Chapter 491 Ambushing on all sides in the blue silk blood skirt
It's strange to say that Ji Xiaomo and Jun Wang, one appears frequently in the early stage, and the other appears frequently in the middle stage. Generally speaking, Jun Wang is described more and more delicately.
But why do I still feel that Yixiao Mo is the number one heroine, while Ji Xiaomo’s popularity and impression exceed Jun Wang’s. It’s so weird
Chapter 491: Ambush from all sides, blue silk and blood skirt
In the hall, the bride appeared.
The bride is the earth!
The bride is Ji Xiaomo!
In the hall, Zuo Wuzhou felt very regretful. He was at a loss and felt as if his mind was blank for a moment.
A voice seemed to be sent from the horizon: "What's wrong with you?"
Zuo Wuzhou turned his face blankly, and Ji Tong, whose face he didn't know was true or false, leaned over and showed a trace of concern.
With his lips trembling, Zuo Wuzhou gathered his mind, faded away the unspeakable complex feelings in his heart, faded away the anger and surprise, and said concisely: "Nothing happened."
Deep down in my heart, there seemed to be some boiling emotions, and it seemed that I wanted to flutter my wings and fly away into the sky and disappear.
Such emotions were so strong that it took Zuo Wuqi a long time to restrain himself: "What's wrong with me? It's a good thing that Ji Xiaomo got married, how could I be so pretentious? I have so much heart."
So close, yet my thoughts are so far away. My heart suddenly started pounding loudly.
He took a breath and swallowed the mist into his belly. He suppressed his heartbeat and said dumbly: "She is getting married. Get married."
Marry! This thought flashed through my heart, and all of a sudden, goosebumps appeared all over my body. It was really hard to understand what I was feeling in my heart. How could Ji Xiaomo get married?
She was originally an independent and self-improving woman, so how could she end up marrying?
Zuo Wuzhou always had the deepest impression that Ji Xiaomo was like a drop of ink on a white paper, unable to blend in with others. The white paper was like a prison. No one else could get in, and she couldn't get out.
Just like that drop of ink, she is eye-catching and stubborn, independent, and will never be moved by others. Just like that drop of ink is her life, so when the ink in her heart fades, she will never be clear. She will die, get hurt, and fade.
, but she won’t be with others, that’s Ji Xiaomo.”
That woman who was free from any restraint except hatred, who was always self-reliant and soaring into the sky, was the Ji Xiaomo in my memory. That Ji Xiaokui had prison-like hatred and a pair of invisible wing veins. Huiyu
There were many distracting thoughts, and Zuo Wuzhou sighed in his heart.
Maybe Ji Xiaomo has changed, he is always doing similar things over time, changing and changing again and again.
Until everything is beyond recognition.
Ji Xiaomo is no longer the Ji Xiaomo in his memory. It's going to rain, and Ji Xiaomo wants to get married. If you want to get married, get married. After all the distracting thoughts have faded away, Zuo Wuzhou smiles calmly, without any trace of emotion in his eyes.
Emotions are like a black hole with no abyss! But they can't get rid of that waterfall-like black hair in my memory.
The bride and groom were in the hall. The bride shyly covered her red headband with a graceful figure. No one could see her cold face and eyes under the big red headband.
Song Yinghao's face was red and he clasped his fists in greeting to the martial saints: "Song, thank you in advance for coming to my son's wedding banquet. It is Quanzi's honor that you all are here."
The younger soul monks, based on this statement, were already making noises at this time. The martial saints are already quite old, so they are naturally more reserved and will not talk nonsense rashly. They just smile and say a few polite words. At this time
, there are many martial saints in the hall. There are more than thirty martial saints in Wuyuan City alone.
There are also envoys from various sects, big and small. With the martial saints sent by Jiutian Sect and Thirty-three Earth Sects, about thirty martial saints have been killed. Adding those from other sects, the number of martial saints is actually no less. Song Kuangge, who was over eighty years old, stood side by side with the bride with a smile on his face.
Song Yinghao smiled and greeted again: "Speaking of it, in the past six or seven years, like everyone else, my life has not been easy. It's been very difficult." All the martial saints sighed in unison. No, it's really not easy. "At this time , to take care of the soul affairs for the child, but it is also to avoid bad luck. Song is grateful to everyone who is willing to honor me. From now on, we soul monks should be close to each other. This is what Song Yinghao said again. , it’s just that the Holy Martial Arts Master’s heart is filled with concern.
At the end, Song Yinghao said with a smile: "We, the soul monks, have experienced a great catastrophe not long ago, and it is time for us to move around each other more. I, Song, also want to take this opportunity to get together with everyone."
Song Yinghao's words gradually made the atmosphere lively. Someone among the martial saints laughed and said: "Brother Song, who is your wife here? She always has to explain it in a roundabout way. Let us take a look. Is it worthy of the Little Song Martial Saint?"
Tianjun Sect has a beautiful talk about six martial saints, and Wuyuanhui also has a talk about father and son having two martial saints.
Especially in the great battle, the new generation of Martial Saints headed by Wu Qingcheng and others rose like a comet, and their performance was extremely eye-catching. They were also promoted by various sects overtly and covertly to be representative figures, or banners, and so on. This is a common practice and a good way to build momentum.
Jun Lei, King Gaitian, and Zha Donglai are all figures who became famous at a young age after their cultivation and talents were confirmed, and were promoted as banners by sects. Such banner or leadership figures will at least be praised by major sects. one.
After the great battle, many famous and unknown martial saints became famous in one fell swoop and were very popular in the soul cultivation world. Song Kuangge was already known as a genius, and he was one of those who became famous in one battle.
Especially among the two thousand Martial Saints today, the old Martial Saints are getting older and older, and most of the new Martial Saints are taking pills. Only a few core geniuses such as Wu Qingcheng are natural breakthroughs.
Nowadays, the vitality of the Soul Cultivation World is severely damaged, and it will be impossible to recover it without thousands or tens of thousands of years. In other words, Wu Qingcheng, a group of new martial saints, will almost certainly become the masters of the future.
"That's it." Song Yinghao smiled and asked his son to step forward.
Song Kuangge, who was dressed in a bright red groom's attire, seemed to be full of joy. He first paid his respects and said: "My wife, Ji Xiaomo, I met in the Dharma Soul Realm about one hundred and eighty years ago. We fell in love at first sight, and we fell in love with each other. "Ji Xiaomo!" Ji Tong's face darkened, and he couldn't help but turn to Zuo Wuzhou, who was sitting quietly.
Song Kuangge's name has the word "crazy" in it, but there is no trace of madness in his expression. He said generously: "From then on... she and I fell in love with each other..."
"For her, I sent away all the concubines around me. For her, I waited for her for more than a hundred years, and finally waited for today." Song Kuangsang was joyful and looked at her affectionately: "I am satisfied to have her in this life.
"More than a hundred years? That's bullshit. I've never heard her say that before." Zuo Wuzhou thought coldly and laughed: "What's the point? She didn't refute, that means she really likes this person." "Bullshit." It doesn’t make sense.”
Under the red hijab, lips as red as blood spit out these two words indifferently and silently. Ji Xiaomo was extremely indifferent, and it was bullshit that they were happy with each other. Even if he was happy, he would not be happy with Song Kuangge.
Thinking about it, Ji Xiaomo felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and the more she sneered and froze. If they were so in love, how could they use the soul-stirring needle on her?
But it was a coincidence. Ji Xiaomo bit his lip sadly. He originally wanted to find out the whereabouts and name of his enemy in front of the worship hall.
Of course, Wuyuanhui probably didn't know her plans and valued her so much that the plan was far beyond her imagination. In this marriage, Wuyuanhui would never allow even the slightest flaw to appear. For this reason, Ji Xiaomo even kept it hidden.
What I'm afraid of is that the name Zhu Bu Mo will attract a murderer who is comparable to a saint.
Before she appeared, her cultivation had been subtly restrained by the Soul Confinement Needle. This mistake was all wrong.
Ji Xiaomo's slender hands touched the purple electric sword at her waist, showing her determination and determination! The red candle swayed, and the bright red bride's dress was like flowing blood. Song Kuangge fabricated a fairy tale of two lovers in the front hall.
Song Zhen was in the back hall, showing no intention of relaxing at all, and said coldly and solemnly: "There will be no room for any flaw in today's marriage. If any guests dare to mess around, just let it go." Song Zhen said coldly: "Even if it's Zuo Wu.
If Zhou comes in person, I will also deal with him personally with Yu Chaosheng."
Yu Mi smiled charmingly, with murderous intent: "If Zuo Wuzhou dares to come, that would be the best."
Song Zhen had lived for more than a thousand years, so he would not take it lightly. Although the Infinite Society tried its best to suppress the news about Ji Xiaomo, with Zuo Wuzhou's elusiveness, Song Zhen still had to be on guard.
Don't be afraid of a hundred thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality. No matter how well the news is blocked, if Zuo Wuzhou happens to come, then the number will be -0
This marriage is extremely important and concerns the future of the Blood Soul Clan. Song Pun will not allow a single flaw in his plan and will never allow anyone to ruin it.
For this reason, Song Pun even hesitated to order Ji Xiaomo to be restrained. The hatred of seizing his wife is one of the three major hatreds in life. Song Pun dared to buy everything and would never dare to gamble on this.
As long as the rice has been cooked, there is no fear that Ji Xiaomo or Zuo Wuzhou will fall into the sky.
For this reason, Song Zhen specially invited Yu Mi to come and have a baby. Ironically, if this marriage happens, Wuyuanhui will be able to break away from the cooperation with Yuan Yigu at any time, but She Mi and Wu Yigu have no idea about it.
"Today our Wuyuan will ambush from all sides. Even if Chuan Bubai comes, we still can't come or go." Song Zhen said gloomily.
I wonder if the "love between two people" described in Song Kuangge has touched and moved all the martial saints. For a while, the sighs and blessings of the martial saints were endless.
The emotions of the soul monk are inherently difficult to channel. Which martial saint has not lost his family members hundreds of years ago, and lost his family ties early. Looking at the world, only Zuo Wuzhou, a unique evildoer, can be a martial saint and have his family members still alive.
Therefore, most of the family ties of soul monks are rather placed on the relationship between master and disciple. Or they are placed on various eccentric hobbies such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Soul monks may not be heartless, but their love has been erased over the years and placed elsewhere. With similar cultivation and similar talents, it is actually extremely rare to meet men and women who are in love with each other.
Just like Zuo Wuzhou, he cultivates very fast. In this world, no woman can keep up with his cultivation speed. Once she cannot keep up, she will eventually lose her beloved.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult for soul monks to meet the right relationship between a man and a woman. It is not uncommon for Song Kuangge's description to touch the deepest parts of the hearts of various martial saints.
Ji Tong's colored contact lenses fluctuated: "Do you really want to sit back and watch this happen? That's not like you. If you had behaved in the past, you would have probably robbed someone and walked away."
Zuo Wuzhou was speechless: "She and I just owe each other something, and she is willing to marry, so what can I do." She is not the person I like. She is just two lonely people. Zuo Wuzhou Zhou thought, yes, it is not joyful. It should be.
Song Kuangge raised his face affectionately and happily, turned his back to the heroes, and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Mo, obediently follow me to worship. When you and I become husband and wife, I will never hide anything." "You. You know, I like you very much. No matter what you say, I, Song, am worthy of you. Why don't you fulfill my love."
"After today, if you want anything, I will naturally ask the ancestors for you. Even if you want to ask the ancestors to avenge you, it will not be a problem." Song Kuangge said passionately: "I even I can help you become a Martial Saint within thirty to fifty years. If you want to take revenge yourself, that’s up to you."
Blocking the heroes with his body, Song Kuangge pressed his hands on Ji Xiaomo's hands. Each of the hands belonged to one person, and they were pressed on the purple electric soft sword at his waist!
Song Kuangge's every word was full of emotion, and a trace of cold sweat broke out from his forehead. If Ji Xiaomo had an attack, this marriage would really become a joke. However, Ji Xiaomo's cold face gradually faded away, and the bare hands on the sword , and gradually slumped down. "Xiao Mo, don't worry. I, Song Kuangge, keep my word." No one noticed this good show that happened in front of everyone. The wedding was able to continue seemingly as a happy and warm ceremony. The wind blew, the candlelight swayed more, and the red hijab fluttered. After a delay, the wedding continued. Song Zhen wanted to complete the wedding quickly, but there were many traditions and rules in this marriage, which could not be avoided.
It also took a lot of time to complete some trivial etiquette.
Ji Tong and Lian Canghai observed secretly and saw that Zuo Wuzhou's eyes showed no abnormality at all. He was like a mountain of straw, but they did not notice anything unusual. Looking at each other, they both understood each other's intentions: "It seems that this woman is really just His friend, not his lover."
As firm as a rock, Zuo Wuzhou smiled faintly and thought in various ways: "What's going on? Why is my heart a little messy?"
"Like her? Of course not. She and I made it clear back then that she is just lonely and lonely. Jiang Chao's children are not so particular."
Zuo Wuzhou laughed and suddenly thought: "Perhaps, I don't want her to become a blood soul monk for revenge. After all, if we get to know each other once and step on the wrong path of blood soul, it will be difficult to turn back."
Unknowingly, he took something and played with it in the palm of his hand. Suddenly he came to his senses, and Zuo Wuzhou broke out in a cold sweat: "This is 'Lei Ji Bao'. I have never used it since I got it from Fuyun Treasure. Neither." I’ve used it, why do I still have it on me?”
At that time, I took several things from the Fuyun Treasure. Among them, the "Fire Tornado" was given to Jun Wang, and the rest of the things were given to other people. Only this "Thunder Storm" has never been used, nor has it been given to others. Why? Some people were overjoyed, others were miserable. Some people knew it, and some people were confused. A shout from the hall woke Zuo Wuzhou up: "Two newcomers, come! Let's worship heaven and earth!"
The loud voice caused the front hall to buzz. Just when the bride and groom were about to bow down, a belated aura of the martial saint suddenly came out. Song Yinghao and other people in the Wuyuan meeting were all lustful. Changed, showing a hint of solemnity.
This aura came very quickly and appeared in front of the hall in the blink of an eye. The person who came was dressed in black and coldly threw out a sign: "A certain family named Bai, a disciple of the Huntian Sect, and Grand Master Ji's uncle asked me to come and ask questions. Ask a question and decide whether to kill someone or drink wine."
The Hun Tian Sect arrived, and the heroes looked awe-inspiring. The Bai Martial Saint looked around coldly: "Uncle Ji Taishi asked, what is the purpose of sending an invitation to this sect." Whether to kill people or drink wine. It can be decided in one word. Okay.
Domineering and murderous.
This man had a look of solemnity and cold arrogance. If he said something wrong, no one would doubt that this man would kill someone on the spot and become the forerunner of the Hun Tian Sect's razing of the Wuyuan Society.
The expressions of all the martial saints changed slightly, and the expressions of Song Yinghao and other soldiers in the meeting changed greatly. Song Zhenran, who was sitting leisurely at the top, considered carefully: "I am posting this to your lord, one is for etiquette, and the other is for respect."
"I wonder if this answer can make Martial Saint Bai sit down and have a glass of wedding wine." Song Zhen said slowly and clearly. He was extremely depressed, and for a moment, time seemed to have frozen.
Bai Wusheng raised his head, showing a hint of arrogance, and said: "Uncle Ji Taishi said that you can eat wine, but whether you kill people or not depends on it. Just have the knife in your hand, and you are not afraid that you will have no head to chop off. As soon as he said this, all the heroes
I was secretly relieved. I never had an attack on the spot.
But Yu Mi, who was in the back hall, raised his eyebrows when he heard this answer. Dong Baizhan on the side sneered: "The Boundless Society really wants to do both ends."
Yu Mi was full of charm and smiled charmingly: "It's easy to make grass on the wall, but if the fire burns too fiercely, the wall will be melted. The little episode brought by Hun Tianzong was quickly submerged in the joy.
Just as he was about to continue worshiping, Song Yinghao coughed and cleared his throat: "Since all the martial saints are here, even the Bai martial saint of the Huntian Sect is here. Today I simply take the opportunity to announce an announcement." "Today is the day of Xiaoer's wedding.
, I, Old Song, am also old and want to have some leisure time." Song Yinghao said briskly.
"It just so happens that my son's wedding is a stable one. I, Song, will hand over the Boundless Society to my son in front of everyone today." Song Yinghao smiled with a smile on his face and kept paying tribute: "Please also treat me in the future.
Take some care of the child."
The martial saints were not surprised. From this point of view, everyone could see that Song Yinghao had this intention. It was a good time to seize this opportunity and talk loudly: "Yes, Song Xian's nephew is a talented person of the generation.
It’s time for a new generation to emerge.”
The whole hall was full of joy for a while, and Song Kuangge was really full of spring breeze and full of ambition. On the same day, he first fell in love with a beautiful girl, and from then on he was in great power in the Boundless Society, and he became a big shot on par with the banner leaders of major sects.
At a glance, one can feel that the eyes of all the martial saints have changed. They only feel that life is the most beautiful. But at this time, they are so happy that they are about to fly.
However, just when the martial saints were praising each other incessantly, an extremely discordant and cold voice suddenly appeared! "Young Master Song is now the president of the association, and he should be the leader of the Infinite Association." This voice.
, absolutely out of place, just like the sound of gold and iron, it has an unspeakable metallic feel
The heroes were startled and all looked at him. Song Yinghao remained calm and made gestures with his hands behind his back. Someone in the back hall suddenly passed the news and watched eagerly.
Song Kuangge just woke up from the extremely swollen orgasm. He restrained his emotions and forced a smile: "Naturally, I have the final say."
A man in black with a heroic temperament was as immovable as a rock, and said in a cold voice: "Today, I will come to settle an old score with the Wuyuan Society and ask for a person from President Song."
Song Pun and others were all furious!
Well, on the big day, someone actually dared to knock on the door!