It would be fine if she was a child, but now Nangong Rou has reached the age of plum blossoms, and she is still like a little girl? Especially the scene where Nangong Rou forcefully kisses Jiang Zhige is really shocking.

Inside the Zhengyang Palace, hundreds of powerful men were silent. No one spoke a word about Nangong Rou's past, for fear of angering her.

To be honest, Nangong Rou’s overjoyed look as she hugged Jiang Zhige in the picture made her look like a female loser who had caught the attention of her male idol.

However, this girl is Fairy Nangong, one of the ten most beautiful women in heaven.

Qu Yun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with chilling murderous intent.

At this moment, he was like a volcano about to erupt, with spiritual power overflowing from his body, and he could hardly suppress the restless spiritual power.

"Jiang Zhige! I swear to kill you!"

Qu Yun did not blame Nangong Rou, but instead directed all his anger towards Jiang Zhige.

Now, as long as he is given a legitimate reason, no matter how ridiculous it is, he will take the opportunity to kill Jiang Zhige and stop the memory scene from continuing to display.

Unfortunately, a day and a half had passed since the memory was played, and Qu Yun still couldn't find any major faults with Jiang Zhige's life.

In the picture of light and shadow, a month passed.

During this period of time, Jiang Zhige was a little uncomfortable at first, but after a while he got used to staying with Nangong Rou as a Taoist partner.

Enjoying the scenery together, strolling around the market together, occasionally kissing and holding hands, this is what we call intimacy.

The most important thing is that the two elders never disturbed their love, as if they tacitly approved of the relationship between Nangong Rou and Jiang Zhige.

Everything went too smoothly, and Jiang Zhige often wondered if what he was experiencing was just a dream.

Until one day, Jiang Zhige saw a group of people wearing blood-red armor coming towards Zixiao City on the western skyline.

The team was so powerful, like a dark cloud pressing down on his head, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

After a while, the team came straight to the sky above the Nangong direct stone platform. Two blood-robed monks walked out of the team and happened to land next to Jiang Zhige.

Walking in front was an old man with a sturdy build and white eyebrows with a murderous look in his brows.

Following behind was a skinny young man with cinnabar on his lips and dressed like a woman.

Both of them exuded a strange aura that gave people goose bumps.

The old man with white eyebrows walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, ignoring Jiang Zhige.

The skinny young man looked at Jiang Zhige, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps because he had just arrived, he did not really take action. He bypassed Jiang Zhige and followed the white-browed old man.

Jiang Zhige's heart sank slightly. He and the skinny young man had just met for the first time. How could he have the intention to kill him? This group of blood-robed monks obviously came with bad intentions, and no one knew why they came to Zixiao Tiancheng.

"It's better to improve your cultivation as soon as possible."

Jiang Zhige sighed softly. The white-browed old man's aura was no less than Nangong Zhen's, and his cultivation was at least at the Wanxiang Realm. It was useless for him, who was only at the Dao Seed Realm, to think more.

After Jiang Zhige left, the skinny young man no longer concealed his murderous intent and said in a cold voice: "Uncle Yuan, can I kill that guy?"

"Why?"

The white-browed old man's expression remained unchanged, as if he was already accustomed to this.

"That face doesn't belong on him."

The skinny young man licked his bright red lips, and the murderous intent in his body was almost solidified.

"When you see Nangong Zhen later, ask him about his identity. If he is not an important person, you can do whatever you want with him."

The old man with white eyebrows felt helpless. He was jealous of the appearance of others and wanted to kill them. The skinny young man was even more cruel than him.

"Uncle Yuan, is the Nangong family worthy of your caution?"

"After all, Nangong Zhen has the Wanxiang realm cultivation, and there are several strong people in the clan. This time, try to take away only the people you want, and don't make too much noise."

The white-browed old man was not afraid, but there was no need to turn against the Nangong family for this.

It was evening, Jiang Zhige was sitting cross-legged in the room practicing, Nangong Rou suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Rou'er, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly. He could obviously sense that Nangong Rou was in a bad mood.

Thinking of the group of blood-robed monks during the day, Jiang Zhige suddenly had a bad feeling.

Nangong Rou shook her head and forced a smile, "Nothing, Brother Zhi Ge, can you accompany me to Yunding Mountain?"

"That's fine."

Jiang Zhige was quite helpless. He had to stay with Nangong Rou every day recently, which left him with almost no time to practice properly.

Although he could not concentrate on cultivation like before, Jiang Zhige would never refuse Nangong Rou. Otherwise, why would he work so hard to cultivate?

Yunding Mountain is the first peak of Zixiao City. It literally means the top of the clouds. Standing on the top of the mountain, what you see is not the mundane world, but the clouds and the rising sun, which seems like a fairyland.

Soon after, the two walked hand in hand to the top of Genting Mountain. The clouds were above their knees, but they could still touch the ground with their feet and overlook the world and the sunset.

Nangong Rou was speechless for a moment as she admired the magnificent scenery.

Jiang Zhige did not disturb her and just stared at Nangong Rou's beautiful profile silently.

To him, the sunset was indeed gorgeous, but it was not even one-tenth as beautiful as Nangong Rou's.

The two were silent for a long time. Nangong Rou suddenly sighed and asked slowly, "Brother Zhige, what would you do if I married someone else one day?"

Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard this. It seemed that he had not seriously considered this issue.

The time he spent with Nangong Rou was very happy and fulfilling, but things are unpredictable. Can he guarantee that he can marry Nangong Rou?

Putting aside other factors, Nangong Town is a big problem.

Jiang Zhige felt bitter in his heart and said helplessly: "Rou'er, why do you ask this?"

He also wanted to maintain his life as it is, but he was only at the Dao Seed level, and things wouldn't necessarily be possible as he wished.

Nangong Rou's eyes were filled with tears, and she said in a trembling voice: "Answer me"

The happier she felt, the more she feared that Jiang Zhige would leave her, even if that time was ten, a hundred, or even a thousand or ten thousand years later.

"Fate, fate, sometimes arises, sometimes disperses, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. One part of fate is with you, one part is with me, three parts are in the sky, and the remaining five parts are invisible and intangible."

"For me, fate means I am lucky if I get it, but I am doomed if I lose it."

"Even if we are inseparable, perhaps you will find a better choice than me. I was just lucky enough to stay by your side for a few more years when you needed support the most. I am already humbled by your calling me brother a few more times."