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Other senior brothers and sisters came over to congratulate Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming, and asked what gifts they wanted.

The eldest sister said hurriedly: "Isn't the first day of next month seven days away? Time is too short, there is no time to make wedding clothes."

"All of you stop surrounding Wanwan and Beiming. There's a wedding going on in the sect, and everyone has to get busy. Organizing a wedding involves a lot of things!"

"Everyone, get busy now, divide the work and cooperate, and make sure the wedding is a grand one!"

When the crowd dispersed, the dining room suddenly became deserted, leaving only Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan standing facing each other. Like outsiders, they watched this illusory commotion, and then returned to calm in an instant.

Yu Beiming spoke first: "Why didn't you object?"

Sang Feiwan did not answer but asked: "Why do you object?"

Yu Beiming was silent for a moment before he said, "Because all of this is a false illusion. I've already experienced a fake wedding once, and it was very painful, very painful..."

Sang Feiwan knew that he was talking about the time in the mural world.

That world will bring out the deepest desires in one's heart, making people sink into it and unable to leave the painting.

At that time, Sang Feiwan only saw Yu Beiming getting married in the hall through a few simple still pictures.

After leaving the painting, Yu Beiming was seriously injured and it took him a long time to recover.

It is indeed cruel to make him go through it again now.

So Sang Feiwan said, "There are still seven days until the first day of next month. Let's stay here for another six days. After six days, if we still can't find a way out of this situation, we will leave."

Yu Beiming saw deep attachment and reluctance in Sang Feiwan's eyes, but those emotions were soon suppressed and hidden deep in his heart.

He knew that deep down she was reluctant to leave so soon.

So, Yu Beiming smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

It was not until this moment that Sang Feiwan realized that Yu Beiming really looked like his master Gu Qingchen when he smiled.

Their smiles are so gentle, like the wind in March and the rain in April.

The spring breeze in March can melt the ice, the rain in April can nourish all things, and Yu Beiming's smile seems to be able to heal all wounds and dispel all haze.

During these six days, Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming tried hard to find a way out. Whether it was from the air, underground, or any other method, they could not get them out of this world.

It was as if they had truly returned to the past, to a time when all regrets had been repaired.

These days, everyone in the sect has been busy preparing for their wedding.

The eldest sister went down the mountain to invite the best masters and embroiderers to tailor-make wedding dresses for them.

The eldest senior sister thought that ordinary embroidery threads were not gorgeous enough, so she ruthlessly plucked all the tail feathers of the colorful phoenix and twisted them into colorful gold threads using magic. The phoenix wings that appeared were sparkling and looked very beautiful.

The poor rooster with a bald tail could only hide away and practice growing its hair, thus avoiding the ghost cries in the morning.

The second senior brother secretly encouraged Sang Feiwan to ask the senior sister to make a few more dresses, so that he could pluck more chicken feathers. Fengji was so angry that he pooped a big ball on the second senior brother's head that night.

With the joint efforts of all the sects, they finally prepared everything necessary for the wedding on the evening of the sixth day.

The whole sect was decorated with red and colorful decorations. There were wedding characters on every window and red silk wrapped around every pillar.

Even the big black dog in the backyard turned red with a finger from the eldest brother, looking very festive.

The fifth senior brother brought a large box of red candles and asked Sang Feiwan, "Junior sister, here are ten styles of dragon and phoenix wedding candles. Which one do you like? How about using all of them? Ten styles, perfect?"

Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Senior Brother."

Sixth Senior Brother carved a pair of dolls wearing wedding gowns; the man looked like Yu Beiming and the woman looked like Sang Feiwan.

"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, this is my wedding gift to you. Can you put it in the new house in advance?"

Sang Feiwan continued to smile: "Okay."

The eldest sister came over to pull Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming: "After all the hassle, the wedding dresses are finally ready for you! Go and try them on. If they don't fit, there's still time to modify them."

The wedding dress was indeed beautiful, especially the phoenix with spread wings on the hem, which looked lifelike.

The eldest sister looked at Sang Feiwan, then at Yu Beiming, and became more and more satisfied the more she looked: "It looks good, really good! Oh, tomorrow is your wedding. What should I do, I seem to be more excited than you."

"Wanwan..." She suddenly choked up, "You were still a little kid when you entered my sect, how come you're going to be a bride in the blink of an eye? Wanwan, I can't bear to leave you!"

Just as she was about to cry, the Ninth Senior Sister beside her interrupted and said, "Wanwan isn't marrying far away. She'll still be under our noses after the wedding. What's there to be sad about?"

The eldest sister suddenly realized: "Yes, how could I forget this."

So she wiped her tears, put on a stern face and told Sang Feiwan: "After you get married, you must learn to be steady and stop taking birds and catching fish with Bei Ming all day long!"

Sang Feiwan smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The eldest sister looked at her strangely, then turned to Yu Beiming and said, "This girl seems to have changed her personality recently. She is always noisy, and she can say ten times more than I say one thing."

Yu Beiming said: "Maybe he is getting married soon, he has become more stable."

In the evening, Gu Qingchen specially called the two of them to his side.

These past few days, Gu Qingchen's lips have never relaxed, he is truly happy for them from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he looked at Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming with a smile in his eyes: "A talented man and a beautiful woman, they are indeed a match made in heaven."

He took off the token from his waist and handed it to Yu Beiming: "This is the leader's token. From now on, Beiming will be the leader of our Tiangui Sect, and Wanwan will be the leader's wife. You don't have to make the sect great. As long as everyone is harmonious and happy, that's enough."

Yu Beiming did not take the token, but asked in confusion: "You are not old, why do you want to pass on the throne so quickly?"

Gu Qingchen stuffed the token into Yu Beiming's hand and said, "I've long been tired of being the head of the sect. Now I'm going to pass on everything I should teach you."

"I once promised your mother that I would take her to travel around the world when I had free time. Unfortunately, I was controlled by my master at that time... Well, it's useless to say these things. Fortunately, I found my son later."

"Now that you have both started your own families and careers, I can travel the world without any worries, fulfilling my promise to your mother."

That night, Gu Qingchen talked a lot to them. His kind and gentle eyes sometimes looked at Sang Feiwan, and sometimes looked at Yu Beiming.

It was not until after midnight that he waved his hand and said, "It's getting late. You should go back and rest. We have to get up at dawn for the wedding. Don't oversleep without the crowing of the colorful phoenix rooster!"

Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming both stood up, then knelt down together, and kowtowed solemnly to Gu Qingchen.

"Go back, and see you at the wedding tomorrow morning."

The door closed slowly, and Gu Qingchen sat on a high chair, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, as graceful as a banished immortal.

"Bang!" The door has closed, cutting off the line of sight between those inside and outside the door, and also cutting off the father-son and master-disciple relationship of that life.

Gu Qingchen said, see you at the wedding tomorrow morning.

But Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming both knew clearly that tomorrow's wedding would never come.