Chapter 314: The road ahead is long, but we will meet again
There is a drop of dried tea stain in the lower right corner of the letter paper, as if the writer paused for a long time while writing the letter.
Small text on the back: There are thirty jars of Drunken Immortal Wine buried in the kitchen cellar. When the new leader takes the throne, please treat everyone to a drink on my behalf.
Another year has passed.
Today, in front of the gate of the Shadow Moon Sect, the nine-tiered jade steps reflect the morning glow, and every day, monks from all directions come from far and wide to make pilgrimages.
The thirty-six newly erected sword tablets on both sides of the mountain path are engraved with the names of monks who have died in the Blood Netherworld Disaster over the past three hundred years.
On the top of the black ice sword monument pointing straight to the sky, the three words "Chen Cang Xuan" were emitting a faint golden light in the morning light.
Gao Huohuo, wearing the feather robe of the leader, stood in front of the sword monument, and his fingertips touched the faint purple light on the inscription.
When she was carving her master's deeds on the "Asking Heaven Tablet", three purple lightnings suddenly descended from the sky.
The way of heaven also affirms Shen Cangxuan's efforts and sacrifices for this world.
"Master has contributed so much to this world and shouldn't remain unknown."
It was after that day that "Cang Xuan Ji" spread throughout Kyushu.
When storytellers in teahouses beat the wake-up stick, they always start with the line "Let's talk about how Master Shen used his heart meridian to cultivate mantras for three hundred years";
The children's songs that they sang while dancing on the grid included "The general's bones are on the top of the city wall, and the saint's soul is at the foot of the shadow-moon mountain."
Even in the most remote taverns, drunks would smash their wine bowls and shout, "Cheers to Master Chen!"
Little did they know that the turbid wine in their cups was just like the fine wine that Shen Cangxuan drank alone in the Sutra Library back then.
"The world finally knows your dedication."
Gao Huohuo looked at the Ancestral Hall which was bustling with incense and chuckled softly. Suddenly, the copper bells on the eaves were blown by the mountain wind and rang sharply.
She suddenly turned around and seemed to see the figure in frosted white clothes standing under the ginkgo tree, nodding slightly to her.
At this time, in the Shadow Moon Sect, red silk filled the sky and fairy music was ethereal.
Since the pacification of the Three Realms, there has never been such a grand event.
Gao Huohuo and Zhong Hanshang got married, and the demon clan, monster clan, and human clan all sent envoys to congratulate them.
At the mountain gate, the demon clan's young leader Feng Lan, despite his injuries still not healed, still personally brought a box of thousand-year-old spiritual essence;
Manman even brought the Mandragora Flower Fairy to personally set up the scene.
The demon clan's Shadow and Mei took off their armor and put on black robes. Behind them were several demon generals, carrying rare treasures from the depths of the Demon Abyss.
Even the secluded sects that have always avoided the world have appeared and sent gifts.
This is the first real prosperous era after the catastrophe of the Three Realms.
The nine thousand jade steps of Xuantian Sect are covered with gilded red silk, winding from the mountain gate to the altar of heaven, like a leaping red dragon.
The spiritual cranes of the seventy-two peaks cried in unison, and thousands of monks came flying on their swords. The clouds were filled with the radiance of magical instruments.
Gao Huohuo stood in the clouds wearing a gilded wedding dress, and thousands of star patterns on the hem of her skirt flickered with her breathing.
That was the "Tianhe Sand" that Zhong Hanshang had searched all over the Nine Netherworlds. Every grain of it reflected his three hundred days and nights of sword cultivation.
When she raised her eyes to look towards the end of the red carpet, the pearl curtain hanging from the phoenix hairpin in her hair swayed gently, revealing a hint of blush at the corners of her eyes.
Zhong Hanshang was standing under the sycamore tree ten feet away.
She was wearing a black wedding dress with gold patterns, with picturesque features, and standing with a sword in hand.
The sword energy around him was restrained, but it still couldn't conceal his awe-inspiring demeanor.
The dark pattern of the soul-devouring beast embroidered with gold thread on the black wedding dress glowed slightly. It was the blessing of the demon clan left by his mother, Princess Shu.
Seeing Gao Huohuo looking at him, the usually stern sword master actually let go of the hilt of his sword in a panic.
"Nervous?" The Red-Eyed Demon King suddenly leaned closer and playfully poked the tip of his burning ear.
Zhong Hanshang tightened his jaw: "I never did this when I killed Xue Ming..."
Before he could finish his words, Gao Huohuo suddenly ran towards him with her skirt lifted up, and golden lotus flowers bloomed at her feet.
The oaths of union that he had practiced thousands of times collapsed in an instant, and he subconsciously opened his arms to catch Xingchen who jumped into his arms.
"Where are your shoes?" He frowned and held her cold feet.
Gao Huohuo buried his face in his chest and laughed: "It's more comfortable to step on the golden lotus transformed by your sword energy than to wear shoes."
The golden light of blessing from heaven descended at this moment.
The sky suddenly brightened, and a brilliant golden light broke through the clouds and enveloped the two of them!
"This is..." The cultivators below the stage were in an uproar.
Li Qingde stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips: "Heaven's blessing, a sign of ascension."
In the golden light, Gao Huohuo and Zhong Hanshang smiled at each other, holding hands tightly.
In the bright beam of light, Zhong Hanshang's slender fingers suddenly grabbed Gao Huohuo's chin, and his fingertips stroked her lips.
His eyes were filled with suppressed anger: "A year ago in Luoxia City, you said you would tell me in person when we get married..."
"Tell you what?"
Gao Huohuo's eyes flickered, and she deliberately turned her head to avoid his breath, but his other hand firmly grasped her waist.
The star pattern on the wedding dress flickered with her disordered breathing, casting tiny spots of light between the two of them.
Zhong Hanshang chuckled softly, his thin lips brushing against her sensitive earlobe: "Playing dumb?"
The warm breath made Gao Huohuo tremble all over, and he almost crushed the Hehuan Bell hidden in his sleeve.
The Red-Eyed Demon King's undisguised booing could be heard from the audience.
"Don't..." She pushed him away with a red face, but her palms honestly grasped the fabric of his chest.
As the gilded wedding dress and the black wedding gown entangled, she suddenly tiptoed close to his Adam's apple.
"Zhong Hanshang, my memory has returned."
These words seemed to unlock some kind of seal. Zhong Hanshang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sword energy around him went out of control, shattering the clouds within a radius of ten feet.
He suddenly pressed the person into his arms, his voice hoarse: "When?"
"After destroying Xue Ming."
The monks below the stage saw the figures in the golden light suddenly overlap, and Gao Huohuo was pushed in front of the Heavenly Dao Monument and kissed deeply.
The pearl curtain that fell from the phoenix hairpin in her hair was entangled with the sword energy, creating ripples on the sea of clouds.
The voice of heaven resounds:
"Gao Huohuo and Zhong Hanshang, you have quelled the chaos in the Three Realms and have done immeasurable merits. Now I grant you the opportunity to ascend. In three days, the gates of heaven will open."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked and then broke into thunderous cheers.
The Blood Demon Association's president, Chi Tong, clapped his hands and laughed, "Great! My demon clan can finally drink a glass of immortal wedding wine in peace!"
The demon shadow nodded slightly, revealing a rare smile: "If Princess Shu were here, she would definitely be pleased."
Gao Huohuo turned to look at Shen Cangxuan's yard, his eyes slightly red:
"Master...this prosperous age will eventually be as you wish."
The afterglow of the couple-matching ceremony had not yet faded, but Gao Huohuo had already taken off her luxurious wedding dress and put on a plain white robe of the leader of the sect, standing in front of the ancestral hall of the Shadow Moon Sect.
Outside the hall, ginkgo trees rustled and fallen leaves fluttered like golden rain.
Eight senior brothers and sisters stood neatly at the foot of the stone steps, each with a sword tassel with a red flame pattern pinned on their robes.
That was the one Gao Huohuo clumsily made for each of them when he first joined the sect.
"Big Brother." She placed the sect leader's seal solemnly on Chu Lingchuan's palm, and lightly touched the crack on the seal with her fingertips.
"Here are the marks of Master's sword that blocked the heavenly calamity. Don't be like me and always use it to crack walnuts."
Chu Lingchuan's eyes were red as he laughed and scolded: "Junior sister, you are still so poor even after becoming an immortal king." But he clenched the master's seal until his knuckles turned white.
The second senior brother suddenly stuffed a bulging storage bag into the bag.
"There are no spiritual chicken legs in our back mountain in the upper realm, so I pickled three hundred jars for you."
A piece of lotus leaf was exposed at the mouth of the bag, and it was wrapped in the same way he often used when he helped her steal the spiritual chicken.
The third senior sister silently tied a new sword tassel for her, but deliberately left a crooked knot at the end of the tassel.
"When you ascend, you'll see who will clean up this mess for you."
Before he finished speaking, a tear fell on their clasped hands.
Gao Huohuo embraced each of his senior brothers and sisters one by one, and left a jade slip for each of his fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh senior brothers and sisters.
It contains some of her wonderful ideas for them on refining weapons, making talismans, formations and alchemy.
Finally, he looked at Lou Chongxiao and warned, "Eighth Senior Brother, don't be the last one up again!"
Melodious fairy music came from the sky, and golden light penetrated the clouds.
Gao Huohuo and Zhong Hanshang walked up the clouds hand in hand. Looking back, they could see the mountains and rivers of the three realms.
"I'll wait for you in the upper realm!" Her figure gradually became transparent.
The road ahead is long, but we will meet again.
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