Volume 1 The Gifted Spirit Child Chapter 38 Owes a Wedding

"Teach the real person, now, Yang Yi should have a room with Xue'er, but Xian'er still hasn't figured it out, what's the point of doing this?"

Standing behind Baimei Zhenren, seeing Baimei Zhenren holding this classic and flipping through it page by page, Cheng Xian'er couldn't help but ask again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Well, Xian'er, do you know what is the best way to keep someone?"

The white-eyed real person didn't answer the question, picked up the tea on the stone table, and took a small sip.

Keep someone? Cheng Xian'er was a little puzzled, Yang Yi was originally a disciple of Daoming Sect, why did he want to stay, could it be that he could still run away?

"The meaning of the real person in charge of the real person is ......"

"Xian'er, Yang Yi is a rare genius."

Baimei Zhenren opened his mouth faintly, put the classic book in his hand on the stone table, got up and said: "Whether it is the speed of cultivation, or the talent of the formation, more importantly, he has a decisive and brave and fearless heart, in time, he will definitely soar into the sky." ā€

"Yes, Yang Yi is a talent, but he is also a disciple of my Dao Ming Sect, why ......?"

Waving his hand with his back to Cheng Xian'er, the white-eyed real person shook his head lightly: "Yang Yi still has a lot of secrets that we don't know, even if he is still a disciple of our Dao Ming Sect, however, no one can say anything about the future." ā€

"Moreover, I went to see the elders in retreat a few days ago, and half an hour could not wake up the elders and bring back the worms. It's better to push the boat with the current, anyway, the two of them are in love, so why do they have to do that useless thing. ā€

Cheng Xian'er nodded, and her brows furrowed. If you want to tie a talent firmly to your chariot, tying up his person is the best policy, and tying his heart is the best policy, as long as he keeps Lu Xue by his side, then Yang Yi will not leave Dao Mingzong.

This time, Yang Yi and Li Luxue had a round house in such a situation, although it was out of helplessness and would bring some regrets to the two, but from another point of view, it may not be a bad thing.

The white-eyed real person turned around, picked up the teacup from the stone table, drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, and then continued: "How about Lu Xue's talent? ā€

"Cher's talent doesn't stand out."

Cheng Xian'er thought for a while: "However, it may be influenced by Yang Yi, who is very hard working and very attentive, and if it goes on like this, the achievement will not be too low." ā€

Nodding slightly, the white-eyed real person said pointedly: "I heard that she has a good relationship with the young valley master of Qiquan Valley, and after Ye Gujian and the young valley master get married, you can let her go to Qiquan Valley more." ā€

Hearing the sound of the qin, Cheng Xian'er chuckled lightly and nodded yes.

And in the hut from the dew and snow, at this moment, it is a strong love and honey, a piece of spring.

Luo shirt lightly, such as caressing the red lotus, heavy for fear of hurting the pink petals, light, and difficult to suppress the pink attachment.

"Cher's ......"

A light call, wanting to awaken the vague consciousness of the person in his heart.

"Cher's ......"

Calling lightly again, a little uneasy, a little regretful.

"Cher's ......"

Another light call, I couldn't help it, a trace of tears, fell on the shoulder.

Touching a trace of warmth, the delicate body trembled slightly, and a piece of snow white came into view, like a hibiscus out of water, a little bit, melting a heart full of hatred.

The red lips were warm, like beads falling on the jade plate, little by little, until the jade body of Hengchen was kissed without leakage.

"Yang Yi ......"

Vague expectations, slightly closed eyes, when you see the person in front of you clearly, there is a trace of joy, there is a trace of shyness, but the heat in the heart is like an erupting volcano.

The lips are connected, there is no longer a need for words, and the closest distance between the heart and the heart is not holding hands, but, I understand you.

The jade hand was raised lightly, although it was a little weak, but it still wiped away a trace of tears on the face of the man in front of him.

"I'm going to be your woman."

It seems that the general ordered that, despite countless tenderness, the Jin Ge Iron Horse still needs to gallop on the battlefield.

A soft groan, I have you, you have me.

A burst of rhythm, maybe there is no endless joy, but when a little red falls, a promise has been made.

"Senior brother, let's go back, Yang Yi has already gone in, guarding outside, what's the matter?"

Du Youshu glanced at the closed door and couldn't help but speak.

Chang Sutian pondered for a moment and looked at Li Ruoxuan. With a slightly red face, Li Ruoxuan certainly understood what Chang Sutian meant, and nodded lightly.

"Okay, Miss Xuan'er, I'll send you back."

After receiving Li Ruoxuan's reply, Chang Sutian bent down slightly and made a gesture of please.

Outside the Daoming Sect, a figure running quickly, with a pair of ruthless eyes, looked back at the towering peaks, and said gloomily: "Yang Yi, Liluxue, I will come back." ā€

Li Jiujiu didn't understand, why, even God had to help Yang Yi, only one step away, only one step away from Lu Xue would become his woman. However, no one thought that someone would come to find Luxue at some point, although regretful, although unwilling, however, he had to leave.

Dao Mingzong may not kill himself because of this incident, but Yang Yi will definitely not let himself go, and even if Dao Mingzong does not kill himself, he will definitely turn himself into a waste.

Therefore, after the matter was exposed, Li Jiuyue decisively chose to leave, even if he was sneaky in the future, but his cultivation was still there, he had to wait, waiting for a chance for revenge, a chance to make Yang Yi and Li Luxue feel painful.

Once in the Spring Festival, even if it was an iron man, there was a time to bow his head.

The two naked bodies embracing each other can be described as seeing each other frankly. After the clouds and rain, Li Luxue had gotten rid of the trouble of kitsch, with a hint of flushing on her face, and quietly leaned on Yang Yi's chest.

"I'm sorry."

Holding Lu Xue's delicate body tightly, Yang Yi couldn't help but speak: "I owe you a grand wedding." ā€

His eyes were slightly closed, and a trace of tears flowed.

"Hmph, in the future, I'm not allowed to find any other woman except me."

"Hmm."

"I want you to make a solemn proposal, and I want you to propose to the master, and I want you to use the eight-lift sedan chair to pick me up."

"Hmm."

"I ...... I hate you to death, bastard. ā€

Even if he knew that he was forced to do so, even if he knew that Yang Yi was unwilling to do so, even if he knew that it was all for himself. However, I don't know why from Luxue, while being happy, there is a trace of unwillingness and regret.

"yes, I'm a bastard."

Yang Yi hugged Liluxue, his eyes were slightly red, and his heart was tingling.

When the sun fell the next day and spread over the entire courtyard, Yang Yi had already gotten up and spread out the herbs that needed to be dried with quick movements.

"Squeak......

The door opened, and Lu Xue poked out a small head, glanced at Yang Yi in the courtyard, and said with a cute nose: "Why are you still here?" ā€

"So, where do I go?"

Yang Yi scratched his head, a little at a loss.

"Hmph, let's go, or I'll be seen by the master......"

"What? Is there anything you can't see as a teacher? ā€

Cheng Xian'er, who walked into the small courtyard, interrupted Lu Xue's words, then smiled, looked at Yang Yi and said, "Yang Yi, go to the backyard and cut the herbs that can be used, Xue'er still needs to rest." ā€

Yang Yi's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly responded, then took the tools and left.

Shaking her head, Cheng Xian'er pushed open the door from Lu Xue's hut and walked in. I saw him hurriedly fold the sheets, then lowered his head with a flushed face, and shouted in a mosquito-like voice: "Master." ā€

Cheng Xian'er sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned: "Come to Xue'er, let the teacher take a look." ā€

After some investigation, Cheng Xian'er nodded lightly: "Well, it's okay, but my body is still a little weak." ā€

Pulling Lu Xue down and sitting down beside her, Cheng Xian'er whispered: "You, what's so shameful about a woman being with her beloved man?" ā€

"Master ......"

It's okay not to say this, as soon as she said this, Lu Xue was suddenly at a loss, her little head turned and she looked around.

With a smile, Cheng Xian'er got up and said, "Okay, leave Yang Yi's kid as a coolie in the past few days, you just have to rest and read the classics." ā€

When I walked to the door, I saw Li Ruoxuan enter the small courtyard.

"Elder Cheng, is Xue'er better?"

Li Ruoxuan spoke first, and walked up as she spoke.

"Well, it's just that she's still a little weak, you can go talk to her."

Cheng Xian'er returned to her hut, and it didn't take long for Chen Wenli to come and plunge into the hut where Lu Xue was, and then the three women chattered again.

After cleaning up the herbs in the backyard, Yang Yi prepared some food, sent some to Cheng Xian'er first, and then hurriedly brought them to Liluxue.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Yang Yi was stunned, when did so many people come?

"Eh, which Xuan'er girl, when did you come?"

After reacting, Yang Yi hurriedly brought the food in and put it down: "I'll go get some more food, I didn't know you were coming, and I didn't prepare, wait a minute." ā€

"We've eaten, just take care of Cher."

Chen Wenli held back Yang Yi's glance, and then said, "If you let me know that you are bullying Xue'er, see how I clean you up." ā€

"Hehe, how is that possible, if I dare to bully Xue'er, the third senior brother will have to beat me to death."

Hearing Yang Yi say this, Chen Wenli's face turned red and she hurriedly turned her head to the side.

"If you bully Cher, I won't let you go."

Li Ruoxuan also coaxed, seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Yi hurriedly retreated, if he stayed any longer, he would definitely be besieged by several women.

When I came to the small courtyard, I saw Gao Han coming from a distance.

"Elder Gao."

Yang Yi saluted, but there was no expression on his face.

Gao Han was a little embarrassed, his disciples actually did such an ugly thing, and his face as an elder was a little unbearable.

"Don't be polite, Yang Yi, this is all my cold discipline in a bad way."

Sighing secretly, an elder can be so polite to an ordinary disciple, no matter how unhappy Yang Yi is, it is impossible to ignore it, so he said: "Elder Gao doesn't have to mind, this matter has nothing to do with the elder." ā€

"Hahaha...... Well, reasonable. ā€

Gao Han smiled and said: "Come, I don't have anything to do, this is my years of cultivation experience, I hope you can accept it." ā€

took out a yellowed book from his arms, and Gao Han handed it to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's eyes lit up, Gao Han can become an elder of the Imperial Sword Hall, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, this experience must be a good thing, and now, Yang Yi is a rookie in hand-to-hand combat, with this experience, he can definitely improve his strength faster.

After accepting the experience, Yang Yi invited Gao Han to sit down in the small courtyard, and then had a good exchange with Gao Han, a master of swordsmanship.