Zhou Zhe appeared and disappeared again, his strength began to be dissipated, it was originally a year worth celebrating, but the cold of returning to Qiankun in a snowstorm was a little embarrassed.

First, he missed again and did not let Zhou Zhexin chase his life. This was not originally a thing to be attacked, but the Bu clan people didn't see it that way, they thought that this was because the cold didn't do his best.

Second, it's time for Yan Han to marry, in this regard, Bu Xianyun, as his master, does have a great degree of decision-making power. On the other hand, Yan Han is not so willing, he is a dashing prodigal son, and as the core of the teacher's family, he has experienced dangers, marrying may not be a good choice. But when Bu Xianyun told him that he had already chosen a candidate for him, he was a little helpless.

You may not be able to listen to other people's words, but Bu Xianyun is his master, so he has to listen to this. Not to mention anything else, without Bu Xianyun's care and support all the way, he would have become a backup at most, rather than a status under one person now.

At the year-end party in Qiankun Gate, he naturally met his future new wife, a beautiful woman from the Bu family.

Yan Han only glanced at it, and he couldn't walk. In his early twenties, he has a slender body and bright eyes. Laughing melts the whole cold winter. This is definitely a lovely person carefully selected by the master.

"Senior Brother Cold. The girl shouted out of Yan Han's stunned stupe, and at this time, Yan Han felt that marrying might be a good choice.

But then, a basin of cold water made him cold from head to toe.

"My father discussed with the head of the family that if he got married, if he had children one day, he would have the same surname as me. ”

Yan Han smiled, feeling that the girl was very bold, and couldn't help joking: "What's your surname?"

"Step. ”

One moment, there was a cold with a smile, and the next moment, only a smile on his face and a stiffness of his facial muscles remained.

"It's too much of a deception. ”

The surname Yan is not uncommon in Qiankunmen, on the contrary, it is also an influential surname. This news spread quickly, and the Yan clansmen all felt that their faces were gloomy. Marrying a Bu girl is not bad, and it is also the norm for two families to marry and intermarry. But as the core of the mountain gate, the cold married the daughter of the Bu family, but let the heir be surnamed Bu, which is a slap in the face.

To Yan Han's surprise, Bu Xianyun agreed.

There was no way to discuss countermeasures with Gu Cheng, so Yan Han could only ask her master Bu Xianyun.

"The surname is strict, which can only make your future position uneasy. ”

Bu Xianyun's words are not false at all, how can a head surnamed Yan make the people of the Bu family follow with all their hearts?

The inheritance of the surname will be more or less accompanied by the change of the rights of the mountain gate, and it also means that the interests will change hands. Bu Xianyun also crossed the river by feeling the stones, and she wanted to exchange the minimum price for the greatest stability. After all, the Sword Sect has lessons from the past.

Yan Han knew that all this could not be changed, he was physically and mentally exhausted, looking at the dowry prepared for him by the master, the matchmaker, throughout the Spring Festival, he carried out every instruction of the master like a walking corpse. From the future direction of the Qiankun Sect to appease the sect under his command, to what to say and do in front of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law.

At the end of each day, the cold was extremely tired, and he felt like a puppet, being held on a rope, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Just as he was exhausted and lying in the dark, a thought spread through him like a tumor

"It seems that Qiankun's cultivation of me is not so pure. The master cultivated me, and it was not so pure. ”

This thought suddenly woke him up from his hazy sleepiness, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The whole body sat up from the bed suddenly, vigilantly looking at the darkness around him, only he was alone, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

But the tumor-like thought in my heart lingered, like a spreading poisonous river, and began to speculate

"And if I don't do that?"

Yan Han suddenly thought of the conversation between Zhou Zhe and Ma Yao when he was chasing in the desert, and he was in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help himself.

also deeply felt this sentence, and there was another person, Cheng Luoluo.

Since she lost Zhou Zhe's traces, she was escorted all the way back to Hanging Mountain by the carriage supported by the mountain gate.

And every day, I became like a prisoner.

She lives on one of the nine suspended peaks in the air. Originally, when Zheng Yong was aggressive, she could control the floating wanderer and go to the grass on the edge of the big array to relax.

But this time, it seems that there is almost no one on the whole mountain who can come up except for the delivery of food.

Cheng Luoluo was thoughtful, and in order to determine her own situation, she called the patrol brother on the top of the mountain

"Senior brother, borrow your floater for a while. ”

If it were usual, no one would refuse, Cheng Luoluo, is a goddess-like existence in the sky, but this time, the patrolling brothers seem to have discussed it, but they are full of responsibilities and cannot be taken lightly.

In a word, enough.

From this day on, Cheng Luoluo stopped the temptation, just stayed on the hanging mountain every day, and began the retreat. Maybe breaking through the eighth order was her only chance.

However, the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, and after she closed the door to thank the guests, Zheng Yong finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rode the floater to the peak where Cheng Luoluo was.

"Lolo, why haven't you seen me for so long? Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Grandpa said that it is time for the family to celebrate the New Year. ”

Cheng Luoluo was pulled out of the meditation by Zheng Yong's shout, and she could only show up when she saw that she couldn't avoid it

"You can call me Senior Sister. ”

The sense of distance in Cheng Luoluo's words is self-evident, and this time Zheng Yong does not seem to have softened as before. Before, when he was chasing Zhou Zhe in the Nine Palaces Great Array, Zheng Yong was no longer as good as before, but now that he had returned from the Western Regions for more than a month, he finally no longer looked like an echo worm.

"Luo Luo, why are you angry with me. You and Zhou Zhe would have been impossible. ”

"I know. And he is impossible, but without saying, and you can. This time, Cheng Luoluo almost pointed at Zheng Yong's nose and told him to give up.

But Zheng Yong, several experiences have made him lose his last patience, and as a result, the desire for love has decreased, and the possessiveness is expanding savagely. He snorted

"How could it be? Lolo, have you forgotten your parents? They should want you to be with me. ”

Zheng Yong's eyes are deep, in Cheng Luoluo's opinion, there is an extra layer of strangeness in it, Zheng Yong at this moment is more like a thug than the hot-blooded young man in the past, which is daunting.

"You threaten me?" Cheng Luoluo's eyes narrowed, and his hands clenched unconsciously.

Zheng Yong didn't care if there was any threat or not, he just said lightly

"How dare I. Grandpa said let me pick you up and go to the main peak to keep the New Year, and the new clothes are ready. Put it on, and come with me!"

Cheng Luoluo discovered for the first time that everything that was hanging in the air was not as beautiful as she remembered. Her marriage should indeed have Zheng Xinghe in charge, even if she is stubborn, but as long as Zheng Xinghe speaks, she, as the core of a faction, enjoys the essence of a faction, and there is no reason not to nod. But Zheng Xinghe didn't say it, just let Zheng Yong do it.

"Today, Fang knows that Si Shengnan. Although Cheng Luoluo knew that he couldn't be Si Shengnan, he still sighed in his heart.

At the dinner party on Chinese New Year's Eve, Zheng Xinghe didn't say anything, just happily beckoned everyone to drink and eat vegetables.

Cheng Luoluo was just silent, no longer as usual, and took the initiative to greet the hanging deacons, as if invisibly, there was an extra layer of estrangement in her heart.

Before, the suspension was her home, the things she cared about in the world, everything about her, from the absolute to her usefulness, came from the hanging.

And now it seems that the hanging is not her home, but the place where she grew up, she Cheng Luoluo has become the core, so that she can enjoy the treatment she deserves, and what if she doesn't become the core?

Perhaps, he will marry someone else, maybe he is the wife of the head of a certain sect, and then he will be killed by Zhou Zhe after being destroyed!

Whose home is it that hangs in the air?

Zheng Xinghe?Zheng Yong?

No, in the end, Cheng Luoluo found out that the original sect was not anyone's home, but an interest group. This group supports the strong in order to gain more profits, and they have developed a set of codes of conduct and ethics. Those who betray interest groups will be removed on various charges.

And if you can't get rid of it, you can only scold the white-eyed wolf. For example, Bai Shanshui of the Sword Sect, after leaving the Sword Sect, even if Bai Chongjiu, the head of the family, felt sorry for his grandson, he had to criticize this unscrupulous descendant.

"It turns out that I don't understand as well as Bai Shanshui. "On Chinese New Year's Eve, Cheng Luoluo understood.

can be understood clearly, like Yan Han, she grew up in this circle, if she can't be a white landscape, she can only be a mortal step by step.