"How's it going? Is your injury feeling better?" Wu Ci smiled and asked.
"Well, fortunately, Shennong Hu helped me heal my injuries. I have maintained my foundation in the past six months. After a few more years of training, I should be able to return to my former self."
As Ning Bugui spoke, he took off a wine gourd from the cow's back, raised his head and took a sip.
"You want some too?"
"No."
Wu Ci smiled and waved his hand: "The succession ceremony is about to be held. How can I have the leisure to drink elegantly? After the ceremony is over, I can come and have a drink with Taoist brother."
"Too."
Ning Bugui put the wine gourd back and said with a smile: "Liang Yan is just a hands-off shopkeeper. You have to come forward to deal with big and small things in Wushuang City, but he has gone into hiding."
"That's not what you said. He is the city lord now. It is my duty to share the city lord's worries."
"With such a city lord on the stall, you will have to worry about something in the future!" Ning Bugui laughed, raised his head and took a few sips of strong wine.
Wu Ci shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Yongye City has sent people, Taoist brother is here this time..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Bugui smiled and said: "I have been expelled from Yongye City a long time ago. Now I am just a casual cultivator with nothing to do. I only represent myself when I watch the ceremony."
"I see..." Wu Ci nodded slightly.
Ning Bugui said again: "You must not take my ideas into account. I am not as good as those big sects. I have a limited fortune and I don't have such a precious gift!"
Wu Ci laughed and said, "Brother Taoist, you are just joking. You have given me enough face by coming, so what gifts do I need!"
Ning Bugui waved his hand again: "You can't say that. I'm not shameless. I come to your place to eat and drink? I brought some gifts at least."
After saying that, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it into Wu Ci's hand.
"I made a special trip to the South China Sea and brought a letter from an old friend to Mr. Liang. It should be regarded as my congratulatory gift."
"oh?"
Wu Ci took the envelope with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
He knew that Liang Yan was from Nanchui and had an old friend of his on a certain island. This letter seemed ordinary, but to Liang Yan, it was probably of great significance.
"Thank you, Brother Dao. I will definitely deliver this letter to the city lord." Wu Ci put the letter away, held it in his hand and said with a smile.
"hehe!"
Ning Bugui smiled slightly, lay on the back of the green bull, and entered Wushuang City leisurely...
At this point, almost all the monks participating in the ceremony have arrived.
Wu Ci did not stay outside the city and led several palace masters back to the city, leaving only a dozen Tongxuan Zhenjun to guard outside the city gate.
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Wushuang City, in a certain gorgeous palace.
Wu Xin is arranging Liang Yan's clothes.
Today, Liang Yan is wearing a set of luxurious purple-gold robes. The robes are woven from the sacred silkworm silk, and every strand is shining with a solemn luster.
The cuffs are outlined with gold thread and embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, which flutter in the wind and appear between the sleeves, as if there are real clouds lingering around you!
Looking at the waist, there is a black fairy jade belt, inlaid with various kinds of jade. It seems that various spiritual energy such as earth, fire, water, wind, etc. are flowing...
Wu Xin stood behind Liang Yan and helped him smooth out the fine wrinkles of his robe one by one. There was both joy and sadness in his eyes.
"That's right...what did you wear before? As long as you dress up a little, my husband will be the most heroic warrior in the world!"
"Wuxin..."
Liang Yan suddenly turned around and held her catkin in his hand: "Let's do it together..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Xin gently pressed his lips with her jade fingers.
"It goes without saying."
Wuxin's eyes were smiling, and he said leisurely: "After all, the human race and the demon race are incompatible. Although the saints have known my identity and acquiesced to my existence, the monks outside may not be able to accept it... If I take the role of the city lord's wife, I
If your identity accompanies you on stage and you are honored, it will inevitably cause you embarrassment."
After listening to Wu Xin's words, Liang Yan's eyes dimmed slightly.
This is absolutely true. The hatred between humans and demons for many years cannot be resolved...
Seeing him like this, Wu Xin's eyes became even gentler: "There's no need to feel sad for me. I don't care about my status, as long as you have me in your heart."
After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded silently and reached out to take Wu Xin into his arms.
In the dim palace, the two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's tenderness...
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there were footsteps coming from far away, and then I heard a familiar voice saying outside the door:
"City Lord, there are two things in this gift that I want to pass on to you."
This voice broke the atmosphere in the palace. Liang Yan and Wu Xin looked at each other and had to separate.
The witch smoothed her slightly messy hair, walked quickly to the door, and opened the side door of the palace.
Standing outside was Ning Xia, the current master of Bihai Palace.
"I'm disturbing you two."
There was a hint of narrowing in Ning Xia's eyes.
He blushed unintentionally and for no reason, rolled his eyes at her, and said angrily: "The auspicious time is coming soon. Is there anything else that needs to be delivered at this time?"
"Well... they are all the old friends of the city lord. We can't be the masters, so we should let the city lord take a look at it himself."
Ning Xia said as she handed a jade flute and a letter into Wu Xin's hands.
"Then, I won't disturb you two here."
Ning Xia smiled slightly, turned around and turned into a wisp of smoke, quickly disappearing into the corridor outside the palace...
There was a hint of helplessness in Wu Xin's eyes.
She lowered her head and glanced at the bamboo flute in her hand, and saw that it was as clear as jade and crystal clear, with blue sea waves painted on the surface painted by silver threads, flowing slowly on the bamboo flute.
"Here, your confidante is here to give you a gift."
Wuxin handed both the bamboo flute and the letter to Liang Yan, with a half-smile on his face.
The "confidante" she calls is, of course, Guan Youyue.
I'm afraid only Nan Youyue can make her so polite. If it were any other female cultivator, she would be called "slutty"...
Liang Yan sighed and reached out to take the bamboo flute.
I saw that the blue sea waves on the flute were lifelike, as if they were real, and they would rush out of the bamboo flute in the next moment.
"Is Qin Hai enlightened..."
Liang Yan murmured to himself.
In the "Phantom Sea of Sounds", the two of them played the piano and flute together and realized the mysterious sounds... It is obvious that Nan Youyue carved the waves of the blue sea on the bamboo flute to commemorate that scene.
Later, on the Huntian Ridge, Liang Yan gave his bamboo flute to Nan Youyue.
This time, it was more like Nan Youyue's return gift.
"Take it..."
Just when Liang Yan's memory was a little fuzzy, Wu Xin's voice suddenly sounded.
Liang Yan turned around and looked at his Taoist companion.
Wu Xin smiled slightly: "To be honest, I don't want to share my husband with other women, but she is a special case. Without her dedication, my husband might not have achieved what he has today."
After hearing this, Liang Yan's eyes showed a complicated look.
After being silent for a while, he sighed softly: "Nan Youyue damaged her foundation for me. After all, I owe her. Let's wait until this matter is over and see if there is a chance to make it up to her."
After saying that, he poured the magic power into the jade flute and it was quickly refined.
At the moment when he was refining, a puff of green smoke suddenly floated from the end of the jade flute. The smoke slowly condensed in the air, gradually forming a string of beautiful small characters:
"The shadow of the setting sun is getting longer as the emperor stands, and the music of the Yaoqin is played in the evening.
The world of mortals is like water, and it will eventually pass away. Once you wake up from a dream, you will sigh about the passing of time.
Here we go to the end of the world, where the mountains and rivers are vast, and our love is spread beyond the sky.
Feel free to do whatever you want, and watch the sea turn into mulberry trees with a smile."
This is a farewell poem.
Liang Yan and Wu Xin couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene.
Let's let the love thread go beyond the sky... It seems that Nan Youyue's love affair has passed, but she doesn't know where she is going.
"What a strange woman." Wu Xin nodded secretly.
Liang Yan sighed and put away the jade flute.
He took out the letter again and saw that the signature on it was actually Yu Xuanji!
Immediately, my heart moved, I opened the envelope, and immediately saw a line of familiar handwriting:
"Liang said to my disciple:
I heard that the Antarctic Fairy Continent encountered a catastrophe that caused the destruction of all living beings. I and your uncle are also heartbroken. It is a pity that our cultivation is limited and we can only preserve one sect and cannot participate in this war...
Fortunately, all the heroes work together and fight bloody battles. Man can defeat heaven!
And when I heard that my disciples had turned the tide and secured victory, I was really overjoyed!
We, the Yungang Sect, have a sword immortal! The sect has never been established before, and your uncle and I can be regarded as a glorious sect!
Nowadays, the sect is prosperous, and the newly recruited disciples are all impressive. Your uncle and I are busy with the important affairs of the sect, and we really have no time to spare.
Although your uncle and I cannot be here in person for this succession ceremony, we will burn incense and cook wine in the south to celebrate you from a distance!
Wish you a prosperous fairyland!
Master, Yu Xuanji."
After reading the content of the letter, Liang Yan's eyes showed emotion.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, the former Yungang Sect teacher still cares about him.
He took a deep breath, turned around, faced south, and bowed respectfully three times.
"It's almost time, everyone outside is waiting." Wu Xin walked over with a smile.
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded, and his expression soon returned to calm.
"I'm leaving."
"etc!"
Wu Xin said, taking a step forward and tidying up his clothes one last time.
She looked at it carefully for a moment, and for some reason, there was a tear on her bright smile.
"Go..." Wu Xin said gently.
"Um."
Liang Yan took a deep look at her, turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the palace without stopping.
This road is very long, as if walking through darkness.
Boom!
Liang Yan reached out and pushed open the magnificent door.
In an instant, the sun came in like a flood!
In the square outside, thunderous cheers rang out, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, one wave after another!
From inside to outside the door, there are simply two worlds.
In the bright sunshine, Liang Yan squinted his eyes.
I saw a staircase made of crystal in front of me. There were ninety-nine steps in total. At a height of ten thousand feet, a white jade platform was suspended at the end of the staircase.
There is the ceremonial platform for him to succeed as the city lord!
Around the ceremonial stage, colorful clouds were lingering, fairy birds were circling, and melodious fairy music echoed in the air, as if to welcome his arrival.
Outside the door, there are a pair of boys and girls, standing on the left and right respectively.
When they saw Liang Yan coming out, they immediately saluted respectfully, then bent down and made a "please" gesture.
"City Lord, please come on stage!"
Liang Yan nodded slightly and said nothing.
Facing the colorful clouds and fairy birds, he stepped on the crystal stairs and walked step by step to the high-altitude ceremony platform.
The ninety-nine steps seem like his past.
When Liang Yan stepped onto the last staircase, his mind was slightly in a trance.
Once upon a time, when he first came to Antarctic Immortal Continent, he was just a little-known casual cultivator, and he was even worried about how to pass the examination in Wushuang City.
Unexpectedly, just a few hundred years later, the casual cultivators back then would now stand at the top of Wushuang City...
However, this trance only lasted for a moment, and he regained his composure the next moment.
Stepping onto the podium, everyone was watching, and the cheers in Wushuang City reached its peak!
"The first step in succession is to bathe in the holy water and wash away the beauty!"
Suddenly, a loud voice was heard, and it was Wu Ci, the deputy city lord.
As the person presiding over the ceremony, he was standing on the podium waiting for Liang Yan.
Liang Yan looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then strode forward.
There were eight boys and girls on each side, all holding flower baskets with clear spring water floating in them.
Seeing Liang Yan passing by, they immediately sprinkled the spring water in the flower basket on Liang Yan, but Liang Yan did not dodge and allowed the spring water to pour on him.
Soon, Liang Yan passed the first ceremony.
He continued to stride forward, and saw a graceful female nun standing in front of him. She was wearing a pink dress, and she was like a lotus swaying in the wind. She was graceful and graceful.
But it was Xia Zhirong, the master of Linglong Palace.
She was holding a three-foot-long ruler in her hand. The ruler was like jade, with cloud patterns flashing on its surface, which looked very strange.
"City Lord, I'm offended."
Xia Zhirong bowed slightly and spoke softly.
Liang Yan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ci's loud voice sounded again: "The second step in succession is to follow the rule of Confucianism and Rule of Law!"
"One Ring: Kill mortals!"
"Second Commandment: Kill the monks in the city for no reason!"
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"Nine Commandments: Trouble the common people!"
There are nine commandments in total. Every time Wu Ci spoke one, the ruler in Xia Zhirong's hand lightly tapped Liang Yan's shoulder.
After nine clicks, Wu Ci nodded to Liang Yan.
The second ceremony was also passed.
Liang Yan strode forward and soon arrived at the center of the ceremony stage.
Looking around, I saw a sea of people below!
Every mountain peak, every square, and even every attic is already filled with people...
Not only the monks from Wushuang City, but also people from various sects who came to congratulate me, and even casual cultivators from remote areas, they all came here because of his reputation!
Wushuang City has not had such a grand event for a long time!
Wu Ci came to Liang Yan with a smile on his face and a folding fan in both hands.
"This is the folding fan used by the Lord of Linghu City. After the death of the Lord of the City, this will be the token of my Wushuang City. Only the one who holds this fan can succeed the new Lord of the City."
After speaking, he bent down and lowered his head in front of Liang Yan, holding the folding fan in both hands and raising it above his head.
Liang Yan stared at the folding fan.
After a moment, he smiled slightly and reached out to take the folding fan.
brush!
Liang Yan shook the fan and unfolded it, only to see four big characters written in wild cursive on the front:
"Wind and Cloud Unparalleled"!
In an instant, a breeze blew up on the stage, and the clouds rolled and relaxed.
The aura of wind and cloud surrounded Liang Yan, making him look like a character in a fairy scroll...
Wu Ci looked solemn, took two steps back, and then knelt down on one knee.
"Meet the city lord!"
At the same time, all the monks in Wushuang City, including the masters of Shura, Linglong, Bihai, Zhengyang, and Yunjin Palaces, knelt down together at this moment.
"Meet the city lord!"
"Meet the city lord!"
"Meet the city lord!"
…
A uniform sound rang out among the mountains of Wushuang City, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, soaring into the sky!
