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The rest of Daxiu didn't seem to have heard his words, his expression remained unchanged, and he covered his sleeves and drank lightly.

Among all the immortal sects, who doesn't know that Bingyi people hate others to use their appearance as a talking point.Although their seniority was superior in the sect and they could be respectfully called "ancestors" when they left the sect, they seemed a bit unappreciative in front of Nalan Yu.

If he agrees with Ming Yizi at this moment, he may have to confess to Yaoguang City after leaving Guanghua Palace.

Ming Yizi is not afraid of Nalan Yu's majesty, the Yuxu Sect behind him is not easy to provoke, "City Master Nalan said, right?"

The cold mist rolled down from the jade steps, rolling up bursts of green smoke.

Nalan Yu's eyes fell on Ming Yizi, "I heard that fellow Taoist Ming Yizi is going to hold a joint registration ceremony in the near future. I don't know which fairy is it, who can enter the eyes of the head teacher of Yuxu Sect."

Although Ming Yizi is a Taoist monarch respected by everyone in the Yuxu Sect, he also has a little-known identity - the son of the head teacher of the Yuxu Sect.

Yuxuzong practiced the way of swordsmanship, advocating that Taishang is ruthless, and he is famous for being hard-hearted and incomprehensible in Wuxiang Realm.The head teacher of Yuxu Sect is one of the best.

He was born with a natural sword, destined to soar with the way of the sword, but the way of heaven is unpredictable, and good fortune tricks people.In a cataclysmic catastrophe, the head teacher of Yuxu Sect was exiled in the realm of mortals, lost his memory and cultivation, and became a Taoist partner with a mortal in the human world like a mortal.

After the death of a mortal and leaving his soul in the sky, he retrieved his memory from the muddle and returned to the Yuxu Sect with his infant child.

It was rumored that after he returned to the sect, his Taoist heart was unstable due to the death of his Taoist companion, and he had no hope of ascension, but few people knew that his Taoist companion's soul was contained in the emptiness of his sea of ​​consciousness.And the mortal woman in the "Love of Immortals" praised by everyone is actually a young man.

Cultivators tend to look down on mortals, let alone illegitimate children born to mortals and great swordsmen.Yes, because the joint registration ceremony between the head teacher of Yuxuzong and that mortal was not held in the sect, no one in Yuxuzong recognized the status of that mortal, and even the son born of the union of the two died because they could not gather the sword heart. be hated.

At that time, the head teacher of Yuxu Sect had not yet taken the position of head teacher, and the elders of the sect frequently put pressure on him, so he had to send the child away.It wasn't until a hundred years later that he took the position of head teacher firmly that he took the child back.

However, after the child came back, he only had hatred for him in his heart. He listened to the slander of the evil monks around him, thinking that the head of Yuxu Sect sent him away for the position of head teacher, and that his "mother" was also sent away by him to prove the Tao. kill.Therefore, after returning to the Zongmen, not only did he not admit his identity, but he also repeatedly opposed his biological father.

And the marriage ceremony that is about to be held this time is a marriage contract set by the head teacher of Yuxu Sect in order for him to cultivate his body and mind.

The candlelight flickered and fell on Ming Yizi's face, flickering on and off.He put down the spirit wine in his hand, and snorted lightly, "Why, City Lord Nalan also wants to continue?"

In the eyes of outsiders, the one who married Zuoqiu Mingzhu back then was Nalan Yu, the lord of Yaoguang City.

The hall is brightly lit, and sometimes the sea breeze blows through the open fan leaves, and the cirrus curtain under the palace eaves shakes gently, falling on the cold white jade bricks, forming mottled light and shadows.

"Fellow Taoist Ming Yizi is drunk? Who in Wuxiang Realm doesn't know City Lord Nalan's infatuation with his deceased wife." A Daxiu interrupted Ming Yizi's unfinished sentence, his eyes were full of warning.

"It's Daoist Ming Yizi, which fairy can make you calm down and stay on the road, and insist on dual cultivation?" Another big cultivator said with a smile.

These people are all cultivators who transform spirits, and they really don't like Ming Yizi's provocative style.

"It's just a mortal." Ming Yizi drank his glass and sneered, "Skinny, with no style at all." There was only one face to see.

It's extremely ridiculous for a man to want to be Ming Yizi's Taoist companion.

"Mortal?" Several Daxiu were stunned. When they first heard the news that Ming Yizi was about to hold a joint registration ceremony, they thought it was a marriage between Yuxuzong and some immortal sect. As the head teacher's wife?

Thinking about the past of the current head teacher of Yuxu Sect, the few people didn't find it strange after being stunned.

Ming Yizi drank several cups in a row, his body surged with spiritual energy, and he couldn't help but look ugly.He got up and raised his hand to salute, "I suddenly feel unwell, please ask City Lord Nalan to borrow a side hall to sober up."

The banquet has just begun, and he is leaving now?

Several overhauls frowned invisibly, that's good, so he won't say something provocative again.

"Come here." Nalan Yu glanced at him and said coldly, "Send Ming Yizi Daojun to the side hall."

A few maids walked in from the palace door with their heads down, Ming Yizi's eyes sank, "No need."

After finishing the words, he waved his long sleeves, passed by several maids, and walked out of the palace gate.

The Daxiu who watched him leave sighed from the bottom of their hearts, this Ming Yizi acted perversely, aloofly and arrogantly, even if he had the support of Yuxu Sect, he couldn't stand up to offending others indiscriminately outside.

Just thinking about it, as the No. 1 in the way of swordsmanship, the only son of Yuxu Sect, the head of the immortal sect, it doesn't matter if Ming Yizi is a bit perverted.

On the 32 jade steps, cold fog lingers.

Sitting in front of the sapphire case, the delusion-breaking god never looked down from the beginning, his expression was as cold as the endless sea beyond the fan blade.

At three o'clock in the morning, the night was dark.

Under the sea of ​​stars, the sea water fluctuates with the wind.Several palace attendants came from the end of the veranda with lanterns in their hands, their steps were slow and their expressions were respectful.

"...Except for Lord Ming Yizi of the Yuxu Sect, the rest of the major cultivators are all casual cultivators." The attendant following behind Nalan said in a low voice.

Yu Xuzong?

Nalan was stunned, but kept walking, "Where are the sword cultivators from Xitianya?"

"Escorted the young master Weisheng back to Haicheng." The attendant replied.

Nalan didn't ask any more questions, and followed the palace attendant to Guanghua Hall.The sound of changing cups can be heard from afar.

"Please, Your Highness." The palace attendants stopped in front of the side hall of the Guanghua Palace, and the light from the lanterns fell on the cold white jade bricks, adding a bit of gloom for no reason.

The side hall is not as brightly lit as the main hall, which seems rather dim.The candlelight in the hall outside the hall was slightly dim, and it was still on the verge of dying.

"Your Highness, please wait in the side hall for a while, waiting for the city lord to deliver the edict." After saying that, the door of the hall was closed from the outside.

The figures of the palace attendants were reflected in front of the palace gate, the lights of the lanterns flickered on and off, several figures overlapped one after another, and there were inaudible whispers, and soon, the footsteps outside came from near to far, until the corridor was dark one slice.

Nalan frowned, glanced at the door of the hall, and walked to the depths of the hall.The farther you go, the less light there is. Only the distant sea of ​​stars can be clearly seen outside the open fan blades. The silver moon hangs in the sky, shrouded in veil-like dark clouds, and there is only a little blur.

The light gauze hangs in all directions, making the light and shadow even darker.

Nalan walked to the cirrus cloud table next to the screen, and sat upright with his sleeves twitched.The soft cloud sleeves hang down from his wrist, winding softly on the white jade bricks, like layers of flowing clouds.

The hall was very quiet, as if I could hear my own heartbeat.

The dark clouds covering the silver moon outside the window dispersed at some point, and the pale moonlight passed through the thin screen and landed on Nalan with his eyes closed.

……

There is no wind and no sound around, as if even the sea of ​​stars is slowly moving away.

Nalan frowned, his fingertips were hot, burning up to his heart, soon burning to all his limbs, even the blood in his body began to boil.

He panted uncomfortably, and wanted to get up and walk to the window, but just as he stood up, his whole body seemed to lose all strength, and he fell limply in front of the cirrus desk.

Hot, burning hot.

He sat up with his hands propped up, and wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, only to find that there was nothing on the Juanyun case except a bright lamp.

Water...he needs water.

"Bang——" the sound of the lamp falling to the ground, the lamp oil ran out, and only a small section of the wick was still burning tenaciously.

"...Come on, come on." He gasped, his voice soft and soft, but Nalan, whose consciousness was no longer clear, didn't notice that there was no one outside the palace gate.

He stood up with all his strength, supported the pillars of the screen and walked out, his feet touched somewhere, and he fell in front of a carved cloud couch.

The cloud couch is covered with bright red mattresses, with exquisite dark patterns and intertwined dragons and phoenixes, which makes people think about it at a glance.

Nalan felt hot and uncomfortable, and mist gathered under his eyes.He sat up slowly, and his consciousness began to return due to the fall. He mobilized the spiritual power in his body, trying to drive away the heat in his blood that could burn him out.

"Who are you?" A voice as cold as moonlight came from the couch.

Nalan's movements of using his spiritual power paused, and before he could raise his eyes, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up abruptly.

Nalan fell on the cloud bed, the quilt under his body was soft, he wanted to turn around dully, but was pushed back by someone pressing his shoulders.

The cold hand fell on his neck fiercely, without any hesitation, "Say, who sent you here?" The voice seemed to be icy.

Nalan turned his head with difficulty, and saw a handsome face.The other party had long black hair and was very young, but on his face was a half golden butterfly mask, revealing only his beautiful thin lips.

He smelled a strong smell of wine, mellow, cold, and extremely sweet.

Nalan's consciousness became blurred, and his blood began to burn.

He felt that he was drunk, but the drunk person was pressing on top of him, and his pupils began to dilate.

The silver moon is like a hook, hanging on the sea, shedding a faint moonlight.

Ming Yizi was leaning against the carved railing, with one hand resting on his chin, and the other hand was holding the jug, drinking from time to time.

"The bright moon comes out of the cloud cliff, and the light is flowing." A voice with a smile came from outside the pavilion, "In the Guanghua Palace, you are pushing cups and changing cups, but fellow Taoist Ming Yizi is here watching the moon and drinking alone."

Ming Yizi turned around, saw a handsome and elegant face, and snorted lightly, "Why, don't you care about it?"

"Not yet." The visitor waved a folding fan leisurely, "I heard that the mortal your father found for you was a man without spiritual roots. I was really curious, so I lied about coming out to sober up and came looking for you."

He looked at his friend curiously, "Do you have an album with a picture stone, let me see your future sister-in-law?"

When Ming Yizi thought of the man in his dormitory, he felt irritable, "What's so good about a skinny man!"

"The person chosen by Shi Bo must have something special." Yuan Zhe looked at Ming Yizi disapprovingly, "Ming Yizi, how old are you, and you still oppose Shi Bo like a child."

"He didn't choose it." Speaking of this, Ming Yizi became even more irritable, "My father chose him."

The father he was talking about was not Ling Xizi, the head teacher of the Yuxu Sect, but a mortal man who gave birth to him and had already left his soul.

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To avoid misunderstanding, let me explain here that Ming Yizi is the child of Nalan (second life, next life) and Ling Xizi, head teacher of Yuxu Sect.Please allow me to speak slowly about the reason and timeline.No abuse, this article will not abuse, please don't worry.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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