Li Muchan glanced at the seats, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
These three seats are on the left. Opposite them sits Monk Xinjue, wearing a yellow monk's robe. When he saw him, he looked over, titheed him, and smiled slightly.
The two of them rescued each other from the fight two days ago and cherished each other.
Sitting under the monk Xinjue was a young man, with long eyebrows on his temples, like two swords thrust upside down, and red phoenix eyes like shining cold stars, with extraordinary energy.
However, at this moment, the young man's jade-like face was clouded with clouds, his eyebrows were straight up, and his whole person was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with cold water.
He didn't recognize this person and turned to look at Wen Yinyue.
Wen Yinyue said lightly: "Penglai Pavilion, Wang Xiaoyao."
Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "It turns out that Wang Xiaoyao is known as Xiaoyao's son."
The last time he went back to the mountain, he made up for his knowledge in the martial arts world. He knew all the outstanding figures from the seven sects, but he had never met a real person and couldn't match them.
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This Wang Xiaoyao is the first disciple of Penglai Pavilion. If nothing unexpected happens, he will also be the master of the pavilion in the future. He is called Xiaoyaozi because of his outstanding lightness skills.
There is no doubt that Landa Temple is the first one on the right.
But the other first seat was occupied by the Canghai Sword Sect. The other six sects were afraid that they would not be convinced. Li Muchan shook his head secretly. He had sinister intentions in arranging such a seat.
He raised his head and glanced at Head Nie, who was looking over with a smile, cheerful and friendly.
Li Muchan smiled at him and glanced around. Wang Xiaoyao from the Penglai Pavilion, Murong Hao from the Murong family, a young man from Xiankong Island, and an old man from the Wang family all looked over with wide eyes.
Li Muchan could still think distractedly at this time. Murong Hao's expression was as usual, showing no hostility at all, but with a faint smile. It seemed that he had no desire to avenge his elders.
The people from these major sects all had complex expressions on their faces, looking straight at this side.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, please take a seat."
Wen Yinyue glanced at him and then looked around. Without saying anything, she sat directly on the front seat on the left with an indifferent expression, as if it was natural.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Junior Sister Li, you also sit down."
As he spoke, he went to Li Yujiao and sat down. Li Yujiao hurriedly pulled him: "Senior Brother Zhanran, sit in front of me!"
Without waiting for Li Muchan to refuse, he rushed to sit down in front of him. Li Muchan had no choice but to sit between the two women, shook his head and sighed: "Alas..."
Although Li Yujiao is innocent, she is also smart. She knows that the seat issue is of great importance and cannot be retreated. Before coming, Li Yunqing warned that she can give in to anything, except the seat.
She originally thought that someone would bully her because she was young and wanted to fight to establish her authority, but she didn't expect that she would sit in the front so easily, saving her a lot of trouble.
When the three of them sat down, the eyes around them suddenly became sharper.
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Li Muchan smiled and shook his head. People in the martial arts world are very particular about their seats. Why fight to death? Just for reputation.
Now, the three of them are sitting at the head of the throne majestically, which means that after Landa Temple is the Canghai Sword Sect, ranking second among the seven sects.
They were naturally unconvinced. Even if the Canghai Sword Sect obtained the Dragon Slaying Secret Book, they would not be able to practice it in a short period of time. The Dragon Slaying Secret Book was so easy to learn and would not be snatched away or fall into the hands of the Canghai Sword Sect.
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However, Li Muchan defeated Monk Xinjue. They thought that they were no match for Monk Xinjue, and they had no chance of winning against Li Muchan. If they really attacked, they would only bring humiliation to themselves.
In desperation, they were angry and dissatisfied, but they could only stare and did not dare to vent.
The sound of blowing and knocking outside gradually stopped and turned into the sound of silk and bamboo, melodious and sweet.
Then, an old man in red stood at the door, full of joy, and shouted: "The newcomers are entering!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Xuefeng and a girl walked slowly into the hall.
Li Muchan was not familiar with the wedding traditions of this era. When his eldest brother married his eldest sister-in-law, he did not pay so much attention to it. There were only a dozen tables set up. Then his eldest brother took the sedan to his sister-in-law's house, carried him back to her in the sedan chair, paid homage to her, and that was it.
It's not cumbersome.
Now it seems that this is different. We have to get engaged first and then get married, which is very particular.
According to senior sister Wen Yinyue, the two can only meet each other after they are engaged. There will be no major conflicts. They can get married again after six months. If they really can't get along, they can cancel the engagement.
When Li Muchan heard this, his mouth opened wide. Such a strange custom was far beyond his expectation. He thought this era was conservative, but now it seems that it is much more open-minded than he thought.
In the past of our own time and space, the orders of parents, the words of matchmakers, there are many things that two people have not met before they get married. It is only their parents who make the decision. Many people only really see each other on the wedding night.
In today's era, it is a very enlightened custom to first get engaged and get together for half a year, then break off the engagement if it is not suitable, and get married if it is suitable.
Wen Yinyue also said at the time: "However, if there is no major conflict, it is rare to break off the engagement. After all, if you have been engaged to someone and then break off the engagement, it means there is a big problem and it will be difficult to find someone else."
Li Muchan thought for a while and nodded silently. Nothing in this world is perfect.
As the two people entered the hall, the buzz around them became louder, the discussions became louder, and people stared at the two people with wide eyes.
Nie Xuefeng is dressed in a sapphire blue gown, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like bright stars, and a handsome man like a jade tree standing in the wind. Even as a man, he can't help but admire him when he sees him.
Another girl is wearing a bright red satin robe, as delicate as a flower. Her eyebrows are lightly swept, her hair is like clouds, her eyes are round and bright, her figure is as delicate as a willow branch, and she is graceful and charming.
Li Muchan shook his head in admiration. No wonder Nie Xuefeng was satisfied. Such a gentle and gentle beauty can indeed make men pity and love her, and she can't wait to hold her in her hands.
He glanced at Wang Xiaoyao opposite him, shook his head and sighed secretly.
Wang Xiaoyao and the girl were afraid that they had feelings for each other, but they decided to fight each other. They were destined to have no connection, and the girl could only be Nie Xuefeng's wife.
The two of them approached slowly. Wang Xiaoyao clenched his palms tightly, veins on the back of his hands stood up, his body trembled slightly, his handsome face became twisted and ferocious, and he stared at the two of them.
The girl lowered her eyes slightly, looking charming, and followed Nie Xuefeng, approaching Master Nie step by step.
Looking at this young girl from a close distance, her skin was flawless and her skin was white and rosy. She was really alluring. Li Muchan secretly sighed that Nie Xuefeng was so beautiful.
The old man standing by the door raised his voice and said: "Tea for the newlyweds!"
The two walked to Nie Xuefeng and knelt on the ground. Nie Yinxia picked up the teapot from the side, filled two cups, and handed them to the two newcomers one by one.
The two of them held tea cups and offered them to Head Nie.
"Wait a minute!" A loud shout suddenly sounded, and everyone's eardrums suddenly hurt. The sound of silk and bamboo was suppressed and stopped abruptly, and the interruption stopped.
Everyone looked around and saw Wang Xiaoyao standing up slowly, clenching his hands and looking like a woman: "You can't get engaged!"
Head Nie narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his beard and smiled: "What advice does Wang Shaoxia have?"
"They can't get engaged!" Wang Xiaoyao took a step forward and looked at Head Nie proudly.
A shout came from below: "Young Pavilion Master, you are still not backing down!"
A short and thin old man stood up in a loud voice, standing a dozen chairs away, his eyes widened: "Young Pavilion Master, you will do anything and you won't back down!"
"Uncle He, Fengxia cannot marry him!" Wang Xiaoyao said solemnly, staring at Nie Xuefeng.
The short and thin old man stamped his feet and shouted: "Young Pavilion Master! This is a marriage arranged by the head himself. Why can't we violate it? Why don't we make amends to the head Nie? Sit down honestly!"
Wang Xiaoyao shook his head: "No, I will never give Fengxia away!"
"You are so presumptuous!" the short, thin old man shouted angrily.
Wang Xiaoyao said in a deep voice: "Uncle He, no matter what, Fengxia cannot marry anyone else!"
The short and thin old man stared wide-eyed and roared angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and sit down quickly!"
Wang Xiaoyao shook his head, turned around and said, "Fengxia is mine!"
Nie Xuefeng's face turned pale, and he turned to look at the girl. The girl lowered her head and remained motionless.
He said in a deep voice: "Miss He, what's going on——!?"
The girl raised her head to look at him, then lowered her head, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked pitiful. Nie Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, and turned to glare at Wang Xiaoyao.
Wang Xiaoyao sneered: "Fengxia is mine, Nie Xuefeng, if you want to get married, just marry someone else!
Nie Xuefeng's face was livid and he said coldly: "Wang Xiaoyao, you are seeking death!"
The hatred for killing his father and the hatred for taking away his wife were all irreconcilable. His anger surged like a tide and swallowed him up. He touched his waist, but found nothing.
Today is a big day, and he is not wearing a sword.
Wang Xiaoyao sneered: "Nie Xuefeng, do you want to take action?"
"Shut up!" Head Nie suddenly shouted, like a thunder, and everyone's eyes went black for a while, and they were busy working on their skills.
Head Nie stood up, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the two of them coldly: "You don't think it's embarrassing, but I think it's embarrassing!... Elder He, what's going on?!"
The short and thin old man smiled bitterly and clasped his fists in shame: "Master Nie, please forgive me. The young pavilion master and his childhood sweetheart may not be used to the sudden separation, so..."
"Childhood sweetheart! Hey, what a childhood sweetheart!" Head Nie shook his head.
The short and thin old man said hurriedly: "Master Nie, don't get me wrong, the two of us are only brother and sister!"
Head Nie looked at the girl who was bowing her head, then looked at Wang Xiaoyao and Nie Xuefeng, who were glaring at each other, and sighed: "After such a thing happened, I am really shameless!"
"Master Nie, calm down, this is a misunderstanding!" the short and thin old man said hurriedly.
He hurriedly took a few steps forward and came to Wang Xiaoyao. He pulled him and pulled him out, but Wang Xiaoyao stood on the ground like a pillar, motionless.
The short and thin old man had a gloomy face and suppressed his anger: "Young Pavilion Master, do you want to trap our Penglai Pavilion in injustice because of your children's affair?!"
Wang Xiaoyao frowned and groaned: "I can't let Fengxia marry him!"
"You...you——!" The short and thin old man's face was ashen and he gritted his teeth.
Wang Xiaoyao turned away from him and stared straight at the girl. He gritted his teeth and said forcefully: "Fengxia is mine, no one can take it away!"