In the past few days, Dongfang Ning Feng has been very happy, studying the memories of the Buddha and his old man, and trying to extract some peerless cultivation techniques, but they are all Buddha's cultivation methods, and it is really difficult for him who wants to grasp the Nine Souls Sword and embark on the road of sword cultivation.

Dongfang Ning Feng thought about it carefully, and felt that it was too early to practice any exercises at this time, so it was better to get Beitangyue completely in his hands first.

The last marriage proposal went smoothly, even if Bei Tangyue finally reacted that Dongfang Ning Feng was deceiving her with rhetoric, but she had already promised him, and it was difficult to recover. In addition, Beitang Bo praised it again and again, and said: "Virtuous nephew, the little girl is in Tianyun Pavilion, and only the Sword King Contest can go home these days, we might as well choose a day to hit the day, and we can get married in these days?"

Dongfang Ning Feng was naturally very happy, and agreed to come down, and finally this family affair was set on the last day of the Sword King Competition, of course, Bei Tangyue, who wanted to cry without tears on the side, was only dumbfounded.

Dongfang Haoran was not at home these days, and Dongfang Ningfeng heard from the housekeeper that his father and the other three town lords went to Mochiyue Cliff to do an important thing, so he guessed that it should be the abnormal change of the Hantan Sword Shrine that was discovered by several people. But he is not in a hurry, the matter of the Wanyue Sword being devoured by the Nine Souls, the only people in this world who know about it are himself and the candle dragon Xihua, and Xihua is estimated to have also fallen in Xihai Bulun Mountain.

The snow is still falling, perhaps it is because he has made an oath to "hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son" with the land of Sword King Ridge, and the plan will not be opened.

Dongfang Ning Feng stayed in the room and looked at the heavy snow outside, feeling that this time was like a piece of snow falling in a bowl, very slow, he was calm on the surface, but in fact, his heart had already been up and down, it was no wonder, who could not look forward to it if he could linger with a fairy-like person like Beitangyue for a night?

In the courtyard of Dongfang's house, hundreds of tables and banquets were set up, full of all kinds of people, and this face was even more magnificent than the Sword King Contest held in Sword Flower Town at this moment.

Although Dongfang Ningfeng was a waste, after all, he was the son of the Dongfang town lord, and most of the villagers and elders of the four major towns of Jianwangling still gave face to the Dongfang family. The auspicious time has arrived, and even the town owners of Jianhua Town, Jianxue Town, and Beitangyue's father have already arrived, but Dongfang father and son are hiding in the room and refusing to show up.

At this moment, Dongfang Ning Feng stood quietly in front of Dongfang Haoran, seeing that his father was slow to speak, he didn't speak, as usual, even if he had the memory of the Buddha, he felt that he should do this.

Finally, Dongfang Haoran said softly: "Ning Feng, over the years, because you have no spiritual root and were born without hair, you have suffered a lot of coldness, and you have suffered. ”

When Dongfang Ning Feng heard this, no matter how good Rao is mood was, he couldn't help but reply: "I don't care about the suffering brought to me by others, but the suffering brought by my closest people is the root of the suffering, which is the real suffering." ”

"I know, you have always hated me, why I treat you badly, I also hate, I hate me Dongfang Haoran is incompetent, I can't avenge your mother, I hate why my son is the same as me, I can't avenge his mother, I hate ......"

"You don't have to say it. Dongfang Ning Feng interrupted him, changed his previous low appearance, and said with a straight face: "My mother's revenge, I will revenge, even if you treat me badly, I just need to know that you are my father, and this is enough." ”

After the words fell, he walked directly out of the house. Staying in Dongfang, Haoran looked at his back stupidly, and said sadly: "I hate myself for how to live in this world if I leave immediately, leaving you a person without spiritual roots." ”

It's just that Dongfang Ning Feng will never hear this.

Wearing a long red robe, a straw hat with three layers of red silk around the inside and three layers outside, and a wooden sword pinned to the underwear, Dongfang Ning Feng didn't seem to mean to marry, but like going to a battle of life and death.

It's no wonder that he is like this, maybe Bei Tangyue will murder his husband again on the night of candles in the cave room, Dongfang Ning Feng has to guard against it.

Ten miles of long street, red silk fluttering in the wind, hundreds of songs, firecrackers and snow in unison. A mighty welcoming procession walked on the road from Jianfeng Town to Jianyue Town.

Dongfang Ningfeng rode a good sweaty and bloody BMW, humming a minor tune passed down from mouth to mouth in the Sword King Lingkou: "The cool breeze is sexual, **boundless, I am grateful to Sijiao is living like a year, Xiaosheng Miao is a lotus immortal, and it is a memory of the amorous woman Mai's Qiujuan." ”

Suddenly, there was a cool breeze, "Huh." Dongfang Ning Feng held the reins of the horse in one hand and pressed the hat tightly with the other, this wind was really evil, and it shocked this sweaty BMW.

Looking ahead, a group of men in black stepped on the wind. One by one, wearing a toba-like cloak and hat, hanging a thin black veil, and carrying a black long sword, it turned out to be the wave of black-clothed people who were hundreds of miles away from the Sword King Ridge a few days ago, stepping on the snow without a trace.

In the middle of the crowd, there were still four black-clothed people carrying a gray sedan chair, and there was only one person next to the sedan chair, still wearing a black-clothed hat, but looking at her thin as bones, it was not difficult to see that it must be a woman.

An invisible aura pressed over, and couldn't help but stop the long procession of greeting relatives, and soon, this group of black-clothed people passed by them, and when the gray sedan chair passed, Dongfang Ning Feng was stunned, as if the living dead who had been sleeping for thousands of years could never wake up again.

Dongfang Ningfeng, who was sitting on the horse, happened to be in the sky with the gray sedan chair flying in the air, and through the sedan curtain blown by the wind, Dongfang Ningfeng saw a woman who seemed to be more beautiful than his mother.

He could only see a few strands of black hair blocked by the damn hat, but it was like a woman in a gentle country shouting, seducting people's souls, and the beautiful cheeks were just like this holy snow, which could not be shaped, so he could only close his eyes and feel quietly, but unfortunately, he could only see half of such a face.

"Bang!" Dongfang Ning Feng was shocked in his heart, like waking up from a dream. I saw that the woman seemed to find that someone was looking at her, and when she turned around, her eyes were so cold and so sad. It's as cold as the water of the cold pool under the Moon Cliff, and it's sad like the lonely boy in the Falling Flower Alley.

Time flashed, but it echoed in Dongfang Ning Feng's heart for a long time, this feeling was too wonderful, it was not love at first sight, it was not déjà vu, just like the two should have met.

"Sister, there is the Dongfang family in front, have they all killed them?" The woman standing outside the sedan chair asked softly, it seemed that it was so simple to kill everyone in the Dongfang family.

"Phantom, I said I only needed the Waning Moon Sword. The woman in black in the sedan chair said lightly.

"Yo, there seems to be a happy event in this Oriental family, it's really unlucky, I think it's better to do a funeral. "She seems to have a penchant for killing.

The woman in the sedan chair did not reply, but walked out of the sedan chair, she was not wearing a sedan coat and hat, but a long skirt like black gauze, strolling in the heavy snow, but the goose feather snowflakes could not invade her at all, and there was no trace of snow on the thin black gauze skirt.

In the courtyard of Dongfang's house, hundreds of tables of guests are chatting with you and me, waiting for Dongfang Ningfeng to welcome the bride, worship in the church, and have a drink.

"I didn't expect it to come so quickly, I thought I would be able to see the children worshipping in the church. Beitang Bo said mournfully.

"It's okay, they're looking for me, and they won't embarrass you. Dongfang Haoran said loudly.

When several people heard this, they spoke one after another: "Big brother, where are you talking about this, our four brothers said when they were married, they don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but they want to die on the same day and month of the same year." ”

"Hehehehe......" A soft but harsh voice echoed throughout the courtyard, many people had blocked their ears, and the painful expression could tell that the person who made the sound was extraordinary.

"It's a phantom sound. ”

"Phantom of Seven Killings?"

The four of them flew up in an instant, their feet like stepping on falling snowflakes, flying over the sky and reaching the gate.

At a glance, I saw a woman with a black veil with a hat who was making a sound, guessing that it must be a phantom, and the four of them flew down with swords, and the Tsing Yi was a piece of cake, quite a bit of a master's demeanor.

Suddenly, the four of them glanced at the woman in a black gauze skirt next to the phantom, and when they saw her face, they were stunned, and their hands holding swords couldn't help but tremble.

In an instant, the four of them knelt down on one knee and said, "Weichen see the Seventh Princess." ”