Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

The yard was already filled with melodious string and bamboo music, and the lively sounds of playing instruments broke the silence of the night. The sun gradually hid underground, leaving behind a little afterglow. The orange light was like a vast flame, burning the blue sky.

Together with the layers of big red lanterns and the red silk hanging high up, it looks like endless joy, covering the entire sky.

The bride was helped out with a red veil on her head. Gu Jin walked into the wedding hall from the other side. The groom's robe was complicated and heavy. The circles of pearls and jade on his waist made crisp sounds when they collided. The tassels on his purse swayed with every step.

She strode into the wedding hall, revealing her boots embroidered with patterns in gold thread. Every inch of her body was carefully prepared.

"Please invite the bride~"

The ceremonial officer at the door sang loudly, and the people watching the ceremony were whispering as they looked at Gu Jin in the wedding hall.

Everyone has heard of Gu Jin, but few have seen him.

The name of Xiaoyao Sect is enough to arouse everyone's curiosity, not to mention the sect's first disciple, the best of the younger generation.

The maid supported Le Qisheng and walked slowly into the wedding hall from the corridor. The maid beside her handed the red silk in her hand to Gu Jin.

The silk was very well chosen, the color was an extremely noble bright red, the delicate and silky silk glowed with flowing brilliance in the afterglow.

Gu Jin walked closer and rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips. Despite the maid's urging, he did not reach out to take it for a long time. He was hesitant and looked up at Le Qisheng who was standing in the corridor.

It's just a play, it's over when it's over.

Finish singing early and end the show early.

Gu Jin, reach out and take it!!!

I kept persuading myself in my mind, but I couldn't lift my wrist.

Gu Jin felt that he had been deprived of control of his body.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the red silk, a silver light flashed by. Gu Jin subconsciously pulled Le Qisheng over and retreated quickly.

Perhaps because he moved too quickly, Le Qisheng's veil fluttered up, and the next moment it was pierced by silver light and nailed to the vermilion pillar beside him.

Turning around, everyone saw that it was a long sword. Because the force was too great, the blade was almost halfway penetrated. The hilt was still vibrating rapidly, making a faint buzzing sound.

However, Gu Jin saw it more clearly; it was Qi Jinglin's Immortal-Slaying Sword.

murderous look!

Violent!

It was like a cold spring water pouring down from the top of my head on an autumn night, chilling me from head to toe. The coldness climbed up my spine to the top of my head, and my hair was about to explode.

With every beat of his heart, he felt panic and guilty. Gu Jin looked in the direction of the sword without changing his expression. Qi Jinglin was standing on the eaves. The bright afterglow of the setting sun fell on his shoulders. The corners of his clothes were blown up by the evening breeze, rustling in the air. The man standing with his back to the light could only be seen as a blurry silhouette.

The light was blocked behind him, and the outline of his face could be vaguely seen through the darkness. Because of the unclear light, his figure was deep and cold, and his long shadow fell on the ground.

Or maybe it's really cold.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away, and the watery moonlight and the last rays of sunlight intertwined and slowly flowed at his feet. Gu Jin took a step forward and bowed, "Disciple greets Master."

He knelt on one knee with quick movements, and the people around him exclaimed when they saw his action.

Le Qisheng looked at the figure not far away, the look in his eyes was dark and unclear.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword moved and was pulled out from the pillar.

The red veil that was originally nailed to the pillar fluttered to the ground, leaving several layers of wrinkles.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword stood in the center of the yard, and the buzzing sound of the blade resounded throughout the Le family.

The elders who were waiting to be married in the wedding hall also came out, supporting each other. Shocked by the deep sword intent, Le Mingqin lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the eldest son at the side was quick to help his father.

The sword intent made cold sweat break out on his forehead.

"What's going on?" Le Mingqin nervously grabbed his eldest son's hand, looked up at the figure on the roof, and held his teacup tightly in his hand, with his fingertips turning white from the force.

Le Lingsheng, who was standing by, patted his father's shoulder soothingly and whispered about what had just happened, "Dad, the immortal from Xiaoyao Sect is here. I heard from my brother-in-law's brother-in-law that he is his master."

"Master?" Le Mingqin breathed a sigh of relief.

Just come to attend the wedding banquet.

"Please come in and sit in the seat of honor." Le Mingqin patted his chest, waved his hand to let the maid invite the person in, and turned around to walk towards the wedding hall.

Don't delay the auspicious time.

"Gu Jin!" Qi Jinglin said loudly, his voice echoing in the sky above Yuefu.

The coercive voice made the frail woman's face turn pale, and the servant with no foundation simply collapsed to the ground.

Many guests were forced to kneel on the ground, their faces pale and they could hardly hold up their bodies.

Le Qisheng looked up at the direction where the voice came from, and his expression changed again and again.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the maid lying at her feet, pursing her lips tightly.

Gu Jin looked up with a complicated look in his eyes, then he looked down at the guest maid lying on the ground, then tiptoed out from the corridor.

It's all for the power of immortal spirits, so there's no need to hurt others.

and……

Thinking of Su Jingchen who was hiding somewhere, a fierce look appeared in his eyes. Gu Jin stood beside the Immortal Slaying Sword and bowed, saying, "Disciple is here."

"Gu Jin, you haven't informed your sect or your master about your marriage. This is the loyalty, filial piety and etiquette you have learned over the years!" Qi Jinglin said in a cold voice, with a heavy murderous aura lingering around him. The heavy power made people breathless.

"Master, please forgive me. I dare not do that." Gu Jin lifted his robe and knelt on the ground. His knees collided with the bluestone slab and made a dull sound. His back was straight and he lowered his head respectfully. "But today is my disciple's wedding day. Master, please wait until later to punish me."

Wedding...haha, he is here to ruin this wedding.

Today he is the master and Gu Jin is the disciple. If he doesn't nod, what can Gu Jin do?

"I don't agree with what you are going to do today!" Qi Jinglin's voice was cold and arrogant, but no one dared to refute him.

He raised his foot and stomped hard on the roof; the buzzing sound of the Immortal-Slaying Sword was particularly harsh.

Circles of sword intent spread out in all directions, and the people who were originally pale fell directly to the ground, and some even fainted with their eyes rolled back.

Le Mingqin opened his mouth, but fell down before he could utter a word.

Le Lingsheng's face was not looking good either. He barely held onto the door frame and said, "Qi Sheng..."

Le Qisheng raised her hand slightly, took out the dagger from her sleeve, lifted her skirt and walked quickly towards Gu Jin.

We must not let Qi Jinglin take Gu Jin away.

Absolutely not!

Gu Jin looked up at Qi Jinglin, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Listening to Qi Jinglin's questioning, his blood rushed in his body, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He couldn't suppress his inner excitement, his eyes flashed with excitement, his breathing became rapid, and his thoughts surged like a tide.

Qi Jinglin is different. Is he marrying Le Qisheng because he is...jealous?

Anticipation and nervousness intertwined, Gu Jin couldn't wait to confirm, he tilted his head to glance at Le Qisheng, stood up, snatched the dagger from her hand, and put it across his neck.

"The disciple can only atone for his sin by dying!"

The sharp dagger flashed with cold light and was pressed against Gu Jin's fair neck. Just the slightest movement would result in bright red blood dripping down.

"Are you threatening me?" Qi Jinglin gritted his teeth, and the Immortal Sword trembled slightly.

Gu Jin did not retreat at all. He met Qi Jinglin's gaze with a firm and resolute look in his eyes. He spoke each word with emphasis, "Disciple dare not."

"Gu Jin!" Qi Jinglin's palms slowly tightened, and the stinging pain in his palms barely awakened a bit of his calmness. Staring at the dagger in his hand, Qi Jinglin exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes slightly, and softened his tone, "You promised in the ruins..."

Gu Jin interrupted him immediately upon hearing this. He raised his eyes with a sharp look, and his unyielding targeting brought about a hidden hostility. "Disciple has never promised Master. Disciple promised Yun Cang. How can Master be Yun Cang?"

Gu Jin's words made Qi Jinglin freeze in place, as if he was instantly dragged to the top of a snowy mountain. The chill breeze blew through every corner of his body, and his heart turned cold.

Yes, he promised Yun Cang.

He...is not Yun Cang.

Neither can it be.

Gu Jin took a step forward, and his words were so cold that they almost condensed into an ice blade, piercing Qi Jinglin's heart, "Master's teachings to me on the Unnamed Peak will be unforgettable to me forever."