"Mr. Zhao, there are too many vehicles ahead, and... there are many immortals on the mountain. Oh, by the way, today is the Taoist Couple Ceremony in Youshan. Let's stop the meeting temporarily."
Zhao Rong frowned and opened the curtains.
The carriage was driving under the secluded mountains in the east of the city, on a street not far away.
The side where Zhao Rong opened the window happened to face Youshan.
At this time, it is the month of autumn, and it is still as hot as the midsummer not long ago.
The curtains were blown by the strong wind, which was the sea breeze sent from the North Sea not far away.
He looked through the small window.
The pale yellow sunshine at noon pierces through the sea of clouds and spreads on the secluded mountains dressed in floral clothes.
The whole mountain is full of vermilion.
Under the bright sun, the colors are still brilliant.
This is the most eye-catching place in Duyou City today.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The secluded mountain is surrounded by fairy birds and flying beasts.
The feet are all tied with bright red ribbons, floating in the air.
A high platform is faintly visible on the top of the mountain several hundred feet high.
It is also covered in red.
From Zhao Rong's perspective, it was extremely festive.
Not far from the avenue where Lu Wan's carriage stopped, there happened to be an intersection going up the mountain.
The intersection was guarded by a group of uniformed Xianjia disciples, and it was decorated very solemnly.
They have cleared a large open space in front to facilitate the passage of distinguished guests.
This also caused the streets to become crowded, and the passing carriages were forced to stop, but no one dared to force their way into the open space.
Zhao Rong took a quick look and saw that there were indeed many monks in strange and well-dressed clothes climbing the mountain from the intersection.
There are groups of young women with colorful ribbons and colorful feathers, laughing and talking while climbing mountains.
There were two or three groups of distinguished young men in brocade robes, pointing to the top of the secluded mountain with their folding fans, and going up the mountain with their comments.
Zhao Rong even saw a little girl in a pink skirt with carved jade, sitting on the shoulders of a giant dozens of feet tall, swinging her calves and yawning as she entered the mountain, leaving a large group of maids and servants waiting at the bottom of the mountain.
They did not go up the mountain with their slave guards, but stayed at the bottom of the mountain. This was one of the reasons for the crowd at the bottom of the mountain.
And they all walked up the mountain holding gold posts.
Zhao Rong knew this, having heard Lu Wan say it.
Although the monks on the mountain can fly with the help of magic weapons or spells, according to the rules established by Youlan Mansion, unless there are some special circumstances, monks are not allowed to fly at will in Duyou City...
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while and then lowered the curtain.
Is this the ceremony of the two golden elixir monks?
It is indeed quite prestigious, and it is incomparable to the weddings of the noble families at the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of his wedding to Qingjun.
Well, I drank too much that day and didn’t have much of an impression.
But compared to this, it seems extremely ordinary.
but.
What remains fresh in his memory, even unforgettable in his lifetime, is the moment in the wedding night when he used Yu Ruyi to lift Qingjun's red head cover after awakening from the memory of his previous life.
The beauty under the red candles is indescribable.
There is no way to describe the heart palpitations I felt at the moment I met my beloved.
But it is still in my heart and often in my dreams.
The beautiful scenery at that moment was the most beautiful in the world.
As a groom, Zhao Rong is already very satisfied.
But now I feel ashamed when I think about it.
Because he is a man, but he did not give Qingjun an unforgettable wedding...well, the premise is that discomfort is not unforgettable.
After all, Ye Qingjun was very sad because the black jade medal that she had held tightly in her hand for three years slipped from her fingertips and left her.
Also making him a little ashamed was Su Xiaoxiao.
Zhao Rong felt that although Su Xiaoxiao had never mentioned it, he still automatically shouldered the responsibility of giving her an unforgettable wedding.
Many women long for the future and fantasize about rituals.
Yesterday, Lu Wan mentioned that someone was going to hold a Taoist couple ceremony in the vermilion flower forest on Youshan Mountain today.
Zhao Rong actually caught a flash of light from Su Xiaoxiao's eyes.
Not to mention the profile of that stupid girl when she stared blankly at the distant mountains.
Last night when he made excuses to tell her that he was going to the academy to study hard for her, although she was very sad, she must still be very happy in her heart. This stupid girl...
In the carriage, Zhao Rong was speechless.
If he made up his mind to practice hard in the first place, it was for his own interests and desires.
So now, wanting to live up to the sense of responsibility of these two women was another powerful push, which made him have some ideas and prepare to make some changes.
It's okay, Zhao Ziyu, it's still too late.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
"Mr. Zhao, look at this situation. We may have to stop for a long time. Anyway, nothing happens. I see some immortals around who have not gone up the mountain. They are using the magic of Mirror Flowers, Water and Moon to watch the scene on the mountain. If you are interested, you can get off the car and have a look.
of."
Outside the car, Lu Wan's voice interrupted Zhao Rong's thoughts.
He came back to his senses, took a breath, and responded casually:
"Forget it, I won't join in the fun."
If Xiaoxiao were here, he would probably want to see it and go back to accompany her. Now that Xiaoxiao is not here, he has no intention of watching other people's weddings.
"Okay, Mr. Zhao, how about... let me go and take a look? How about you wait for me in the carriage?"
Zhao Rong chuckled, "It's okay, just go ahead and I'll wait for you to come back."
"Um!"
After saying that, Lu Wan jumped out of the carriage briskly, and after a while, the footsteps began to move away.
Zhao Rong was sitting in the carriage, feeling a little bored.
He didn't want to join in the commotion outside the carriage and took out the Xumi object.
First I took out a letter that had been in the bookcase for a long time.
Mr. Fang asked him to send it to Linlu Academy.
It is said that it was written by the Great Master of Chu to his senior brother in Linlu Academy.
Zhao Rong checked it and found that the letter was not damaged and the sealing wax was not damaged, so he put it away again. The letter will be delivered today.
Zhao Rong sorted out the salutes in Xumiwu again.
Finally, I took out an ancient book with yellowing pages to read.
at this time.
The light inside the car is a little dim.
Zhao Rong held the open book in one hand, stretched out the curtains with the other, stared at the pages, and opened the curtains a little without turning his head.
The interior of the car suddenly became brighter.
Zhao Rong just took back his hand.
The car suddenly became dark again.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
Turn around and look.
It turned out that a group of people were passing by outside the window, blocking the light.
The clothes of this group of people made people feel extraordinary. They were talking about something, and only a few words passed into the car.
Zhao Rong glanced at it casually, then prepared to withdraw his gaze and continue reading with his head down.
But.
Just as he turned around.
Zhao Rong suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow and a red shadow flashing past.
He suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
But those two beautiful figures had already passed the carriage.
Zhao Rong was startled.
The white clothes look... a bit familiar...
only.
Before he could think about it further.
The next second.
A few words were carried by the cool breeze of the North Sea.
"Junior Sister Lingfei, please don't be impatient..."