How many times the group portrait is spring

Xuantianzong was covered with red gauze up and down. In the early morning of the wedding banquet, a large number of waiters poured in to help Ning Qing dress up. Ning Qing raised her hand and refused. Closed too.

He said he would come by himself, without anyone's help.

Ning Qing took off her white clothes and changed into wedding dresses. The red and black wedding dresses were extravagant and kept the proper etiquette. The red and black clothes seemed more suitable for Ning Qing than the light plain ones.

He picked up the pen and drew his eyebrows, and when the makeup paper covered his lips, Ning Qing said that he was doing his makeup really well, and he looked good.

The red gauze in the hall swayed gently with the wind, the candles were not very brightly lit, and Ning Qing was alone again, inexplicably, without the festive atmosphere that a wedding should have, but also with such a creepy coolness.

The golden embroidery on the wedding dress is also very ceremonial, matching the color of the pure gold crown.

Ning Qing pulled her hair back, looked at herself in the mirror, silently transformed her sword into a golden hairpin, and slowly pushed it into her hair.

The waiters who were turned away were at a loss, so they could only hurriedly inform the head's wife and the young head.

Yang Song, who was still asleep, was very dissatisfied with being woken up. He hugged Mei Jiao Niang in his arms and threw a pillow to his disciple, "If he wants to make trouble, let him go! He dares to regret the marriage in public."

Another lady who heard the news leaned in the arms of the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and deliberately lowered her tone: "Young Master Ning, you have entered our sect, and you still have to be petty? Put it in your eyes."

Master Yang frowned immediately when he heard what his wife said, "Pull this unruly man out to me, and he must be groomed!"

"This... this..." Tong Chuan's disciple trembled, "Young Madam closed the door, and the cultivation of the disciples can't break through his barrier..."

"A bunch of trash!"

"Forget it, husband, I'd better go and invite our future daughter-in-law in person." The wife in charge was acting as a peacemaker.

"Thank you, ma'am." Headmaster Yang sighed, Song'er of his family has always wanted anything, even though Ning Qing is arrogant and entered their Hengshan Sword Sect's door, would he still want to turn the world upside down?

"It's not hard, my husband. After all, Mr. Ning has a noble background, and it's not unusual to look down on our mother and son." The head's wife deliberately mentioned her background, which made Head Yang even more angry, "What kind of background is he?! How dare you do that?" Don't you take Song'er seriously?!"

"My husband, don't be angry, my husband, don't be angry."

"If he dares to shame our Hengshan Sword Sect today, I will definitely seek an explanation from Taoist Rong Xie!"

With Master Yang's words, his wife couldn't help but smile, what he was waiting for was his words, Ning Qing is so arrogant, she can't let her precious Song'er be suppressed.

When the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect and his wife came together, the disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect had more confidence in smashing Ning Qing's door, "Young madam! The head and his wife have come to invite you in person! You still refuse to open the door!" This door?!"

"Little friend Ning, just open the door. The hour is waiting for no one, so don't be self-willed." The wife of the head of the door always spoke nicely, but just as she finished speaking, the closed door opened without wind. .

The person standing inside the door was dressed in red, and the golden tassels dangling lightly added to the extravagance. He was born very well, with a touch of red at the end of his eyes, which made him even more stunning, and he was matched with the wedding dress. He lost all color in front of him.

They seem to have suddenly understood why the young sect leader has countless beauties, yet still yearns for Ning Qing, the number one beauty of Xuantian Sect, who really lives up to her name.

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It's been a long time since Yan Huai didn't speak. He used to be alone in a daze for a long time, but he wouldn't be in this state, lost in spirit.

"Your Majesty..." Rong Si hesitated to speak, Yan Huai treated him with great kindness, he only hoped that Yan Huai would be well, and he was the last thing he wanted to see Yan Huai like this.

"Your Majesty..." Rong Si didn't know how many hundred times he called, but Yan Huai still didn't answer him.

Until he changed his words: "Do you want to bring Ning Qing back?"

Yan Huai's eyes flashed, giving Rong Si the first reaction.

Sure enough, it was related to that person.

He should have known from the time Yan Huai held out the Nine-Tails Mo Lian that Yan Huai really cared about that person, but love and righteousness were torn apart, and Yan Huai, who loves and hates unclear, chose to retreat to Yan Zhi's side.

"Your Majesty... just talk to me, do you want to stop that marriage?"

"...Why should I stop?" Yan Huai was a little confused.

"Then why are you so depressed?"

"I... don't know..." Yan Huai's emotions are very thin, and it is difficult for him to have any emotions. This is probably the fundamental reason why he seldom cares about him. He doesn't take people seriously at all, let alone Take it to heart.

But there is one person who seems to be so different.

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, until Su Mei came out from the fireworks and said very casually: "You want to snatch a marriage, right? I'm good at it."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Yan Huai paused, but he didn't have the confidence to refute. The two people seemed to be right, and it was he who was hesitating and procrastinating.

"Don't procrastinate, drag your Taoist couple into someone else's family." Su Mei couldn't stand it anymore, and no matter how Yan Huai usually didn't like other people touching him, she pulled Yan Huai and walked a few steps forward, " Grabbing a marriage, hurry up, don't always play tricks, and do what we demon cultivators should do."

Looking at what Moxiu should do, this time, Yan Huai basically didn't do it. Fortunately, he is still the governor of Moxiu's first palace.

"Sister Su Mei, the Palace Master will punish you." Rong Si hesitated a bit, Yan Zhi was not merciless in beating the people around him, it was fine to beat him, what would he do if he was beaten together with the Fujun.

"It's okay." Su Mei didn't care much, and waved her hands to the dozens of disciples in the Seven Killing Hall, "If the palace master finds out, he will say that the palace lord forced us, and the palace lord can kill him even if they are two half-brothers. No?"

"..." Rong Si swore he didn't mean that.

But Su Mei had already left with her people, and Rong Si, who was very concerned about Yan Huai's safety, could only follow quickly.

As soon as they left, the courtyard became empty, and another figure embroidered with black and gold appeared, it was the palace lord Banquet they were talking about.

"Blazingly violating my order?" Yan Zhi was expressionless. "The marriage of the two factions can be described as a gathering of masters. They summoned dozens of people from the Seven Killing Palace and wanted to snatch the marriage? Naive."

"Hall Master Sumei also borrowed some staff from his subordinates..." Xuan Ye appeared with a guilty conscience.

"Is that why you support Yan Huai?" Yan Zhi narrowed his eyes.

"No, I dare not..." Xuan Ye's tone trembled, Yan Zhi didn't mind that the people around him had different ideas, but revealing it in person would be tantamount to courting death.

Pian Xuanye was still nervous here, so Yanzhi changed the subject, "Call Xuanjing over here."

"Are you trying to stop Fujun and Palace Master Sumei?"

"...No." Yan Zhi feels that sometimes talking to his subordinates is quite a headache. He thinks that his son's affair will delay his affairs, but why does this matter make these people think that he can eat Yan Huai raw?

He has cultivated such a clever, good planner, good doctor, and a subordinate who is only obedient to him for more than ten years. How could he kill Yan Huai just by talking about it.

"How can people in this seat be bullied by mere righteousness?" The Seven Star Sword gradually appeared in Yan Zhi's hand, and it was heard that the Seven Star Sword was as famous as the Dragon Yuan Sword held by the Shi Shen Rongxie in ancient times, and it was the sword master. Not known by name.

This day is an auspicious day, and it is also a day when wind and clouds will be turbulent.

The Xuantian Sect and the Hengshan Sword Sect were far apart, and most of the people who came to watch the ceremony were high-ranking people, Yun Jing refused to come, saying that she didn't want to see her senior brother marry a bastard like Yang Song.

The Qingxuan Taoist sat in meditation, only waved his hands and said: "Forget it, it's better not to go, it will only increase the sadness."

Under the dejection, only Jing Rong and Ning Jiuchen were left to go to Hengshan Sword School to watch the ceremony.

The marriage between Hengshan Sword Sect and Xuantian Sect was a big event, and it was also the first big happy event in the cultivation world in more than a year. Other sects and families also sent many people to watch the ceremony. Hengshan Sword Sect fell into unprecedented excitement.

The wedding ceremony of the Hengshan Sword Sect was also extremely well arranged, the red carpet was spread from the entrance of the mountain to the Chengli Hall, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect who came and went wore red for the celebration.

Xuantianzong and his party arrived in plain clothes, and they were still seated as honored guests. However, compared to the beaming faces of the Hengshan Sword Sect, the faces of Xuantianzong's disciples did not look very good.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Ning Qing married Yang Song. Yang Song is nothing like Ning Qing. If it is about family background, Jing Rong also said that the elder brother is like a father, and he is relying on Ning Qing. Is this Hengshan Sword School worthy of being compared with Ning Qing?

Before the lover arrived, there were already a gathering of guests. The wedding time was set at dusk, and it was still early in the sky.

Holding the teacup, Jing Rong casually glanced at the guests present, at this point, even if Zhe Lan wanted to regret the marriage, it was too late.

Ten miles of red makeup, the guard of honor is ready, on the steps, sits the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect and his wife, next to him are Taoist Rongxie and Ning Jiuchen of Xuantianzong, one is a teacher, a father of one generation, and the other is a teacher. Its ceremony.

Taoist Rong Xie's acceptance of the gift is tantamount to elevating Ning Qing's status, but when the seats were arranged, Jing Rong only said: "Zhelan's marriage, how could it be hasty."

Zhe Lan couldn't miss anything that other people had at their weddings.

The auspicious time is approaching, and the rituals and music are gradually starting. The frontline officials greeted the ceremony and cleared the way, and the beloved walked side by side towards the high platform. Because they were both men, the bride's hijab was replaced by a pure gold one. The slender tassels half concealed Ning Qing's face as a newcomer.

Ning Qing didn't show any expression during the whole process, he walked up to the hall and listened to the official singing.

"Worship to the high hall!"

Ning Qing didn't move, Yang Song paid his respects.

The originally joyous scene became stalemate for a while, Jing Rong held the wine glass without moving, but Ning Jiuchen reprimanded a little impatiently: "What kind of temper is it at this time?!"

"Master." Ning Qing cupped his hands and bowed to him, calling out to Master after a long absence.

"Brother." Ning Qing bowed again.

He withdrew his hands and stroked the golden hairpin on his hair, and said slowly: "Zhelan didn't come here to worship any high hall."

The golden hairpin in Ning Qing's hand instantly turned into a sword and pierced into the chest of the person beside him, but there was still no fluctuation in his eyes, he just pushed the sword deeper little by little, and said word by word: "Hurt me!" Beloved, you humiliate my master, you treat human life like trash, what right do you have to stand here?"