After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 113

[Chapter 113 The Grand Ceremony Opens]

What he saw was a huge square paved with white marble. The north, south, east, and west were connected by a circular veranda. Zheng Wan followed Shizun on the veranda and looked out.

In front of the square, a square sword stand rose from the ground. In the center of the sword stand was a Tai Chi practice plan. Two yin and yang fishes, one black and one white, were attached to each other. Outside the Tai Chi practice plan, there were eight Sanqing sandalwood chairs lined up.

The sandalwood chair is still empty.

On the square facing Jiantai, there were quite a few people sitting in Xuxu.

In the front, there are two rows of long tables sitting opposite each other. The long tables have everything from high-level Yuanguo, high-level Yuanlu, and sixth- or seventh-level Yuanshi.

And after every long time, there is also a white-robed disciple of Guixu Sect.

After a few years, they went out, and they were disciples of various sects who were not qualified enough to sit forward and simply come to see the excitement.

This is the first time Zheng Wan has stepped into the Guixu Gate.

The Guixu Gate is completely different from the Yuqing Gate.

Yuqingmen pays attention to elegance, and you can see exquisitely carved pavilions and pavilions everywhere, with light gauze dancing. The Guixu Gate is much more simple. Along the way, there are no complicated and gorgeous decorations, and the ancient charm after the precipitation of the years is blowing.

Zheng Wan looked at the sword platform in the middle, and suddenly thought of Cui Wang.

The temperament of that person is very in line with this sect.

Zixiu glanced at the apprentice and waved her sleeves:

“arrive.”

Wuxuanjing Jianxiu, who was leading the way, also stopped, and he respectfully stood behind a long table:

“Master Dao, please take a seat.”

Only then did Zheng Wan return to her senses. The twelve Zhang Changji closest to Jiantai, her Yuqing Sect was indeed at the bottom.

“Jade beauty, beauty!”

A familiar voice came from diagonally opposite, Zheng Wan looked up and saw that Shu Jin was standing behind a middle-aged scribe, desperately waving at her, and couldn’t help but smile.

Daojun Zixiu took his seat and glanced at the other side:

“You know the book boy?”

Without waiting for Zheng Wan to answer, she commented on her own: “This offspring looks very good, not the same as his Aye.”

The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly:

“Zixiu, do you want to fight again?”

He gave birth to a thin and long face, single eyelid and thin lips, but it was better than white and pure, and the smell of books was so strong that people couldn’t help but ignore his too indifferent facial features——

But it’s really not like he can give birth to a son with the appearance of Shu Jin.

At the very least, Shu Jin’s romantic peach eyes and Nong Li’s facial features are completely different from him.

Zixiu drank Cup Yuanlu with a smile:

“Do not hit.”

Daojun Jingsu smiled beside him:

“Shu Dao-kun, don’t get angry easily on this great day, the ceremony will start soon.”

“Angry?” Daojun Shudao pointedly glanced at the side, and Daojun Dunwu, who had been squeezed out of the boundless list from Tianzunmen, came to the table, his face was black.

Daojun Dunwu’s face darkened even more, he rolled up his sleeves:

“Shu Yan, are you looking for a fight?”

“Fight if you fight, when this gentleman is afraid of you?” Shu Yan shook his feather fan, and sat quietly behind the long table.

“Come on!”

The Daojuns wanted to fight if they didn’t agree with each other. The Guixumen disciples were at a loss, but they heard a hearty “haha” laugh, and their own Tianhe Daojun came from outside with a sword:

“Which one wants to fight? I’ll fight you!”

When the Taoists saw this, they stopped angrily.

Daojun Dunwu was like a slack mimosa, muttering:

“Wuxiangjing came to fight with Wonderful Law Realm and bully people.”

“You come to fight at my disciple’s venerable ceremony, isn’t that also bullying?”

Daojun Tianhe doesn’t care about the shameless thing, they return to the Ruins Gate, and they pay attention to the ten times with one force.

Zheng Wan looked left and right when the Daoists were arguing.

After a while, she saw a lot of acquaintances, Mingyu, Qianshuang, Shujin, Jingyue, Guijing, ah—

Li Siyi.

He wore a pink robe and stood behind Daojun Tianhe, winking at her.

Just as she was about to say hello, Zheng Wan suddenly felt the heat on the top of her head and raised her head, only to see Daoist Tianhe’s gaze falling on her for a long time – just when she subconsciously wanted to smile back, Daojun Tianhe’s eyes fluttered again. slid away.

“Don’t be nervous.” Daojun Zixiu said, “Though Tianhe protects his shortcomings, he won’t bully the younger generation in vain.

Zheng Wan: “…”

No, she doesn’t want to.

Guixumen Jianxiu’s combat power can be known by looking at Cui Wang.

“It’s been three o’clock, and the ceremony of the venerable begins!”

The yin and yang fish on the sword platform suddenly came to life, and Daojun Tianhe lifted his foot and stepped onto the platform. At the same time, seven people walked from the square, wearing white robes from Guixumen, and the sword patterns on the robes were not clear. One, up to eight—

Zheng Wan glanced at it, and felt her eyes tingling, filled with tears.

Looking around, the lower-level disciples lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes, while the slightly higher-level disciples raised their heads in amazement.

“My Yuqingmen is only a wonderful magic realm, and the four peaks are all in the realm of knowledge. But you see, Guixumen, just these elders, the lowest is also the magic, the highest is still empty, and there is one who is about to sit. Mingguang didn’t come…”

Rao Shi Zixiu could not help but shake his head, “No comparison.”

Zheng Wan got used to the meeting, and saw that the eight Daoist and Xianjun had all taken their seats, both male and female, some were still young and some had gray hair.

“Sword please!”

But I saw a purple light rising from the sky, followed by a white light that was like a meteor, and two sword lights came suddenly, circling the sword platform for three weeks, and suddenly screamed—

The long swords in the hands of the disciples of Guixu Sect were out of control, and the tips of the swords tilted toward the sword platform together.

The same is true for expatriate disciples.

“Fufeng and Zidian were invited!”

Zheng Wan listened to the disciple who also followed Daojun and sighed, “When Tianhe Daojun held the grand ceremony of the venerable, when he was in Jianchi, he just asked for a green sap.”

“Mu Jianchi? What does this mean?”

“At the beginning of the establishment of the Guixumen, a sword pond was dug, and it has been passed down to the present, and there are countless strange swords in the sword pond. Every Guixumen sword cultivator must enter the sword pond to soak once. Take the sword. After ascending to the Wonderful Law Realm, you have to bathe in the sword pool again, in order to take the intention. Fufeng and Zidian, the former one, but it is said that Xianjun Fufeng, who has been promoted to immortality, has a personal sword, the latter one , is the life sword of Immortal Ben Lei. The two have been nurtured for thousands of years, and have long had sword souls. According to rumors, no monk has been able to invite these two swords at the same time. It can be seen—”

“No, look! Look!”

The man’s voice turned with excitement.

Zheng Wan looked back subconsciously, but saw Fufeng and Zidian coming from, thousands of long swords pouring in like dense ants, obscuring the entire sky—

This time, even the Daojuns who were sitting in peace could not sit still.

They all stood up.

“Wanjian Chaozong?!” Daojun Tianhe on the sword platform opened his big copper bell eyes, his face flushed with excitement, he patted his thigh, “It’s Wanjian Chaozong! Great elder, it’s Wanjian Chaozong!”

The Great Elder in the Eight Swords robe burst into tears:

“I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect that this old man could see this scene in his lifetime…”

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the thousands of long swords coming from the sky and covering the sky. They were placed under this long sword and could not move.

Zheng Wan forcibly suppressed Feng Long, who was about to emerge from her dantian.

At this moment, in the gloomy sky, a streamer of feathers protruded, and Wanjian began to tremble and roar. This streamer pierced the gloomy sky and shot from countless long swords. When it was close, the person who stepped on the sword appeared in front of everyone. Show the truth.

His white robe was loose, his black hair was slightly drooping, and he slowly stepped on the sword and fell.

The breeze blew up his robe, lifted his long hair, and a strand of black hair fell down, but it made the face turn whiter, like a sculpture of ice and snow, and the pair of pupils became darker and colder, like an inhumane god and Buddha. .

Wan Jian roared and stopped.

Cui Wang.

He seemed colder.

Zheng Wan withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him.