Married and Obedient to the Husband

The sun and the moon alternate, how many days and nights passed between the knees, and the world changed. No one thought that one moment they were busy celebrating Emperor Ye's wedding, and the next moment would usher in Emperor Ye's death.

Deep love will not last, and wisdom will be hurt.

A heavy rain swept everything, and the land of Kyushu was washed by the rain again, but it couldn't wash away the deep sadness.

Same as 14 years ago, Yanmo walked down the tower alone, but Emperor Ye would not see him off in person.

In one life, a hundred years will pass, come and go in a hurry, the surging emotion rises like a tide, the eyes are sore, and I turn on the horse, and I don’t even dare to turn my head back.

And in an extremely hidden place, a person watched Yan Mo go away, and followed him closely.

Everything in Yanjiabao is as usual, and the children are growing up happily. The little one at that time has grown up now, and his height has also increased a lot, almost catching up with Yanmo.

At the age of 14, Qing'er is already a tall and handsome boy. His appearance has inherited Yan Mo's, but without the coldness of dust, his whole body is full of youth and vitality.

Seeing the children growing up, Yan Mo felt as if he was getting old, yes, they are no longer young now, the children will soon be adults, will inherit the Yan Family Fort, and will walk out of his side.

"Master." At this moment, Yan Mo was teaching Lan'er to write with his hands, and the doorman's anxious notification sounded outside the house, and Yan Mo asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

"Master, the Demon Cult is here again."

This word is extremely serious. The demon sect attacked Yanjiabao many years ago, bringing them a catastrophe. Several respected elders died. This was their nightmare.

"How many people are here?" Yan Mo frowned, already reflected.

"Not many, probably only people from Rakshamen."

Rakshamen is under the jurisdiction of the leader of the Demon Cult. Hasn't Ye Wuchang already untied Lihun, why is he still clinging to Yanjiabao, but it's good if he comes, he just wants to settle this account properly.

The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the beautiful white cloth has not been removed, and the mountains and rivers are crying and mourning.

The sword that pierced Qi Lianyu's body directly shattered his heart, and he will never be moved by that person again, only hatred, boundless hatred.

Raising the corners of his lips, he smiled coldly, "Order Suzaku, Xuanwu, and Baihu to prepare their traps. I want the Demon Cult to come and go this time."

The organs of the three gates have been replaced a long time ago. It is not the same as before. The organs have been improved a lot. Back then, the Demon Cult invaded the Yan Family Fort to take advantage of the emptiness of the Yan Family Fort and all the main forces were mobilized. , and now all the elites of Yanjiabao are here, Yanmo's eyes trembled.

The three vigorous and powerful characters of Yanjiabao embody the hard work and crystallization of countless ancestors. The majestic castle stands tall on the mountain, with layers of falling rocks and undulating layers, surrounded by green trees and the sound of fog. , as if the beautiful scenery of the fairy mountain, the beauty seems unreal.

Ye Wuchang stared blankly at the three big characters, not knowing what to think.

He also didn't know why he was so persistent in attacking Yan's family. Only this opportunity could he see him, and only under such circumstances would he see him.

It's okay to have no memory, but once you wake up, every day without him is unbearable, it's a kind of torment, I just want to see him, I just want to talk.

Since the last loss, the Yan Family Fort has been heavily guarded, and even he couldn't sneak in without disturbing anyone, so he came here in the open.

Above the mountains are layers of stairs, stretching up to the sky.

This is not an important place for military strategists, otherwise Yanjiabao has such a powerful terrain, and they would not be able to climb up if they threw huge boulders directly on the mountain.

"Go." The word was spit out from the mouth calmly and forcefully, and Ye Wuchang waved his hand, his eyes were deep.

The eyes of the Rakshamen people sank, and they climbed up the steps at a fast speed, going straight to the steps going up the mountain.

At the end of the steps is the gate of Yanjiabao. When the Luochamen rushed in, the heavy gate opened, and the Yanjiabao elite quickly rushed out of the door and fought with the Luochamen.

This is the second confrontation between the Devil's Cult and the Yan Family Fort. Ye Wuchang confronted him calmly, rushed into the first gate, and entered the Xuangui Gate. It is fierce and surrounds people.

The swords and swords were aligned, the shadows shuttled back and forth, and the sound of screaming and killing was intertwined. The powerful crossbows were shot from the four surrounding stone pillars. There seemed to be countless hidden weapons hidden in the stone pillars, densely packed, following the rotation of the stone pillars Interlacing and changing each other, the whole body's breath enveloped the surroundings of the body, and the powerful crossbow shot over, as if being bounced away by an invisible wall.

Staring intently at those stone pillars, when the crossbow paused to prepare for the next round of attack, Ye Wuchang shot out quickly, and the weapon in his hand hit one of the larger holes, and his feet didn't stop , Touching three stone pillars in succession, he insisted on using powerful martial arts to stagger their directions.

The stone pillar is very hard, people can't break it, they can only destroy its mechanism. After the sword completely sank into the air, the stone pillar stopped and no longer rotated.

The crossbow was broken, and Ye Wuchang rushed in with the Demon Cult's men and horses in awe-inspiring manner. At this moment, no one can stop his footsteps. At this moment, he doesn't need anyone to understand. He just wants to see him, just want to see him.

Even if it's all over, don't care, otherwise he will go crazy.

Xuanguimen is in a mess, swords and swords, you come and go, Shuramen and Yanjiabao elites face off, a desperate battle, you drive and I go.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the Yanjiabao became a small battlefield.

Breaking through the Xuanguimen and Suzakumen, the journey seems to be a little smooth, and I always feel that some organs are not of much use at all, so they easily entered the Qinglongmen.

A dragon lurking and hovering on the ground is carved on the bluestone bricks. The green dragon is suspected of rushing to the sky at any time. It is so lifelike and mighty.

The Ye Mingzhu in Qinglong's mouth is very dazzling, and at the Qinglong Gate, Yanmo appeared in front of Ye Wuchang in white.

Just one face-to-face, as if after millions of years, that peerless face even became blurred, everything was so blurred, and when I woke up, I found that time has passed and the vicissitudes of life are undergoing drastic changes. This kind of change is beyond human power Changed, pale and powerless.

An unspeakable excitement and bitterness welled up in my heart, and I couldn't say anything about the sour swell that I'm sorry squeezed into my chest cavity.

The two faced each other silently, without saying a word, and when their eyes met, there was no longer the deep affection of the past, only coldness, a chilling and hopeless coldness.

All of this was caused by him, what else do you want now?Ye Wuchang didn't understand, he really didn't understand, and he didn't want to do this, but everything happened like this, what could he do?

"Ye Wuchang." The three cold words overflowed from Yanmo's mouth. Looking at Ye Wuchang with cold eyes, he slowly pulled out the weapon in his hand, pointing the sharp weapon at Ye Wuchang, "I, Yan Jiabao, are not you Wherever you want to come, where you want to go.”

The violent emotions were hidden even deeper in an instant, and Ye Wuchang's turbulent emotions, hidden deep in his heart, also became cold like Yan Mo.

"Yanjiabao is really a good place, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and outstanding people. I have always wanted to use this place as the gathering place of the Devil's Cult."

"Delusional."

After the two short words, there was a ruthless confrontation. With a sound of slam, the two figures were as fast as lightning, like arrows off the string, flying out and colliding in mid-air, sparking strong sparks.

"Back then, my Yan family castle was short of manpower, this time I won't lose." With a decisive attitude, Yan Mo's face was full of stubbornness.

"So what?" Ye Wuchang sneered with the corners of his lips curled up silently, the deep emotion in his eyes was sealed.

His Mo'er, after such a long time, he is still as beautiful as ever, it's good to see him, it's good to hear him speak, at least he will feel that he is still alive, not living in a trance, not knowing the day and night It's He Xi.

Fighting for more than ten rounds in the blink of an eye, Yan Mo's progress over the years should not be underestimated, Ye Wuchang deliberately backed down, the two were tied, and the lightning and light intersected. Almost smashing them to pieces, let alone rushing in, unless they didn't want to live.

On the mountain, under the bright sunshine, a fight is unfolding, and the hand holding the weapon can hardly help shaking. It turns out that fighting with the one you love is such a painful and desperate thing.

What about Yanmo back then?What kind of mood is it, is it as desperate as him?

Ye Wuchang had countless thoughts in his mind. Where the two of them passed by, the mountains were turbulent, huge boulders rolled up under their feet, sand and stones flew away, and trees were severely damaged.

But the two of them were like rocs spreading their wings, flying to the direction of the mountain behind Yanjiabao.