were dressed in various robes and costumes, as well as shining accessories, looking as if they were immortals and not ordinary people.
Their table was filled with delicacies and rare wines, and they were talking quietly to each other, looking very elegant.
The square was full of Northern Dragon Riders with solemn and unsmiling expressions. Giant dragons were flying neatly in the air, solemn and solemn.
Xiao Yifeng looked at the familiar scene in front of him, his heart sank slightly, and the smile on his face froze.
