Three million two hundred and twenty thousand years of the Heavenly Court, April 15.

On Kunlun Mountain, the fairy drum plays music, and the red yarn flies. Surrounded by cranes, the flowers are colorful. The four immortals came one after another, and the disciples of each hall were busy. Today is the wedding day of Kunlun Immortal Venerable Ji Ziyang's little sister, with Ji Ziyang's prestige in the Six Realms, naturally everyone flocks to it.

The immortals from all over the world looked at the eyes of a group of new disciples, the son of the Emperor of Heaven, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, and the Milky Way Weaver Girl...... Almost all those who are famous in the immortal world have already arrived, not to mention the heads of the immortal sect of the immortal sect who arrived early in the morning.

It is also said that Xuanyuan Baihua is a descendant of the Protoss, and Ziyu is the sister of Kunlun Immortal Venerable, so this wedding naturally set off waves in the Six Realms. How can such a strong alliance be overlooked?

On the Hall of Eternal Life, Ziyu sat peacefully in front of the dresser, fiddling with the senior sisters beside him.

She stared at the mirror, the person in the mirror was strange and familiar, was it really herself? Allure's face could not see half a wave, no joy, no sadness, like a puppet, a perfect puppet carved by someone.

She only felt in a trance, her memory seemed to be still stuck in childhood, she pestered Ji Ziyang and coquettishly in his arms. They build snowmen together, raft on the West Lake together, hang pots together, play the piano together, and laugh and watch fireworks together...... She still remembered how he taught her to write one by one, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on his face, outlining his handsome face, like the warm sun on a warm winter day, so warm, so unforgettable.

How many times, her heart was pounding, just for his eyebrows. However, it was obviously just a moment of broken jade, but she wanted to marry someone else.

She seemed to be back to the day when he hugged her and lowered his head and kissed her. She really felt his warmth, and his tenderness devoured people's hearts. Enough, enough is enough. What could she ask for? The tenderness he gave her, the memories he gave her, and the warmth he gave her were enough. However, why, the heart still hurts to the point of numbness.

Tears fall without feeling.

Ziyu looked at himself in the mirror and was slightly distracted, his face was like a hibiscus, his skin was like snow, and his eyebrows were like the moon. The already alluring face is even more peerless under the worldly rouge dress, but no matter how charming the makeup is, it can't hide the confusion and timidity in her eyes after all.

Dressed in red makeup, she is not a bewitching rose, nor a charming poppy, she is just a red lotus, blooming in the ups and downs of the troubled times, and blooming in all directions. Swing on the clear waves, wash away the mud and dust.

"Today is a day of great joy, why is my aunt crying?" Tao Tao, who painted her eyebrows, was the youngest disciple of Qianyao Zhenjun and the last disciple of Qianyao Zhenjun before his death. After only a year of learning art, the master died in the battle of Izumo Mountain.

"It must have been my aunt who cried with joy. Xizhu held a fragrant tea and walked into the door with a smile. "Auntie, the wedding etiquette is complicated, let's have a cup of tea. This was made by Xizhu himself. ”

"Thank you. Ziyu took it and took a sip.

"Hello Senior Sister Xizhu. Tao Tao said with a smile.

"Tao Tao, how long do you have to finish painting? ”

"That's it. Tao Tao's hand was lightly hooked, and it ended perfectly.

Ziyu raised his head and asked, "Is there something wrong with Immortal Venerable looking for me?"

"The head of the sect is the elder brother of my aunt, and my aunt is getting married, so she should go to say goodbye. Xizhu took the vermilion streamer from the hands of the junior sister behind him, and personally put it on for Ziyu, "Auntie, go quickly, the head of the sect Immortal Venerable should wait in the library." ”

Ziyu got up, and his heart fluctuated again. She walked towards the library, and the rings around her waist were like sad joy. The library was very close, and she stood at the door, but she didn't dare to go in. As soon as he raised his hand, the door opened.

She snorted, "Brother......"

Today, she is particularly bright and moving, and her dress makes Ji Ziyang's eyes shine, but the light suddenly disappears. He was still dressed in white, unstained with dust. Just as she had in mind.

"Ziyu is here, and there will be few opportunities to meet in the future. When you arrive at the Xuanyuan clan, you can no longer act willfully. Don't forget what your brother taught you from childhood. I don't ask you to be merciful to the world in the future, I just ask you to uphold your heart and believe in justice. In the Xuanyuan clan, filial piety to the elders, respect the guests, and live a happy life. The husband sang the four words with the woman, but Ji Ziyang couldn't say it after all. He looked at her, reluctant to look away, just wanted to freeze her appearance in his mind. I can always think about the long, lonely days to come.

Reason told Ziyu that she should obediently accept his words, but she couldn't control the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, "Does my brother really want me to marry?"

In fact, she couldn't have clearer answers, but she just refused to give up.

"A woman will always get married one day. As a brother, I brought you up, so I naturally want to see Ziyu in a wedding dress. Ji Ziyang's voice lost its former coldness, and his tone was full of gentleness and reluctance.

A gust of wind came and blew down a pear blossom tree. Each petal is like a fallen leaf, full of farewell and sorrow. Ziyu turned around, and the fiery red wedding dress dyed the pear blossoms all over the sky.

The wall she had worked so hard to build in her heart collapsed after seeing him, turning into ruins and desolation. The shackles of Lunchang in the world are like poison penetrating into the bone marrow, devouring Ziyu little by little, making her unable to extricate herself and sinking forever.

"Brother, doesn't Ziyu look good in a wedding dress?" she stood in front of him, smiling like a flower. It's obviously close at hand, but it's separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Ji Ziyang smiled and nodded, reaching out to twist a pear blossom in the air. He leaned closer and gently put the pear hairpin in her hair, "The pear blossom is the best for you." ”

Ziyu raised his hand, and his fingertips touched the petals. She smiled lightly, and the sun and the moon faded.

"Thank you, brother. ”

"The sedan chair is coming. Ji Ziyang looked at the Kunlun Hall below the Hall of Eternal Life, and with a thought of the immortal formula, there was already a red silk in his hand. He unfolded it and put it on his head. The splendor of the city is hidden under this forged red silk.

Ji Ziyang held her hand, and auspicious clouds suddenly appeared under her feet, and the two flew to the Kunlun Hall in the clouds.

On the Kunlun Palace, the voices of people are boiling, and the silk music is endless.

When everyone saw Ji Ziyang and Ziyu coming together, they were instantly quiet, and only Xianle echoed in the hall.

"My sister Ziyu is gentle and virtuous, and she is delicate. Born in the world, long in eternal life. Smart since childhood, immortal wealth, is my treasure. Today, Xuanyuan Baihua has the talent of Yiqun, fresh and handsome, and is a lady and gentleman. The eldest brother is like a father, and now my sister will be married to Xuanyuan Baihua, and I hope that the two of them will have a good relationship and grow old together. ”

Ji Ziyang's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the tens of thousands of immortals in this Kunlun Hall to hear it clearly.

There was another burst of joy, the legendary husband of Ziyu, a descendant of the Protoss, Xuanyuan Baihua finally appeared. As Ji Ziyang said, he is indeed a lady and gentleman. Although it is not as transcendent as Ji Ziyang's immortal wind bones, it has a Ling Ran righteousness, and he is free and easy.

"In Xia Xuanyuan Baihua, thanks to the love of Xianzun to marry your sister. Here, I hope that the immortals will testify, and I, Xuanyuan Baihua, swear to the sky, in this life, I will respect Ziyu like a guest, raise my eyebrows, live and die, and grow old together. Protect her for the rest of her life, and if she violates this oath, she is willing to be punished by heaven!"

Ziyu couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, a man he had never met swore to the sky, saying that he would protect her for the rest of her life, it was a joke.

She squinted her eyes, and couldn't see Ji Ziyang's expression clearly through the red veil.

Brother, is this what you call the best person?

She was held by his hand, and step by step she walked towards the man in the wedding dress.

She wished that the road could be longer, so long that she would never be able to finish it in her life. But before Pear Blossom could thank her, her hand had been handed over to another person by him personally.

Strange breath, strange temperature, strange people. Ziyu thought that she would get along with a strange man in the future, and her heart was inevitably sour, could it be that this was the best way for him to give her?

There was one person in the crowd who was silently watching all this, and this person was none other than Zhi Ge. Some of the wedding dresses on Ziyu's body were as red as flowers, and they were a little dazzling. He clenched his hands into fists, suppressing the impulses in his heart. He wanted to be holding her hand more than himself, but he wanted her to be happy even more.

At this time, the Heavenly Machine Venerable stepped forward and said with a smile, "In the future, the Xuanyuan Divine Clan and my Kunlun Immortal Sect will be one, and the day of the Seven Stars is approaching, and our two factions will definitely join forces to smash the Demon Realm conspiracy together with various sects." ”

Xuanyuan Baihua clenched his fists respectfully, "What the Venerable said is that the ambitions of the people and wolves in the Demon Realm really can't be allowed to act arbitrarily and arrogantly. Not to mention that they can't awaken the Heavenly Origin Demon God. ”

"Eh, honorable people, Lord Xuanyuan Zhuang, today is a day of great joy, don't mention these troublesome trivial matters, so as not to spoil the interest of all the immortals. "The speaker is the head of the Biluo Sect, Shui Yuehua, the Biluo Sect is responsible for guarding the Gate of the Heavenly Realm, and it has been suppressed by Pangu Stone, and it has always had a very high prestige.

Tianji nodded, "The head of Yuehua is right. Today is the time when the owner of Xuanyuan Village is happy, and the old man will no longer bother. Master Xuanyuan continues. ”

Ji Ziyang stood aside and was silent, while Ziyu's mood under the hijab became heavier and heavier. Could it be that she is just a bargaining chip for Kunlun and Xuanyuan to join forces? It's just that Kunlun has raised her for many years, which can be regarded as repaying its kindness.

The fairy music played, and Ziyu slowly walked onto the sedan chair surrounded by everyone, and this is a lifetime. In the distance, the cranes are singing, and the pear blossoms are scattered on the hall of eternal life. She was gone, like a butterfly, leaving behind only a glass of bitter wine and eyes full of pear blossoms.

I don't know how long it took, the sedan chair didn't stop, only to hear a piercing whistle in the distance, and then the black clouds pressed down, and there was a strange fragrance in the air. Ziyu immediately felt that something was wrong, and just wanted to find out, but the sedan curtain was opened.

"Who are you?"

Ziyu secretly used her true qi, only to find that her limbs were weak and weak, her internal strength was blocked, and she had no power to resist at all.

The man was pitch black and faceless, and he only felt eerie. With a wave of his cloak, Ziyu lost consciousness.

Fate stretched out its hand to plant the seeds, quietly waiting for the day when it would blossom and bear fruit

-- Subverting the world