Chapter 273: Insect Flying

Xu Xiandao: "Do you think I'm lying to you? The first time Brother Yan and I met was at Lanruo Temple outside Jinhua City in Hangzhou. He was there to kill a cruel official. Everyone in the locals gnashed their teeth when he mentioned the cruel official.

Brother Yan, he lingered for nearly a month, and after investigating clearly, he took his head. Just because God has the virtue of good life, and the way of swordsmanship is inherently harmonious, you should be more careful! And when you come to kill me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to kill me.

I don’t even know the name!”

Tu Zhi'an was ashamed when he heard that he understood why the sect's rules stipulated that before killing someone, one must observe his actions and listen to his words for at least three days before taking action. This time he was taken advantage of by a traitor. If Xu Xian was really a villain, what would happen if Xu Xian was really a villain?

And his life is still there.

Since he traveled down the mountain, he has devoted himself to punishing evil and eradicating evil, but he just feels that this sect rule is too troublesome. He will kill immediately with his sword and never show mercy. Now that he thinks about it, he wonders whether he has hurt innocent people, and he feels more and more uneasy in his heart, "I...

...I’m wrong, I’ve brought shame on our master, please punish me, senior sister!”

Xu Xiandao: "You have a pure heart. Brother Yan did not accept the wrong disciple. There is no need for punishment. I think you have suffered enough here."

Tu Zhi'an immediately shuddered and looked at Hu Xinyue cautiously.

Xu Xian shook his head, "This sharp energy cannot be worn away. The spiritual energy just now can cleanse your whole body. I wish you can take a further step in the path of cultivation." After he became an Earth Immortal, his own spiritual energy was refined by Tribulation Thunder, and its quality was greatly improved.

It is of great benefit to beginners like Tu Zhi'an.

"Thank you so much... Mr. Xu!" Tu Zhi'an hesitated for a while. The other party discussed friendship with Yan Chixia and said that the eldest brother was not suitable. Qingluan stood beside him again, and finally let the original demon path

Changed to real person.

Xu Xian felt funny about this title, but he was also relieved to see that he knew his mistakes and could correct them.

Then Xu Xian watched Qingluan leave with his sword. Qingluan looked back and took another look, rising up with his sword and piercing the clouds. Although he felt reluctant to let go, he felt more peaceful, as if he had found his home. And Xu Xian promised that everything would be the same here.

So I went with Yun Yan to look for her in Sichuan, so that she could start looking forward to it now.

Tu Zhi'an looked at the sky with envy, wondering when he would be able to be so carefree, but he lowered his head and still had to walk and travel honestly.

"Master Xu, let me say goodbye!" Only this time, his temperament was much calmer.

Xu Xiandao: "The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening. You are a good material. You should sharpen it well in this world!" Although there are still some rough edges in your actions, as long as your heart is right, you can always find a right path. If your heart is not right,

All that is in vain.

Tu Zhi'an asked cautiously: "Master Xu, what is your relationship with Senior Sister?"

Xu Xian sent him away with the words "Children, don't mind your business!" and then sent him on his way.

Hu Xinyue said dissatisfiedly: "You still want to practice elixirs? If you don't practice, I will leave!" He was greeted all day long, and he took time to rest every now and then.

Xu Xian returned to the alchemy furnace and pondered silently. He had already heard about the battle between Fahai and Taiyin Zhenren at the palace banquet, and the result was not unexpected. If it was a normal fight, Taiyin Zhenren would not be Fahai.

opponent, but in this kind of gambling battle, Taiyin Zhenren is definitely better. The so-called genius is best at winning by surprise.

With such a result, Xu Xian can continue to refine the elixir with peace of mind. Now that Master Taiyin has sent away the Buddha Fahai, other challenges must not be a problem.

Xu Xian greeted Hu Xinyue: "I will go back to Beijing for one day in five days!" He looked at the sky and sighed, then fell into new thoughts.

Three or four days passed in a blink of an eye.

Tomorrow is the wedding day, and in Yong'an Palace, the maids are busy.

Princess Roujia hid in the depths of the palace, wearing gorgeous palace clothes, sitting quietly by the bed, staring at the paper crane in her hand in a daze until the sun set and the moon rose.

"Princess, it's time to go to bed!" the palace maid reminded.

Princess Roujia stood up, stretched out her arms, and asked the palace ladies to take off her clothes. Then she lay down on the big bed, letting the palace ladies cover her with a thin quilt and put down the tent.

In the darkness, she kept her eyes open until late at night. She closed her eyes and just accepted her fate!

However, a crystal teardrop quietly slipped from the corner of the eye!

The wide long street is bustling with activity on weekdays, but not a single pedestrian was seen at the moment.

In the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the avenue, countless people poked their heads and watched.

Faintly, the sound of festive gongs, drums and firecrackers could be heard.

"Coming, coming!" Someone shouted, and everyone looked around.

The sound gradually got closer, and finally the procession appeared at the end of the long street.

***Sprinkles the road, clears the water and purifies the land, King Wu clears the way.

Pan Yu is draped in red and colorful, riding a tall horse, walking in front of her. Behind her is not a sedan chair, but a gorgeous carved carriage drawn by eight red horses. Princess Roujia's figure can be vaguely seen in the layers of red gauze tents, holding a

A paper crane.

The noise of everyone upstairs stopped, and the procession exuded was not the joyful and festive atmosphere that ordinary people get when they get married.

Rather, it is an extremely gorgeous and noisy yet extremely quiet, luxurious and solemn temperament, almost a mysterious ritual.

This kind of atmosphere makes people dare not make any noise to disturb them easily. It is not until the motorcade gradually moves away that they can take a breath of air.

"It is indeed worthy of the majesty of the royal family. Weddings and funerals are carried out with a certain amount of etiquette!" an old man commented.

"This Mr. Pan Yupan is really loved by thousands of people. Not only is he a prince, but he also won the first prize in three consecutive prizes, and he even married a princess as his wife!" A scholar said with envy, even though there were countless people separated by him.

There were layers of tents, but the beautiful figure of Princess Roujia still captivated him.

"If I can get such a husband and such a wedding, even if I die now, I will have no regrets." A young lady said, with a face full of intoxication. She wished she could replace Princess Roujia and become the wedding host.

The protagonist. Even if this wish cannot be realized, it will linger in her mind for the rest of her life, and she cannot forget this dream-like scene.

At this time, Princess Roujia also felt as if she was in a dream. She couldn't help but put on beautiful clothes, couldn't help but step on a beautiful carriage, and couldn't help but marry a romantic gentleman.

It was as if it was operating according to some perfect rule somewhere, everything seemed so natural, without any stagnation, and everything seemed so unreal.

Let her exist like a bystander, and the real self has become irrelevant. As long as she follows this path, she can reach a perfect ending, allowing the prince and princess to live happily together forever.

They get off the carriage, go into the hall, bow to heaven and earth, and then bow to the high hall. After the couple bows to each other, they can be sent to the bridal chamber.

Being trapped in a beautiful dream is like a butterfly caught in a cobweb, unable to break free, and can only let the cobweb become entangled deeper and deeper.

How to break free? She is so weak and can't do anything at all. She becomes weaker and weaker, like the person she was before she met him, or she shouldn't have met him at all.

The night is getting darker and the red candles are weeping.

Pan Yu opened the door, put Zuiyu, who was as red as blood, into his arms, and looked at the petite figure hiding deep in the tent.

Pan Yu picked up the wedding scale, came to the bedside, and gently lifted the hijab, only to see that her beautiful face was already full of tears.

Pan Yu sighed lightly, without much surprise, but still asked: "Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Princess Roujia quickly wiped away her tears and tried to defend herself by saying, "I am happy". She opened her mouth, but the words were stuck in her throat, and she only came out with a string of incomprehensible syllables.

She was speechless!

Princess Roujia opened her eyes wide, "I, what's going on?"

In the past, she could not talk to others normally and always stammered, until one day she suddenly had the courage. But at this moment, the courage that filled her little chest had disappeared.

Seeing her sad look, Pan Yu couldn't help but feel pity for her, "Princess, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Princess Roujia shook her head desperately, tears falling again.

Pan Yu wanted to pat her on the back, but she pushed him away without saying a word.

Princess Roujia took a deep breath and suddenly shouted with the loudest voice: "You go, you go, I don't want you, I want Xu Xian!" It was as if she suddenly breathed in the air in the almost suffocating silence, and there was something in her heart.

Broken, painful and sweet at the same time.

Pan Yu couldn't help but be stunned. She actually said such words on her wedding night. Is this still the Princess Roujia she knew?

Princess Roujia's eyes were dim with tears, but there was no confusion in her eyes, "I don't like you, I really don't!" She only regretted that she realized it too late, but she no longer wanted to live like this anymore, she didn't want to be arranged anymore, she wanted to

You have to choose for yourself, even if all you can choose is a dead end.

Pan Yu smiled helplessly, "That's right!" Then she picked up the hijab and covered Princess Roujia's head.

Her eyes were dim, and Princess Roujia quickly took off her hijab. She opened her mouth to speak but was stunned. Xu Xian was right in front of her, looking at her with a strange expression.

Princess Roujia looked around, trying to find Pan Yu's shadow, and squeezed her eyes hard to make sure that what she saw was not an illusion.

"Are you calling me?" Xu Xian crossed his arms and spoke like a genie in a magic lamp.

Princess Roujia nodded blankly, "Is this a dream?"

Xu Xian's expression softened, she sighed with a smile, opened her palm, picked up the crumpled paper crane, flattened it carefully bit by bit, put it again in her hand, and said softly

: "I said, all wishes will come true!"

Princess Roujia looked at the crumpled paper crane in her hand. The expression on her face changed rapidly, ranging from suspicion, shyness, joy, and blame. There were more and more tears in her eyes, and she finally burst into tears and threw herself into Xu Xian's arms!
Chapter completed!