On the second day after the end of the competition, there was such a news from the top of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate, ten days later, it was the best auspicious time in the month, on this day, Wu Siqi, the young lady of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate, would marry Mo Qing, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate.

Because it is to be happy, this family affair needs to be done in a big way, and it is lively and beautiful.

Therefore, early the next morning, a large number of disciples were arranged to be very busy.

Some people were busy purchasing a wide variety of supplies, some people were busy decorating the new house, and even Li Xueyan, who was sick, was aroused and assigned a task of dressing up the new house and dressing up the bride with a group of female disciples.

As for the elders of the Outer Ghost Sect, four or five of them were dispatched to deliver invitations to various sects and some cultivation families.

Uncle Zhang, who is in charge of everything in the sect on weekdays, has become even busier, with orders and instructions constantly coming out of his mouth, and he also personally goes to some important places from time to time to inspect and give some guidance.

According to his instructions, the disciples made changes in a hurry......

It is precisely in this tense and busy that a festive and festive atmosphere gradually spreads in the quiet or somewhat solemn Wanguimen on weekdays, and it is becoming more and more lively.

Ping Suri is only a disciple of cultivation, and most of them have encountered such a situation for the first time, so they only find it novel and interesting.

And Mo Qing, who was one of the parties to this incident, was not in the cave mansion of the master of Wu at this time, but sat alone in his cave mansion.

Although it is a wealthy person, the immortal cultivation world is much more enlightened than the mortal world, but the men and women who are married still have to abide by it in the end.

Therefore, the day after he won the competition, he returned to his cave.

Outside his cave mansion, there were two more old men who cultivated in the late stage of foundation building, which were sent by the master of the Wu Sect to guard his future little son-in-law.

The old man still hadn't appeared, but if it wasn't bad, he was probably hiding somewhere outside.

Sitting in the cultivation room, Mo Qing did not cultivate, but sat there in a silent daze.

Fujian jumped around him from time to time, and when he saw that he couldn't arouse his master's interest, he squatted on the ground quite bored, shaking his little tail.

...... Pangu Mountain is still as desolate and lonely as ever, right? The old man lives alone in it, I don't know if he will feel lonely......

... Mo Cun should still be as peaceful and peaceful as when he left, right? I don't know if Uncle Mo Yun's secret injuries back then were healed under the treatment of Tiger Bone Grass...

... The newly renovated yard of my house should be deserted now, right? I don't know how much the willow tree planted in the original location has grown...

Without the willow valley of Huang Laoxi, I don't know if it is still as green as before?

... In the Changchun Valley, the shack built by the construction may have collapsed long ago at this time, right? My uncle and aunt lie on the ground I don't know if they will feel cold, no one takes care of it, and the grave is probably overgrown with weeds by now......

He sat alone, his thoughts flying far away.

The passage of several years has not erased them, but has made them clearer, and every move, every word, seems to be engraved into the soul......

Old man, your grandchildren have grown up......

Aunt Li, I'm about to get married, and the other party is the daughter of the head of a big sect......

Uncle Mo**, I will live like a man, but I miss the time I spent with you... It's really tiring to walk alone......

Huang Laoxi, I have found a way to resurrect you...... As soon as this is over, I will take you to a safe place and help you come back to life......

Forest...... Alas......

The festive atmosphere outside rendered the entire sect, and this small cave house on the edge of the sect seemed unusually deserted.

In the eyes of others, the person who should be happy to find the north at this time sat alone on the ground, silent......

At this moment, the prosperity of the world has nothing to do with him, he is just a child who misses his relatives, a child who does not say a word even if he grits his teeth in the face of the miserable wind and rain alone, and a child who shows all his weaknesses without doubt......

There was a soft bang, and I don't know how long I had been sitting there, Mo Qing took out a well-packaged thing from the storage bag.

After opening the exquisite layers of packaging, an ordinary, humble wine jar appeared in front of him.

He took out a large, equally rough bowl, and some cloudy liquor slowly trickled out of it, gradually covering the bottom of the bowl.

He sat there, looking in the direction of Mocun, his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, passed through the vast time and space, saw the peaceful farmhouse courtyard, and saw the two ordinary and great men and women......

The sake in the bowl was slowly poured on the ground, and the unique aroma of pear blossom white filled the cave......

Mo Qing picked up half a bowl of wine again, slowly put it to his mouth, and before he opened his mouth, two tears rolled down into the wine first, making a slight ripple.

The wine mixed with tears slowly descended, sweet, bitter and sad... It seems that all the tastes of the world are in it.

The pear blossom white is still the same as before, but the world has long been different......

The wine is exhausted, the sunset, a yellow halo moon rises into the sky, the cold moonlight covers the earth, although it is already the twilight of spring, but the night is still silent, a faint chill is coming, the person sitting in the cave slowly tightens his body with a small monkey in his arms......

That's one

A place where the wind and butterflies move freely

Behind the dream

It exudes a faint fragrance of gardenia

That's one

A village where birds and hearts sing together

The creek flows quietly

The earth is sprinkled with the setting sun

Walk through those

Years of roughness and delicacy

The fingers of the four seasons

Lead me to grow without a trace

Not looking back

The arrogance of ignorance and the strength of tenderness

Never forget

The white sorrow outside the fence

......

After a busy day of listlessness, Li Xueyan walked out of the joyful new house.

She didn't know how she had come over this day, the person she liked was suddenly going to marry someone else, and what was even more ironic was that she was actually called over to furnish a new house for them......

Hehe...... She laughed unconsciously, and the bitterness and loneliness on her face couldn't be concealed.

This is the so-called just to find it interesting to participate, how can you participate and become someone else's son-in-law......

His sweetness was suddenly gone, so silently......

She didn't go back to the cave, but walked aimlessly, and then when she got tired of walking, she found a mountain rock at random and sat down, looking at the vast mountains in a daze.

In the cold moonlight, the lonely woman became even more effeminate.

It turns out that the night in spring can be cold too......

She hugged her body tightly and slowly rested her head on her knees, and after a long time, a low sobbing began to come in the breeze......