On the sheep intestine path, a white dress walked slowly, the sky was dark, the smoke was misty, and the surroundings were obscure and drowsy.

This seems to be a hiking trail, and the road is full of obstacles and obstacles, so you can't get a glimpse of the true face. Zhuo Yuming walked slowly, his heart was confused, he remembered that he seemed to have fainted when Maple Leaf Peak was descending, how could he be in this strange place at this time.

His mind was a little drowsy, and it seemed that he instinctively tended to his body, and walked forward in a daze. There was nothing but the weeds along the trail.

I don't know how long I walked, but a small hill appeared not far ahead, and there was a gray-clothed figure. The figure is a little hazy, and I can't see my face clearly, but I have a faint feeling of extreme familiarity, as if it is an acquaintance who I have been with day and night.

Zhuo Yuming took a step, and the next moment he appeared on the slightly bulging hill, and the man in gray was in front of him.

The gray-clothed man with his back to himself slowly turned his head, and what caught his eyes was a familiar and handsome face.

"Master!"

Zhuo Yuming exclaimed, this gray-clothed man was his master, Qi Lianshan.

Qi Lianshan, who was dressed in a gray robe, looked at his closed disciple with a smile, his eyes were gentle, and he smiled happily. Qi Lianshan, whose face remained around forty years old, was also handsome, raised his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the disciple in front of him, nodded with a smile, and said nothing.

"Master, why are you here? The apprentice is so worried about the master, master, where have you been all these years, why can't I see you in the door all the time. ”

Raising his hands to grab Qi Lianshan's sleeves, Zhuo Yuming asked earnestly. He seemed to have not seen Qilian Mountain for more than ten years, and he missed this kind and kind master very much.

It's just that there is nothingness at the beginning, Zhuo Yuming's hands passed through Qi Lianshan's sleeves, and Qi Lianshan, who was smiling, suddenly shattered like a mirror, and hundreds of dense cracks appeared on his body, and then shattered and turned into a little star crumb. A light breeze drifted by, and the starlight dissipated with the wind.

Looking at the prospect, Zhuo Yuming stayed in place in a daze, his hands still holding a false posture.

"Yuming, what are you kid doing there, everyone is waiting for you, why don't you come over quickly. ”

Suddenly there was a call in the distance, the voice was crisp and loud, full of excitement.

This voice sounded extremely familiar, this kind of cynical and slightly frivolous voice, yes, it was Senior Brother! Zhuo Yunming suddenly remembered the owner of this voice, and turned his eyes to look at the source of the voice. As far as the eye can see, all the obstacles in the mountains and rivers are rapidly receding to both sides, and the eyes suddenly open up.

The elder brother was wearing a brand-new robe, a very festive rose red, which was extremely eye-catching.

In the blink of an eye, the senior brother was already standing beside him, grabbed his arm, and dragged forward. As he walked, he kept chattering: "You guy looks like a fool all day long, today is your big day, everyone in the sect is waiting for you, it's good for you to stand here in a daze." Hurry up, don't delay. ”

Zhuo Yuming looked dazed, his big day? What does this mean, where does it come from?

Zhuo Yuming, who was still immersed in the shock of Qilian Mountain's dissipation of his figure, was confused by what the senior brother said, but before he could ask a question, he was dragged forward and galloped forward.

The two of them flew extremely fast, and the clouds and mist on both sides quickly retreated, and in an instant, they came to a wide clearing.

Zhuo Yuming and the senior brother fell down, and there were already crowds of people in front of them, and all the familiar faces were smiling. These are all the same sects in Cloud City, there are disciples and elders, and there are not a few who worship Keqing. Everyone was talking and laughing loudly, and there was a festive atmosphere.

There are dozens of large tables in the room, each with a big red draperium. Looking through the crowd, there are two pear blossom wooden chairs at the front, and two figures sit on them.

It was Yunshang City who was in charge of teaching Qi Lianshan and Nie Qingping, the elder of the Gong. Both of them are in red robes, with hairpins on their chests, and they are looking at the graceful figure of a phoenix crown in front of them with a kind face.

"The bridegroom is here!"

With a burst of laughter, I don't know who has been pushing behind him, Zhuo Yuming was pushed to the front at a loss.

The woman in the red wedding dress smiled back, full of shyness.

It is the pearl of Cloud City, Zhuo Yuming's little junior sister, Nie Qianqian.

As the granddaughter of a high-ranking and powerful Gong Transmission Elder, Nie Qianqian has always been a little princess-like existence in Cloud City, deeply loved by the elders, and taken care of among her peers. Nie Qianqian, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, had a spring on her face, her autumn water-like eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, she glanced at Zhuo Yuming from time to time, and then lowered her head shyly.

In his previous life, when he was in Yunshang City, several elders of the sect did intend to match the two, but Zhuo Yuming always regarded Nie Qianqian as a junior sister, although he loved her, but there was no affection between men and women.

Now that he has suddenly become the groom's official, looking at the red wedding dress on his body, it is really difficult to accept.

Under the auspices of an elder of the sect, Zhuo Yu made a big salute with Nie Qianqian. He only felt that his body seemed to be driven by an inexplicable force, and he instinctively made movements, and his mind was a muddy mess, and he didn't know why.

With the master's earnest instructions echoing in his ears, and the congratulatory auspicious words of the same door around him, Zhuo Yuming only felt that the clouds and mountains were covered with fog. He tried to operate the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power flowed smoothly without any sense of illusion.

Could it be that Master Zun fell under the Heavenly Tribulation and was reborn back in the Five Emperors, all of this is just an illusory dream?

Could it be that he has won the inheritance of the human emperor, traveled to the void spirit, and fought in the demon city, all of this is just a dream of Nan Ke?

The light flashed in front of him, and in an instant, the scene changed again.

Zhuo Yuming fixed his eyes and saw that he was in a side room. The red candles in the room are dim, the lights are colorful, and there is a joyful atmosphere.

The beautiful woman next to her sat upright, wearing a red wedding dress and red silk on her head.

It was actually the time when the candles were in the cave room.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Yu Mingqiang pressed the waves in the heart lake to calm down. Slowly raised his slightly trembling hand and gently pinched the corner of the red silk. Almost exhausted all his strength, and with more courage in his heart than when he fought against the big demon, Zhuo Yuming slowly lifted the bride's skull.

It was a face as clear as a lotus flower.

The girl with low eyebrows and a slight head raised her cheeks and smiled.

"Jinran. ”

What appeared in front of him was the face that he had been thinking about for a long time, Zhuo Yuming's voice couldn't stop trembling, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The girl whose face was more red than the bright red wedding dress buried her head in his chest, smiling gently.

"Yuming, Yuming, wake up. ”

Zhuo Yuming, who was holding the beautiful woman in his arms full of peace and joy, suddenly heard a call from far away, and his voice was eager and urgent.

The call in his ears became louder and clearer, and Zhuo Yuming suddenly opened his eyes.