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Next, the ceremony of Chongliu Sect went extremely smoothly. Chu Mo became extremely famous for a while. Not only did he become the leader of Chongliu Sect with full legitimacy, but he also married his beloved.

Although the monks did not need to eat, Chongliu Sect still held a grand banquet that lasted for six days.

The banquet was filled with various immortal products, making everyone marvel at the wealth of Chongliu Sect. Little did they know that these were all from the private storage of Mo Wuji and Wen Yu.

After all, one of them is an old monster who has lived for who knows how long, and the other is the Demon Lord of the Demon World, so naturally he has countless good things.

After the ceremony, Chu Mo handed over Chongliu Sect to the down-to-earth and steady Liu Chongguang, and left his own substitute to maintain order.

Then he took Wenrou to travel in the mortal world. Now, the most important thing for him was to be with Wenrou.

Chu Mo and Wenrou were wearing mortal clothes, strolling on the bustling streets of the mortal capital like an ordinary couple. They held hands and enjoyed the ordinary yet precious time.

There was a celebration going on in the capital, and the streets were full of vendors selling things.

Wenrou stood in front of a stall selling hairpins, dazzled by the variety of handmade wooden hairpins.

Chu Mo waited quietly by the side, looking at Wenrou with eyes full of love.

Seeing Wenrou hesitating between the two hairpins, Chu Mo picked up one of them, slowly inserted it into Wenrou's black hair, and said softly: "If you like them, why not buy them all."

Wenrou tilted her head, looked at Chu Mo, and said coquettishly: "I like the cherry blossoms on this hairpin, but I also like the jade pendant on this hairpin, but there is no hairpin that has both."

Chu Mo smiled and said softly, "Look again, you will find it eventually."

She nodded gently, and her attention was soon attracted by the new stall.

Chu Mo followed Wenrou slowly, strolling with her.

After dinner, they came to the riverside and admired the beautiful night view. Wenrou leaned on Chu Mo's shoulder, feeling the tranquility and beauty together.

Time flies, and several days pass in the blink of an eye. Wenrou has forgotten the matter of buying the hairpin, but Chu Mo still keeps it in his heart.

One day, when Wenrou was sorting her clothes, Chu Mo suddenly walked up to her and handed her something. It was a wooden hairpin, warm in color and emitting a faint fragrance.

Several clusters of cherry blossoms are carefully carved on the wooden hairpin, and the petals are lifelike, as if they will fall in the wind at any time; and hanging on the branch of the cherry tree is a jade pendant in the shape of a water drop, crystal clear, like the first drop of dew in the morning.

Gentle eyes were instantly attracted by the hairpin, and a glimmer of surprise flashed in their eyes.

She picked up the hairpin lovingly, carefully examining every detail, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rising.

She raised her head, her eyes bright as stars, and looked at Chu Mo with a smile, and asked softly: "Brother, where did you find such an exquisite hairpin? It's really beautiful!"

Chu Mo smiled slightly and said gently, "As long as you like it." Then, he gently took the hairpin and carefully inserted it into Wenrou's bun. Wenrou tilted her head back slightly, feeling Chu Mo's gentle movements, her heart filled with joy.

The moment the hairpin was inserted into her hair, Wenrou felt a warm breath surge in her heart.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the hairpin in her hair, her heart filled with emotion. She stared at Chu Mo, a happy smile on her face, her eyes wide open, and said in surprise: "Could it be that this hairpin was made by Senior Brother himself?"

Chu Mo nodded slightly and answered firmly, "That's right. I engraved a formation on it, which can protect you at the critical moment."

Hearing this, Wenrou's eyes suddenly became moist, and tears blurred her vision. She blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears.

Wenrou took a step forward and hugged Chu Mo tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his chest, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, her heart filled with gratitude.

She felt extremely lucky to have such a considerate and caring senior brother. Chu Mo gently stroked her back, his eyes revealing a hint of pampering and love.

Chu Mo gently stroked her beautiful hair and whispered, "Come to think of it, I've never given you any gifts. Except for this hairpin, everything I have belongs to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Mo gently put an exquisite space ring on his gentle fingers.

The space ring contained all of Chu Mo's belongings. These treasures were enough to shock any sect. However, Chu Mo gave them all to Wen Rou without hesitation, because in his heart, she was more important than these treasures.

Her gentle eyes sparkled with happiness, her heart filled with sweetness and emotion. She coquettishly said, "I've heard that in the mortal world, some men would give all their wealth to a woman and only marry one person in their lifetime. I never thought I'd meet such a wonderful husband."

Next, they continued to travel around.

They went to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, where the small bridges, flowing water and houses made them feel the good times; they climbed the majestic mountains, overlooking the world, as if everything became insignificant; they also visited the mysterious ancient tombs in the desert, exploring the footprints of history.

Everywhere she went, Wenrou would record the local customs and their every little detail with pen and ink. Chu Mo would silently guard her side, protecting her from the wind and rain.

In this noisy world, they found warmth and peace in each other.

The realm that Chu Mo had not been able to break through for a long time actually underwent a quiet change in this peaceful life day after day.

One day, he broke through that layer of shackles without any warning, and his cultivation level directly jumped to the Mahayana stage.

However, Chu Mo did not tell Wenrou this news, but silently suppressed his strength.

He had long lost interest in ascending to immortality. At this moment, all he longed for was to be accompanied by Wenrou and live an ordinary yet warm life.

Soon after, they chose a quiet town in the south of the Yangtze River and decided to settle there. Every year, they would spend half a year in Chongliu Sect and then go to the town to enjoy the ordinary life for another half a year.

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps because Chu Mo's realm was close to ascension, all his worldly affections were used on Wenrou. In addition, it was difficult for cultivators to conceive, so the two of them never had their own children.

Fortunately, neither of them cared too much about it. They were content as long as they had each other's company.

Later, as time passed, Wenrou and Chu Mo walked through a long time together, until the cultivator's life came to an end. They always stood by each other and never separated.