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In the early morning of the next day, there was a knock on Jiang Ziming's door. Jiang Wenhao gave him a wedding dress with a happy face, saying that he was going to wait for him to dress up. He took the clothes and turned around and closed the door. He has short arms and legs and needs someone to serve him, so he tied his hair with a red headband and fixed it with a hosta.

He was really dull, and the clothes were not dazzling. Looking at the red clothes in the mirror, he suddenly thought of Sun Yun's stunning face. He must look good in such gorgeous clothes.

"Master, do you need help?"

Jiang Wenhao asked outside the house, Jiang Ziming straightened his belt and pushed the door out.

Jiang Wenhao was stunned, since he came to Xuanyun Peak, he had never seen his master wearing a bright-colored robe, but today he suddenly saw him wearing red, which was even more dazzling than the usual Yiran Chuchen, master The appearance was absolutely unmistakable, the red set off the white complexion, and the eyes were as clear and moving as jewels in the snow. It was no wonder that those female cultivators were dreaming, and they couldn't see it more often.

Jiang Ziming saw him stunned, wondering, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay, the head is urging." Jiang Wenhao came back to his senses and said to him with a smile, because he is a fairy, so he doesn't have to come to pick up the marriage in person, and Fengxizi's master is not present, and there is a metaphor of intransigence Therefore, I invited Miss Feng to a courtyard at the foot of the mountain to be married. When the time came, I asked Elder Fenghe to pick her up the mountain. He only needed to go to the gate of the mountain to meet her.

There was red silk all the way, and the disciples stood watching from a distance. Jiang Ziming asked in a low voice, "Why don't you find out and I'll pick you up." Although it was a fake marriage, how would others think of the bride if the groom didn't pick up the bride himself?

"The head told you that you must go to pick up someone, so don't let anyone tell you." Seeing him quicken his pace, Jiang Wenhao hurriedly ran after him and explained to him, "Master, your status is different from that of Master... Miss Feng." , it may not be a good thing for you to praise her too much, the head said that you must be able to understand the reason for his decision."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziming slowed down, and he understood the truth that the full moon would lead to losses, but his thinking was too simple.

The Brahma faction was booming, and two big lanterns and many red silks were hung at the gate of the mountain. This posture was really grand. Jiang Ziming saw many people standing at the gate of the mountain from a distance, all of them were dressed in festive clothes, but they couldn’t see them. Sun Yun, he asked, Jiang Wenhao said he didn't see him.

"Didn't you see me this morning?"

It was strange to return Ying Ying to him last night. He woke up in the middle of the night to look at him, and then went back to sleep with peace of mind when he saw that he was fast asleep. It is really strange that he has not seen him until now.

Jiang Wenhao was also puzzled, when he went to call him in the morning, he was not there, and just as he was about to look for it, the headmaster urged him over, "Master, I'll go find my younger brother in a while, and go to meet my wife first."

After Jiang Ziming passed by, everyone saluted and congratulated him. He nodded as a signal, and fought side by side with Wang Zhengxin. He looked at the steps, wondering if it was because he was going to get married. Layers of pink petals, layers of winding red, two lines of faintly visible flowers and trees, wrapped with thick red silk, it is nothing more than the posture of marriage between gods and gods.

There are 140 stone steps. It is said that there were more than 6000. When Wang Zhengxin married his wife, he felt bad, so he cut more than 200 steps on the day of marriage, making up the number of his life, which became a good story. , so the Brahma sect later called the stone steps up the mountain the "love ladder", and later many elders would let them climb the steps when they punished their disciples. It took five hours to go up and down the more than 1 steps, and many disciples suffered a lot. Its harm is also called "the ladder of breaking love" in private.

Jiang Ziming felt like laughing when he thought about it. Sure enough, everything has two sides.

Wang Zhengxin watched the wind blowing over the floating petals, and said in a low voice, "Yinlan, if Madam is here, I think it will be better for you."

This indescribable sadness made Jiang Ziming look sideways at him. Wang Zhengxin was only in his 40s, his hair was already half white, and his eyes were often chaotic. He was obviously wearing a festive red dress, but he still looked a little lonely.

"That's good too."

As soon as the words fell, I heard someone announce "Welcome", followed by the sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers, shaking the sky, Jiang Ziming was standing among them, afraid that the Brahma sect on the top of the mountain would be shaken off. Amidst the noise, he saw a huge The spirit beast revealed half of its figure from the smoke of the gunfire, and when it got closer, everyone exclaimed, it turned out to be a white tiger with a man in red on its back, who must be the bride, and then on both sides of the white tiger is the procession to welcome the bride , headed by the elder Feng He of the Brahma Sect.

The marriage of this fairy is not ordinary, the beast mounts, the elder welcomes the bride, Miss Feng is really lucky.

When the procession reached the front of the crowd, Fenghe helped the bride down, and the white tiger lay docilely in front of the mountain gate. Divine beasts were rare, but it was rare for a fairy to marry, so everyone paid more attention to Jiang Ziming.

Feng He held the bride in front of him, "Xianzun."

Jiang Ziming looked at the bride whose face was covered with a veil, raised his hand to hold her hand, and said to Feng He, "Thank you."

The person received it, and the next thing was to worship, Wang Zhengxin yelled, "Everyone, please follow me to watch the ceremony."

The crowd dodged to both sides and followed Wang Zhengxin to the Hall of Inaction to observe the ceremony. Jiang Ziming held the bride's hand in vain, it was very cold, and the palm was wide, with well-defined joints, not feminine at all, but similar to his , he shook it impolitely, and always felt that the hand felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He walked forward, the road was covered with red cloth, petals were flying all over the sky, the silk and bamboo orchestra played, the breeze stirred the red silk, and he walked onto the stage step by step.

"Miss Feng?"

Jiang Ziming sensed that something was wrong, and she didn't hear a response when he called her softly. Many eyes were staring at him. He just guessed in his heart and didn't dare to lower his head rashly to see if it was Feng Xizi.

Arriving at the Temple of Wuwei, Wang Zhengxin witnesses the marriage, invites the guests to the table, and prepares to witness the happy event of the Immortal Venerable.

Now under the eyes of everyone, even if it is not Feng Xizi, he can only pretend that it is Feng Xizi facing him. Jiang Ziming gritted his teeth and held on, hoping that everything was just his wild imagination.

Wang Zhengxin: "One obeisance."

The people in Jiang Ziming's stands, but they couldn't see Sun Yun, their hearts sank.

"Second salute."

Where is Sun Yun going?Why don't you say a word?

"Goodbye."

He turned around to pay respects to the bride, suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and many people squinted their eyes and groaned a few times. The wind was so weak that it was about to fall, Jiang Ziming grabbed her hand to prevent her from falling.

After the strong wind passed, everything calmed down. The bride's red hijab was half lifted. Jiang Ziming raised his hand to fix it. A cold light flashed. He led the bride to dodge, the belt floated, the red hijab spun in the air, and there was a muffled "bang" , a piece of paper was shot into the door frame, everyone felt lingering fear, looked at the immortal and the bride, and were all stunned.

Jiang Ziming was also stunned, the person under the hijab really wasn't Feng girl, but he didn't want to be the apprentice he was thinking of.

Sun Yun looked at him with dull eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

With a sound of "hiss", the flower bag burst open, and the tidbits in the air rustled down. Jiang Ziming seemed to see Sun Yun blinking, and he was caught off guard by the tenderness in his eyes, who obviously always put on a bad face People, but he occasionally felt that he was looking at him affectionately, he must be crazy.

The petals are all over the ground, and the romance is a bit outrageous.

It took a long time for Jiang Ziming to recover from his fantasy, and tentatively called him, "Sun Yun?"

"What's going on?" Wang Zhengxin ran over eagerly, and when he saw that it was really Sun Yun, he was stunned, "How could it be Sun Yun? What's wrong with him? Where's Miss Feng?"

After asking three times in a row, not only he wanted to know, but everyone present wanted to know.

Sun Yun seemed to have been bewitched, no matter how they called him, he remained as indifferent as a piece of wood.

There was chaos on the field, no one was in control of the field, so there was a chaotic sound, a hustle and bustle, the noisy people's brains hurt, and Jiang Ziming was upset.

Feng He took off the letter paper on the door frame, unfolded it, frowned, and quickly handed it to Jiang Ziming, "The Demon Sect."

Wang Zhengxin knew that Jiang Ziming didn't like to make noise, so he only invited good friends from Xianmen to get married, and those who had to be invited were all old foxes who had long been listening with their ears up. If you can't calm down anymore, it's not just whispers and discussions, but all kinds of terrified expressions.

Jiang Ziming looked at the motionless Sun Yun, put the letter paper into his arms, glanced at some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and rushed into the stone in response to the sound.

Sun Yun was hit by the Lost Soul Curse, which is a spell commonly used by demons to control people. It seals all three souls and seven souls of people, and obeys commands like a walking corpse. Only by planting rootless flowers can the curse be broken. Jiang Ziming found out the relevant content from the memory of the original owner, but there was no way to break the curse, so he asked, "Is there a way to break the curse?"

Both Wang Zhengxin and Feng He shook their heads, and the other elders also looked sad.

All around were people watching the ceremony with flustered expressions. Jiang Ziming supported Sun Yun, and ordered in a muffled voice, "Dismiss the people first, and don't create panic." After speaking, he took Sun Yun back to Xuanyun Peak first, and followed him in response. fly away.

He helped Sun Yun to sit down first, and the person who was usually lively and lively was now being manipulated by others. Jiang Ziming was a little angry, but he couldn't say it to a puppet.

The letter said that Fengxizi was taken captive to the Netherworld, and Jiang Ziming was only willing to release him if he went to meet him in the capital city. Now that Sun Yun looked like this, he was really worried.

Jiang Wenhao came later and saw him with a sad face, "Master, do you want to take junior brother to the magic capital?"

Jiang Ziming had a headache, "How can he take it like this?"

Carrot went to the kitchen to clean the kitchen these few days because of the marriage of the Immortal Venerable. He just came back when he heard that something happened. Hearing the conversation between the two, he sniffed at Sun Yun, "Shouldn't it be enough to ask Yihun to come back?"

"What do you mean?"

Carrot jumped on Sun Yun's shoulder, raised the rabbit's head and said, "The demons have the methods of the demons, and the monsters have the countermeasures of the demons. Back then, the demons launched it. In order to deal with the Curse of Losing Souls, the elders of the demons studied it for hundreds of years. It took too long to find a countermeasure, and the secret method was incomplete, but it’s okay, the current soul-losing curse of the demons is not the same as before, and it’s not a problem to call back a soul.”

When Jiang Ziming heard it, he was overjoyed, "How to do it?"