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

The first ray of light in the morning shone through the window.

Bei Yi arranged his wedding clothes, his palms sweating nervously.

Xi Qing joked: "Look at your worthless look."

Bei Yi: "How about it? Wouldn't it look more elegant in wedding clothes?"

Xi Qing curled his lips: "Barely."

Mu Yuan stood aside: "Junior brother."

"Ok?"

"You look very handsome today."

Bei Yi smiled sheepishly.

"Treat Master well in the future. It has not been easy for Master over the years. One person has to bear everything. I can only hide my sadness in my heart. I must love Master well in the future."

Bei Yi put away his smile and nodded blankly: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will be your master's most loyal follower and his best husband."

Lu Ming smiled: "Brother Bei finally got married. I prepared a car full of gifts for you every year. I have been preparing for ten years, but we finally got married."

Bei Yi: "Brother Lu, you have prepared too many gifts."

Lu Ming clicked his tongue and said, "This is just a matter of course. It's all for you to use in the future."

Several people laughed and said something to each other.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Mo Ling said outside the door: "How long has it been? You still haven't gone to pick up the bride?"

When Bei Yi heard the word "acceptance", he became nervous again, so panicked that his hands started to shake.

Lu Ming patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Bei, don't be nervous."

Bei Yi took a deep breath and used his energy to calm down: "No, it's okay. Let's go."

A group of people were waiting outside the door.

Wan Mufeng took a step forward: "Hey, Brother Bei, this wedding dress is really elegant."

Bei Yi rolled his eyes at him: "Stop making trouble, save your energy and go to welcome the bride later."

Wan Mufeng: "Don't worry. You see, there are so many of us. Can't we easily handle such a thing as a wedding?"

Wan Xinan followed Wan Mufeng. He pulled the corner of Wan Mufeng's clothes: "Brother, when will you get married?"

Wan Mufeng looked back and said dotingly: "If I don't get married, I will stay with you for the rest of my life."

Wan Xinan was surprised: "Guard me?"

"Well, I will guard you for the rest of my life." Wan Mufeng said again.

Wan Xinan nodded: "Let's go together to welcome the bride."

Beiyi got on his horse and started from Taolin, passing through the Yangchang Trail, all the way to Hushan Town.

Outside the hall, a group of people blocked the door.

"Who is coming?" someone asked inside the door.

Bei Yi cleared his throat: "Bei Yi, come to pick up the bride."

"Since you are here to pick up the bride, let me give you a test."

Xi Qing: "Feel free to come, just come, he knows everything about Master."

The person inside the door asked: "Then let me test your poetry."

"There is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget it when you see her."

Bei Yi thought for a moment and immediately said: "I haven't seen you for a day, and I miss you like crazy."

During those years, he copied love poems every day and secretly gave them to his master.

The person inside the door said again: "Death and life are great, let's talk to Zicheng"

Bei Yi immediately said: "Hold your hand and grow old together with me."

Another person in the door said anxiously: "What poetry is the test? Ask about something else."

The person blocking the door argued for a while and then said: "How many feet tall is Han Xianzun?"

Bei Yi: "Two feet."

"Well, the height of Lord Hanxian."

Beiyi: "Seven feet eight." (In ancient times, one foot was 23.1cm)

"What is Hanxian Lord's favorite food?"

Beiyi: "Spicy chicken."

The people inside the door started arguing again: "If I change the question again, it's too simple."

Han Wuchou said at the door: "The time and place of our first meeting."

"Tianlan Haicheng, the eighth day of August in the first year of Tianqi."

Han Wuchou: "Come and prove your sincerity."

Bei Yi: "My sincerity can be learned from heaven and earth, and the sun and moon are proof of it."

Xi Qing, who was outside the door, pushed hard and said, "Stop being blocked. It's already too late. Let us go in."

Lu Ming took out some money: "Come here, you are all very happy. You are tired of being stuck here, so take it all."

The man who blocked the door happily accepted the wedding money and said, "But I have to play pot throwing."

People outside the door shouted: "That's right, Bibi Hu Tou. Among those of you who are going to pick up the bride, if anyone can throw more pots than Senior Brother Zhao, you will be let in."

The man said swornly, and then pushed Zhao Zhiruo out: "Brother Zhao, it's up to you. Shoot well and beat them all."

Bei Yi said with an innocent face: "Junior Brother Zhao, please show mercy."

Little Apple shouted from the side: "Master, come on, master, come on, don't give in to Uncle Beiyi, master, come on."

Bei Yi sighed, no one has ever won Junior Brother Zhao every year in Tou Hu.

The pot throwing began, and Xi Qing was the first to compete. He threw twice, but none of the pots went in: "Forget it, senior brother, do it."

Mu Yuan held the arrow and hit it at once.

Xi Qing clapped his hands and exclaimed: "If you are successful, you will be ten steps ahead."

Zhao Zhiruo held an arrow and hit it equally.

The disciple blocking the door on the side cheered: "If you come out, ten chips."

Mu Yuan continued to throw, and he threw the pot ear at once.

Xi Qing said proudly: "Through it into the ear, there are four plans."

Zhao Zhiruo held two arrows and hit both ears.

The inner disciples cheered: "Six chips in both ears, you are going to lose."

Mu Yuan held the arrow and threw it. He was about to lean on the pole, but when he reached the mouth of the pot, the arrow slipped into the pot.

Xi Qing sighed: "Bei Yi, come here."

Bei Yi was extremely nervous, and he was not good at playing pot.

I only made two shots after several attempts.

Zhao Zhiruo smiled and said: "Senior Brother Bei, it's not that I didn't let you go."

Bei Yi: "Good junior brother, let us go in."

Han Wuchou blocked the door: "This is not possible, we can't see your sincerity."

Wan Mufeng: "Brother Bei almost revealed his true feelings."

Han Wuchou leaned against the door and pursed his lips: "Do you think you want to try using the illusion?"

A group of disciples in the sect said: "We must try, we must try."

Soon he set up an illusion: "The illusion will prove your sincerity for you."

As soon as he entered the illusion, he saw a butterfly spirit. Beiyi stood in the dark night, and a group of blue-light butterfly spirits slowly flew towards him.

"Yeah, you're finally here."

"Yes, it's here."

"Come and find Lord Hanxian with me."

A butterfly elf landed on Bei Yi's fingertips: "Follow me."

The butterfly spirit walks ahead, lighting the way in the dark night.

After walking through the winding road and coming to a corner, the Butterfly Elf said: "This is it."

Bei Yi was confused. There was an iron gate in front of him. He pushed the iron gate, and suddenly a white light came out, which stung Bei Yi's eyes.

The iron door opened, and the scene in front of him was Whitewater Palace.

No, to be precise, it was the White Water Palace in the previous life.

The moonlight shone down, elongating Bei Yi's figure. He stopped in the courtyard, his heart beating faster. He walked through this life and came to the past life. He didn't know how to face Han Ziyu in the past life.