In the early morning of this day, the sky was a little overcast.

In front of the Taifu Mansion, the eight-lift colored sedan chair surrounded by red satin has been waiting for a long time, and another general leads more than 40 guards, a eunuch leads 20 subordinate officials, and more than a dozen palace maids are neatly arranged here.

With the loud voice of Luan Yiwei, it spread far away on the street.

"The auspicious time has come!"

The tall red lacquered wooden door of Taifu's Mansion was slowly opened, and out of it came out of it one after another, Wu Taifu, several of his wives, many maids of the family, and Wu Meiniang, who had already dressed up in a phoenix crown.

Immediately, a Luan guard lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and called softly, "Princess, it's time for you to get on the sedan chair." ”

Wu Meiniang's head was covered with a red scarf, her eyes were slightly closed, there were crystal teardrops on her long curved eyelashes, and two tear stains were also drawn on the newly wiped rouge on her cheeks.

She was still reluctant to take this step, until Wu Taifu gently urged again, "Mei Niang, you should get on the sedan chair!" She had to take this step.

Both sides of the road were crowded with people watching the excitement, including many young girls, they were envious, the girl in this sedan chair was so good that she could marry the prince of the dynasty, and she might become the queen of the Tang Dynasty in the future, looking down on the mother of all living beings.

On the roof of a tall building not far away, there was a lonely figure, Pei Zhenzhen looked at everything in front of him, and he had already cried into a tearful person. He stretched out his hand to the sedan chair from afar, but Xiaobai's words kept ringing in his ears.

"The fate of a person like you is to go against the sky, and if you go against the sky, you will eventually die a good death, and your loved ones will not die well!"

He said lightly, "She in the sedan chair must be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she will never belong to me again......"

In this way, he silently watched the procession of sending off relatives into the palace, and the colored sedan chair disappeared in front of him. I wanted to roar in my heart, but I could only choke in my throat, and I was already like a corpse, and my heart was like ashes.

At this moment, Wu Meiniang in the sedan chair is not like this.

sighed in his heart, "It used to be, the mountains and rivers are far and wide, the stars in the world, none of them are you, all of them are you." And now, three miles of breeze and three miles of road, every step of the breeze no longer has you. After all, it's just a boat with you, and you will return to your own shore. From now on, you and I will be separated from each other, and each of us will rejoice......"

Pei Zhenzhen stood like this until sunset, watching the avenue leading to the palace, the hawker shops closed one by one, and the pedestrians disappeared, so he sacrificed the black chicken expressionlessly, floating in the air and wandering slowly.

It was late at night, and Nan Bowan was lying on the bed, reading a novel called Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance, and there were ripples in his slightly cloudy pupils from time to time.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered in the room, and a figure appeared outside the door, and he hurriedly shouted, "Who!"

Seeing that the man didn't answer for a long time, he got out of bed impatiently and walked to the door, opened the door and saw that it was Pei Zhenzhen standing outside the door.

He was full of wine, and asked in despair, "Sir, do you have any wine here?"

Nan Bowan looked at his haggard appearance, and he was also distressed, and replied again and again, "Yes, yes, yes! I have saved the tiger whip wine for eighty-two years, and I have made up for it!"

“......”

Pei Zhenzhen cried even more sadly, and said, "Sir, is your tiger whip wine really suitable?"

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Nan Bowan hurriedly helped him in and said, "And my own peach blossom wine!"

He set up the table and chairs to help Pei Zhenzhen sit down, and asked distressedly, "How much have you drunk with the smell of wine?"

didn't want him to ask, Pei Zhenzhen immediately cried like a child, and sobbed, "I used Juliet's painting to change the hotel for a night of drinking, it turned out that I was drunk as soon as I drank, but I didn't get drunk today." So I scolded them for selling fake wine, and I didn't think that there was an errand next to me, so I arrested the boss and went to investigate, and then I didn't have the money to go somewhere else!"

Nan Bowan had already poured the peach blossom wine, and after the two drank a few glasses, they persuaded and explained, "This will be a boat, and the raw rice has been cooked, so why should you be persistent?"

Hearing this, Pei Zhenzhen, who had just stopped crying, cried loudly again and said, "Sir, is your analogy really appropriate?"

After a series of cheap mouths, Nan Bowan didn't dare to speak anymore, and Pei Zhenzhen cried, "I thought that I was no longer the Heavenly Demon Lone Star, and I would be able to achieve earth-shattering power in the future." Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, I didn't have the right to choose!"

The two drank another glass of wine, and Nan Bowan sighed while undressing, "I don't understand what you said about the powerful Lone Star, but if you want to vent, the old man is willing to ...... with his body."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Zhenzhen hurriedly interrupted and said, "Sir, it's not appropriate for you to do this!"

Nan Bowan slapped him on the head and said, "Who do you think you want to become?"

Continuing to take off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles, he strode to the corner of the wall, and said awe-inspiring to the object covered with a large black cloth there, "I mean, the old man is willing to give it to him with the only treasure around him!"

With that, he lifted the black cloth, revealing an eight-foot spear deep into the ground. The body of the gun is shining with silver, and the word 'overlord' is carved on it, and the dragon and phoenix are dancing, and the tip of the gun is cold, and there seems to be endless murderous aura gathered in it.

Nan Bowan stretched out his old hands, stroked the silver-white spear body over and over again, and said in his mouth, "This is my family's ancestral treasure - the Overlord Silver Spear, eight feet long and weighing a thousand catties, the body of the spear is made of strange iron outside the sky, hard and heavy at the same time full of toughness. ”

He turned his head again and shouted to Pei Zhenzhen, "Today, I will pass on this gun to you along with my family's marksmanship!"

As he shouted, "Go on!"

Then he twisted his waist again, and could only hold on to his old waist and moaned, "Third uncle, you can't move when you're old, you better take it yourself......"

Pei Zhenzhen approached the spear, he handed over another book of guns, and said, "My overlord silver spear, although it is not like the magic weapon of your immortals, has all kinds of magical abilities. But with this vertical and horizontal marksmanship, it is also domineering and indestructible!"

Pei Zhenzhen pulled the spear out of the ground violently, and with the physical strength of the Yuanying Monk, he could still feel a trace of heaviness, and with just two gentle waves, he accidentally dismantled Nan Bowan's bed.

Then, he put down the wine that he couldn't get drunk on, and came to the Wangu Cliff alone, where Wu Meiniang danced that day, accompanied by the cold moon and stars, and waved the silver gun in his hand over and over again.

He wielded his spear day after day, from morning till night, as if this was the only way to alleviate the pain of his longing.

As the spear was wielding, it made a constant sound of breaking wind, powerful and furious, like a bolt of lightning raging through the void, fierce and indestructible.

After a few days, his face was covered with beard, and his body was dirty and smelly. But the spear in his hand never stopped wielding, his hands had been ground to a bloody blur, the silver body of the spear was dyed bright red, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

In this way, until the afternoon of this day, a beautiful figure appeared in front of the Ten Thousand Caves Cliff.

That figure is Wu Meiniang, she has a three-petal flower on her forehead, a layer of light blue light veil, a rose-colored bandeau top, a white Wangxian skirt, and a glazed gold and jade hairpin.

Compared with before, it is a little less smart and delicate, more charming and dignified, standing there quietly, peerless, and glamorous.

The moment Pei Zhenzhen saw her, the spear in his hand slipped to the ground.

The person he misses all day appeared in front of him, but he thought it was just a dream, hid his face and laughed miserably, "It must be a dream, this can't be her, she must hate me as a negative person, how could she come here!"

At this time, Wu Meiniang called out to him in a trembling voice, "Fool, it's really me!"

The voice lingered in his heart like a heavenly sound, and he was about to rush to Wu Meiniang's side, but he heard a sobbing and stopped.

"Don't come here!"

Wu Meiniang shook her head lightly and said, "Xiaobai has already told me everything, although I no longer complain about you, but we can't go back to the past." ”

Pei Zhenzhen lowered his head, ashamed of his rude just now, and more helpless, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, how do you know that I am here?"

Wu Meiniang's eyes fluttered, and she smiled lightly, "I guessed too, thinking that if you hadn't left Datang, you would still be here......"

He forced a smile again, raised his voice and said, "Xiaobai is still pretending to be me in the palace, I don't have much time, I came to tell you that I will not bow to fate, and you must not give up!" After speaking, she hid her face and turned around, striding away in the direction she came.

Pei Zhenzhen didn't chase after her, looked at her departing back, showed a faint smile, and then turned around and slowly moved in the opposite direction.

He walked to a river, and the river reflected his sloppy face, and he suddenly laughed, and a small flame condensed in his right hand, and said, "It's a miracle that I can grow a beard with such a thick skin." Then he started straight away, burning the stubble on his face with a fire.

After he cleaned up his beard, he came to Erhazhai to ask for clean clothes, and after changing into it, he was in good spirits.

Seeing that he was no longer decadent, Erha smiled and asked, "Do you have any plans next?"

He took a deep breath and replied firmly, "I want to return to the Cangyun Sect as soon as possible, no matter how long I can live, I will never leave any regrets before I die." But before that, there's one more thing that must be done!"

It was another late night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and Wen Taishi was sitting at the table drinking tea alone, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew at the door, and a dark shadow flashed outside the house. Frightened, he ran straight to the door, and in the next breath, Pei Zhenzhen appeared behind him, his face was as heavy as water, and his eyes were grim.

He said coldly: "Say, why do you want to arrest Wu Meiniang?"

Wen Taishi was frightened by his eyes, his legs trembled, and replied, "I was young and apprenticed to a numerology master, and climbed to the position of the master by mastering the art of numerology. ”

After he finished speaking, he knelt down towards Pei Zhenzhen and begged, "Now that the women of his martial arts family should be united inside and outside, he will soon be able to rule the entire court and the opposition, and I don't have long to live, you can do it, let me enjoy the wealth and glory for a few more days!"

After listening to him, Pei Zhenzhen's face was still gloomy as water, and he said emotionlessly, "I don't care what Mei Niang will become in the future, but at least now, I don't want her to have blood on her hands, so I will bear your life." ”

After saying that, he grabbed Wen Taishi's neck, and without even giving him a chance to scream, he twisted it violently.

He looked at the cruel Wen Taishi in his hand, and muttered to himself, "It seems that the feeling of killing people is not as uncomfortable as I imagined......"