Hao Wu knelt in the desert gate for a day and a night, his eyes full of the hideous and terrifying appearance of the once familiar person. At night he felt as if he were surrounded by countless wailing spirits that wanted to drag him into hell.

Hao Wu tried to commit suicide, slashing his neck with a knife, and when he came back to his senses, the knife was thrown on the ground, just like the previous suicide. There seems to be some will preventing Hao Wu from committing suicide. Let Hao Wu only be tortured in this cruel reality.

Hao Wu buried Hao Zhenbei, a small mound buried in the middle of the desert gate.

"Since I can't kill myself, then I'll abolish myself!" Hao Wu also made up his mind, picked up the knife on the ground again, and with a bang, Hao Wu cut off his left arm and shoulder directly. Dark red blood gushed out, and Hao Wu's face was bruised, but he still endured the great pain without saying a word.

The tragedy of Momen was released by those who escaped by luck, and soon swept the entire rivers and lakes madly, stirring up turbulent waves. Panic was reflected in everyone's hearts, and the rivers and lakes began to be turbulent. Crazy rumors, Zhou Baili who survived has become the evil manipulator behind Hao Wu under the rumors, and the name of the witch Zhou Baili has gradually spread in people's mouths, and the witch Zhou Baili is firmly buckled on Zhou Baili's head. And the old five men also took advantage of this momentum and began to rise. There are even rumors that the old five doors are the saviors.

The destruction of Momen caused a huge blow to the new five gates, and they gradually drowned in the boiling rivers and lakes.

The red glow of the evening dyed the whole sky into a blood-like bright red, all the way the geese flew melodiously from the sky, the wind caressed the capital with a strong fragrance of osmanthus, so the whole capital was wafting with the rich fragrance of osmanthus, Wang Jin rode a horse and walked in the capital, slowly walked towards the Jiujin Sect, and drove the breeze to roll up a few yellow leaves on the ground.

You can see the big plaque of the Jiujin Sect from afar, the vermilion door is open, the two gatekeepers of the Jiujin Sect are lazily leaning in front of the door and chatting, and in a blink of an eye, they found Wang Jin riding a horse and moving forward slowly, the two of them immediately stood straight, and they looked quite majestic.

The Jiujin Sect is still as lively as before Wang Jin left, but there are many fewer disciples in the door, it seems that the joint action of the new five sects has begun, but no one knows what this huge team united by the five major sects is doing, obviously there are many people, but the action is extremely hidden.

Wang Jin pushed open the door, the objects in the room were still the same as before leaving, but there was no dust, during this time, Wang Jin's room was still taken care of. The disciples of the sect said that Wang Hong went out early in the morning and has not yet returned. So Wang Jin didn't care about the old man anymore, threw the package on the ground, fell on the bed and fell asleep. After many days of riding, Wang Jin felt very tired.

I don't know how long it took, all kinds of sounds gradually sounded in Wang Jin's ears, and the closed glasses felt the soft light, Wang Jin opened his eyes and found that it was the early morning of the next day, and there was a busy voice from Jiujin Sect outside the house, as well as Wang Hong's incomplete singing, which was getting closer and closer, and then the door was pushed open by a pair of big hands, revealing Wang Hong's tall figure

"You're back!" The loud voice instantly filled Wang Jin's room, which he had felt warm and quiet.

This was like the roar of a demon in hell in Wang Jin's ears, instantly shattering the auspicious clouds of the fairyland, Wang Jin immediately fell from the fluttering fairy when he woke up from his dream into the cold reality, and a cold wind blew from outside the door, making Wang Jin still feel a trace of coldness.

Wang Jin glared at Wang Hong hatefully, originally thinking on the road that this old father was alone at home supporting this huge sect, and the heavy things pressed his father's aged body, and his tired cheeks under his gray hair. Everything shows how kind and great his father is. But this shout made this beautiful scene disappear without a trace. Father is still so overactive.

"Hurry up! Today is the birthday of Princess Qingyu Wu Qingyang! After today, Princess Qingyu will reach the age of marriage. We have to hurry to the palace to congratulate her!" said Wang Hong, who threw a gorgeous dress to Wang Jin

"Don't wear your tattered clothes! Hurry up and change into this new clothes, and we'll leave after dinner."

After speaking, the mother outside was shouting Wang Hong, Wang Hong closed the door and left, leaving Wang Jin alone with his clothes at a loss.

"It turns out that today is Wu Qingyang's birthday."

Speaking of Wu Qingyang, Wang Jin has been wondering if he has been too much for Wu Qingyang during the time he has been outside. From the very beginning when I saw her, in the garden of this Jiujin Sect, looking at the well-behaved and lovely Qingyu princess was unexpectedly lively and delicate. At that time, Wang Jin didn't pay much attention, now in retrospect, in the garden path that exuded a faint fragrance, the fluorescence of fireflies flickered and flickered, making the atmosphere hazy, the moonlight shone on Wu Qingyang's crystal little face, and the playful smile made Wang Jin always immersed in this sweet memory, but after that, Wang Jin's absent-mindedness always covered the face of this lovely princess with a layer of melancholy, which made Wang Jin feel very guilty and remorseful.

"Let's talk to her when you see her," Wang Jin said to himself

Put on the clothes, washed up briefly, the father was very mother at the dining table, and the mother had been waiting for a long time, Wang Jin's mother Deng Hua was also dressed today, and her forty-year-old face not only looked old, but had a mellow fragrance like old wine.

Deng Hua saw Wang Jin wearing this new dress and looked heroic, coupled with the longing for not seeing his son for a long time, his happy look bloomed on his beautiful face. Wang Jin was also very happy to see his mother, and his mother's affection was even more cordial than his mother.

Wang Hong on the side said sourly, "I came early in the morning to wake you up, and I was impatient with my father, but your mother is here but diligent."

The three of them laughed happily and ate the exquisite meals on the table, and the osmanthus flowers in the Jiujin Sect were sliced. The breeze passed through the hall, with a burst of osmanthus fragrance. It seems that this family is harmonious and beautiful.

A carriage galloped out from the Jiujin Sect, rolling up the dead leaves scattered on the road and flying all the way, Wang Jin rolled up the curtains, looking at the traffic outside, people were smiling and laughing, the vendors walked through the crowd and shouted, and the storyteller in the tavern told the ups and downs of the things in the rivers and lakes, leading the people listening to the book in the audience to cheer for a while. The melodious songs of the singing girls floated on the street, laughing and laughing with some women, seducing the open-minded sons and buddies to spend a lot of money for him. The talented and beautiful women by the lake enjoy the flowers and drink, and compose the soft poems of rouge and powder, and the cool breeze of autumn does not seem to weaken people's majestic vitality. The turbulent world also seems to be out of step with people.

Wang Jin lowered the curtain and shook his head with a sigh. He used to gallop through the streets and alleys of the capital with those second-generation sons and buddies who spent a lot of money, flirting with singers and singing girls, causing people to blush, and drinking and making nonsense poems by the lake. The chivalrous righteousness of reversing black and white only seeks the refreshment in the heart. But now Wang Jin is ashamed to recall these carefree things.

The carriage stops at the palace and can only be walked into the palace on foot. Wang Jin's family got out of the car and walked towards the palace. There were also many dignitaries and dignitaries who came on the road, most of them were arrogant and refused to deal with each other.

Wu Qingyang sat in the main hall slimly, and at this time she was very moving, attracting many princes from the vassal countries who came. They looked at Wu Qingyang and the gorgeous palace unscrupulously, and there was a hint of contempt in their eyes.

"This is the Zhenzong Sword of our Jiujin Sect, and we will send it today to show our absolute loyalty to the emperor" Wang Hong presented an extraordinary sword, and the emperor sitting next to Wu Qingyang nodded with a smile and motioned for Wang Hong's family to take a seat.

All kinds of words praising the emperor and Princess Qingyu were endless, filling the entire banquet. The banquet was also more than halfway through, and it was in full swing. The emperor spoke

"The fact that you can be invited here shows that I still have a bit of a thin face. Today, my youngest daughter's birthday has finally reached the age to talk about marriage. I think all the young talents who sit down again have admiration for my daughter. I believe that all of you here are talented. So, my youngest daughter, I plan to marry Wang Jin!"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Qingyang instantly blushed.

The audience was silent, and everyone showed a look of astonishment, not daring to believe this ridiculous fact.