Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 41 The Day of the Engagement

At this time.

A hoarse voice suddenly came from outside the window: "You're quite alert."

Luo Qingfeng was startled.

After a brief pause, he went over and opened the window.

Outside the window, a man with long hair dressed in a tight-fitting outfit stood there expressionless.

"Is it you?"

Luo Qingfeng naturally recognized him.

That night, when Nightingale dragged me to Linshan Village, I met him for the first time.

The long-haired man stared at him sharply for a moment, then nodded and said, "Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. He looks like a weak scholar, but he's actually a cultivator. No wonder even I didn't realize it that night."

Luo Qingfeng did not speak again.

The long-haired man glanced at him again and said calmly, "I'm not here today because of what you did that night. I've already punished Nightingale for that. I'm here because of Fatty Meng. He was murdered, and even his body was melted down."

The disheveled man stared into his eyes: "As far as I know, you had a grudge against him a few days before he was killed."

Luo Qingfeng said, "So, you suspect I killed him?"

The long-haired man's eyes flashed, and he said, "You probably don't have the strength to kill him by yourself, but I still need to check your body."

Luo Qingfeng frowned: "How do we examine you?"

The long-haired man said calmly, "Take off your clothes and let me take a look. His knife has a severe injury effect. If it had injured you, with your strength at the second level of the Open Heaven Realm, it would be impossible for you to recover so quickly. I only need to take one look to clear you of suspicion."

Luo Qingfeng narrowed his eyes: "What if I don't allow it?"

The disheveled man sneered, "Then I'll have no choice but to use force. In that case, your cousin's whole family might end up in jail because of you."

Luo Qingfeng fell silent.

The disheveled man stood outside the window, looking at him with a mocking gaze, without urging him on.

It was quiet for a long time.

Luo Qingfeng slowly unbuckled his belt, took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body.

The disheveled man frowned and said, "Turn around."

Luo Qingfeng clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it, turned around, and faced away from him.

The long-haired man said nothing more and turned to leave.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the room for a long time before raising his hand and slowly touching the wound on his shoulder from that day.

It's amazing, there aren't even any scars left.

Is it because of the physique after being tempered by the Four Stars of Creation, or is there another reason?

He didn't think any further, put on his clothes, closed the window, and continued his cultivation.

He hasn't gone out for the past few days.

The town is becoming increasingly populated.

With more people, friction naturally increases, and fights and bloodshed occur every day.

Wangxingcheng sent many government officials to maintain order.

He spent his days cultivating in his room, only going out to buy cooked meat each time before returning immediately, without venturing out of town again.

Before we knew it, it was the day before the engagement.

As evening fell, he finished his practice and was reading at his desk when a loud "boom" suddenly came from the mountains outside the town!

The entire town was shaken!

People thought an earthquake had occurred and hurriedly rushed out of their houses.

Luo Qingfeng also came out of the room and stood in the courtyard, looking towards the source of the sound.

Unfortunately, the outside of the town was exceptionally dark, as if it were shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see through.

Meanwhile, loud noises continued to come from afar.

It lasted for about half an hour.

As darkness fell, everything finally calmed down.

"It must be the tomb of a great demon that has appeared, right?"

Luo Qingfeng secretly wondered what was going on in his mind.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing has nothing to do with a novice cultivator like him who has just started and has no background.

The view extends beyond the town.

Clearly, the entire town has been locked down, and even if he wanted to leave, it would be impossible.

Just as I was about to go back inside, there was a knock on the door.

Then, Song Wan'er's gentle voice rang out: "Cousin..."

Luo Qingfeng looked at the doorway but didn't open it immediately. After a moment, he went over and opened the gate.

Song Wan'er, dressed in a pink dress and holding a red robe in her arms, stood outside the door, looking at him shyly, and said softly, "Cousin, this is a new dress that Wan'er made for you. We will get engaged tomorrow, and you can wear it."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at it with mixed feelings, then took it and said, "Thank you."

Song Wan'er smiled shyly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, and said softly, "Cousin, don't be so polite with Wan'er anymore. From now on... we're truly family."

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then stepped aside: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Song Wan'er shook her head, her face flushed, and said softly, "The matchmaker said that the man and woman cannot meet the night before the engagement. I came here secretly, so I can't stay any longer."

Luo Qingfeng didn't say anything more, his gaze fixed on her beautiful, shy face.

Song Wan'er's face flushed even more. She lowered her head, bit her pink lips, and whispered, "Cousin, don't you have anything to say to Wan'er?"

Luo Qingfeng paused, looking at her beautiful face, and said softly, "Wan'er, you are so beautiful..."

The girl blushed even more, and her eyes showed more joy.

Luo Qingfeng said, "Go back and rest early."

Song Wan'er raised her eyes and said softly, "Yes, cousin, you should also get some rest."

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Song Wan'er blushed and left shyly.

Luo Qingfeng stood at the entrance of the courtyard for a long time before finally closing the gate.

"tomorrow……"

He raised his head and looked up at the gray night sky.

"Tomorrow will probably be a cloudy day..."

That night.

Suddenly, a light rain began to fall outside the window.

The autumn rain, carrying a chill, dampened the houses and streets of the small town, as well as the mountains and forests dozens of miles away, and the people fighting there.

Of course, it's not just people.

The next day, the rain continued to fall, but the town and the surrounding areas had returned to calm.

That night, Luo Qingfeng slept exceptionally peacefully.

After daybreak.

He put on the coarse cloth robe he had brought from Linshan Village and went out.

He hung the brand-new red robe that had been delivered last night above his bed.

The autumn wind swept past the window and into the room, causing the red robe hanging by the bed to sway gently, just like the wedding robe that swayed by the bedside that night.

Luo Qingfeng boarded the carriage and left the town, heading towards Linshan Village.

A light drizzle was falling.

Some houses in the town collapsed last night due to the earthquake.

The woods we passed through were also in a mess.

Luo Qingfeng opened the curtain and looked at the distant mountains and forests. What was once a tall mountain peak had now been leveled to the ground.

Many of the dense trees in the mountains and forests have also collapsed.

Along the roadside where the carriage passed, there was a lot of garbage, food, clothes, and some broken weapons.

The driver was nagging as he drove the cart ahead.

"Something big happened last night, and you who live in the town didn't even know... I heard that a monster appeared on the other side of the mountain, and the city sent a lot of people to hunt it down. There were flashing swords and deafening roars. I live in a village outside the town, and I saw and heard it all with my own eyes and ears..."

"At midnight, a red moon appeared in the mountains, and then many things flew out of that place; they are said to be treasures."

"My old man's dog was killed by a flying sword. How terrible..."

Luo Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Is that sword still there?"

The coachman smiled bitterly, "It's long gone. Around midnight, many government officials came to the village to search for it and took the sword away. I heard that the city sent many more people out today to search everywhere, probably to retrieve everything that flew down from the mountains yesterday..."

Luo Qingfeng was secretly disappointed, and his gaze returned to the collapsed forest in the distance.

It's not just the government.

It is estimated that both the demon race and the monster race have dispatched many experts.

The coachman said again, "Young master, things are in chaos outside these days. People are being killed everywhere. What are you going to do in such a faraway place?"

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, glanced at the paper money beside him, and said, "To pay respects at the graves of Grandma and my deceased wife."

Upon hearing this, the driver didn't dare ask any more questions: "Oh, then this old man will hurry up and order, it won't be good if we miss noon."

"Snapped!"

The whip cracked, and the horse galloped away.

Luo Qingfeng lowered the curtain, looked down at the red jade in his palm.

The carriage bumped along, and it was almost noon when we finally arrived.

There is still some distance to the village.

However, the road was muddy, and the carriage could not pass.

Luo Qingfeng gave the driver the last of his silver, then got out of the carriage and headed towards the village.

The village was deathly silent, devoid of any life.

Luo Qingfeng entered the village, slowed his pace, and walked from one end of the village to the other, his mind filled with memories of his past life there.

At this moment, the memories of that girl are most vivid.

He stood at the end of the village for a long time before heading to the mountain valley behind it, braving the cold rain.

"Grandma, Zhao'er, I'm back..."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the misty rain, and looked at the grave ahead.

But suddenly, he paused.

There seems to be something new on Zhao'er's grave.

Upon closer inspection, it resembles a sword, stuck there crookedly.

(End of this chapter)