Xihe and Fang Qinglin returned to the front yard. The leaders of the four major sects and Master Jing'an were in the reception room, while the disciples followed the disciples of Piaomiao Sect to restore the damaged tables, chairs, houses, and walls. The wedding hall was in a mess.
Seeing them, the disciples of several major sects couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, the wedding banquet was ruined by them.
The two of them just glanced at each other and walked towards the reception room. Before they entered, they heard Master Jing'an loudly accusing the leaders of the four major sects. They were criticized so badly that their faces turned red.
"My Piao Miao Sect suffered losses, and my disciple's wedding was ruined, and you just use the word 'conspiracy' to think...why are you here?"
Seeing them come in, Master Jing'an frowned and said, "This has nothing to do with you two. It's a happy day, so just do what you need to do!"
The head of the Lingxiao Sect also hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, nephew Qinglin, please take your wife back to the bridal chamber quickly. We elders are here."
Fang Qinglin bowed to the Lingxiao Sect's headmaster and said, "Master, Master, my junior sister and I have found some disciples of the Demon Sect at the foot of the mountain. We have disabled them and ordered them to follow Wan Yanfei. Perhaps we can find the Demon Sect's stronghold."
Master Jing'an said solemnly, "I understand. I will have my disciples bring them back."
Zong Nanfan also nodded. This chaos was caused by the Demon Cult. Attacking the Demon Cult was urgent. They would thoroughly interrogate these Demon Cult disciples and send people to continue to monitor Wan Yanfei's whereabouts.
However, he and the nun and others can handle these matters themselves, so there is no need for the two of them.
Xihe and the other man bowed respectfully and turned to leave.
As I walked out of the reception room, a breeze blew towards me. The misty mountains were covered with brilliant clouds, and the scenery was pleasant.
Xihe turned to look at Fang Qinglin. The two looked at each other, and smiles slowly appeared in their eyes.
They were still wearing wedding clothes, and the bright red clothes were made even more beautiful by the sunset. The cumbersome gold hairpins had disappeared, their long black hair was flying in the wind, and their smiling eyes were shining.
Fang Qinglin held Xihe's hand: "Junior sister, let's go."
Xihe squeezed his hand tightly: "Yeah."
The fight in the afternoon did not affect the backyard, so Xihe took Fang Qinglin to the bridal chamber.
The bridal chamber was decorated very festively. Peanuts and longans, symbolizing many children and good fortune, were scattered on the bed. The word "囍" was pasted on the window, and wedding wine and two cups were placed on the table.
Fang Qinglin became stiff as soon as he entered the room and sat on the stool, not daring to move.
Xihe hung the sword on the wall, turned around and sat down beside him. Seeing the wine, he poured two glasses, picked up one, handed the other over, and looked at him with a smile.
Fang Qinglin: "..."
The fingers on his knees curled up, and he took the cup after a while.
The two men moved closer, intertwined their arms, looked into each other's eyes, and slowly drank the wine.
Being so close, he could see every subtle expression on the other person's face clearly. Seeing the blush gradually spreading from Fang Qinglin's neck to his face, Xihe couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling particularly gloating.
Fang Qinglin: "..."
He silently placed their wine glasses on the table.
While she was smiling happily, he stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms.
Xihe:!!!
She stared at him with wide eyes in surprise.
Fang Qinglin's face was still slightly red as he gradually tightened his arms: "Junior sister."
The aftertaste is very long, indescribably clear and moving.
Xihe's face flushed instantly, and she felt like making a move. This guy...
Fang Qinglin: "Junior sister, would you like some food? You've been up so early this morning and were interrupted by the Demon Cult at noon, so you must be hungry."
Xihe had a series of questions in his mind. Is that it?
She thought the atmosphere was just right and he was about to say or do something.
But after he said that, the neglected feeling of hunger instantly came out, and my stomach growled: "Yes!"
After finishing their meal, the sky had already darkened. The servant brought hot water, and after a quick wash, the two of them emerged from the back room...
Two red candles were burning on the table, and there was a noise coming from the front yard. Because they wanted to discuss the plan to attack the Demon Sect, people from the five major sects all stayed at Piaomiao Gate. With so many people, they would naturally compete with each other and make all kinds of noise.
Xihe looked in the bronze mirror and carefully wiped her hair with cotton cloth, absorbing the moisture bit by bit.
She had changed out of her wedding gown and was wearing a thin red dress. Her long black satin hair was held in her snow-white hands, which made her skin look even whiter than snow and her beauty was astonishing.
She put down the handkerchief, her long hair draped softly behind her, and turned to look at Fang Qinglin.
Fang Qinglin blushed again, and he bent forward to pick her up. Xihe smiled and put her arms around his neck, walking towards the bed...
For several days in a row, the two of them were inseparable. After breakfast, they went to the back mountain to practice sword. Under the rosy glow of the sunset, they looked at each other lovingly from time to time. It was obvious at a glance that they had a very good relationship.
Just as Xihe imagined, Fang Qinglin was a gentleman, dignified and gentle.
Like a slowly flowing clear stream, it moistens everything around you silently. Even when it is difficult to control yourself, you just purse your lips and endure it, with beads of sweat dripping from your forehead.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Madam."
Xihe trembled and gave him a few claws.
The combination of Zhengyang Gongfa and Taiyin Zhenjing can bring you supreme magical power.
Xihe named this technique "The Art of Ascension to Immortality".
"The Ascension Technique is extremely exquisite and is much better than the Zhengyang Kung Fu. Junior sister, are you really going to give it to me?" Fang Qinglin flipped through the Kung Fu technique, feeling a little bit unbelievable.
"Junior sister, do you know how powerful this technique is? If it were to be used in the martial arts world, it would definitely shock the martial arts world, the government, and the people."
Fang Qinglin was very touched that his junior sister gave him such a mysterious secret book, but he still hoped that she would consider it carefully.
"I gave it to you precisely because it's so powerful. Otherwise, why would I have spent so much effort to steal the Zhengyang Kung Fu? It's so that you can be invincible and protect me and our future children."
The woman laughed and teased her husband as usual.
Fang Qinglin was stunned, but when he saw that she didn't care at all and was willing to tease him, he felt relieved.
"Then Qinglin would like to thank Junior Sister."
Since his junior sister is so willing, why not just accept it? Just like his junior sister said, once he becomes a martial artist, he can protect her and the child.
I couldn't help but hug the person in my arms tightly.
Xihe narrowed her eyes. She was also practicing the Immortal Ascension Technique, a technique so profound that it could reach the same level of immortal cultivation without cultivating spiritual roots. However, it wasn't an immortal technique, so she couldn't use magic. So, it looked similar to a physical cultivation technique.
"Although this method is a fairy secret, it is not a true fairy method. My husband, don't expect too much."
"For example, ascending to heaven in broad daylight, moving mountains and filling the sea, it's faster to dream."
Fang Qinglin couldn't help laughing as he listened, pinching the soft flesh on her waist. "Do you think I'm such an arrogant person? I only wish to be with my junior sister forever in this life, and never be separated."
Xihe laughed and hid in his arms: "Itchy~"
So from that day on, the two of them practiced sword fighting, and in addition to practicing, they also practiced the art of becoming immortals.
When a disciple came back with the news that he had followed Wan Yanfei and found the lair of the Demon Cult, the two of them had already cultivated to the second level of the martial arts, and could fly leaves and pick flowers to hurt people, and their lightness skills were as smooth as flowing water.
(End of this chapter)
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