Chapter 287: The ex-wife appears, the wedding takes a sudden turn, and Qingchen turns black
in the bedroom.
Several experienced nuns are busy and meticulously taking care of the bride’s makeup and outfit.
Ran Qingchen was like an exquisite rag doll at this time, sitting in front of the dressing table and not daring to move. His fingers sometimes pinched the wedding dress and sometimes twisted it together, revealing the nervousness in his heart.
These nuns were specially selected and sent by Concubine Lin from the palace. If there is a grand ceremony on weekdays, they are specially used to dress the queen and concubine. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to invite them.
Looking at the strange and beautiful woman in the bronze mirror, Ran Qingchen was a little distracted and couldn't believe that it was him.
Skin that has been carefully prepared is as smooth as jade.
Use cinnabar to draw an exquisite willow leaf eyebrow shape, slender and curved, like the outline of a distant mountain.
The eyes are lightly smudged with dark eye shadow, giving a somewhat deep outline, and then embellished with bright rouge, making two faint red clouds appear on the cheeks, which is very charming.
Special lipstick is used on the lips. The color is bright yet dignified, as attractive as a cherry.
The bun is also carefully combed and filled with hairpins and bobs made of gold and silver jewelry. Every time you move, the steps will sway gently and make a pleasant tinkling sound, adding a bit of fairy spirit.
On the side, Jinxiu held her hands in front of her chest and looked at her young lady in her wedding dress with heart-felt eyes: "Miss, you are so beautiful. There is no woman in the world more beautiful than you."
Grandma, who was carefully decorating Ran Qingchen’s eyebrows with cinnabar moles, said with a smile:
“Miss Ran is the most beautiful woman this slave has ever dressed up. Even if she doesn’t dress up carefully, she is still the most beautiful woman in the world. A rare beauty, your uncle is truly blessed to have such a beautiful wife in ten lifetimes."
Ran Qingchen blushed and smiled shyly, imagining the scene when Jiang Mo saw her. , I was extremely happy.
After being properly dressed, Grandma fastened a gorgeous phoenix crown firmly on her bun.
Seeing that the time was coming soon, the nuns exited the dormitory one after another. Before leaving, they gave Jinxiu some instructions. The little girl listened carefully and tried to write them down.
Jinxiu was also very sensible when she went out to see these nannies off, and secretly stuffed some money into them.
Soon, only Ran Qingchen was left in the dormitory.
The woman's nervous heart calmed down a little. She carefully lifted a corner of the red hijab, looked at her unrivaled beauty in the mirror, and subconsciously reached out to touch her.
"Is this really me?"
Fingertips lightly touched the cold mirror, and Ran Qingchen was a little confused.
At this time last year, she was still the eldest daughter of the dye family, and soon she put on a wedding dress.
But she was not happy at all at that time.
Recalling the time when she left her husband alone in the room, Ran Qingchen's face became hot with embarrassment, and she really wanted to go back through time and space and give herself a slap.
Fortunately, God gave her a chance to make amends.
The woman suddenly remembered something, took out the golden bracelet Jiang Shouzhong had given her, and gently put it on her slender wrist.
Ran Qingchen raised his wrist and looked at it in front of the mirror.
“It’s a beautiful gift from my husband.”
A faint smile appeared on the woman’s lips.
Snap!
A hosta accidentally fell to the ground.
Ran Qingchen was startled and quickly bent down to pick it up.
At this moment, a familiar and heart-wrenching pain suddenly hit her, like a claw from the depths of the netherworld, silently wrapping around her heart and strangling her tightly.
Ran Qingchen covered her heart hard with a painful expression.
At the same time, the self reflected in the mirror gradually changed his expression, from pain to sarcasm, staring at Ran Qingchen with a playful expression.
"You really think you can get happiness."
The woman in the mirror mocked, "Shura is supposed to be ruthless, and falling in love means death. Ran Qingchen, there is no one in this world People deserve your love.”
“Shut up!”
Ran Qingchen’s pupils turned red.
The other self in the mirror gently caressed his face, with a sinister smile on his lips: "The human heart is the most unreliable, it will always deceive you. In this world, everyone will fail you..."
Ran Qingchen Trying to block out the constant cynicism of the person in the mirror.
She carefully held the hosta with trembling fingers, trying to insert it into her carefully combed bun to stabilize her chaotic mind.
However, the woman's arms were shaking more and more violently, like falling leaves in the autumn wind uncontrollably, making this simple movement extremely difficult, and several attempts failed.
The hosta keeps wandering in the hair...
Every time she failed, it was like a heavy blow to her heart.
Ran Qingchen's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, like a drum, shaking her whole body slightly, and a nameless fear wrapped around her heart like a vine.
The hanging tassels on the phoenix crown shook violently.
The expression of the woman in the mirror became more and more sarcastic.
"Jiang Mo is not worthy of your trust for the rest of his life, he will definitely deceive you..."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
Ran Qingchen slapped the table hard, and the sharp end of the hosta pierced the palm of his hand.
"Miss..."
Jinxiu hurried over after hearing the noise.
Ran Qingchen suddenly woke up and found that he was still confused and frightened in the mirror. The hosta was inserted in the bun and there were no scars on his palms. Everything seemed to be an illusion.
"What's wrong, miss?"
Jinxiu entered the room and asked anxiously and with concern.
Ran Qingchen took a breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, shook his head and said: "It's okay."
......
Although the wedding banquet was in Ran Mansion, But the process was still carried out according to the standard wedding method.
Jiang Shouzhong, dressed as a festive groom, rode a tall horse and used a gorgeously decorated eight-carry sedan to solemnly welcome the bride Ran Qingchen from her parents' home. They paraded along the street with endless scenery.
It attracted countless passers-by to stop and admire it, and admire it with admiration.
Ran Qingchen in the sedan occasionally quietly lifted the corner of his red hijab, looking through the gap in the sedan curtain at the heroic and free-spirited husband in front of him, his eyes filled with happiness and tenderness.
The woman firmly believes that she is the happiest woman in the world at this time.
Especially when he saw the women watching on the side of the road looking at her husband with burning and loving eyes, Ran Qingchen felt quite content in her heart, and the haze caused by the previous dormitory hallucinations was swept away.
After the parade, the two people who returned to Ran Mansion officially began to visit the church to get married.
Yan Changqing did keep his promise and sat on the throne as Jiang Shouzhong's elder.
When everyone learned that this man was the famous Sword Demon, their previous contempt and belittling of Jiang Shouzhong disappeared instantly, and they were replaced with envy and awe.
People who thought it was a flower stuck in cow dung no longer dared to laugh at it.
Wearing a beautiful little skirt, Erliang was busy going about as Jiang Shouzhong's maid, looking at the groom and the master, the joyful smile on his face almost never stopped.
Jiang Yi also appeared at the wedding banquet.
The four women in spring, summer, autumn and winter have different expressions when facing such a festive scene.
Chun Yu's expression was envious, Xia He's eyes were soft, Qiu Ye's was sad and worried, Dong Xue was purely curious, holding her calm hand, the two girls buried their heads in chattering.
As soon as the selected auspicious time arrives, the wedding officially begins.
A master of ceremonies wearing a red gown, holding a gavel, shouted loudly: "The auspicious time has come, please take your place!"
In an instant, gongs and drums sounded, music sounded, and the groom and the bride appeared in front of everyone.
The whole scene instantly became solemn.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Shouzhong was keenly aware of Ran Qingchen's hands trembling slightly beside him, and asked in a low voice.
It hurts!
The heartbreaking pain hit the woman's heart again!
Ran Qingchen didn’t understand what was going on, but she didn’t want to let such an abnormal situation ruin her wedding. The woman suppressed the pain and said in a calm tone as much as possible:
"It's okay, I'm just...too nervous."
She glanced at the guests subconsciously, but she didn't see her adopted sister Qu Hongling, and she felt disappointed again.
Jiang Shouzhong laughed dumbly, gently held the woman's cold and sweaty hand, and said softly: "Actually, I am more nervous than you."
Feeling the warmth of the man's palm, the woman's trembling hand gradually stabilized.
Ran Qingchen laughed softly: "I thought you weren't nervous."
Jiang Shouzhong deliberately joked: "Of course I am nervous, so many women stared at me when I was patrolling the streets just now. , I'm really afraid that a great beauty will suddenly appear and snatch me away."
"Beauty."
Ran Qingchen let out a squeak.
However, the man's joking words also made the pain in her heart less.
"Yesterday you went to see Nan Shuang. What did she say?" Ran Qingchen asked curiously.
Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to answer, the master of ceremonies suddenly shouted:
"Bow down to heaven and earth~~"
The two people quickly let go of their hands, behaved dignifiedly, and behaved respectfully. Kneel down and worship.
"Second bow to the high hall~~"
The two stood up and knelt down in front of Mrs. Ran and Yan Changqing. After kowtowing, they took the tea cup Jinxiu brought and started to serve tea.
"Grandma, please have tea."
Jiang Shouzhong generously picked up the teacup and handed it to Mrs. Ran.
The old lady smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face bloomed. She hurriedly took the teacup and said hello repeatedly.
When Ran Qingchen faced his idol Sword Demon, even though he was covered by a red hijab, he still became nervous and even his voice trembled when he spoke: "Master...Master drinks tea..."
Yan Changqing smiled Then he took the tea cup.
Looking at the bride in front of him, the sword demon who had been wandering in the world for half his life suddenly felt a little emotional.
I never thought that one day I would be served tea as an elder.
Unfortunately, what he misses most is still his daughter.
But no matter what, it's not a loss to have Jiang Mo as his apprentice. Although the apprentice's talents are very good, the women around him are more talented than the last.
Erliang, Que'er, now there is also a disciple's wife...
Especially this disciple's wife is the daughter of the Sword Immortal.
Yan Changqing drank the tea and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I didn't get to witness the strongest sword of the Sword Immortal Jiang Wan."
As he finished speaking, Yan Changqing suddenly realized that he was talking too much.
After all, it is somewhat inappropriate to mention the other person's deceased mother on this special day.
Fortunately, Ran Qingchen didn't care. Instead, he felt a lot more relaxed because of Yan Changqing's words. He smiled and said, "I have my mother's sword manual. If the master is willing to teach me, I believe Qingchen can practice it." Use your strongest sword."
Yan Changqing was stunned and laughed: "You are just as cunning as Jiang Mo."
After the tea ceremony, the host continued to shout:
"Husband and wife worship~~"
The two stood up and stood face to face.
Bang!
At this moment, with a loud noise, a beautiful rain of flowers suddenly bloomed in the sky.
Countless petals are like flowers scattered by a goddess, floating down melodiously, weaving into a gorgeous brocade, covering the entire mansion, adding a layer of dreamy color to this festive occasion.
In the sky, there are several white cranes flying low over the sea of flowers, leaving behind a string of crisp and sweet chirps, like the sound of nature.
Immediately afterwards, several lines of red silk fell from the sky, as gorgeous as a rainbow...
Many words of congratulations were written on them.
Everyone present was shocked and speechless by this generous gesture.
"Mei Hong came to congratulate my sister, and wish her and her brother-in-law a happy marriage for a hundred years, and be united forever..."
When everyone came to their senses, a girl in red wearing a bamboo hat stood on the white crane Above, the figure is graceful.
Red girl?
Everyone was talking in low voices and guessing the identity of the visitor.
Jiang Shouzhong, who originally had a smile on his lips and a gentle light in his eyes, suddenly stopped smiling when he heard the other party's voice, as if he had been cast a restraining spell.
This voice...
He showed an expression of disbelief, shock and astonishment reflected in the depths of his pupils.
impossible!
It can’t be her!
Jiang Shouzhong trembled all over.
Ran Qingchen didn't see the expression on her husband's face. After hearing the word "Hongmei", her face burst into surprise.
“The adopted sister is here!”
She hurried forward to meet him, but after taking two steps forward, she realized that she was getting married, so she stopped dead in her tracks, and by chance she was blocked in front of the groom.
Qu Hongling, wearing a bamboo hat, floated down from the white crane.
The girl held a pair of extremely delicate jade carvings of mandarin ducks in her right hand. She walked up to Ran Qingchen and said with a crisp smile:
"Sister, I am not too late. This pair of blood jade mandarin ducks I gave it to you because I almost delayed your wedding because of it.
My sister wishes that my sister and her brother-in-law will be a perfect match..."
Ran Qingchen grabbed Qu Hongling's arm and said coquettishly:
"It's enough if you come, what kind of gifts are you preparing? Just now I thought you weren't coming, and I was still complaining about you."
< br>"How can that be done? After all, this is a big deal for my sister, and...I am also a matchmaker, right?"
Qu Hongling blinked her eyes.
Ran Qingchen smiled, with sincere gratitude and joy in her words, and said shyly: "Thanks to my sister's enlightenment before, my sister can strive for happiness."
Qu Hongling smiled, and suddenly realized that Ran Qingchen was performing a wedding ceremony, and spat out her tongue:
"I'm sorry, sister, for bothering you. You continue first, and we'll talk about it after it's over." Chat, let me teach you some... bridal chamber experience."
Ran Qingchen's face turned red and he nodded lightly.
She turned around and went back to where she was.
After the woman turned around, Jiang Shouzhong's figure was revealed.
Qu Hongling subconsciously moved her eyes.
The eyes of the two people met through the tassel on Ran Qingchen's phoenix crown.
The smile on Qu Hongling's face slowly solidified, gradually turning into a stunned sluggishness, standing there like a sculpture.
The two just looked at each other.
Time... was frozen at this moment, as if it had lost its flow.
Snap!
The jade mandarin duck in the girl's hand fell and shattered on the ground.
“What’s wrong?”
Ran Qingchen was startled and asked in confusion.
Qu Hongling seemed to have never heard of it.
At this time, her pupils were dilated, her mind went blank, and she murmured:
"Brother Xiao Jiang..."
"Husband and wife bow~~"
The master of ceremonies raised his voice again shouted.
Jiang Shouzhong looked away and prepared to salute with an expressionless expression.
"Brother Xiao Jiang!"
Qu Hongling rushed forward and grabbed the man's arm.
The girl's wide apricot eyes were full of disbelief and she was extremely excited, "Is it you, Brother Xiao Jiang! Are you not dead? Brother Xiao Jiang, I am Hong'er!"
The girl Lift up the hat.
Because I was so excited, the hosta on my head fell to the ground.
Her hair was covered with flying black hair, revealing a beautiful face, like a newly blooming pear blossom, with a little bit of tears.
“I am Hong’er!”
The girl cried and laughed, shouting repeatedly.
Shock, hesitation, ecstasy...like clusters of fireworks exploding in the girl's heart.
Jiang Shouzhong's face trembled, his fists were clenched tightly, and blood almost oozed from the nails that dug into the flesh of his palms.
But he remained expressionless and said coldly: "You have the wrong person."
How many days and nights.
How many thoughts.
In his heart, he missed the girl's voice, appearance and smile all the time, to the core of his heart.
But behind this strong love, there is still deep resentment.
He blamed the girl for leaving without saying goodbye!
He complained about the divorce letter left by the other party!
He blamed the other party for giving him the most perfect happiness in the world, but at the same time leaving him the ultimate pain!
He even occasionally blamed the girl for Sister Ye's death.
He felt that the massacre in Anhe Village might be directed at her.
Thinking in the dark, he even suspected that the girl had known about the massacre and ran away leaving him and Sister Ye.
Of course, he knew Hong'er wouldn't do this.
But this resentment cannot be eliminated no matter what.
On weekdays, he can ignore it, suppress this resentment, and numb it with thoughts and love. Fantasy, when the two meet again, he can hold each other and talk about his thoughts.
But when the other party appeared in front of him at this moment, the dissatisfaction and complaints that had been accumulated in his heart suddenly burst out.
One can never achieve true maturity.
Especially in terms of feelings.
The lines between love and hate, happiness and sadness are often blurred, and emotional maturity means learning to navigate these gray areas.
He still loved the girl in front of him deeply, but the resentment made him instinctively reject her.
He just felt wronged.
You left secretly without saying goodbye, but now you show up at my wedding and treat your feelings like a child's play?
"Impossible..."
Qu Hongling shook her head, "You are Brother Xiao Jiang...I won't admit it..."
Ran Qing Chen stared at this scene blankly.
This sudden change caught her off guard. She had no time to think and had no idea what was happening.
Did my adopted sister get aroused and mistook my husband for my late husband?
Or...
Jiang Mo just looks a little similar to her late husband?
Ran Qingchen kept looking for various reasons and excuses for Qu Hongling who lost her composure, even though she had a bad premonition.
"Sister-in-law..."
Ran Qingchen comforted her in a hoarse voice, "You have mistakenly admitted the wrong person. He is not your husband. His name is Jiang Mo."
When Qu Hongling appeared, Mrs. Ran fell in love with this man full of energy at first sight. The spiritual little girl did not blame the other party for ruining her granddaughter's wedding. Instead, she said with loving concern:
"Girl, I heard Qingchen talk about you. You must have recognized the wrong person. , his name is Jiang Mo, and he was the uncle of my Ran family a year ago."
Qu Hongling shook his head vigorously.
"It's impossible...I won't admit my mistake..."
The girl was like a puppet that had lost its soul, and a huge force seemed to be oppressing her nerves.
The guests looked at this situation with strange expressions.
Which act is this in?
Everyone whispered and pointed.
Jiang Shouzhong had a dull expression.
Ran Qingchen could clearly see that the man's body was trembling slightly.
“Qu Hongling!”
“She is Qu Hongling, the leader of the Tianyao Sect!”
A six-door official in the crowd finally recognized him Qu Hongling. exclaimed.
The scene immediately exploded.
The new generation of genius of the demon clan is very likely to become the master of the demon clan in the future, the famous master of the Tianyao Sect. I didn't expect that she would be such a beautiful girl.
"She is Qu Hongling! Catch her!"
A court official shouted excitedly.
At first, the imperial court failed to capture him several times. If he could be captured now, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Heavenly Demon Sect, and would even play a key role in the future of the Demon Clan.
Several security masters stepped forward to capture him.
Qu Hongling was unaware of all this. She just looked at Jiang Shouzhong blankly and murmured softly:
"Brother Jiang, are you complaining about Hong'er?"
"Hong I'm sorry for you... Hong'er is also sorry for Sister Ye..."
Jiang Shouzhong moved his steps and unconsciously protected the girl. He opened his mouth slightly, but something seemed to be blocked in his throat and he couldn't speak. Make a sound. The man's movements and expressions gave Ran Qingchen an answer.
The woman was a little confused.
Why does this happen?
Which link caused the problem?
"Don't you understand? I've said it before, men are all liars!"
Suddenly, an identical Ran Qingchen, wearing a wedding dress, appeared next to her and said in a sarcastic tone.
No one there could see her.
The woman covered in black energy looked at Qu Hongling and sneered:
"See, you are just a fool from beginning to end. The man you sincerely treat and your adopted sister have long been We hooked up and they have been playing tricks on you."
Ran Qingchen bit her lip and tried to ignore the voice in her ears.
Boom——
Before those guards could get close to Qu Hongling, they were blown away by a powerful force.
"Sect Master!"
Shen Shengyuan appeared next to Qu Hongling and shouted anxiously, "Follow me quickly, there are experts coming from the palace!"
See you Qu Hongling was in despair, Shen Shengyuan gritted his teeth, grabbed the girl's arm, and forcibly led her away from the Ran Mansion.
“Hurry up!”
"Hurry up and chase!"
Several officials shouted angrily.
Many people in the arena also chased after him.
After all, if you can help take down the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, you will definitely receive a generous reward from the court.
The emcee looked at the chaotic scene and was about to cry. He had no choice but to ask old lady Ran for instructions: "Old lady, what should I do now?"
Old lady Ran was also a little at a loss.
The eldest lady Zuo Su was still calm and immediately said: "Continue to hold it!"
No matter what the farce is at the moment, it cannot be stopped as long as it does not interfere with the newlyweds. Otherwise, Ran Qingchen and Ran Jia will inevitably become a joke in the capital.
The master of ceremonies straightened his voice and shouted: "Husband and wife bow to each other~~"
However, neither of the newlyweds moved.
Jiang Shouzhong clenched his fists hard, with deep worry and entanglement on his face. His eyes subconsciously looked in the direction Qu Hongling left, and his heart felt heavy.
Ran Qingchen looked at him silently and asked softly: "Your name is not Jiang Mo, right?"
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned and turned around.
He found that the woman's eyes were a little cold, and there seemed to be a gloomy aura lingering on her body.
“You’ve been lying to me...”
There was a drop of tear on the jade cheek stained by light dust, shining brightly.
"Qingchen..."
Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth to explain, but suddenly someone in the distance shouted: "Senior Zhao Wuxiu is going to catch that witch!"
Following that , roars and sounds of fighting came.
Jiang Shouzhong's face changed wildly, and he rushed towards the direction of the battle outside the mansion.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned to Ran Qingchen and said urgently: "Qingchen, I'll go rescue Hong'er first and come back to explain to you!"
"Jiang Mo!! ”
Ran Qingchen was trembling all over, and the black mist in his eyes became thicker and thicker, almost condensing into substance.
"If you leave, don't come back!"
The woman's voice was low, every word seemed to be squeezed out between her teeth, and her tone revealed anger, unyielding, fear, and threats. and helpless pleading.
She clearly felt her husband's love for Qu Hongling.
That is what she has always wanted.
This was unacceptable to her.
It is even more unacceptable that my husband left his wife for another woman on their wedding day!
She can accept Jin Xiu, Xia He.
But with a domineering nature to protect her husband, she could not accept that there was another woman occupying most of the positions in her husband's heart.
Hearing the sound of fighting outside, Jiang Shouzhong was so anxious that he did not bother to explain too much:
"Qingchen, wait until I come back to explain to you, I will be back soon!"
The man turned around and rushed outside the house.
“Jiang Mo!”
Ran Qingchen took a few steps forward and subconsciously reached out to grab the man, but missed.
She froze on the spot, feeling as if she had been evacuated. Something important was quietly being stripped away from her body, leaving a void and confusion.
The surrounding sounds, colors, and even the flow of time became blurry and distant, as if the entire world was isolated from her.
Only the bone-chilling coldness was left, wrapping her tightly.
“Girl, Jiang Mo must have some reasons. I’ll go find him and ask him clearly.”
Yan Changqing moved and chased Jiang Mo.
Old Mrs. Ran also comforted: "Yes, Qingchen, you also know the character of Jiang Mo's child. He must have difficulties in doing this. You might as well wait until he comes back to ask clearly."
< br>"Liar...liar..."
The woman collapsed on the ground helplessly, and her bright red wedding dress spread out on the ground like a blooming blood rose.
The pain and panic in my heart kept echoing, like a lonely echo in the abyss, which could not subside for a long time.
The remaining people around looked at each other.
No one expected that a wedding would turn out like this.
Originally, they were unhappy with Ran Qingchen’s marriage, and some of the people watching the excitement even showed ridicule.
Those sarcastic voices were like sharp swords, stabbing at the helpless woman, leaving her covered in bruises.
Looking at the lonely and helpless niece, Jiang Yi cursed angrily:
"I've said before that men are unreliable, and this Jiang Mo is also a hypocrite! Xia He, Qiu Ye, you will stay by my side from now on, and don't have anything to do with that Jiang Mo!"
The two women looked at each other. He stared, not daring to speak.
——
Outside Ran Mansion.
Shen Shengyuan and several Ouchi guards were fighting, but Qu Hongling was being carried by a woman in blue.
The girl was forcibly knocked unconscious by Shen Shengyuan and passed out.
The woman in blue is also from the Tianyao Sect and has been lurking in the capital.
This time, in order to prepare a gift for Ran Qingchen, Qu Hongling specially asked someone to buy it.
“Take the sect master away first!”
Shen Shengyuan ordered the woman in blue.
The woman in blue was only at the Daxuan Grandmaster level, and could only be called cannon fodder in front of these masters. After hearing the order from the protector, she hurriedly ran away with Qu Hongling on her back.
However, the next second, she was horrified to find that she could not move.
Sensing something unusual, Shen Shengyuan suddenly raised his head and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in black standing on the top of a roof with his hands behind his back.
The air around the man was twisted and overwhelming.
Zhao Wuxiu!
Shen Shengyuan's expression changed dramatically.
Zhao Wuxiu waved his sleeves gently, and the woman in blue flew backwards. At the same time, he moved his fingers to take Qu Hongling, who was carrying the woman on his back, out of thin air.
"Zhao Wuxiu! Do you still have the face to bully a junior?"
Shen Shengyuan shouted angrily, like a majestic mountain standing between the two, trying to stop Zhao Wuxiu.
Just the next moment, red blood spurted out of his mouth, he staggered back, and smashed through several walls one after another, leaving deep marks with every step he took.
Even though he was at the peak of becoming a saint, he was still not enough in front of Zhao Wuxiu who was in the Heavenly Realm.
“Get away! Don’t touch Hong’er!”
At this moment, a blood-red sword fell from the sky and struck Zhao Wuxiu with a violent evil aura.
It was Jiang Shouzhong wearing the groom's clothes.
Zhao Wuxiu had no expression on his face, and with one flick of his finger, he shattered all the approaching blood energy sword lights.
Jiang Shouzhong flew out like a kite with its string broken.
The girl floating like catkins in the air seemed to feel something. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Jiang Shouzhong who came to save her. A slight smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth and she murmured:
< br>"Brother Jiang... I knew it was you."
At this moment, a hand suddenly touched Jiang Shouzhong's back, taking away most of the momentum and bringing Jiang Shouzhong to the ground smoothly.
"Master?"
Jiang Shouzhong was surprised.
Yan Changqing tapped Jiang Shouzhong on the shoulder, motioned for him to back off, and said with a smile: "You are not qualified to fight against Zhao Wuxiu, the best in the world, so don't get involved in this kind of thing."
"But Hong'er..."
"Don't worry, with me here...no one can hurt her."
Yan Changqing smiled.
Yan Changqing stepped forward, and there seemed to be countless swordsmanship condensed into steps under his feet, constantly stacking up.
The sword demon climbed up the steps step by step, looked directly at Zhao Wuxiu on the roof, and said with a smile:
"Zhao Wuxiu, I, Yan Changqing, have been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years. In the past ten years, I have fought three times with others. One hundred and nineteen times, no victory. In the next five years, he fought one hundred and eighty-four times, and won ninety-two times. In the last five years, he fought eighty-one times, without losing a single one. >Today, I, Yan Changqing, will give you Zhao Wuxiu three swords to test how worthy your title of No. 1 in the world is."
Yan Changqing waved his hand gently.
At the end of the sky, a small black shadow quietly emerged.
At first, the black shadow was as insignificant as dust, coming slowly and without any sound, and its movement was almost imperceptible.
However, just when everyone's eyes were focused, the black spot expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge thing, with an astonishing size.
The air around him began to freeze, and everything was silent.
When the distance shortened to a hundred meters, it had revealed its true form - it was a giant sword spanning the air, more than ten feet wide, with sharp edges, like a sharp blade splitting the sky, full of oppression.
Yan Changqing raised his voice and said:
"The name of my first sword is 'Qingkuang'. It is a wooden sword that I carved myself when I first practiced swordplay. Xiu's sword energy is concentrated here. Zhao Wuxiu, do you dare to take it?"
The sword energy is flying into the stars, and the book business is not over.
Young people have frivolous dreams!
Zhao Wuxiu laughed heartily: "Why don't you dare! I have been waiting for your sword, Yan Changqing, for a long time."
Zhao Wuxiu's palms were like the yin and yang fish in the Tai Chi Diagram, slowly turning, drawing a picture in the void A complete trajectory.
Following his movements, the air currents in the air began to gather, forming an invisible but powerful barrier of Gang Qi.
The brilliant giant sword carries the power to suppress all things in the world.
The swords in the hands of countless swordsmen in the capital seemed to feel unprecedented pressure, and they all trembled.
The sword whistled softly.
No one dared to take it out without permission.
It seems that he is surrendering to this giant sword.
Boom!
The moment the two touched, they made a deafening roar.
Zhao Wuxiu's clothes were torn and his hair was flying.
Countless small sword energy raging down like a violent storm, leaving scars of varying depths on his body, and the blood instantly dyed his body red.
The house beneath Zhao Wuxiu's feet collapsed, his figure kept falling, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the cracks spread like a spider web, eventually forming a huge pit.
The people watching the battle from a distance were shocked when they saw this scene.
The Sword Demon is recognized as the best swordsman in the world, no one doubts this. But in terms of overall strength, no one thought that he could be among the top three, and even thought that he could not beat Zhao Wuxiu in one move.
However, at this moment, everyone saw what the strength of the world's best swordsman was.
On the other side, those big insiders and people in the world want to fish in troubled waters and catch Qu Hongling.
But he was blocked by Jiang Shouzhong who emerged.
The man pulled out the zodiac sign and released the bull demon.
Several people were killed in the rampage.
After waking up, Qu Hongling also wielded the "Feng Zhan" flying sword to kill the enemy.
“Brother Xiao Jiang!”
The girl took the opportunity to rush to the man’s side.
The girl waved her sword and said happily:
"I knew it was you. I thought you and Sister Ye were both dead. I was still sad for a long time. Brother Xiao Jiang, what did you do? Those who escaped..."
Facing the girl's chirping questions, Jiang Shouzhong kept a cold face and said nothing, concentrating on attacking the enemy.
"Brother Xiao Jiang, why don't you speak."
"Brother Xiao Jiang, why have you become so powerful? You used to-"
"Shut up! "
Jiang Shouzhong hugged the girl's slender waist, avoided a deadly flying sword, stared coldly at an old man with long hair in front of him, and said angrily to the girl, "Can you concentrate! ”
The old man with disheveled hair is the Imperial Guard Zuo Shi.
Feeling the strange yet familiar man's embrace, Qu Hongling was in a trance, looking at the man's face.
At this moment she felt like she was dreaming.
A dream that one never dares to hope for.
As for whether it is dangerous or not, she doesn't care at all.
The girl subconsciously reached out to touch the man's cheek, seeking that truth, but was pushed away by Jiang Shouzhong.
Bang!
Jiang Shouzhong groaned, and the Seven Killing Sword in his hand buzzed.
The old man with disheveled hair waved a palm and said with a smile:
"Jiang Mo, I have been secretly paying attention to you for a long time. Your current cultivation level is really beyond my expectation."
"Brother Xiao Jiang!"
Looking at the injured man, Qu Hongling's eyes turned red, like a red lightning, and rushed towards the old man with disheveled hair without hesitation.
The phantom of a phoenix emerged from the Phoenix Killing Sword.
The old man with disheveled hair originally dismissed it, but at this moment, the dragon-slaying sword worn on Jiang Shouzhong's finger seemed to be induced, lengthened on its own, and was held in the man's hand.
Neither Jiang Shouzhong nor Qu Hongling expected this turn of events.
Slaying the dragon and slaying the phoenix are a pair.
The two swords came out together, the sword lights intertwined, and the air reverberated with the soul-stirring dragons and phoenixes.
The sudden sword movement caused the old man's complexion to change drastically, and he was caught off guard.
Although he hurriedly mobilized all his strength to resist, the old man still could not completely avoid it in this moment of confrontation.
An arm flew up in the sword light, and blood splattered everywhere.
Lord Zuo made a scream.
He hurriedly tapped a few acupuncture points on his shoulders to stop the splattering blood. Shocked and angry, he shouted to the surrounding guards: "All of them, kill them!"
Suddenly, another charming figure appeared.
But Li Nanshuang waved a generous tomb knife, jumped in front of Jiang Shouzhong, and shouted: "Whoever dares to bully my braised noodles, I will chop him to death!"
Jiang Shouzhong's expression changed: "Boss, this is none of your business..."
"Shut up!"
Li Nanshuang glanced at Qu Hongling and held the handle of the knife tightly, "I told you last night, it doesn't matter whether you like me or not, it's enough that I like you!"
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned on the spot.
The girl danced her sword and rushed towards the inner guard who came to kill her.
……
The battle elsewhere is still fierce.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, Zhao Wuxiu, in ragged clothes, stood under the pit, his eyes shining brightly.
"I will let you strike with a sword, and then I, Zhao Wuxiu, will test the quality of your sword demon!"
Zhao Wuxiu rose into the sky and punched Yan Changqing.
Yan Changqing pinched the sword formula with his right hand and smiled faintly:
"My second sword is called Holding Zhong. Once a swordsman held a broken sword to compete with me, and gave it to me before he died. This broken sword condensed my sword spirit for five years."
< br>Phew!
A rusty broken sword emerged from the ground.
It is completely different from the previous appearance of the sword. There is no gorgeous light, no arrogant roar, and no majestic momentum that sweeps everything...
On the contrary, it has a kind of sedimentation over time. Calm and restrained.
Like an old swordsman who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, he has been sharpening his skills silently for a long time, and finally at this moment, he chose to unsheath his sword.
The old sword is silent and hidden in the deep valley.
The world fell into silence, and everything was silent.
The expression on Zhao Wuxiu’s face became solemn, and the ground beneath his feet exploded, creating a circle of ripples.
As he punched out, the vast vitality surged across the world, like huge waves rolling in the ocean, gathering into an irresistible torrent.
Another crash.
The surrounding houses seemed to be destroyed by a tornado and were in dilapidated condition.
Zhao Wuxiu retreated again and again, breaking through the walls of the house.
The Ouchi master behind him who originally wanted to help was sent flying, and was even crushed into a pulp by the sword energy.
Yan Changqing clenched his fist against his lips, coughed a few times, and red blood continued to flow from his fingers.
He looked down at the blood on his hands and sighed softly.
"What a pity."
Yan Changqing unscrewed the cork of the wine bottle, smelled the smell of wine, looked at Zhao Wuxiu who was rushing towards him, and said with a smile: "My third sword—— ”
But before Yan Changqing finished speaking, an explosion suddenly sounded in the distance.
It is the direction of Huailan Lake.
Yan Changqing frowned and looked around, vaguely seeing a huge Buddha shadow falling from the sky and falling into the lake.
Yan Changqing's expression changed slightly.
He looked at Zhao Wuxiu and said coldly: "I didn't expect that Zhao Wuxiu, the best in the world, would do this kind of thing."
Zhao Wuxiu stopped and looked in the direction of Huailan Lake , shook his head and said: "I didn't know they wanted to kill the nine-tailed demon fox. If you want to save people, I will never stop you."
Yan Changqing's eyes moved to Jiang Shouzhong and the others who were in trouble, and together, He threw the wine bottle in his hand.
"Jiang Mo, go to Zhenxuan Mountain!"
The wine pot turned into a blazing white sword shadow.
This sword shadow seemed to be alive, tightly wrapping Jiang Shouzhong, Qu Hongling and Li Nanshuang.
The power of the Yin Yang River Diagram in Jiang Shouzhong's body began to operate.
Under the load, his body oozed blood, and he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Then, a powerful momentum erupted from the sword shadow, like an arrow shooting out of the string, taking the three people into the air and galloping away in an unknown direction.
Everyone who came to stop him was killed by the majestic sword energy.
Even Mr. Zuo Shi was torn in half when he tried to intercept, and blood mist filled the sky.
After breaking out of the siege, the yin and yang swords in Jiang Shouzhong's body separated from his body and condensed into a white and black long sword.
“I’ll lend you my sword again.”
Yan Changqing held the Yin Yang River Sword and rushed towards Huailan Lake.
“Cut!”
Yan Changqing swung his sword out.
A very thin and long sword energy swept out smoothly, then divided into two parts, then divided into four parts... and instantly turned into a dense sword net.
The sword net fell into the lake.
The Buddha shadow that had been suppressed just exploded into pieces, and the golden light dissipated.
The eminent monk of Wuchan Temple wanted to stop him, but the next moment, the golden Buddhas in the temple were shattered one after another and turned into piles of powder.
"Anyone who stops me, Yan Changqing, will die!"
(End of this chapter)