Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Ou Hongcheng in the main hall was smiling happily.

The maid carried a flower basket and scattered flower petals, and the sky was filled with flowers.

Wang Ruonan, who was wearing a phoenix crown, stepped over the brazier and held Ou Hongcheng's extended hand.

Bei Yi followed him to watch the ceremony. When he saw his senior sister getting married, he didn't know whether he should be happy for her or feel sorry for her. But just looking at Mu Yuan's face, his heart ached.

Some people are destined to be together.

The newlyweds bowed to each other and then bowed to the high hall. Li Xiufen in the high hall looked at the two newcomers with a smile.

When serving tea, Li Xiufen took off the bracelet from her wrist and put it on Wang Ruonan's wrist: "Nan'er and Cheng'er will treat each other as guests and live a good life in the future."

Wang Ruonan nodded.

Ou Hongcheng pulled Wang Ruonan into the bridal chamber with a smile on his face.

Bei Yi looked at Mu Yuan's expression and thought for a long time. If one day his master was with someone else, he might not be able to be as generous as his senior brother. He was afraid that he would behead the man and imprison the master next to him, so that Han Ziyu could only live by himself for the rest of his life.

After the ceremony was completed, the wedding banquet began.

Various delicacies from the mountains and seas showed the grandness of the banquet, and many people from several major sects came.

Bei Yi wore an iron mask and hid among the other disciples seeing off his bride, and deliberately distanced himself from Xi Qing and Mu Yuan, for fear of being recognized and causing unnecessary trouble to Wangya Dian.

Bei Yi saw Lu Ming and Mo Ling. Mo Ling had changed a lot after not seeing him for a few months. She was wearing a dignified dress and Mo Bei's unique bun. Her makeup had also become much more refined. She was no longer in Wanxu Mountain. When we first met him, he was full of aura, steady and majestic.

Lu Ming was guarding Mo Ling, who had just ascended the throne.

Lu Yuchuan didn't have much objection to his son's marriage. He only asked Mo Ling to return to Pengxi Pavilion with Lu Ming after he handed over the imperial power to his brother many years later.

Kunshan Wu's Feng Yun and Feng Qing came to Mu Yuan with drinks: "Mu Yuan, let's discuss it again if we have the opportunity in the future."

Mu Yuan raised his glasses and said, "Definitely."

Wan Mufeng sat at another table with his bride. Wan Xinan looked at the food in front of him silently without saying a word. He picked up the wine glass and took a few sips.

Wan Mufeng: "Drink less."

"Yeah." Wan Xinan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly.

Seeing this, Bei Yi lamented that Wan Xinan had truly forgotten everything. Yicao ordered him to uproot his memory of Wan Mufeng. That's fine, there will be no more pain, but I don't know if Wan Mufeng will choose to let go completely.

Lei Yingying was discussing some trivial matters with her disciples. Her empty sleeves and grimace on her face showed that she was not doing well.

After Fang Yuan's poisonous rebellion subsided, Wan Yueqin detained thousands of Lei Yingfeng disciples. I heard that most of the disciples' cultivation had been destroyed when they were returned. I have to say that Wan Mufeng made this move very well after he succeeded to the throne.

Lei Yingfeng had caused Wan Yueqin misery, and Wan Mufeng was kind enough not to kill those disciples. Having abolished the cultivation of thousands of monks, Lei Yingfeng no longer had the fighting power to show off. It will take more than ten years to cultivate a group of capable disciples.

Baku also came, and the young master of Baku, Li Jingbo, was sitting in the corner with a few disciples.

Beiyi was taken in by the owner of the valley when he visited Baku.

The musicians in the main hall performed joyfully, the songs were moving, and the dances were charming.

If they were young a few years ago, they might have been drinking and chatting, discussing which musician's beauty and figure were attractive. But now they just sit quietly below, enjoying the moving music, and they no longer have the debauchery of youth.

The banquet lasted from dusk to Xu time and ended on time.

The guests slowly dispersed, and the drunken groom was supported by his groomsmen until he reached the wedding room.

After a few people had a little fuss in the wedding room, the maid came to spread the tent with happy fruits.

After no one was in the room, Ou Hongcheng slowly lifted up his red hijab. He was stunned when he looked at Wang Ruonan's stunning appearance.

Wang Ruonan smiled and said, "I'll make you some sobering soup."

Ou Hongcheng took her hand: "Nan'er, leave these things to the servants. I want to stay with you well."

Wang Ruonan: "You really don't mind?"

"Fool, it's too late for me to be happy, so why would I mind."

……

Xi Qing and Mu Yuan took more than ten disciples back to the top of Wangya.

Han Ziyu asked about the wedding banquet, and then asked about Bei Yi's situation.

"Master, there is no need to worry about him. He is very lucky and has a smooth tongue. It is absolutely impossible for those people to discover him."

"Ah."

After the two left, Han Ziyu sat in the pavilion in the backyard of Whitewater Palace, with the cold wind blowing on his face and the cold moon shining on him. He stared at the mountains in the distance, his mind filled with images from his past life.

"That's fine..." He murmured to himself.

Three days later, Wang Ruonan took her husband back and brought many gifts.

The female disciple of Bailu Peak was ecstatic when she saw those gifts: "Thank you, senior sister."

"You're welcome."

Wang Ruonan brought Ou Hongcheng to Baishui Palace again, and knelt down to thank the master for his teachings and upbringing.

Han Ziyu arranged a dozen tables for homecoming banquets.

"Xiao Qi, Master will not be able to protect you all the time in the future. Now that you are married, if you have any difficulties in the future, you must remember that Master will protect you." Han Ziyu said.

Wang Ruonan had never seen such a gentle master, and her tears flowed down again: "Master, this is an unfilial disciple. I cannot stay by your side to take care of you."

Han Ziyu: "I don't need you to take care of me as a teacher. You have to take care of yourself." He glanced at Ou Hongcheng and said, "Help me take care of Xiao Qi."

Ou Hongcheng said respectfully: "I will certainly live up to the Immortal Lord's trust."

Mu Yuan stood aside like an outsider. He didn't dare to look at Wang Ruonan, even from his back.

Li Yingge took Mu Yuan's arm and said, "Brother Yuan, Sister Anan has found a good home."

Mu Yuan said coldly: "Yeah."

Xi Qing stood in front of Ou Hongcheng and said nonsense: "If you dare to hurt my senior sister in the future, I will kill you, do you hear me?"

Wang Ruonan patted Xi Qing on the shoulder: "Aqing, it's time to call me brother-in-law."

"Don't scream." Xi Qing curled his head.

Ou Hongcheng smiled and said: "I know Brother Xi, I only love Ruonan in this life."

The homecoming banquet lasted until the afternoon.

"This trip was a bit regretful. I didn't see Ayi. I heard his voice on the wedding day, but I didn't have time to talk to him properly." Wang Ruonan sighed.

Xi Qing: "He has caused a mess by himself. It is better to go out and avoid the limelight than to stay by Master's side and drag him down."

Wang Ruonan nodded.

……

The days go by so fast, months fly by in the blink of an eye, winter leaves and spring comes.

Han Ziyu has been concentrating on the study of spiritual weapons, and often goes to Jili Peak to discuss the art of making spiritual weapons with Xi Qinyi.

The rest of the time is either preparing lessons or giving lectures.

In the evening it is time to practice.

The days are dull and boring.

The disciples suffered so much that they never saw the Immortal Lord smiling again, and the daily homework was so tiring.

Xi Qing complained: "If this piece of shit doesn't come back, I always feel like something is missing. It's so boring."

He touched the little green snake in his sleeve again, but there was still no sign of waking up. Even if it was hibernating, it should be awake. He had been feeding him with essence and blood for so long, and channeling his spiritual power every day, but Qingqing still showed no sign of waking up.