Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

On the night of July [-]th, Xie Qiushi, head of Wuling, got married.

The wedding invitations were scattered all over the mountains overnight like pieces of paper, and the head of Xie himself didn't have much thought about making a real wedding, not because he didn't like it, but because the whole family really didn't have the time to make such a fuss.

"Have you found anything?" He crossed his arms and asked Cen Qihe in front of Tianya Cave.

Cen Qihe took out a letter from his sleeve and shook it: "As you expected, several men from Taoyuan Village disappeared three days ago. Besides, Sheng Yingying, a famous prostitute from Dongling, disappeared on the way to the Fox Immortal Temple." His whereabouts are still unknown."

Xie Qiushi said "Oh" and nodded: "If you question the villagers carefully, maybe you can learn something."

Cen Qihe said: "Naturally. I've already ordered you to go down." After speaking, he smiled and asked: "Sect Master Xie, aren't you busy preparing for the marriage?"

Xie Qiushi waved his hand, glared at him and said, "Why, you also think I'm impatient?"

"It's a matter of time between you and Xianjun." Cen Qihe shook his fan, "It's not a bad thing to do the show all at once, and it happens that I, Wuling, can also have an extra backer."

Sect Leader Xie laughed angrily at him: "Your Sect Leader Shi Daxian is the strongest backer in the whole world, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, what are you talking about!"

"Husband and wife are of the same body." Cen Qihe looked at him, blinking his eyes, "If you are polite to Xianjun, then you don't regard Master Xie as your own family."

Xie Qiushi was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "You boy, you are getting more and more glib, why? I learned from you, Master Xie? You are filial, call Master to listen."

Cen Qihe's face froze slightly.

Xie Qiushi reacted immediately, shook his head and said: "It's wrong, it's right to call him master, it's a generation behind."

All the way without a word, Cen Qihe led Master Xie all the way to Chaoyang Slope.

After crossing the mountain gate and going up [-] steps, there is a large hall with carved beams and painted buildings. There are four gold-plated characters on the gate of the hall saying: "Golden Wu Luohui".

Xie Qiushi rubbed his chin, squinted at Cen Qihe: "Golden Crow Hall?"

Cen Qihe nodded, his face straightened a lot, he paused step by step, and climbed up the stairs.

Master Xie hesitated for a moment, then followed.

It is rumored that Wuling Xianjun does things freely, comes and goes freely, from spells to dressing preferences, he takes a light and agile way, so Wuling also follows, informal, white clothes fluttering, buildings are mostly pavilions and waterside pavilions , such a graceful and solemn palace is the only one here.

Xie Qiushi felt his scalp tingling when he saw this solemn and quiet place, not to mention that there are tablets of the heads of Wuling in the past in the Golden Crow Hall. Lazy and dislikes rules, so he never walked up the steps, let alone entered the palace.

"Hey, hey, I'm so tired." Master Xie rubbed his waist exaggeratedly and moaned, "Little Cen, what's the matter, my old man is no younger than you, take two steps, hey... "

Cen Qihe smiled and saw that he was stumbling around, but he really reached out to meddle with him, Xie Qiushi groped to lean on his shoulder, and he quickly slapped him horizontally: "I don't want to offend Xianjun Yan yet."

Xie Qiushi's face turned red and green at once, and he stomped around with one foot and the other, walking like a grasshopper with a broken hind leg in just a few steps.

The two quarreled all the way until the entrance of the Golden Crow Hall, and the mountain was restored to tranquility.

With the rustling of the wind, Xie Qiushi inexplicably felt his heart beating a little faster, so he quickened his pace and walked forward, and stopped in front of the palace gate.

"When you took over as head, you were supposed to come to the Golden Crow Hall to perform the succession ceremony, but...something went wrong later, and it was delayed until now."

Xie Qiushi smiled without saying a word, and thought, "I'm afraid even if nothing goes wrong, you wouldn't call me over then."

Cen Qihe glanced at him, then looked away, and continued: "The head of Wuling keeps his promises. Since you said that there is a happy event today, you can't pretend that you didn't say it—the wedding banquet is really rushed. Let's make it up." But it doesn't matter if you head the ceremony."

Headmaster Xie smiled "puchi", clapped his hands and said, "What a Cen Qihe! Even if I didn't make such a fuss, you would use this as an excuse to keep the five sects behind, right? You are worthy of being my grandson. It just works."

"It can't be compared to Xie Sect Leader to shock the world." Cen Qihe raised his lips slightly, nodded modestly and politely, then turned around and pulled up the copper ring on the palace door, and knocked lightly twice.

The sound of the copper ring touching the door was thick and dull, echoing around the beams, biting once and then spread far away, and then, after a long "squeak——", the two heavy doors were slowly pushed open, and the middle of the door was not seen. Smell the fragrance of peach blossom first.

Xie Qiushi was slightly taken aback.

I saw cigarette smoke curling up from the copper stove in front of the hall, and the bronze cranes and stone lions on both sides are Zhuang Liya.The gate of the main hall is closed, and around the main hall, there are bamboos, plums, orchids, and a number of stone tables and chairs.

"Here comes the head!" Fu Qingfeng said with a smile while holding a wine cup, "Go get the head and leave me alone!"

Sitting directly in front of him was Lu Xueshan. Dongzhu Lu's cheeks were flushed, and he was obviously drunk. He was holding a jade flute in both hands, shaking his head and playing it. Festive meaning.

"Hey." Xie Qiushi twitched the tip of his nose, and praised with a thumbs up, "Pinxiangyuan taste! Good taste!"

Fu Qingfeng took the chopsticks and ordered the plate from a distance, and said: "Didn't you tell Master that you like this, so I sent someone to invite their chef, this plate of 'Eight Treasure Chicken' is really well done."

Xie Qiushi was so moved that tears filled his eyes. He rolled up his sleeves and sat down at the table. His eyes rolled quickly: "Where's the fish? Is there any fish? Squirrel perch? Sweet and sour osmanthus carp? Pickled white shredded plum?"

An unfamiliar disciple immediately put two large white basins in front of him, and said with a smile while putting them on: "Master Fu, don't play tricks when the sect master comes, Junior Brother Lu is already playing the flute, your nostrils are drinking 'Woolen cloth?"

Fu Qingfeng shook his head again and again, and asked for help: "Brother Cen! Come and help me drink!"

Naturally, the jade-faced scholar didn't know how to "drink with nostrils". Cen Qihe took a few steps back and asked, "What's going on? I asked you to prepare, why did you start eating by yourself first?"

"That's not what Peak Lord Fu told us," another disciple pointed at Fu Qingfeng with a smile, "He said that the master doesn't like everyone to see outsiders."

Xie Qiushi was busy eating the perch he hadn't eaten for a long time, his lips were covered with sweet and sour sauce, his lips were full of red, he raised his head and said with a vague smile: "No, what's the matter, invite me to eat more 'fanshi vulgar food'. I'm happy, none of them can escape the fate of becoming a god and becoming a fairy..."

Cen Qihe couldn't see him talking nonsense, so he took out a veil and covered his mouth, Xie Qiushi used the veil to wipe off the sticky sugar juice on his lips, and heard a low and hoarse voice rushing in his ear: " Why did you use so much force? Did it hurt?"

Xie Qiushi raised his head, facing Yu Dailan's face, his face paled in shock: "Huh???"

Yu Dailan turned her face away in embarrassment, took off her robe, and put it on Master Xie's body: "At night, it's cold in the night, you alone...be careful you're cold."

Xie Qiushi: "Huh???"

He turned his head to look at Fu Qingfeng and Cen Qihe, only to see that the two brothers were leaning together and laughing.

"What else?" Xie Qiushi said, "Have you been poisoned by something?"

"Why, how could it be." Yu Dailan still tilted her head, not looking at him, "It's you, you, why did you hide the fact that you are a woman, and caused me to be rough on you several times, really... really..."

Master Yu buried his head into the big palm covered with sword cocoons as he spoke, looking like he was about to cry.

Xie Qiushi opened his mouth wide, feeling like his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

"When Dailan heard that you were going to marry the fairy king, she decided that you were a daughter." Fu Qingfeng whispered in his ear, "Don't tell him, if you tell him you won't be sure, you will become angry from embarrassment. First let He will struggle on his own."

Master Xie still didn't close his mouth, only listening to Yu Dailan talking to himself, as if muffled: "You are so beautiful, I should have found out earlier, Senior Brother Cen and Senior Brother Fu must have known about it long ago, but they just deliberately hid it from me, wanting to see me Make a fool of yourself..."

Xie Qiushi stared at him for a long time, but finally couldn't help laughing. Halfway through the laugh, he felt that something was wrong. He dragged Fu Qingfeng and asked, "Who told you that I want to marry Yan Chicheng?"

Fu Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any other fairy?"

Xie Qiushi's eyelids twitched: "It is clear that there is no one in the head of your house, condescending to marry him..."

"Marry who?"

With a sound of "suggestion", the main hall door was pushed open by "Zhi Ya", and a person stepped on the moonlight and tree shadows, and came slowly like a man descending from heaven.

Head Xie was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Yan Chicheng?"

I saw Yan Xianjun's red clothes like fire, his black eyes like lacquer, like a cluster of lit ink clouds, striding across the threshold.

His robes were strong, his eyebrows were sharp, his whole body was like a blood-stained spear, wrapped in an unattainable determination, and suddenly he was short under his red boots.

Xianjun raised his eyebrows lightly, lowered his eyes and repeated what he said just now, but there was a little more smile in his voice: "Who will you marry?"

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