Luo Fusheng's work efficiency is particularly high, and in just three days, he has prepared all the things needed to get married.

He even personally took Ruan Mianmian to the Heavenly Sword Sect to choose a suitable venue for marriage.

When Ruan Mianmian returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect and saw the scene in the sect, he knew what Luo Fusheng meant by "not afraid" before.

He really wasn't afraid of anything.

Because of the sudden disappearance of the Guyun Sage, the Heavenly Sword Sect lost its biggest pillar and its strength was greatly reduced, and other sects took the opportunity to rush forward and divide the resources of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was outnumbered, the disciples died and fled, and even the head of the sect died in the siege of other sects.

At the critical moment when the Heavenly Sword Sect was about to fall, Luo Fusheng appeared with an army of demon cultivators from the demon clan.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits.

Luo Fusheng became the biggest "fisherman".

The various sects were caught off guard by the enemy.

Now not only the Heavenly Sword Sect, but also the other major sects have also become vassals at Luo Fusheng's feet, not only do they dare not resist, but they also take the initiative to offer tribute, so as to beg to protect themselves.

Luo Fusheng stood on the top of the highest mountain peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his black robe, as if dyed with the richest ink, the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, the ink swayed, and a faint black mist appeared, making him look more and more unfathomable.

He squeezed Ruan Mianmian's hand and said in a casual voice: "Now I am their god, I said that I want to marry the master, they only have to congratulate, if anyone dares to say a word, I will let their entire sect be wiped out." ”

Ruan Mianmian grimaced: "Do you have to do this?" ”

Luo Fusheng looked at her expression: "Doesn't Shizun like it here?" ”

Without waiting for Ruan Mianmian to answer, he continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, there are still many good places in the immortal cultivation world, and you can marry wherever you want." ”

Ruan Mian accentuated: "We can't get married." ”

Luo Fusheng took her into his arms: "I said that we can get married, and we can get married." ”

"The twisted melon is not sweet, don't force me."

"But if I don't twist it, I'm afraid I won't even be able to taste the melon."

In the end, Luo Fusheng still set the venue for marriage in the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Taiji Hall was hung with red lanterns, the white marble floor tiles were covered with a large carpet, and the surrounding areas were also planted with delicate peach blossoms.

The originally solemn and solemn Tai Chi Hall was decorated with festive decorations.

The bigwigs of the demon clan and the ghost cultivators arrived at the scene early, stirring up the atmosphere lively, and soon, those famous and decent people also came to congratulate the big joy with invitations.

The monks looked haggard, and they were saying congratulatory words, but their hearts were heavy.

I thought that at the beginning, they were all highly admired big people, but I never thought that now they have fallen to the miserable point where they have to rely on currying favor with a big devil to survive.

Some of them whispered a discussion.

"I heard that today's bride is Venerable Yuqing."

"I remember that she is Luo Fusheng's master, how can the two of them get married? Isn't that a**?! ”

"Eh, if there is chaos today, Luo Fusheng covers the sky with one hand, even if he is **, what can we do with him?!"

Speaking of this, everyone's mood was a little heavier.

The musicians played "Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix", and hundreds of birds heard the sound and danced in the sky above the Taiji Palace.

Luo Fusheng took Ruan Mianmian's hand and walked slowly into the Taiji Hall.

Today, Luo Fusheng is still wearing a black robe, but the dark gold scales on the surface of the clothes have turned dark red, and the cuffs and neckline are inlaid with delicate dark red embroidery, which looks mysterious and a little grand.

Ruan Mianmian was wearing a wedding dress of the same color as him, thick and black, embroidered with dark red bird patterns, the long skirt swayed behind her, and Jin Bu swayed gently with her steps.

She painted makeup today, her lips were dyed red like blood, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows made her originally cold face particularly gorgeous.

In the congratulations of the guests, the two slowly walked to the end of the Taiji Hall.

Luo Fusheng took the six sticks of incense from others and distributed three of them to Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian didn't want to take it.

Luo Fusheng said in a low voice: "Today is our good day, you better not make me unhappy, if the happy event turns into a funeral, it will be too unlucky." ”

Ruan Mianmian: "If you want to kill, you will kill, I am not afraid of death." ”

Luo Fusheng smiled lightly: "I know that the master is not afraid of death, but what about these guests present?" They are all heads and elders of various sects, do you think they are afraid of death? ”

Ruan Mianmian pursed her red lips and stopped talking.

In the end, she still reached out and took the three sticks of incense.

The smile on Luo Fusheng's face became thicker: "As long as the master is obedient, I won't embarrass them." ”

The golden bell was struck with a deep sound.

Luo Fusheng and Ruan Mianmian bowed to heaven and earth three times in this bell, and then inserted the three incense sticks in their hands into the big ding.

In this way, it is considered a courtesy.

As long as they worship heaven and earth, their marriage will be counted as a tribute to heaven and earth, and the money will be paid in the marriage book.

Luo Fusheng was in a very good mood, and there was always a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

And Ruan Mianmian kept her face tight, and there was no smile on her face.

When those righteous monks saw this, they couldn't help but guess.

"Looking at Venerable Yuqing's appearance, it seems that she doesn't want to marry Luo Fusheng."

"It must have been Luo Fusheng who used the next trick to force her."

"Poor Venerable Yuqing, ......"

Luo Fusheng's hearing was extremely sharp, even if those righteous monks spoke very quietly, he still heard them, and the smile on his face faded, and he was about to throw out those monks who had ruined the atmosphere, when he heard a commotion from the door.

The people followed the prestige.

I saw the Lone Cloud Sage carrying a sword, passing through the crowd, and walking into the Taiji Hall step by step.

He looked much haggard than before, his face was pale, and his clothes were covered with dust, but his temperament was as cold as ever.

As soon as Ruan Mianmian saw him, her eyes immediately lit up.

She immediately ran towards him: "Master! ”

Luo Fusheng grabbed her wrist and didn't let her pass.

All the guests present showed strange expressions because of the sudden visit of the Lone Cloud Sage.

Especially those righteous path monks, they not only hoped that the Lone Cloud Saint could kill Luo Fusheng, the big devil, but also were very afraid that the Lone Cloud Sage would settle old accounts with them, after all, the Heavenly Sword Sect would fall to this point, and they, the righteous path monks, would also bear a large part of the responsibility.

The Lone Cloud Sage stopped in the middle of the Taiji Hall.

He looked at Luo Fusheng and said expressionlessly: "Criminal, you actually want to marry your own master, aren't you afraid of thunder and thunder?" ”

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