Chapter 1623 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 33
The wooden door to the guest room creaked open a second time, and Jiang Xuanfeng emerged.
Before Lao Song went to Meixian, he specifically instructed him to take good care of these talented younger generation members.
I need to get in touch with Xiao Song as soon as possible to put my mind at ease.
We cannot let Ma Chengliang and the others take this risk.
Jiang Xuanfeng had a plan in mind, but not long after stepping out of the house, he was attracted by a strong demonic aura.
The demon-slaying sword at his waist trembled violently as a warning.
My feet unconsciously turned around.
"Jiang Xuanfeng, why are you only arriving now!"
A familiar female voice came from not far away, sounding both resentful and sobbing.
Jiang Xuanfeng paused, utterly astonished, and said with exasperation, "It's one thing that you didn't reincarnate, but how come you're still entangled with demons!"
The woman, dressed in purple, covered her face and wept, saying tearfully, "I just can't bear to part with you~"
Jiang Xuanfeng sneered, unmoved, and said, "Nonsense! You are merely reluctant to reincarnate and cling to the mortal realm!"
"All my previous efforts to help you pass on to the afterlife and send you to the next cycle of reincarnation have been in vain, yet you are so ungrateful!"
"This old Taoist priest will personally finish you off today! To prevent you from committing evil deeds and causing havoc on the world in the future!"
After delivering his impassioned speech, Jiang Xuanfeng's demon-slaying sword spun in the air before landing, where he caught it steadily.
His agile figure was in no way inferior to that of a young man; he leaped up and headed straight for the female ghost's vital point.
The sword light reflected off his upright and resolute eyes, aiming to annihilate the female ghost!
The scene finally freezes on Jiang Xuanfeng, who is holding his sword with a flourish, tucked it into his waistband, calmly taking out a talisman from his sleeve and tossing it to the ground while muttering incantations.
"This old Taoist priest is upright and righteous. How dare you, a wicked demon, use sweet words to try and destroy my Taoist heart? Your intentions are despicable!"
"You cannot be allowed to live!"
...
The cold moon hangs on the branches.
The third figure to emerge was Yang Xiuying.
A wisp of mist drifted in from who-knows-where.
Yang Xiuying subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face, but when she put it down, the surrounding scene had changed.
Joy and happiness approached from afar through the misty white fog.
In the blink of an eye, the bridal sedan chair stopped in front of her.
A middle-aged man with white powder on his face walked up to her, bowed respectfully, and said, "Please, bride, get into the sedan chair."
Yang Xiuying could tell at a glance that he was not human, and she reached out to draw her sword and stab the monster!
They ended up empty-handed.
She looked down and was astonished.
She had changed into wedding attire at some point.
On her unseen face, she too was covered in white powder, just like the middle-aged man, except that her cheeks were painted with bright red rouge, round patches of it.
Absurd and bizarre.
Ha, she wanted to see what the other party was really up to.
As soon as the bride got into the bridal sedan chair, the music became even more joyful.
The cold moon shines on the branches.
Yang Xiuying was already sitting on the wedding bed.
The groom brought over two cups of wine, his handsome but pale face beaming with joy. "My wife, please drink the nuptial wine."
Yang Xiuying frowned, about to refuse, but found her hand unconsciously reaching for the wine glass and hooking her arm around the other person's, and they finished drinking the nuptial wine.
The bed curtains were drawn, and the two lay down.
As dawn broke, she dressed as a married woman and began to live happily with her groom.
They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
There are chickens, ducks and geese in the yard, and a dog is tied up at the gate.
The groom became a well-known good husband, and she became a virtuous and considerate wife.
No! That's not how it works!
Once this thought arose, the resistance that had never been abandoned deep within me surged forth.
The cold moon is already shining among the branches.
The cozy little courtyard was instantly turned into a dilapidated mess.
Her gentle and considerate husband also became repulsive.
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