The wedding was decided.

Three days later, the wedding was made, but it was simple.

After dark...

Bai Yan returned to the house.

Empress Ning's laughter came from the urn: "The things have been burned for you, take them yourself." ”

Bai Yan said: "I'm going to remarry." ”

Empress Ning smiled: "Have you met someone with ghost blood again?" ”

Bai Yan said: "It's not... She's luckier than us, she's just a normal person, you know, called a sparrow. ”

Empress Ning smiled silently and said, "There are still normal women who take a fancy to you?" Why didn't a normal man take a fancy to me in the first place? ”

Bai Yan didn't speak.

Ning Hou is actually very beautiful, and it stands to reason that there must be men who will take a fancy to her.

It's a pity that Ning Hou's ghost blood attacked too early, and once it happened, Ning Hou would be slaughtered.

And his ghost blood seems to be very weak, so it hasn't started to attack yet.

Otherwise, once it gets out of control, those women who have taken a fancy to him are afraid that they will all die.

Ning Hou smiled: "I hope you can bring her happiness." ”

Bai Yan answered, "I'll work hard." ”

Happiness...

In any case, after three days, he had a wife who really liked him.

Thinking of this, his heart did warm, and the coldness and sorrow from the ghost blood were also diluted, as if someone had stuffed a warm water bag in the ice and snow.

I don't know when... Ning Hou disappeared.

Bai Yan took out the urn.

In the box was a red fruit, like an apple.

Bai Yan grabbed the fruit and smelled it, there was some smell of fire, and he ate it in one gulp.

After eating, he didn't feel anything and put the urn back down.

In the middle of the night...

Suddenly, a strong throbbing slammed from the depths of the blood, as if the earth fire deep in the ground had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, whistling and rolling with strong heat and fire, rushing outward and spraying.

Bai Yan sat up suddenly, sweating profusely.

In the darkness, the blood in his body was emitting a strange red light, forming the veins of the entire human body.

"Ninghou, what is this?!"

Bai Yan asked.

This time, the urn actually responded in time, "It's the fruit that releases the ghost blood, after taking it, your ghost blood will really flow, and the effect is more than twice as powerful as before..."

The laughter in the urn paused slightly, and then added, "But...

It's also going to get out of control.

Be careful, Xianggong, don't be like me... Slaughter so many towns..."

"Empress Ning, do you want to harm me?"

"I didn't hurt you, it's just that the world is about to change, and you... Need to change too..."In the eerie laughter, Ning Hou's voice gradually faded.

The boy stood in the darkness, the red light that emanated through his skin slowly fading.

But he could feel that his ghost blood was much more active... Many... Many...

Perception is rising like crazy.

Originally, the power that had stopped at the thirteenth layer seemed to see the direction of the breakthrough again.

...

...

On this river and lake, when it comes to the realm, there is actually nothing.

That is, it just depends on the level of martial arts cultivation.

There can be nine layers of perfect exercises, such as the "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" preserved by the Tang Sect.

Ordinary exercises may only have three or four layers, such as the "Flying Fish Knife Method".

The "layer" here is not just a few layers that the creator of the exercise himself says, but has a clear requirement to meet them.

The accepted saying is that the ninth layer is the dividing line between ordinary masters and grandmasters.

Above the ninth layer, once you enter the tenth layer, between the moves, you can give birth to an illusion, or a tiger or a python, or a sword or a knife... The environment is born from the heart, and it is born for the will.

Eleventh layer, this phantom is stable, it can be called "meaning", or fist intent, or knife intent.

On the twelfth floor, the phantom evolved into the Dharma phase, but this Dharma phase was thin and thin, and it was born for each other.

Thirteen layers, the law phase is stable, it is called the law phase.

Those who can give birth to the Dharma are already the top existences in the rivers and lakes.

If there is no other power system, this group of people is the pinnacle of power.

Bai Yan had already practiced the "Flying Fish Knife Method", which originally had only three layers, to the thirteenth layer, and gave birth to the Tai Whale Method, before two knives rushed into the mountain snow, and one knife blew out the water ghost hidden in the water, which shows its power.

And these thirteen layers were also the highest level he could have glimpsed.

But now...

Bai Yan saw the way beyond the "Law Phase".

Although I don't know if I can deal with ghosts by practicing martial arts, this is a force that can make me stronger after all.

So...

He took out the knife again, an ordinary one, and swung and chopped it again and again.

"I don't have the strength to split it!"

The sparrow's eyes shone with a beautiful water color, standing beside Bai Yan, watching this "Xianggong in two days" slash bewilderingly, slow and soft, not knowing what he was chopping.

Bai Yan said: "This is a higher realm of enlightenment. ”

"Huh~~" The original spirit finch grinned, two little tiger teeth were exposed, and the black hair with fragrance hung down behind him, and the end was tied up with a butterfly rope, just up to the waist.

The yellow skirt of the shoes is wrapped in a petite and delicate carcass, this skirt was given to her by the eldest lady last night, it is called a tulip skirt, the skirt is very beautiful, the color is like a flower, it is said to be dyed with tulips, if it is a dance, it is really like a butterfly in spring, staggering and beautiful.

The sparrow deliberately danced beside Bai Yan and danced a golden circle.

Bai Yan was still wielding a knife.

He was focused and slow.

And the terrifying perception is permeating the corners that have not been touched in the past.

Normally, if he wields a knife, he can swing hundreds of thousands of times a day, which can be described as a few knives a second...

Today, he only swung a hundred, and it took him a few minutes to cut a single one.

Wielding a knife for a day, if you have an understanding, but it is still not clear enough.

...

...

Next.

After wielding the knife for a day, I realized more, but it was still not clear enough.

...

...

Day 3.

Big wedding.

Bai Yan changed into a festive groom's dress.

The original spirit finch covered its head with a red hood, stepped over the brazier, and stood in front of the Ming Hall, its face flushed with shame, and many deer in Fang's heart jumped wildly, as if they were about to jump out of the sandalwood mouth.

Because of the two of them, one is a maid and the other is a small maid, so the owner of the family is the role of the elder of the parents, sitting in the center of the Ming Hall, waiting for the two to serve tea.

"Worship heaven and earth~~~"

"Erbai High Hall~~~"

"Husband and wife worship each other~~~"

The celebrant who presided over the wedding raised his voice and shouted highly.

And Tang Huang, who was sitting on the big chair, also looked at the two happily.

For him, Bai Yan is a rare talent, and being able to get married in this family can be regarded as an extra layer of restraint with the Tang family.

He got up and began to give a congratulatory message, wishing the couple a happy and happy ...

Halfway through his words, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness outside the hall.

The figure seemed to be Tang Huang's henchman, but he just stared at the Tang family master from a distance.

Tang Huang glanced at it, but still said all the congratulatory messages, and then said a few words to Tang Xianzhi, and left in a hurry, as if there was something urgent that had to leave.

Outside the door... It was a hazy moonlight, but I don't know when, the moonlight has faded.

The cold wind is blowing, and the first cold rain of autumn is coming...

The autumn rain is bleak, and the world is desolate.

Tang Xianzhi took over the wedding, and then happily sent the couple into the cave room, and then left in a hurry.

With what she knew about her father, something really happened.

In the autumn rain, the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps came from afar, from all directions, and it was like a hundred musicians beating drums frantically.

Late at night, autumn rain.

Panic, boiling.

And in the cave room...

Candles shine brightly...

Bai Yan took off his hijab and said lightly, "Sleep." ”

The original sparrow's little face was flushed, and he wanted to ask, "Don't you take it off for me", but he was still embarrassed, so he took off his coat by himself, leaving only a small silk pocket wrapped in "the effect of eating papaya", and then lay flat in the thin dragon and phoenix futon.

Bai Yan blew out the candle and lay down as well.

The original spirit bird waited for a long time, gently grabbed Bai Yan with his hand, and shouted, "Yan Yan." ”

Bai Yan: "Hmm. ”

The original spirit bird waited for a while and asked, "Yan Yan, you... You..."

She said thinly, "Come on." I... I'm your lady. ”

Bai Yan said "um" again, then stretched out his hand, hugged his wife beside him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

The warm temperature shines a ray of light into the cold winter of the soul.

The tension in his heart seemed to have finally eased somewhat.

"Thank you, Spiritfinch." He said softly.

The original spirit finch was shy, exhaling like an orchid, and if there was a stream of electricity on her petite carcass, she thought that the lustful thing was about to begin...

But no.

Xianggong seemed to be about to fall asleep, and he held her like a pure child.

The original spirit sparrow suddenly said: "I... Shall I teach you? Hands-on ......"

Bai Yan answered and asked softly, "So... Will you be happy? ”

The original spirit finch blushed with shame, but she had already found out that if she didn't take the initiative, this cave house would not be able to succeed tonight, so she said in a voice as thin as a mosquito and a fly: "Don't be verbose, hands!" ”

Bai Yan handed her his hand.

The warmth of the cave room gradually rose.

The bleakness outside the window was cut off.

The fluttering rain particles and the withering of spring and summer flowers seem to be far away.

In the cave room, the butterfly is lazy, the wind and rain are raging, and the small courtyard is red.

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PS: Because it's still a new book period, there's really no way to continue to be so explosive... Now it's still a temporary recovery of 2 more, but every Monday and Tuesday, there will be 3 more... The update time, I put it in the morning at 0:01, and 0:02 in the morning.