The day before the ceremony, the weather was clear.

Xuyun's eldest disciple Yuan Qingshi and his inner disciples welcomed the guests in front of the mountain gate.

Master Xuyun, the head of the sect, sits upright in the Qiankun Hall, drinks with a smile, and listens to the music.

The shui Bridge is covered with fiery red smoky satin, all the way to the main peak.

"The engagement ceremony was held at Huaweizong. When the registration ceremony was held, it would be held at the Wei family's ancestral home."

"In the blink of an eye, the red candle has grown up."

They talked about Chen Hongzhu, and seemed to care about her very much. Chen Hongzhu was still in the precepts hall and was allowed to go out tonight.

Wei Zhanyang was wearing a golden dress and led a group of Wei family members to stand at the bridge to receive blessings from the guests.

The etiquette was complicated, and the congratulations were boring. He laughed so hard that his mouth was stiff. He felt a little dizzy. Suddenly, he heard the Taoist boy from Huaweizong sang loudly:

"Xianyin Sect is here--"

Everyone woke up instantly and turned their heads together.

It was like a spring breeze blew on my face, waving the fragrance of flowers, making me feel refreshed.

"That's Miao, Fairy Miaoyan." Someone murmured, "We are all exposed to Zhanyang's light."

Wonderful smoke is not only beautiful, but also transcendent.

She is thin and tall, and today she is wearing a green gauze dress that is drooping to her ankles.

The lotus steps move lightly, and the corners of the skirt are like water waves, like a painting of ink and wash.

The boat is walking alone in a light rain, and the water is calm and smoke is growing.

Everyone was stunned but not just because of her.

Many people saw the woman beside Miaoyan for the first time.

Her skin is as jade, her lips are as red as pills, her facial features are beautiful but not charming, but she has long eyebrows and a straight nose, which is very heroic.

The gorgeous clothes sway the ground, the clouds are tall, and the golden steps are shining in the sun.

It suddenly appeared before my eyes, like a pair of thick painted peonies.

The two of them have their own strengths and are incomparable.

But the female cultivators behind Miaoyan all learned to dress her, and the dress styles and colors were similar.

At first glance, in the long scroll of ink and wash, a peony blooms brightly and ranks as the leader.

So the color of the ink and wash turns lighter, and only peonies can be seen.

"I only know that there are many charming and beautiful things in this place, but I don't know that there is such a beauty." Wei Zhanyang murmured, "It's a pity that I want to marry Chen Hongzhu."

"Fairy Miaoyan is indeed unmatched." Someone next to him said.

Wei Zhanyang shook his head and said, "I have seen Miaoyan before. I am the beauty next to Miaoyan."

People around me disagreed: "Although she is beautiful, she is cold and cold, with no smile on her face, which is far less gentle and perfect than Fairy Miaoyan. If I could choose, Fairy Miaoyan would be better!"

Although they were more than ten feet apart, their voices were extremely low and hidden, but they did not transmit sounds.

He Qingqing's ears moved slightly, his eyes turned, and he glanced at the indifferent Miaoyan.

The monk had a clear ear and eye. She knew that Miaoyan could hear it like everyone else, but she just pretended not to hear it.

It seems that the world of cultivation has a default, and comments on female cultivators do not need to transmit voices, just whisper and avoid it.

He Qingqing suddenly turned cold and shrank into an inch, and walked to everyone in one step.

"Ah." The maid behind her exclaimed and hurriedly followed.

Miaoyan's face changed, she stopped moving forward, and her brows frowned slightly.

The team of Xianyin Sect had to stop.

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what she was going to do, just now, Miaoyan, He Qingqing's man was particularly frightened.

He Qingqing said: "This fellow Taoist, Huaweizong Yaoguang Lake has frozen in winter and is as smooth as a mirror. Have you been there?"

"I haven't gone yet, what do you mean by the fairy?"

"Go and look in the mirror." He Qingqing shook his head, "Look at what he looks like."

"You!" the man understood and his face turned red, "As a disciple of the Immortal Yin Sect, how can you speak vulgar words!"

The female cultivator of the Xianyin Sect has always taken Fairy Miaoyan as an example, when did this kind of alien emerge?

He Qingqing said: "My master doesn't care about how I speak. Can you discipline me?"

"This fairy has just offended you." Wei Zhanyang saluted, "I apologize to you."

He Qingqing turned his head and looked at him: "You are Chen Hongzhu's fiancé?"

"It's...what is the fairy laughing at?"

He was originally angry that the other party was merciless, but he knew that his reason was wrong and had to show his demeanor.

But when the beauty smiled, the sword light and sabre shadow turned into soft fingers, and she was stunned for a moment.

He Qingqing smiled and said, "I heard that the 'hero post' you copied is already very similar."

In the past, when I was a student of Wen Yahui's calligraphy exam, if Song Qianji had not written a heroic post, it would have been Wei Zhanyang's Shibi Shu's book that was the most popular.

The Saint of Calligraphy invited all the candidates to read the letters on the Zhaixingtai. Wei Zhanyang had to accept it. He went home and closed his door to copy four broken poems. Finally, he practiced it, and the shape of the characters was nothing like the original one.

This proves that he is not inferior to Song Qianji.

At this time, Wei Zhanyang was very satisfied and coughed lightly:

"It's not difficult to write a hero post. If the fairy likes it, I'll write it to you."

He Qingqing smiled deeper and said quickly in a low voice:

"You don't like Chen Hongzhu, but you dare not disobey the engagement. This is because you have no courage."

"You want to be the young leader of the Wei family, but you have no other way to marry. This is a no-brainer."

"A person who is so brave and unscheming doesn't have to learn any 'hero posts'."

At first glance, the two of them were smiling, but the people around Wei Zhanyang could hear it clearly, and they immediately burst into anger: "You are bold!"

But he was stopped by Wei Zhanyang's sword.

After He Qingqing said that, she left, and Wei Zhanyang shouted, "Fairy, please stay, don't know..."

He Qingqing looked back at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The maid behind her called out tremblingly: "Senior Sister."

"Senior Sister Qingqing." Miaoyan's voice happened to sound.

"Let's go." He Qingqing turned around and left, her skirt was in the wind, without any nostalgia.

Wei Zhanyang watched her walk across the Shushui Bridge until she was covered by clouds and disappeared.

He said in a daze: "So she is the senior sister of Xianyin Sect, He Qingqing. I heard that most of the current spiritual stone mines in Xianyin Sect are managed by her. She has also trained a group of external confidants, no wonder she is not afraid of anything."

"You are proud of your kind and have been insulted by the female cultivator of the same generation. If you don't have any, you will be cured?" The people around you pushed him secretly.

Wei Zhanyang said: "You don't understand. She can say so much to me. She must be different from me and wants to attract my attention. Otherwise, so many people just looked at her, why didn't she come here to talk to me?"

"If Fairy Miaoyan hadn't stopped you, she would have hit you. Where can I treat you differently? Don't you like the arrogant female cultivator like Chen Hongzhu?"

"But she was born too beautiful, which is called 'only the true beauty of the peony', 'No matter how ruthless she is, it will be touching'." Wei Zhanyang said in a daze.

...

The bustle of the day dissipates, and the moon quietly hangs on the wall.

The new outer disciple of Huawei Sect has not yet been recruited, and the outer dormitory is as quiet as a tomb.

The path in Songyuan is deserted, with undisappeared snow traces among the deserted smoke and weeds.

The door was locked, the vermilion paint faded, and the copper ring was rusted green.

Chen Hongzhu walked out of the precepts hall and should have returned to the Liuli Hall, but for some reason he wandered here.

But I saw the old branches of peach trees scattered, the shadows of the trees cast on the white wall, and the lines were sharp and desolate.

There is also a woman's back on the wall, soft and graceful.

Chen Hongzhu stopped. Some people came earlier than her.

The man was wearing a gorgeous dress with red mallow, his black hair shining brightly under the moonlight, covering his shoulders like a waterfall.

Chen Hongzhu felt that the back looked familiar and was about to speak, but the woman had turned back:

"We're meeting again."

"It's you." Chen Hongzhu didn't recognize this face, but remembered the other party's voice.

She was stunned for a moment before speaking out: "Hello Fairy He."

He Qingqing stood in front of the steps of Songyuan, causing Chen Hongzhu to feel like he was changing in the world and changing in the world.
To be continued...