The melodious sound of bells came from Dayu Guang Hanfu Land.
Like the sound of nature.
It's like the call from the deepest part of the mountains.
Calling for the echo of heaven and earth.
Bada.
A high-spirited young man wearing a golden and red prosperous robe stepped onto the steps.
The jade ladder in front of him towered into the clouds, and he had already reached the clouds.
What comes into view is the thousand-mile moon under the ground.
A large void mirror hung over the blessed land, illuminating all the monks in robes present.
The moon is reflected in a thousand miles.
The vast and cold realm.
Qionglou Yuyu seems to support more than half of the city's ancient Tianchi Yaotai.
Being in it is like being in a fairyland.
Yu Haofeng grabbed the young man's arm and said with a smile: "It's finally here."
After saying that, he pulled Meng Zhi and walked forward.
Crossed the Lingchi, walked across the long bridge, and climbed onto the round platform under the white jade.
Standing here, Meng Zhi received the spiritual attention from the monks of the Yu family.
Meng Zhi could feel his heart beating fiercely, not only because there were too many monks in front of him, but also because there were many senior monks from the Yu family sitting in charge.
Even more so because this is indeed a major event that affects his life, even Meng Zhi can't help but feel agitated and uneasy.
Take a deep breath and calm your heaving chest.
Meng Zhi turned to look at the host.
Tu Shanjun sat down safely.
This time, however, it was not the body of an old dragon, but the aura of a person who was at the peak of his transformation into a god and was even vaguely about to reach the level of a saint.
Meng Zhi, the Yin God, had seen it before, and it was the owner of the voice that once bewitched him in the Tower of Babel.
This time, the Master appears in such a Yin Shen body, which is enough to show that he attaches great importance to his important affairs.
Tu Shanjun looked calm, holding his sleeves and lowering his eyes, sitting quietly on the throne like a mascot.
After seeing his master, Meng Zhi's anxiety and nervousness slowly disappeared, and he raised his head and looked at the monks who were sitting not far away to watch the ceremony.
What caught my eye was a large crowd of people wearing robes. Some of them might be familiar faces, but most of them were unfamiliar monks.
But it seems like they are all related to the Yu family.
There are countless monks in Yu Haofeng's lineage alone.
Not to mention, if the people who came to watch the ceremony did not have a golden elixir cultivation level, they would not even be able to get to the banquet table.
There are so many people, not to mention recognizing him, and I am afraid that many monks have never even met him face to face.
Different from those simple families, big families are relatives who are related by relatives, and they are ranked according to seniority. In thirty-five years, a generation will become talented. Those who are talented can naturally continue to move up, while those who are not talented have to work for the family and get out of the family.
Your own comfort zone blends into the turbid world of mortals.
Compared with the core of the family and the geniuses with Taoism, there are more people with average talents, so it is necessary to attract young talents to join the behemoth of the Yu family.
As a result, more and more monks like Meng Zhi joined the Yu family.
If you are talented, then marry a girl from the more central Yu family. If you are not talented, don’t panic. There are also more marginal Yu family girls.
All in all, we will not let go of any potential stock that wants to join the Yu family.
Whether it is marriage or marriage, as thousands of years of assimilation occur, the number of monks in the Yu family will only increase, and their talents will become better and better.
If someone is lucky enough to have a Taoist body, that person will achieve Taoism, and chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven.
"Is this the monk who is about to woo a girl from my Yu family?"
"Meng Zhi."
"The most famous genius in the ancient city for hundreds of years."
"Now that I have broken through to the realm of the Venerable, my future is limitless."
"..."
"I heard that he has no background, and his only support is the spiritual treasures. Even the betrothal gift is provided by our Yu family."
Contempt flashed in the eyes of the monk holding his shoulders. No matter how talented he was, he still had to bow his head.
If it weren't for the other party's talent, the Yu family would not prepare these things at all.
"This is an old tradition."
…
A tall and upright man walked under the large hanging mirror in the sky and said loudly: "The moon over thousands of miles of mountains and rivers shines on the snow in my Yujia."
If you look closely, this person's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Yu Haofeng, except that the other person's spiritual aura is richer and more majestic.
One word fell.
The sky is shining brightly.
The heaven and earth seemed to be blooming with glory at this moment. The aura of the saint was overwhelming, as if the entire vast land was in his hands. It was as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea. People couldn't help but worship. Just standing there
There, it's like a towering pillar that cannot be looked up to.
Meng Zhi knew him.
Yu Haofeng's biological eldest brother.
The current head of the Jade family.
The realm of saints.
Yu Haoxuan.
"start."
Yu Haoxuan raised his hand and emitted a glare, and a jade statue appeared immediately in the void.
Legend has it that this man is the ancestor of the Yu family.
Yu Haoxuan took the incense and lit it respectfully. The three pillars of incense ignited and the smoke and clouds passed by, making it even more misty. Yu Haoxuan muttered the incense and dropped it on the big cauldron.
Yu Haoxuan read out the ancestral precepts of the Yu family.
"bye."
"The moon is full of jade."
"Goodbye."
The mountain calls.
All the Yu family disciples present were uniform, as if they had formed a tacit understanding after practicing countless times.
Like a tsunami roaring from the mountains, spiritual light arose and loud words burst out.
At this moment, the sky was clear and the most brilliant fireworks bloomed in the clear jade sky. The complicated ceremony lasted from early morning to evening.
dusk.
It's not yet dusk.
…
Yu Lingshu sat in front of the mirror, quietly admiring her appearance. The aunts and maids who were busy around her were all dressing up for her, and they were happy that she could marry such a young talent.
In fact, no matter what they think in their hearts, they must be happy on a day like today.
Yu Lingshu was even more delighted.
He asked happily: "Sister, does it look good?"
"It's very beautiful."
Yu Linglong smiled and praised.
Nodding with satisfaction.
Immediately, he stretched out his hand to help Yu Lingshu arrange the hanging bead curtain on her head.
She was indeed happy that her sister could find such a destination. Instead of waiting anxiously, she might as well let herself choose.
At least at that time, Lingshu was brave and she deserved happiness. Not to mention, the other party was a well-known genius.
Yu Linglong sighed.
She didn't know whether her choice was right or wrong. In fact, if she thought about it carefully, Brother Meng was indeed a good person.
Moreover, Tu Shanjun said he was her teacher, but he was not her master after all. She didn’t know how she would get along with her in the future. She could only let nature take its course as the teacher said.
Yu Lingshu, who drove away the maid and sent away her aunt, looked at her sister with some hesitation.
Purse.
Said: "Sister, I..."
Yu Linglong looked at Lingshu and said, "I know what you want to say."
"There's nothing I need to apologize for. It's better to say thank you. If you hadn't come to my rescue, I might not have been able to handle what I did that day."
"Don't have too much psychological burden."
Yu Linglong put her scallion-like fingers on her sister's shoulders.
He squeezed it gently.
Looking at the two people reflected in the mirror.
Yu Linglong smiled.
She also asked herself if she would regret her choice that day, and she felt that she would not.
She has a Taoist body, good talent, and her cultivation is still on the rise.
The future is still bright.
Yu Lingshu grabbed her sister's hand.
Just like she did when she was little.
Feeling the warmth from her palms, Yu Lingshu's eyes couldn't help but move, and she said softly: "Sister, your talent is better than mine. You will definitely be able to break through to the realm of divine transformation and go further."
Boom.
The sound of drums came.
Dusk drum.
It also announces the official start of the dusk ceremony.
"We should be ready too."
The hijab gradually obscures the face.
…
"let's start."
Yu Haoxuan waved his hand.
The contemporary patriarch of the Yu family serves as the witness, which shows that the Yu family attaches great importance to this marriage.
As the patriarch's words fell, the wedding officially began.
Fairy birds and animals are running around.
Watch the clouds roll and relax into long blankets falling down.
Just when everyone was immersed in the excitement of this grand wedding, they didn't know that on the other side of the high void realm, there was a young man who looked young looking across the void towards the person sitting on the high seat of Yaotai.
The red-haired monk above.
His big, smart eyes blinked, full of confusion.
"Does Ancestor know him?"
The middle-aged man standing not far away bowed respectfully.
The young man shook his head: "I don't know."
Then he said: "This is not his spirit body. I don't see any difference."
After saying that, the young man turned around and left, walking into the distance.
"It's a pity indeed." The middle-aged man sighed.
Tushanjun's sanity is frighteningly high, and he looks more like a monk than ordinary monks. Unfortunately, he is limited by the weapon itself.
The price required to break through the restrictions is too great, and there is no guarantee of success. The Yu family will not take such risks.
Even if the Yu family agrees, the son-in-law of the Yu family will probably not agree.
The best Taoist soldiers are enough as a foundation. As a weapon spirit, the red-haired monk will not die as long as the weapon is not destroyed, so he can survive for a long time. The accumulated things are enough to become a priceless treasure. Maybe he can't
It has full value in fighting, but it can be regarded as a humanoid hidden palace.
The middle-aged man sighed and left.
It was just about time for the singing ceremony to begin.
"Congratulations."
"100,000 Yin Soul Pills in the Divine Transformation Realm, 10,000 pills in the late stage to the peak of Divine Transformation, 30,000 pills in the middle stage, and 60,000 pills in the early stage. Hundreds of Tianxuan Qi Replenishing Pills, Ghost Soul Condensation Pills, Dragon Marked Blood Golden Phoenix
Returning Pill, Tiger Evil Golden Pill,... Geomagnetic Yuan Ti Pill, Taiyin Soul Returning Pill,... Five Elements..."
The monk who sang the ceremony looked at the list of jade slips in his hand, which was written in large format, and felt a moment of astonishment.
He heard that this uncle didn't seem to have a strong background.
"Three pieces of the best Taoist weapons."
"Ten pieces of Taoist soldiers."
"One hundred pieces of the best spiritual treasures."
"Thousands of top-notch magic weapons."
"..."
"The fifth-level top-quality talisman, the heaven-reaching talisman,...the purple gold talisman,..."
"Thirty-six top level five formations."
"Seventy-two fifth-level formations."
"..."
"Chimelong Sixty-one Square."
"Fifth level spiritual vein Tianyi Mountain."
"..."
Listening to the chanting, Tu Shanjun looked at the wine cup next to the table.
He has been blacksmithing in the Pei family for two hundred years, and has accumulated a lot of weapons, magic weapons and talismans.
It was originally planned to be used as a banner to lift up the soul.
With the Tiger Tomb, there is no need for these additional weapons and treasures.
Later, he killed several monks of the same level and replaced their treasures with evil spirits.
With the evil spirit, the Yinhun Dan can be produced.
Quan should support Meng Zhi’s practice.
"It's dusk."
Tushanjun murmured.
Dusk came and the bride came.
There is only one update today.
The old house at home needs to be renovated, and I have been busy these past few days, so the update time is a bit messy.
It's finally done, and I'll adjust it back to the normal update time tomorrow, as everyone knows.