Silent and silent, two eyes met in the air.

There was no spark of passion, and the clear eyes of the two gently staggered as soon as they met.

In the breeze, Lin Fan's silver hair was flying, the corners of his mouth curved a shallow arc, and with a step in the air, his body appeared beside Ji Wuwu.

The two stood side by side, looking up at the top of the Ageless Mountain hidden in the clouds.

In the misty place, the top of the Bulao Mountain looms, and the magnificent pavilion on it can be vaguely seen.

After being silent for a long time, Ji Wuwu asked: "The avenue is ruthless, the years are like knives, and the red face is easy to age, when you reach the top of the ageless mountain, will you remember me Ji Wuwu?"

Lin Fan replied: "The avenue is ruthless, but people are affectionate, the years are like knives, and the face is easy to grow old, but how can I stop me from painting the most beautiful crescent moon in my heart for my senior sister at the top of this mountain."

Ji Wuwu lightly pressed the palm of the sword hilt, and actually removed the sword hilt, and the slender hands that only knew how to dance the sword gently pulled up Lin Fan's long hair flowing on the back of his head.

Tie the long silver hair with a red rope on his wrist, his cheeks under the mask were slightly red, and he said softly: "Legend has it that people who are destined will be pulled by a red thread in the dark, and my senior sister will tie this red thread on your hair today, so that you know that from now on, you are the destined Taoist companion of my Ji Wuwu, heaven and earth can be destroyed, and this heart is eternal!"

Lin Fan turned around, looked at Ji Wuwu with his head lowered, stretched out his strong and powerful palm, and held Ji Wuwu's soft slender hand in the palm of his hand.

He pulled her up, who was a little stiff, and ran through the small valley.

Under the sun, the two young hearts are slowly dissolving.

The black iron head hid in the narrow stone crevice, and the probe peeked.

The laughter of the silver bell echoed in the valley from time to time, when the figures of the two ran back and forth in the valley for dozens of laps.

Hei Tietou scolded in despair: "Miss, it's not that I'm incompetent, it's really my brother-in-law who is too attentive, if you don't come, I'm afraid that my brother-in-law will go out of the wall!"

He scolded back and forth several times, suddenly coiled his body, and said enviously: "Who doesn't want a man to have three wives and four concubines, it is said that in the future, my iron head will be more courageous than my brother-in-law, how can I marry ten or eight beauties of the tribe, so as to show my true colors as a man!"

Just when the black iron head fell into obscenity, the gongs and drums in the mountain of immortality were noisy.

A high-pitched voice rang out in the mountains.

"My son Wu Qianshu is getting married today, and the old man Wu Changkong welcomes all the monks, no matter what their status is, they can come to watch the ceremony, and a glass of water and wine welcomes all colleagues!"

Wu Qianshu's golden pill cultivation was fully open, and the sound was like cracking thunder, and the entire Flying Immortal Sword Sect could hear it clearly.

Lin Fan took Ji Wuwu's hand and slowly let go, and the chuckle on his face disappeared.

The originally peaceful face was full of self-deprecating sneer.

Ji Wuwu stood side by side beside Lin Fan, looking at Lin Fan with a self-deprecating face, his white palm pressed on the hilt of the sword again, and said in his mouth: "I have heard of your past, fortunately, that woman has no eyes, otherwise it will be me Ji Wuwu who will pass by you!"

"But if you are interested in going with me, it's not that I, Lin Fan, am narrow-minded, it's just my father's sword, I will take it back in person!"

Under Ji Wuwu's silver mask, he chuckled and said, "When Yu Jun goes with you!"

Bulao Mountain, outside a welcome pavilion, Wu Qianshu was dressed in a bright red robe, his long black hair was coiled behind his head with a purple jade carved dragon hairpin, and although his handsome cheeks were a little pale, there was still a faint joy on his cheeks.

Wu Changkong, who was also dressed in a red robe, was worried, his child Wu Qiansen disappeared in the Sword Ruins, which made him think of Lin Fan from time to time.

Looking at the long sword "Falling Moon" in his son Wu Qianshu's hand, he had already made preparations for Lin Fan to come here to make trouble.

Dozens of musicians were playing music desperately, and in the earth-shattering music, Wu Changkong secretly made up his mind that even if he was punished by the ancestor, he would never let Lin Fan hurt a single hair of Wu Qianshu.

Originally, a monk marrying a Taoist couple would not be like a mortal, and it was generally enough to find a few close friends for a drink, but Wu Qianshu disagreed.

He had to marry Lan Mei'er like a mortal, Wu Changkong had no choice but to agree, after all, after Wu Qiansen's disappearance, he only had such a precious son.

Looking at the senior sister who was winding down in front of the welcome pavilion, Wu Qianshu's pale cheeks were more rosy, and he saw Lan Mei'er who was surrounded by a group of female cultivators.

In the crowd, Lan Mei'er's cheeks were slightly red, her slightly curly eyelashes seemed to be a little wet, a luxurious and delicate phoenix crown was worn on her head, and a fiery red wedding dress was draped on her body.

On the fiery red wedding dress, a king of birds is painted with multicolored lines: "Phoenix".

Her face was shy, her white fingers interlaced on her chest, and her jade fingers were painted with fiery red kodan.

When she stepped onto the square in front of the Welcome Pavilion, the gongs and drums stopped, and dozens of Qi cultivation disciples unsheathed their swords and shouted in their mouths: "Fly with wings, and the avenue will always follow!"

The accompanying female cultivators flashed with laughter, and Wu Qianshu and Lan Mei'er stood side by side.

At this time, the mountain road below is crowded.

A monk stepped in.

They all held ornate gift boxes in their hands and shouted as they stepped onto the welcome square.

"The blue sea tide sound faction, congratulations on the wedding of Wu Gongzi, and a pair of deep sea night pearls are specially presented to add joy!".

"Thundering Valley, congratulations on the wedding of Wu Gongzi, and a half-catty of lightning spar!"

"Bright and Bright Heaven Sect, congratulations on the wedding of Wu Gongzi, and a special day marrow cleansing pill."

In the following time, all the sects with disciples in the Flying Immortal Sword Sect would give a gift, although it was not very precious, but it also made Wu Changkong's face happy.

Regardless of the purpose of these people, they will also increase their own face.

All the people who came were respectfully welcomed into the tall and luxurious welcome pavilion by Wu Qianshu and Lan Mei'er, and the tables full of wine banquets were quickly filled with guests.

An hour later, the figure disappeared in the mountain road, looking at the sky, Lan Mei'er whispered: "Wu Lang, we are going to enter the welcome pavilion to thank the guests!"

Wu Qianshu's pale cheeks smiled, and said to Lan Mei'er: "There is still one person who has not yet arrived, and the promise I promised you has not yet been completed!"

Lan Mei'er's face was a little gloomy, and she said softly: "Are you talking about Lin Fan, he really wants to come and return his father's sword to him, you are seriously injured and have not healed now, so you can't be rash!"

Wu Qianshu said with a smile: "Since I promised you, I will definitely do it, tomorrow is a ten-year stride, I should compete with him on the immortal ladder!"

Lan Mei'er's beautiful eyes flashed with gratitude, she really didn't want to see someone make waves on her big day.

At the top of the Welcome Pavilion, in an exquisite private room, dozens of Jindan monks sat around several tables.

On the table in front of them, there were several plates of various spirit fruits.

One of the Jindan monks looked at the sword in Wu Qianshu's hand with a greedy expression.

He coughed lightly and said, "Elder Wu, forgive me for being clumsy, the sword in your son's hand is the "falling moon" in the dust?"

Wu Changkong, who was sitting at the top, had a gleam in his eyes, but said with a smile on his face: "Yes, it is the former sword "Falling Moon" of Lin Luochen, the genius of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, why are you the Jindan Elder of the Bihai Chaoyin Sect, Wei Yixiao, is actually interested in this sword?"

Wei Yixiao's face froze, and he said curtly: "What a hero Lin Luochen was back then, I was a little curious about the invincible sword in his hand, I didn't have half a peep, your Elder Wu thought too much."

Wu Changkong laughed and said: "This sword is a relic left by Lin Luochen to his son Lin Fan, my son is just watching it for a few days, today Lin Fan will come to get the sword, you have to have a heart, but when my son returns this sword, you are looking for the master to borrow it to take a look."

"Oh, hehe, I'm afraid that Elder Wu will laugh at me for being rude!".

Wei smiled, his eyes rolling, and he seemed to be a little moved.

"It doesn't matter, after all, the thing is returned to its original owner, and it is not for me to have a lot of trouble."

"Okay, when that Lin Fan arrives, I'll be cheeky and beg for it."

Dozens of Jindan monks all had their eyes shaking, and the atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.

When the wind swept through the green woods of the mountains, two figures appeared in Wu Qianshu's sight.

Resentment flashed in his eyes, but there was a smile on his cheeks.

Lin Fan and Ji Wuwu walked side by side on the rugged stone steps, and their peaceful atmosphere made the two feel like one.

Step up the stone steps, like a spring outing, sometimes whispering and chuckling, sometimes overlooking the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

Thousands of stone steps, the two of them took half an hour.

Wu Qianshu was very patient and didn't care, but when Lin Fan stepped on the square, he greeted him with a warm face.

"Senior Brother Lin, the younger brother congratulated for a long time, and he was offended by the little things at the beginning, and I hope Haihan, on my wedding day today, I promised to return your father's sword to Zhao, I don't know that the younger brother has the honor to invite the senior brother to drink a glass of happy wine, so that the two of us can abandon the previous suspicion!"

After Wu Qianshu finished speaking, he respectfully saluted Lin Fan, and held the "Falling Moon" sword in front of Lin Fan with both hands.

The "Falling Moon" sword, which had already been refined by Lin Fan's painstaking efforts, groaned softly, and automatically flew out and fell into Lin Fan's white hands.

The long sword channeled, and a joyful aura poured out of the scabbard.

Looking at Wu Qianshu, who was still bowing, Lin Fan had some doubts in his heart, and he didn't know why Wu Qianshu at this time made him feel frightened.

It seems that Wu Qianshu has an unusually familiar feeling on his body.

Lin Fan didn't think much about it, just glanced at Lan Mei'er next to him and said, "Senior brother is getting married, I should have drunk a glass of wedding wine, but I still have to make some preparations for tomorrow's big competition, junior brother should still call the guests to go!"

This is, Ji Wuwu beside him grabbed Lin Fan by Lin Fan's arm, and said with a smile under the silver mask: "Congratulations on your marriage today, when I get married to Lin Fan, my junior brother and sister will go to watch the ceremony!"

Lan Mei'er's face was slightly pale, and Ji Wuwu was clearly laughing at her.

However, Wu Qianshu was generous, he got up and said with a smile: "When the time comes, my husband and wife will definitely go, since the senior brother has no intention of drinking, then the junior brother will not be far away, and the future will be long!"

Lin Fan turned around and walked up, and just as he was about to go down the mountain, he heard a voice sound in the Welcome Pavilion.

"Slow!".

A figure flashed in front of Lin Fan.

This person was full of golden pill breath, and the pressure was rolling, and he didn't seem to take Lin Fan in his eyes at all.