After securing the script of the villain Taoist

Sang Yuan watched helplessly as the blush climbed up to the tips of his ears in an instant, as if he was an impatient old pervert who couldn't wait to get on the bed before it was dark.

It wasn't until Qi Ningan brought out a basin of hot water from nowhere, quickly took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet into the hot water in his shock that he didn't realize it.

A trace of hot air seeped into the flesh and blood along the soles of the feet, dissipating the chill brought by the soaked shoes and socks little by little.There was a faint blush on the bloodless cheeks, and the dense water vapor seemed to add a layer of dreamlike haze to the person in front of him.

Both feet were wrapped in hot water, and Sang Yuan couldn't help but let out a sigh when the water temperature was just right.

"Are you feeling better?" Qi Ningan didn't care about his silence, squatted on the ground and raised his head and asked, "Is it still cold?"

He raised his face, his brows and eyes stretched, and he didn't care about the sneaking out before, he only cared about whether he was cold, and even thoughtfully brought hot water to soak his feet.

"It's not cold." Sang Yuan turned his face away, not looking at the tenderness in his eyes, and was confused for a moment.

"That's good." Qi Ningan didn't get up, and after the water temperature dropped, he took out a dry towel to wipe his feet.

This set of movements was so smooth and smooth that Sang Yuan couldn't help but say, "No need, I can do it myself."

Qi Ningan was stunned for a moment, with a gentle smile on his face, he quickly wiped his feet, took out new shoes and socks from the cabinet next to him, and then whispered: "I'll go pour water first. gone."

Sang Yuan sat on a chair and frowned, watching his back as he went away. The wind blew the red lanterns under the eaves and swayed from side to side, and the heavy snow was still falling, as if laying a snow blanket for the upcoming wedding.

The sky had already darkened, and people who came and went looked here secretly. He sat inside and through the door that was not fully closed, he could hear faint voices coming from outside.

He immediately pricked up his ears, and instead of picking up the shoes and socks on the ground, he put the soaked shoes and socks into the space of the body, and found another pair of similar ones to replace them, and he didn't forget to stuff the ones on the ground into the cabinet inside.

It took only a few breaths to do this, and he quickly walked to the door, and gently opened the door a little wider, and sure enough, he saw several villagers holding things gathered under the eaves to talk.

They all wore maroon jackets, and they looked very festive.

Sang Yuan calmly heard what they were saying under the cover of the gate.

"Is that the person Mr. Qi likes? It's so pretty, no wonder Mr. Qi has been waiting here for so long."

"The wedding has been prepared a long time ago, and it can be held as soon as the person Mr. Qi likes arrives."

"It's all confirmed by Mr. Qi himself. After tonight, it will be consummated."

Already ready?

From the chats of these few people, it can be concluded that Qi Ning'an has lived here for a long time, and the wedding was prepared a long time ago, and it will be held immediately when he arrives.

But they clearly entered the Vast Sea Secret Realm not long ago.

Sang Yuan was at a loss when he heard that, the villagers who were chatting had clear outlines, their expressions were lifelike, and there was no aura of evil spirits.

The cold wind blew, clearing his mind that was still in a daze.

He leaned out deliberately, as if he had just left the house, and when the villagers who were talking found out, he walked up to them familiarly, and said with a smile: "It's so cold here, why is it so early?" Is it winter?"

His eyes fell on the white snow in due course, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned when he smiled, which was more eye-catching than the bustling spring day.

The villagers didn't have any doubts, they were only discussing the weather, and replied: "Where is it winter, it has always been like this here."

"Is that so?" The surprise on Sang Yuan's face was just right, he made a gesture to gather up his collar, and pretended to be distressed, "I'm most afraid of the cold, and what I like most is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming."

He seemed to be recalling the beautiful things, and his face was full of longing: "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, everything is recovering, the sun is neither cold nor hot, it is warm to bathe in it, and even the wind becomes warm."

Perhaps his expression was too comfortable, and one of the villagers holding melons and fruits was very curious: "It sounds completely different from ours. Ours has always been like this."

The expression on Sang Yuan's face was even more surprised than him: "Then don't you grow food?"

The villagers shook their heads together, moved in unison, and said in unison: "Why do we need to grow food?"

Sang Yuan's heart sank slightly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. He pointed to the trays in the hands of several people: "Then where did the melons and fruits in your hands come from?"

"It's already there." One of the villagers replied truthfully, "Because I'm preparing for a wedding."

Is it because of the wedding preparations, so these exist?

It's like, this village, the existence of these villagers.

Then, what happened to Yi Rou's Ji Yan and Chang Qing's mother?

He changed the subject again and asked, "When is the wedding?"

"Evening." The villager who was still carrying melons and fruits replied, taking it for granted, "Just wait until Mr. Qi is ready."

Sang Yuan knew that he could not ask any more questions from these villagers, he thanked him politely, and returned to the room.

He sat on a chair, put his elbows on the table and propped his chin, and tapped his fingers on the table, trying to straighten out all the clues he got.

This is definitely not the real world, the most fundamental reason is that normal mortals cannot exist in a secret territory.

On the surface, this place looks like the reflection of what he, Yi Rou, and Changqing think in their hearts.

Changqing misses his mother the most, Yi Rou seems to be thinking about that Ji Yan, and her original purpose is to prevent Qi Ning'an from becoming black.

The mortal here, Qi Ning'an, is gentle and considerate, and doesn't seem to be blackened at all.

Although it is not impossible for the illusions created by the three people to superimpose, he just felt that something was wrong.

If what these villagers said is true, then Qi Ning'an here existed a long time ago.And Ji Yan and Chang Qing's mother came with Qi Ning'an.

Ji Yan and his mother Changqing arrived later than Qi Ning'an.

Sang Yuan kept furrowing his brows, and his thoughts were tumbling rapidly, trying to find the key point in all this ailment.

The sound of "squeak" pushing the door interrupted his thoughts, and Qi Ning'an pushed the door open with one hand, and came in with a tray in the other.

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he did was to look at the soles of Sang Yuan's feet, and saw that the shoes and socks under his feet were well dressed, but he glanced at the cabinet from the corner of his eyes.

Sang Yuan felt a little worried when he saw him, especially after looking at the things in the tray.

Qi Ning'an put the tray on the table, and a wedding dress was placed in it.

Don't think about it, this must be prepared for yourself.

He looked at Sang Yuan with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Try it, if you don't like it, I will change it."

Sang Yuan sat on the chair without moving, pinched a corner of the wedding dress with his fingers, glanced at it casually, and said affirmatively: "I don't like this style, you can buy a new one tomorrow."

It looks like a thorn.

"What do you like?" Qi Ning'an leaned slightly, without any anger on his face, as if he was seriously discussing with him, "I have prepared a lot, and there are every style."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people outside seemed to be ready, they filed in while the door was open, everyone was holding a set of wedding clothes in their hands, and there was no room for a table.

Sang Yuan's eyebrows jumped slightly, he looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "What if I don't like it?"

He wanted to see what Qi Ningan planned to do.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ning'an still had a gentle expression, and waved his hand to make people take off all the wedding clothes, touched his hairband, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, you look good in anything, so you don't have to worry about it." It's time, the wedding is ready, you can go to the church together."

After all, I will take his hand.

Sang Yuan: What if you don’t marry me tonight?

"Wait!" Sang Yuan stood up suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, "I remembered, I still like the set you had earlier, let me try it first."

He gritted his back molars, and said, "If it doesn't fit, just change it."

This should be the only way he can delay time.

Qi Ning'an nodded, another person put down his wedding clothes and left.

Sang Yuan actually didn't know which set it was, because he didn't see it clearly.He didn't wait for Qi Ning'an to say anything more, he grabbed his wedding clothes, and he didn't forget to remind: "Don't look at evil, you wait for me outside the door."

Qi Ning'an did not refuse.

When he went out, Sang Yuan didn't do stupid things like destroying the wedding clothes. After all, there are so many sets to wait for. His immediate priority now is to let Qi Ning'an change the wedding dresses to spare time alone, not to spend time with Qi Ning'an. Competing in the selection of happy clothes.

In fact, he couldn't tell the style of the wedding dress, in short, it was all red on his body.

The gratifying thing is that he finally racked his brains to find a small flaw in the wedding clothes on his body.

There was a thumb-sized gap at the waist.

"There is a belt." Listening to his long talk about the small shortcomings of the waist, Qi Ningan said slowly, "If it is smaller, it will be tighter."

Sang Yuan said righteously: "I like tight ones."

Qi Ning'an was silent for a while, then took the clothes he had changed, and said without complaint: "It will be changed soon."

Sang Yuanquan pretended not to understand the meaning of his words, and urged: "You go."

Ordinary Qi Ning'an's temper was better than he imagined, and before he left, he thoughtfully closed the window for him and told him not to run around in the cold outside.

On the surface, Sang Yuan coped with "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He didn't want to see the embarrassing scene again in Yi Rou.

Fortunately, this time it went smoothly, he saw Changqing on the way.

Seeing his eyes light up, Changqing didn't even say hello, and asked, "Are you going to marry Lord Jian tonight?"

Well, I know it's Sword Lord, so I shouldn't have amnesia.

"What do you think?" Sang Yuan pulled him to a corner, without beating around the bush, and hurriedly asked, "You didn't notice anything unusual?"

Changqing seemed to know what he said, and replied actively: "Are you referring to why my mother exists here?"

Sang Yuan nodded, waiting for his next words.

The tip of Changqing's nose was a little red, and his voice choked up: "My mother is dead, but she can continue to live here."

"Ever since I was brought back to Xuantianmen by Elder Yangde, I have been worried about my mother. Unfortunately, I had no cultivation level at that time, so I could only secretly exchange the spirit stones for silver, and entrusted the disciples of the outer sect who went out to practice to give the silver. Give it to my mother." His eyes were red, and there was a little bit of hatred in it, "I always thought that my mother would wait for me to go back at home, until one day Aoqing threw a tantrum at me because of her face injury, and she deliberately Tell me about my mother's death."

"Sang Yuan, it turned out that the day after Elder Yangde took me away, he went back and dealt with my mother directly. Yes, Ao Qing was talking about dealing with it. She said that since I entered Xuantianmen, I should cut off the cause and effect of the world. .”

"I don't believe it. Could it be that the reason for monks to seek ascension is to cut off love? But why do Taoists still exist? Doesn't the Great Elder also have a daughter?"

Sang Yuan shook her head, her eyes showed pity: "She just wants to stimulate you, so as to satisfy her superior evil desire."

However, he didn't expect that Yang De would be able to do this step in order to make Changqing wholeheartedly a cannon fodder.

"Severing emotions and desires may be the Tao, but Tao is by no means the only one." Sang Yuan said affirmatively, comforting him, "Everything in the world can realize its own Tao, but whether this Tao is correct or not may not be determined until the end." There will be qualifications for judgment, so there will be right and wrong."

He looked around, reached out to catch a snowflake, his eyes fell on Changqing, and said affirmatively: "If you stay here, you will never realize your own way."

The Tao will not be trapped in a corner, it must be realized bit by bit through experience and tribulations.The mayfly lives and dies day and night, and has no chance to see the outside world. It is like watching the sky from a well, thinking that all creatures in the world live and die with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

"I know, my mother is my concern, not something that should be cut off." Changqing stood up straight and thin, as if she was no longer afraid of the wind and snow, "My mother will always be here waiting for me, As long as I come back, she will not die."

It's a belief.

Some people die because of karma, and some people live because of it. Changqing obviously belongs to the latter kind.

Sang Yuan is not very good at comforting people, but he knows that Changqing has already made a decision, and he doesn't worry too much after he won't be trapped here.

Moreover, he also drew a more important message from the conversation between the two.

Changqing's mother was dead, but she can live here.Then, the situation of Ji Yan is also the same.

"Does your mother remember the past?" Sang Yuan squeezed her fingers and asked, "Does she know where she is?"

Changqing answered very carefully: "Remember, she said that she woke up yesterday, and she appeared here after waking up. She has a body temperature and a heartbeat, and she will cook for me, knowing that I will come back, just like yes......"

As if coming back from the dead, Sang Yuan added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

If it was yesterday, that was when the four of them came in.Therefore, Ji Yan and Chang Qingniang did exist because of their arrival, so what about the mortal Qi Ning'an here?

If it is said that they came back from the dead here, could it be that Qi Ning'an is also?

Sang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, feeling that it was impossible.

After all, before the three of them took the first step, the chance of the sword lord Qi Ning'an dying behind was extremely slim.

In the Canglan Realm, no one can kill him, even the Dao of Heaven in the book was stabbed by him, causing the world in the book to collapse.

Unless, he killed himself.

how can that be possible!Sang Yuan was startled into a cold sweat by his sudden thought, Chang Qing saw that something was wrong with him, and hurriedly asked: "Sang Yuan, are you okay?"

"It's okay." He shook his head, his side face tensed under the dim light, as if he was saying to Changqing or himself, "I'm fine."

Changqing glanced at him and saw that his face was a little pale. He just thought he was worried that he would not be able to go out, so he comforted him: "I think Master is right, it should be Jian Jun who noticed the abnormality here, maybe He lost his memory and marrying you is the key to solving the problem."

Sang Yuan forced a laugh, and said, "Maybe."

But he knew that this was impossible, the mortal Qi Ning'an here was real, he had exactly the same aura as the sword lord Qi Ning'an, but his personality was very different.

He is the sword lord Qi Ning'an, Sang Yuan is sure, but this is the biggest problem.

While the two were talking, Qi Ning'an, who was wearing a wedding dress, passed by a pile of snow. He suddenly bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood splashed into the white snow, like a red plum in full bloom.

He clutched his chest, as if saying to the air in front of him: "It's useless, you can't kill me, just like you can't kill yourself."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled happily: "What you want is what I want, but this is my world. I have waited for so long, and I have been waiting for such a day since I existed."

"Actually, what does it matter? I got it, isn't it the same as you got it?"

In the white snow, no one answered his words, but he still said: "Maybe, he likes me more than you who got rid of me?"

"Tonight, our wedding will be completed. By then, it will be done. You will be your Sword Lord, and I will be my Qi Ning'an, won't you?"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, as if someone was dissatisfied with what he said.

The cold wind was bleak, large snowflakes fell, and even the blood red on the ground was quickly covered, and everything seemed to have never happened.

The two stood in place and talked for a while, apart from before, they couldn't get any more valuable breath.In the end, Sang Yuan let Changqing go home and let him take the opportunity to spend time with his mother.

And he returned to the wooden house alone, preparing to complete the wedding.

What will happen if the wedding that mortal Qi Ning's heart and soul has been dreaming of is completed?

Sang wished not to know, but this seemed to be the only feasible way at present.

After he had an idea and made up his mind to go back, he found that Qi Ning'an was already waiting for him at the door of the wooden house.

There were dots of snowflakes on his shoulders, some of which had melted and formed shallow water stains, as if he had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Sang Yuan suddenly understood that perhaps it wasn't that Qi Ning'an went looking for him on purpose that time, but happened to meet him.Just like this time, because he knew that he couldn't get out at all, and he would come back here sooner or later.

"It's changed." There was a slight smile on Qi Ning'an's handsome face, he was less cold and lonely, and more affectionate, "Try it."

This time Sang Yuan didn't find fault again, even though Xifu's waist became a little tight due to his previous intentional request, he silently took in his breath and started to wear it.

The wedding dress is red, and the hem is embroidered with auspicious clouds with gold thread, and it flies gracefully when walking.Sang Yuan picked up the belt, only to find that it was made of plum blossom branches in a darker red.If you look closely, it looks like a blooming plum blossom is wrapped around it.

Sang Yuan opened the door, there was no hijab on the tray, he was relieved, and walked out under Qi Ning'an's obviously surprised eyes.

He put his hand in the one that Qi Ning'an handed over, extremely quiet and obedient, and he was taken all the way to the place of worship by him.

Countless villagers were watching, saying unrepeated auspicious words. Sang Yuan turned his head to look, and the joy on their faces seemed to have never dissipated since he first came.

Yi Rou and Changqing didn't come here, as expected, they didn't see Chang Qingniang and Ji Yan.

Since the wedding is said to be completed tonight, of course there can be no accidents.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Sang Yuan followed him and bowed to the outside world.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

Sang Yuan looked up and saw two blank tablets on the high table.

"Bye husband and wife!"

Sang Yuan didn't move.

The congratulations around stopped for a moment, and did not continue until Qi Ningan spoke from the opposite side.

Qi Ning'an stared at him, the smile on his face didn't fade away, but his voice was a little bit aggrieved: "Stop losing your temper, what's the matter, we can talk about it after the worship."

"Husband and wife pray to each other!" Someone's voice was louder.

Ke Sangyuan still didn't move.

"Qi Ning'an." He stood firmly on the spot, his brows and eyes were picturesque, and his beauty was indescribably beautiful.

He said: "My Taoist companion is the sword lord Qi Ning'an."

The whole world seemed to tremble for a moment, but Sang Yuan bowed down without waiting for the person opposite to react after saying this. When he reacted and subconsciously bowed down, the whole wedding process was over.

Husband and wife prayed to each other, they seemed to be finished, but also seemed not to be finished.

All the villagers disappeared at some point, as if they had come specially to witness their wedding.

Sang Yuan was led back by him again, and the two of them went back to the wooden house in silence, and only after he sat on the uncomfortable bed did Qi Ning'an stand in front of him and look at him steadily.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, the softness in his brows and eyes was a little less.

Sang Yuan swept away the red dates and other things that were in the way, and immediately untied the silver hair band, and the black hair poured down like a waterfall, and a few strands fell on his cheeks, making his beautiful face a little more seductive. Human innocence.

"Because I was in a hurry," he said.

Qi Ning'an didn't seem to expect him to say that, he was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to ask about the accident he caused during the worship hall.Immediately, she couldn't help but walked over, approaching him uncontrollably.

"Come here." Sang Yuanyou didn't think it was enough, a thin mist covered her peach blossom eyes, adding a bit of hazy beauty.

The two were getting closer and closer, the clear breath of grass and trees lingered on the tip of Qi Ning'an's nose, Sang Yuan suddenly grabbed his collar, and then pulled it violently, a burst of softness brushed his cheeks, and his whole body was pressed on the bed .

During the movement, he could see a faint white under the other party's skirt.

"You are mine now." Sang Yuan sat on his lap, leaned over, her black hair fell on his face, a little itchy, "A spring night is worth a thousand dollars, Qi Ning'an, what are you going to do?"