Chapter 2142 Succession Ceremony

The person coming is none other than Ning Bugui!

He still looked lazy as before.

"How is it? Is the injury feeling better?" Wu Ci smiled and asked.

"Well, fortunately, Shennong Hu helped me heal my injuries. I have maintained my foundation in the past six months. After a few more years of cultivation, I should be able to return to my former self."

As Ning Bugui spoke, he took off a wine gourd from the cow's back and took a sip.

"You want some too?"

"No."

Wu Ci smiled and waved his hand: "The succession ceremony is about to be held, how can I have the leisure to drink elegantly? , come and have a drink with Brother Tao after the ceremony is over.”

“That’s right.”

Ning Bugui put the wine gourd back and said with a smile: "Liang Yan is just a hands-off shopkeeper. You have to come forward for big and small things in Wushuang City, but he has gone into hiding."

"That's not true. Put it this way, He is the city lord now, and it is my duty to share the city lord's worries."

"With such a city lord, you will have to worry about it in the future!" Ning Bugui laughed and raised his head fiercely. He took a few sips of strong liquor.

Wu Ci shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Yongye City has sent people, Brother Dao is here this time..."

No wait After he finished speaking, Ning Bugui smiled and said: "I have been expelled from Yongye City a long time ago. Now I am just a casual cultivator with nothing to do. This viewing ceremony only represents myself."

"I see..." Wu Ci nodded slightly.

Ning Bugui said again: "You must not take my ideas into account. I can't compare with those big sects. I have a limited fortune and I don't have such a precious gift!"

Wu Ci He laughed and said: "Brother Taoist is joking. You have given me enough face by coming. What else do you need?" What a gift!"

Ning Bugui waved his hand again: "You can't say that. I'm not shameless. I came to you to eat and drink. I brought some gifts."

After speaking, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it into Wu Ci's hand.

"I made a special trip to the South China Sea and brought a letter from an old friend to Mr. Liang. Think of it as a congratulatory gift from me."

"Oh?"

Wu Ci took it envelope, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He knew that Liang Yan was from Nanchui and had his old friend on a certain island. This letter seemed ordinary, but to Liang Yan, it might be of great significance.

"Thank you, Brother Dao. I will definitely deliver this letter to the city lord." Wu Ci put the letter away, held it in his hand and said with a smile.

"Haha!"

Ning Bugui smiled slightly, lay on the back of the green bull, and entered Wushuang City leisurely...

At this point, almost all the monks participating in the ceremony had arrived.

Wu Ci did not stay outside the city and led several palace owners back to the city, leaving only a dozen Tongxuan Zhenjun guarding outside the city gate.

…………

Wushuang City, in a certain gorgeous palace.

Wuxin is arranging Liang Yan’s clothes.

Today, Liang Yan was wearing a set of luxurious purple-gold robes. The robes were woven from the sacred silkworm silk, and every strand shone with a solemn luster.

The cuffs are outlined with gold thread and embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, which flutter in the wind and appear between the sleeves, as if there are real clouds lingering around you!

Looking at the waist again, there is a black fairy jade belt, inlaid with various kinds of jade. It seems that various spiritual energies such as earth, fire, water, and wind are flowing...

Wu Xin stood behind Liang Yan and helped him smooth out the subtle wrinkles of his robe one by one. There was both joy and sadness in his eyes.

"Is this right... What did you wear before? As long as you dress up a little, my husband will be the most heroic in the world!"

"Wuxin..."

Liang Yan suddenly turned around and held her catkin in his hand: "Let's do it together..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xin gently pressed his lips with her jade fingers. .

"Needless to say."

Wuxin said with a smile in his eyes: "After all, the human race and the demon race are incompatible. Although the saints already know my identity and acquiesce to my existence, the people outside I'm afraid the monk won't be able to accept it... If I accompany you on stage as the city lord's wife to be honored, I will inevitably embarrass you."

After hearing Wu Xin's words, Liang Yan's eyes dimmed slightly.

This is absolutely true. The hatred between humans and demons for many years cannot be resolved...

Seeing his appearance like this, Wu Xin's eyes became even gentler: "Don't worry about it. I am sad, and I don’t care about my status, as long as you have me in your heart.”

After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded silently and reached out to take Wu Xin into his arms.

In the dim palace, the two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's tenderness...

I don't know how long it took, but there were footsteps outside, coming from far away, and then closer. I heard a familiar voice say outside the door:

"City Lord, there are two things in this gift, both of which are to be handed over to you."

This voice broke through the palace. In such a tense atmosphere, Liang Yan and Wu Xin looked at each other and had to separate.

The witch smoothed her slightly messy hair, walked quickly to the door, and opened the side door of the palace.

Standing outside was Ning Xia, the current palace owner of Bihai Palace.

“I’m disturbing you two.”

Ning Xia had a hint of narrow-mindedness in her eyes.

He blushed for no reason, rolled his eyes at her, and said angrily: "The auspicious time is coming soon. Is there anything else that needs to be delivered at this time?"

"Well... they are all the old friends of the city lord. We can't be the masters. Let's let the city lord take a look at it himself."

Ning Xia said, handing a jade flute and a letter into Wu Xin's hands.

"Then, I won't disturb you two here."

Ning Xia smiled slightly, turned around and turned into a wisp of smoke, quickly disappearing into the corridor outside the palace...

There was a hint of helplessness in Wu Xin's eyes.

She lowered her head and glanced at the bamboo flute in her hand. She saw that the whole body was like jade, crystal clear, with blue sea waves painted by silver threads on the surface, flowing slowly on the bamboo flute.

"Here, your confidante is here to give you a gift."

Wuxin handed the bamboo flute and the letter to Liang Yan, with a half-smile on his face.

The "confidante" she calls is, of course, Guan Youyue.

I am afraid that only Nan Youyue can make her so polite. If it were any other female cultivator, she would be called a "slut"...

Liang Yan sighed and reached out to take the bamboo flute.

I saw that the blue sea waves on the flute were lifelike, as if they were real, and they were about to rush out of the bamboo flute in the next moment.

"Is Qin Hai enlightened..."

Liang Yan muttered to himself.

In the "Phantom Sound Qin Sea", the two of them played the piano and flute together, and realized the mysterious sounds... It is obvious that Nan Youyue painted the waves of the blue sea on the bamboo flute to commemorate that scene.

Later, on Huntian Ridge, Liang Yan gave his bamboo flute to Nan Youyue.

This time, it’s more like Nan Youyue’s return gift.

"Take it..."

Just when Liang Yan's memory was a little fuzzy, Wu Xin's voice suddenly sounded.

Liang Yan turned around and looked at his Taoist companion.

Wu Xin smiled slightly: "To be honest, I don't want to share my husband with other women, but she is a special case. Without her dedication, I am afraid that my husband would not have achieved what he has today."

Liang Yan listened. , with a complicated look in his eyes.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed softly: "Nan Youyue damaged her foundation for me. After all, I owe her. After this matter is over, let's see if there is a chance to make it up to her. ."

After that, he poured the magic power into the jade flute and it was quickly refined.

At the moment when he was refining, a puff of green smoke suddenly floated from the end of the jade flute. The smoke slowly condensed in the air, gradually forming a string of beautiful small characters:

"The shadow of the setting sun is getting longer when you stand, and the Yao Qin is playing the song of departure in the evening.

The world of mortals is like water, and it will eventually pass away. Once you wake up from a dream, you will sigh about the passing years.

Here we go to the end of the world, the mountains and rivers are vast, and the love is silky. Let yourself go beyond the sky.

Ten thousand miles away, watching the sea turn into mulberry trees. "

This is a farewell poem.

Liang Yan and Wu Xin couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene.

The love affair is far away from the sky... It seems that the love affair with Nan Youyue has passed, but I don’t know where it went. "What a strange woman." Wu Xin nodded secretly.

Liang Yan sighed and put away the jade flute.

He took out the letter again and saw that the signature on it was actually Yu Xuanji!

Immediately, my heart moved, I opened the envelope, and I immediately saw a line of familiar handwriting:

"Liang Yan, my disciple:

I heard that the Antarctic Fairy Continent suffered a great disaster, so that all living beings were devastated, so I became my teacher and Your uncle is also heartbroken, but it’s a pity that we cultivators Due to limitations, we can only preserve one sect and cannot participate in this war...

Thanks to the joint efforts of all the heroes, fighting bloody battles, man can win the battle!

I heard that my disciples turned the tide and established victory, and I felt in my heart! I'm so happy!

We, the Yungang Sect, have a sword immortal! The establishment of a sect has never happened before, and your uncle and I can be regarded as a glorious sect!

Nowadays, the sect is prosperous, and the newly recruited disciples are all impressive. Your uncle and I are busy with the important affairs of the sect, and we really have no ability to divide our time.

Although your uncle and I cannot be present in person for this succession ceremony, we will burn incense and cook wine in the south to celebrate you from afar!

Wish you a prosperous path to immortality!

Master, Yu Xuanji. ”

After reading the content of the letter, Liang Yan's eyes showed emotion.

I didn’t expect that after so many years, the former Yungang Sect teacher would still care about me.

He took a deep breath, turned around, faced the south, and bowed respectfully three times.

“It’s almost time, everyone outside is waiting.” Wu Xin walked over with a smile.

“Yeah.”

Liang Yan nodded, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Wuxin said, taking a step forward and tidying up his clothes for the last time.

She looked at it carefully for a moment, and for some reason, there was a tear on her bright smile.

"Go..." Wu Xin said gently.

"Yes."

Liang Yan took a deep look at her, stopped staying, turned and walked towards the main entrance of the palace.

The road is very long, as if walking through darkness.

Boom!

Liang Yan reached out and pushed open the magnificent door.

In an instant, the sunshine came like a flood!

In the square outside, thunderous cheers rang out, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, one wave after another!

From inside to outside the door, there are simply two worlds.

In the bright sunshine, Liang Yan squinted his eyes.

There was a crystal staircase ahead, with ninety-nine steps in total. At a height of ten thousand feet, a white jade platform was suspended at the end of the staircase.

There is the ceremonial stage where he will succeed the city lord!

Around the podium, colorful clouds were lingering, fairy birds were circling, and melodious fairy music echoed in the air, as if to welcome his arrival.

There is also a pair of boys and girls outside the door, standing on the left and right respectively.

Seeing Liang Yan coming out, they immediately saluted respectfully, then bent down and made a "please" gesture.

"City Lord, please come on stage!"

Liang Yan nodded slightly but said nothing.

Facing the colorful clouds and fairy birds, he stepped on the crystal stairs and walked step by step towards the high-altitude ceremony platform.

Ninety-nine stairs, like his past.

When Liang Yan stepped onto the last staircase, his mind was slightly in a trance.

Once upon a time, when he first came to Antarctic Immortal Continent, he was just a little-known casual cultivator, and he was even worried about how to pass the examination in Wushuang City.

I didn’t expect that just a few hundred years later, the casual cultivator of that year would now stand at the top of Wushuang City...

However, this kind of trance only lasted for a moment, and he recovered the next moment. Calm.

Stepping onto the podium, everyone is watching, and the cheers in Wushuang City have reached their peak!

“The first step in succession is to bathe in the holy water and wash away the beauty!”

Suddenly, a loud voice was heard, it was Deputy City Lord Wu Ci.

As the person who presided over the ceremony, he was standing on the stage waiting for Liang Yan.

Liang Yan and him looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then strode forward.

There were eight boys and girls on each side, all holding flower baskets with clear spring water floating in them.

Seeing Liang Yan pass by, they immediately sprinkled the spring water in the flower basket on Liang Yan, but Liang Yan did not dodge and allowed the spring water to pour on him.

Soon, Liang Yan passed the first ceremony.

He continued to stride forward, and saw a graceful female nun standing in front of him, wearing a pink dress, like a lotus swaying in the wind, graceful and moving.

But it was Xia Zhirong, the master of Linglong Palace.

She held a three-foot-long ruler in her hand. The ruler was like jade, with cloud patterns flashing on the surface, which looked very strange.

“City Lord, I’m offended.”

Xia Zhirong bowed slightly and spoke softly.

Liang Yan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ci's loud voice sounded again: "The second step in succession, Confucian ruler, Dharma and precepts!"
< br>"The first commandment: slaughter mortals!"

"The second commandment: kill the monks in the city for no reason!"

...

"Nine Commandments: Trouble the common people!"

There are nine commandments in total. Every time Wu Ci said one, the ruler in Xia Zhirong's hand lightly tapped Liang Yan's shoulder.

After nine clicks, Wu Ci nodded to Liang Yan.

The second ceremony was also passed.

Liang Yan strode forward and soon arrived at the center of the ceremony stage.

Looking around, I saw a sea of people below!

Every mountain peak, every square, and even every attic is already filled with people...

Not only the monks from Wushuang City, but also various sects came to congratulate them with gifts. People, even casual cultivators in remote areas, come here because of its reputation!

Wu Shuang City has not had such a grand occasion for a long time!

Wu Ci came to Liang Yan with a smile on his face and a folding fan in both hands.

“This is the folding fan used by the Lord of Linghu City. After the death of the Lord of the City, this will be the token of my Wushuang City. Only the one who holds this fan can succeed the new Lord of the City.”

After speaking, he bent down and lowered his head in front of Liang Yan, holding the folding fan in both hands and raising it above his head.

Liang Yan stared at the folding fan.

After a moment, he smiled slightly and reached out to take the folding fan.

brush!

Liang Yan shook the fan and unfolded it, only to see four big characters written in wild cursive on the front:

"Feng Yun Wushuang"!

In an instant, a breeze blew up on the stage, and the clouds rolled and relaxed.

The aura of wind and cloud surrounded Liang Yan, making him look like a character in a fairy scroll...

Wu Ci looked solemn, took two steps back, and then knelt down on one knee.

"Meet the City Lord!"

At the same time, all the monks in Wushuang City, including the palace owners of Shura, Linglong, Bihai, Zhengyang, and Yunjin Palaces, all came together at this moment Kneel down.

“Meet the City Lord!”

"Greetings to the City Lord!"

......

A uniform voice rang out from the mountains in Wushuang City, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, soaring into the sky!