As you walk past the West Pole Snow Mountains, looking at the towering and immovable peaks, standing alone in the corners of the world, you can't help but sigh at the wonder of creation.

One moment it was still snowflakes, the west wind was bleak, and the next moment I walked through the mountain road, stepped over the last foot on the foothills, and my heart woke up from the silence.

After four years of absence, Liu Feiyu still remembered that at the junction of snow and green onions, he was arrested and chased like a rat four years ago.

Looking at Yangui Village, he suddenly remembered many things, including the old man at the foot of the slope who he took revenge on him that year and took advantage of the night to kill.

But Liu Feiyu did not feel a trace of self-blame and guilt, or even a trace of guilt.

In his early years, he wandered all over the world, and he saw too much about life and death, and there were countless sinisters in the world.

It's not guilt, it's pity, pity for the weak and worthless sympathy.

"Wait, brothers, did you notice anyone following you?"

Just when Liu Feiyu wanted to be distracted, the five people he was following suddenly stopped, began to stop, and looked back from time to time.

Fortunately, Liu Feiyu was careful, he didn't have that strong confidence in himself, in a year, although he could change a lot, but he didn't fight, he didn't know how the cultivation of these disciples in front of him was, and they were in the group, plus listening to their conversation not long ago, if it weren't for the fact that there were people behind the disciples this time, it would definitely not be their turn.

Therefore, Liu Feiyu has some signs in his heart, and he can figure out their strength.

Treading the snow without a trace, at least at the moment, I can't do it, this alone is enough to show that the ability of these five people is not weak.

Yangui Village met unexpectedly, looking at the entrance of the village that was still somewhat familiar in his mind, Liu Feiyu was a little emotional.

When that day passed, I used to be unkempt like a street mouse, and when I came today, I saw my neighbors like ants.

It's just that although today is the seventh day of July, the atmosphere in Yangui Village is different from the atmosphere of the Midyear Festival.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw a few big red flowers hanging on the village card, quietly bypassing the street, blending behind the earthen wall of the wool house, looking around, I have to say that today's Yangui Village is full of strangeness, which is inevitably surprising.

Every household can look at the wooden doors, windows, and even the walls are pasted with big characters, and there is a touch of bright red festivity everywhere.

Vaguely, you can still hear the laughter and laughter of the villagers, which are faintly heard in the promenade and thatched huts.

Liu Feiyu's eyes kept rolling, walking from house to house, constantly counting the people in each household, trying to find all the forty-nine people as soon as possible.

While quietly hiding from the disciples of the Xuanming Sect, he secretly observed in the corners of every house.

Not only to see who there are, but more importantly, he also has to see if there are people on the right path.

The situation was beyond his expectations, except for the five people who followed him before, I am afraid that there is only Senior Brother Li in their mouths who are waiting for the connection.

Bypassing the thatched huts, there were faint whispers of a few women's families in my ears.

This is a small courtyard, everything in the yard is placed tightly and orderly, strange and chic, the earthen house is full of lights, although it is an ordinary paper lantern, but the festive atmosphere dilutes all this.

"Meng Yi, are you very excited about your wedding today?"

A little girl's delicate voice reached Liu Feiyu's ears through the earthen wall, and he crossed the courtyard wall, bowed his head to his ears, and leaned quietly against the corner of the wall, listening to the words in the room.

"How can you not be excited! Hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son. Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet. When I think of Big Brother Mo's appearance, I didn't sleep all night last night!"

As if in response to the little girl's words, the woman named Mengyi was full of longing.

"But Sister Meng Yi, today is the seventh day of July, and I heard the old man say that the days are unlucky......!

"What's unlucky or unlucky, it's all about scaring yourself, but after today, if Brother Mo really wants to marry me, it will have to be next year......"

"Xiao Meng, I've heard about you somewhat, don't take it to heart, there are gods on your head, those things don't dare to come!"

In the room, the atmosphere changed suddenly, and after the words of this makeup girl, it became cold and abnormal from the original enthusiasm, and Meng Yi forced a smile and quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

A little cinnabar dyed red, the makeup on the temples was slightly red, the three red flowers nodded, the red lips and bright teeth, and the bright eyes were like stars, today was destined to be the most beautiful expectation of her life, but she never thought that this would also be the nightmare of her life.

Liu Feiyu listened to a few words and left, he understood it, naturally he understood, he had seen the Hades King and the sect master, as well as the abilities of the monks of the Right Protector, he naturally understood what happened to this person named Meng Yi, because no one knew better than him what the seventh day of July was.

It's just that Liu Feiyu doesn't know all this, but this will not be an excuse for his soft-heartedness.

It wasn't dark yet, he was still waiting, every corner of the road in the village was clearly felt by him, but what worried him the most now was not whether he could do it, but the Xuanming Sect disciples who were still hiding in a courtyard joint.

"Senior Brother Li, this is what was handed over to you from above!"

This is a dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere, which has fallen into disrepair and has no residents, in stark contrast to today's jubilant village.

Outside the house, Liu Feiyu gently leaned against a broken earthen wall, and through a crack that had been cracked by the wind and sun, through it, he squinted and looked at everything in the room clearly.

Among the five people who followed him, I saw the leader take out a token and a bottle of pill from his bosom and hand them to the person above him.

The man snorted coldly, quickly took it with dissatisfaction, and said with resentment, "It's really the speed of Wang Ba, I don't know what I'm waiting for?"

So saying, he turned and slammed the door, and with so much force that he pulled the old door of the house and pulled the deadbolt down.

He pinched the deadbolt he had torn off, clenched his right hand, and then spread it out, and all the deadbolts that were not strong turned into powder and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Then with a casual kick, he kicked the door far away, and at the same time, he spat at the room, jumped up, and disappeared in front of Liu Feiyu's eyes.

"Damn, this fucking shit! shameless, open your mouth and get a mouthful of shit?"

The obese fourth finally couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded the first time the person disappeared.

The faces of the other four were not necessarily very good, they were all dark and calm, the kind of gloom that was darker than coal.

"Don't say you can bear it! This grandson, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will have to eat him alive!"

"Stop for a while, the fourth ......"

"Big brother, it's not me who said, why should we be angry with this guy and tear him apart directly, Made!"

"Fourth brother, the eldest brother naturally has his reason for letting you stop, you do things with all your enthusiasm, and you have to suffer a big loss!"

"What the second child said is true, there is someone behind Ghost Li, we dare not touch him, but it doesn't mean that we are afraid of him, or rather, it doesn't mean that he is out of the Xuanming Sect, we still have to whisper to him......"

The boss's words made everyone else's eyes light up, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed.

What kind of place is the Xuanming Sect, one of the three sects of the Demon Sect, not to mention how the cultivators are, just by holding the word Demon Sect, you know that the people inside are not good people.

"What does big brother mean?"

"Let's go!"

Outside the house, Liu Feiyu saw everything in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, he remembered everyone's appearance clearly, and at the same time, he also saw the cultivation from the Li ghost in their mouths.

"I thought they wouldn't leave, but I didn't expect to leave a good show for me, but I can take advantage of it!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Liu Feiyu's eyes, looking at the backs of the five people who were far away, and said thoughtfully.

Then he found another corner and sat quietly, meditating to recuperate his body and mind, and by the way, the true qi in his body was running for a week.

It was already dusk, and it was gradually darkening, and the red looked even more beautiful against the black.

Tonight's Yangui Village is destined to be very lively.

Every place is filled with happiness and joy, but the most lively is the courtyard that Liu Feiyu has heard about before.

"Come on, come on, the groom is here to pick up the bride!"

A shout sounded, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, three or five young men, little girls, and even aunts, all gathered in groups, gathered at the gate of the courtyard, staring at the front of the village road.

It's just a seven-foot body, with a ruddy complexion, full of scholarly anger, with a shallow smile on his face, he is dressed in red, with a big red flower on his chest, and keeps thanking the people around him.

"Congratulations, Xiao Mo, you have to cherish it today!"

"That's it, a couple of newcomers have grown up watching, how happy!"

"Thank you, Aunt Li, thank you Uncle Wang, thank you to Aunt San'er......"

Mo Zhike bowed to the villagers who crowded both sides of the village road and thanked them one by one.

"Yay! wait!"

Just as he was about to step into the door, he was blocked by a few little girls.

"The groom, that's what you want to go in!"

"There's nothing we can't let Sister Meng abduct you like this!"

Mo Zhike couldn't help laughing, took out the red envelopes prepared in advance from his arms, handed them over one by one, and joked, "As the saying goes, sending goose feathers for thousands of miles is a light gift and affection." I'm also mindful, please don't be too little!"

"Hey, Brother Mo, these little girls are all here, how can we have fewer little tigers? You're right!"

As soon as he finished handing over the little girl's and sent them away, before he could take a step, a few young men blocked the way again.

"Hey, you little things with tigers' heads!

"Hahaha, I knew that Brother Mo wouldn't forget us!"

"Okay, don't stop you, it's a different day, let Xiao Mozi pick up the bride!"

The chief of the village spoke, he was a gray-haired old man, with wise eyes, almost the backbone of the arched bridge, and a thin stick of wood under his hand, and the bottom of which still had traces of being burned by the fire, just like him, skinny and sharpened in the furnace of years.

Seeing the village chief speak, everyone immediately got out of the way, consciously followed behind Mo Zhike, and looked at him quietly.

Mo Zhike with an excited heart, looking at this familiar courtyard, he was full of emotion for a while, once upon a time, he was still playing at this door, and today he has become the girl's Langjun.

"Meng Yi, I'll pick you up and make you my bride!"

As soon as he stepped through the gate, the crowd burst into a burst of agitation, and the commotion came and went, bringing the small village in a quiet corner to the bustle.