real world

"The Real World" Author: The Knife is Sharp

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Can you be sure that the world you live in is real?

Why are there ancient memories related to the Great Flood all over the world?

Are the records about gods and various magical creatures in ancient books really the imagination of the ancients?

Heaven and hell... are they just myths?

The turbulent battle of the Conferred Gods.

Before the Zhou Dynasty, he was called the Human Emperor, and after the Zhou Dynasty, he was called the Son of Heaven.

An emperor through the ages is openly looking for immortals.

A magnificent and majestic real world is actually beside you and me!

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Chapter 1 marriage

night.

barren mountain.

Everything is quiet.

There is no sound of insects, birds, or frogs.

The air was humid and hot, as if a storm was brewing.

On the rugged mountain road full of weeds, a team suddenly walked out.

In front were two rows of girls in colorful clothes carrying lanterns, and the red lanterns gave off a faint gleam.

Many people behind him are surrounded by a tall and handsome horse.

Immediately sat a young man in a bright red wedding dress, but his head drooped, as if he had fallen asleep.

The one leading the horse was a boy with two eye-catching blushes painted on his pale face.

With a stiff smile.

In the end, there was a music troupe, the gongs and drums roared, and the suona was melodious.

broke the silence.

The team's destination is located halfway up the mountain, where there is an ancient building.

Row upon row, brightly lit.

Outside the courtyard wall, under the gorgeous gate, there are many people and guests, and it looks very lively.

Upon closer inspection, the group of guests were not well-coordinated in their attire.

There are long gowns and coats, as well as suits and leather shoes.

There are even generals wearing broken armor and swords at their waists.

There are many tables placed in the spacious courtyard, a stove lined the wall, and a group of cooks in white hats are vigorously turning the spatulas in their hands.

Fragrant.

The beautiful maid is carrying all kinds of delicacies, and the dishes are served like butterflies in flowers.

People dressed in costumes of different eras stood or sat, and those who smoked cigarettes were chatting and laughing happily.

Waiting to be seated.

Soon, this weird welcoming team came to the gate of the compound.

Stop there.

All the people at the door surrounded happily, and took the listless young man off the horse.

With the help of her, she walked through the courtyard full of guests and walked to the main room facing the courtyard gate.

Everyone along the way smiled and sent blessings.

Young people should not.

Inside the hall.

Bright red candles were inserted on the tall gilt candlesticks, and the candlelight illuminated the room as bright as day.

In the middle of the lobby sat a woman wearing a red wedding dress embroidered with gold silk and a phoenix, and covered her head.

A group of women chatted and laughed around, helped the bride up, and stood side by side with the young man who was sent in.

"Hurry up and pay homage!"

Someone in the yard shouted loudly.

"After worshiping, let's open the table quickly!"

"Good things don't take too long, just hurry up!"

"I'm hungry!"

A group of people were noisy, and the air was full of joy and festive atmosphere.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps were not heavy, but they seemed to disturb the people here.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The originally noisy and lively scene was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Following the sound of footsteps, a tall figure came from outside, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

Raindrops slid down the canopy.

Tick ​​tock, falling on the bluestone paved ground.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

The person holding the umbrella lifted the handle of the umbrella slightly, revealing a young and handsome face with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Looking around, he said with a smile, "There are a lot of people here."

Everyone in the courtyard remained motionless as if the pause button had been pressed.

Hilarious and spooky.

There was a light cough first in the main room, and then a slightly old voice sounded.

"The visitor is a guest, friends can stay for a drink after the young couple is married. Please don't be disgusted with the bouillon and vegetables."

Immediately afterwards, there was another whispering voice from inside: "But he is human!"

"To shut up!"

A slightly old voice scolded in a low voice.

Holding an umbrella, Song Xiao didn't respond immediately, but looked at the guests in the courtyard with great interest.

Men, women, young and old, with different hairstyles and messy clothes.

There are still ancient people wearing pre-Qin costumes and wearing buns on their heads!

Master said that this kind of scene is the most complicated, and you should be as careful as possible when handling it.

At this time, the guests seemed to understand that this "person" was coming for them and could see them!

Although it is unbelievable, the heart is full of shock.

But it's not interesting to continue to pretend, so they "live" one after another.

Either curiously or disgustedly looked at this uninvited guest holding a black umbrella.

Song Xiao looked inside, and said slowly: "I didn't invite you to come here, I hope you can forgive me."

"It's just that I was entrusted by someone, so I have to take him back. I hope all my good friends can give me some kindness, and it will be convenient."

Bring back?

Everyone in the courtyard was a little restless.

Even the cooks who were cooking couldn't help turning their heads to look at Song Xiao.

His eyes became indifferent and dangerous.

"My son-in-law, take it back if you say it? What are you?"

A sharp female voice came from inside, carrying strong anger.

Immediately, a biting cold wind suddenly blew up in the courtyard, as if it wanted to blow away all three souls and seven souls of people.

Swept towards Song Xiao!

In an instant, a golden light burst out from Song Xiao's body.

Like a scorching sun!

Huang Huang cannot be stared at.

Yinfeng disappeared without a trace.

Those around who were wearing costumes from different eras backed away in horror.

He looked at the man with the black umbrella in horror.

Clang!

The general in tattered armor couldn't help pulling out his saber from his waist.

The blade is sharp and bright, and the cold light is flickering.

Pointing at Song Xiao.

"Friend, I advise you to calm down, don't make yourself unhappy, and you don't want blood to flow here, do you?"

Song Xiao glanced at the tall man calmly, then turned towards the main room.

"With such a noble family, he must be a respectable person. If you want to choose a son-in-law, there will be a lot of people who will respond. Why do you have to do this kind of coercion?"

At this time, an old man walked out of the main room.

He was wearing a well-fitting navy blue suit with a white shirt and tie, and his silver hair was combed meticulously.

There is also a bright red flower on the chest, and the word "father-in-law" is written on the hanging red belt.

The old man's face is serious, not angry.

Looking solemnly at the golden light gradually fading from Song Xiao's body, he said in a deep voice, "Friend, I'd rather demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage. Are you sure you want to meddle in other people's business...take people away?"

Song Xiao looked at him and said, "Yin and Yang are separated, life and death are different, you must understand such a simple truth, why force it?"

"Besides, I'm not meddling in other people's affairs by using people's money to help people eliminate disasters."

With them, cause and effect have to be explained clearly.

The old man looked at Song Xiao, raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is it for money?"

"I have a house outside, and there are a few small yellow fishes in the safe."

"You leave now, it's yours."

"How dare you hide your private money, you bad old man? Tell me, did you prepare it for some little goblin?"

The shrill voice of the woman's indignation came again from the room.

The old man frowned, and before he could speak, the woman shouted again: "Why bother talking nonsense with him, he's just alone..."

"Shut up!" the old man scolded, then looked at Song Xiao: "A gentleman is the beauty of a man."