Chapter 163: The new owner of March 8 · Two (1)

【11】
Yang Xuan slowly woke up from a coma. He turned his head and saw Hua Yuwan sitting beside him.
The light of fire reflected on her face, her face was plain and her eyes were clear.
Yang Xuan suddenly discovered that everyone had changed over the years, but this person alone, as he first saw, was calm and calm.
She seemed to have foreseen everything. From the moment they met, she was like this. She glimpsed the destiny and learned of Qiankun. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if this person already knew everything, but it was absurd.
If you already know everything, why come to yourself?
A man who kills a teacher and a friend, murders his disciples, and puts the sect gate in danger for his own self.
Thinking of what happened over the years, Yang Xuan closed his eyes in pain.
He didn't understand why, and he didn't understand why he did it, but he couldn't help making it when he saw Zi Ling.
He couldn't control his body, his words, it seemed that there was a force to control him. He couldn't resist, he could only go step by step to today.
At the beginning, he still thought of rebelling. When he pleased Ziling in front of Huayuwan, when he faced Huayuwan, when he saw Huayuwan and Xie Luo getting closer and closer, He tried to wake himself up countless times.
He knew the weight of Hua Yuye in his heart.
This is his only recognition, and his wife who has experienced life and death is by no means comparable to a superficial child like Zi Ling.
Yes, Zi Ling is in his heart, he has always been a junior like a child, why on earth ...
Yang Xuan felt more and more headaches. Hua Yuwan saw him next to him. He raised his hand on his eyebrow and recited the sutra in his mouth. A coolness poured into Yang Xuan's eyebrow.
Hua Yuwan watched his expression gradually calm down and smiled gently: "Are you better?"
"Aren't you gone?"
Yang Xuan said in a mute voice.
Hua Yuwan was a little puzzled and looked up at her: "Huh?"
"At the time, after the separation ..." Yang Xuan said that it was extremely difficult, but he still said: "You are not ..." He became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible: "Are you gone?"
"I'm not leaving," Hua Yuwan smiled: "I'm waiting for you."
Yang Xuan did not speak, which made him almost burst into tears.
When the mentor was exhausted and surrounded by all the people in the past, the person he truly was most sorry for, he could say so plainly and calmly, I am waiting for you.
But how can he make her wait?
What is happening to him now can't be clearer by himself. He didn't know if the devil in his heart would suddenly come out. He didn't know if he would do anything to hurt her. He couldn't control himself and dared not approach anyone.
So even though the thoughts had drowned him, and the joy had filled him, he still gritted his teeth and said: "Go."
"Ok?"
Hua Yuwan looked up at him, Yang Xuan said with difficulty: "I don't need you to wait for me, in my heart, in my heart, without you ... I ..."
Before he finished talking, Hua Yuwan's veil fell on his forehead.
The veil was covered with medicine and covered on his wound, relieving the pain.
Yang Xuan looked up at her, Hua Yuwan smiled softly: "Look at you," she seemed to know everything: "It's almost crying. It's all like this. What else do you want me to do?"
Yang Xuan stopped talking, his expression betrayed himself. He was afraid of harming her, but he was also afraid that he would be alone and die here alone.
He still doesn't understand what is going on and what is going on. He still has a lot of things to do. Even if he dies, he hopes he can die clearly.
But how can he drag this person into the water?
She is so good, she is still the eldest lady of the flower family of the real family, she has such a talent, the men in this world line up to want to marry her, she still has a good life, there is really no need to spend with him .
Yang Xuan restrained himself with reason and said hardly: "I am not driving you, I just don't want to owe you, I don't like you ..."
"Then don't like it."
Hua Yuwan's voice was very calm. She looked up at him with a calm expression: "I know there are other reasons for your enchantment, and I also know that there are other reasons for your Master's death. know."
She raised her hand and put it on his heart.
Her words brightened the sky for him, and Yang Xuan shivered: "How do you ... how do you ..."
"Yang Xuan," she hugged him, and every word seemed to tell him, and it seemed to say to herself: "I'm here to accompany you. It doesn't matter whether you like me or not, the hardest For some time, I have to accompany you. After the walk, you like me, I stay, you do n’t like me, I go. "
Yang Xuan did not speak, he was shaking all over, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "Why ... why should ..."
Why should he do this to him?
Why is Heaven so unfair to him?
Why does she treat him so well?
If the heaven is fair to him, why did he come to this day?
If she were worse for him, he would die under the cliff without having to struggle to live.
Hua Yuwan listened to the cry of Yang Xuan, her heart seemed to be twisted.
This man has always been so sassy in front of her.
Gentleman Yang Xuan, the uncle of Wan Jianzong, the owner of Bai Shoufeng.
He is brave and brave, he is righteous and righteous, with his heart, he clearly has a smooth path, and there should be a bright future, but because she wants to give Ziling a poignant love, she deliberately twists this character.
This is the sin she committed.
If she really knew that her writing was a world, would she really let Yang Xuan have such a life?
She didn't dare to think about it, she just held Yang Xuan, listening to her crying to exhaustion.
"Jade Evening, Jade Evening ..."
He called her name: "I didn't write that letter and Lishu ..."
"I know," Hua Yuwan gritted her teeth: "I know."
"Master did not kill me ..."
"I understand." Hua Yuwan hoarsely said: "You don't need to say, I understand."
"No one believes, no one believes me ... I'm crazy, I'm really crazy, but why don't they understand?"
"I'm not me anymore, Yu Wan ... Why am I going to today, why am I doing this?"
"Sorry……"
Hua Yuwan's voice drowned in his crying, but the other party didn't hear it at all.
Ten years.
Ten years after she left and returned to him, he knew that this world is so big, but only the arms of this woman who was Hua Yuwan was his only tranquility and harbor.
【12】
Yang Xuan cried all night and went to sleep.
Hua Yuwan hugged him and felt a little tired. When she woke up, it was already noon. Yang Xuan changed clothes and sat on his knees in front of her, shielding her from the sun.
He is adjusting interest rates, using the orthodox Taoism of Wan Jianzong.
Hua Yuwan looked sideways at his back without saying a word.
After a long time, he noticed that Huayu woke up late and turned to see her: "Are you awake?"
"Ok."
Hua Yuwan straightened up, raised her hand and used a body-cleansing technique, and the whole person returned to the normal and clean appearance. Yang Xuan looked at her quietly and felt as if she had returned to her best time.
At that time he was still the owner of Bai Shoufeng, he just married his most beloved girl.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he didn't dare to move. After a long time, he laughed hard: "Are you really determined to go with me?"
"I'm not afraid," Hua Yuwan couldn't help but smile. She understood the man's concerns, and she felt warm. She raised her hands to her ears and gently said: "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you will regret it later."
Hearing this, Hua Yu looked calm at night: "Yang Xuan, what I will encounter in the future, I know much better than you."
With that said, she stepped forward, took Yang Xuan's hand, and calmly said, "Do you believe me?"
"I believe."
Yang Xuan said without hesitation, Hua Yuwan looked up at him: "You will not die, fate will change at a certain point, Heaven will not imprison you forever, Yang Xuan, walk through this hurdle, you will get you All you want. "
Listening to these words, Yang Xuan was stunned.
Countless pictures of the past emerged in his mind, and he suddenly realized that Hua Yuwan was different.
Hua Yuwan appeared in his life, not casually, but she deliberately walked towards him step by step. He suddenly realized something, and then turned back suddenly: "Do you know what?"
"I know, but Yang Xuan, I can't tell you."
The system is here, she can't say anything. Yang Xuan knows that all those who can spy on the destiny can't just tell the result.
However, Hua Yuwan showed him hope. With tears in his eyes, he said with difficulty: "Can fate change?"
"can."
"I will know why one day?"
"meeting."
"Can I still go back to Wan Jianzong?"
"I do not know."
"Will Master come to life?"
"I do not know."
"You ..." He opened his mouth: "Will you live?"
"I will." Hua Yuwan said softly: "I will always be by your side."
Yang Xuan reached out and hugged her tightly: "I believe in you, I really believe in you."
[13]
Hua Yuwan is not lying to him.
In that novel, she only wrote about the death of Hua Yuwan. At that time, Yang Xuan had just taken someone to attack Wan Jianzong. Yang Xuan was defeated by Xie Luo and Zi Ling together. I thought that I could save Yang Xuan's life, but I didn't want to. Yang Xuan couldn't get the love of Zi Ling. He was frustrated and committed suicide.
For Hua Yuwan in the original book, falling in love with Yang Xuan is probably the most painful and sad thing in her life.
So the turning point of Yang Xuan's fate now, at that moment, everything she hasn't written will be based on the original arrangement of this world.
However, what she has written cannot be reversed.
It is impossible for her to tell Yang Xuan what she will experience in the future. At this moment, she has told Yang Xuan the ending of those numbers, making him think that from then on, life can be smooth.
The appearance of Hua Yuwan gave Yang Xuan confidence again. He and Hua Yuwan hid for a while and then came out again.
Now there are two sets of exercises in Yang Xuan's body. He has been practicing Wan Jianzong's exercises on weekdays, but every full moon night, the set of magic cultivation exercises in his body will begin to torture him and force him to go. Exercise.
He is a natural demon-cultivating body, even if there is only one day of practice per month, his magic skills are growing rapidly.
Hua Yuwan knew this was inevitable. Now Xie Luo and Zi Ling are rapidly increasing their feelings, and she doesn't write much on Yang Xuan. The only things she writes about Yang Xuan's growth.
The first thing is that Yang Xuan's skill will increase rapidly. After thirty years, Yang Xuan will become the supreme existence in the magic repair, and no one can match it.
Yang Xuan ’s magical powers were initially set up as the magical powers of other people ’s powers. Because of this, he was able to improve quickly. It was precisely because of this that he broke out of the world on Moxiu's site and hunted a large number of righteous people, so that later his sins were unforgivable.
The second thing is that Yang Xuan will become the holy saint in the demon repair, unite the demon world, and then open the fight between right and evil, and attack Wan Jianzong as the of right and evil.
Because only a few pens wrote about Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan now has a lot of space for activities. As long as he completes these two things, he has become the top presence in Moxiu for thirty years, and finally won the respect of Moxiu. The position of the holy can be free from the rules.
Hua Yuwan took Yang Xuan to a mountain villa.
The villa is small and there are no people in it. They settled here. At fifteen per month, when Yang Xuan was upset, Hua Yuwan chanted the scriptures for him.
Yang Xuan did not know what Hua Yuwan was going to do, but he had unconditional trust in Hua Yuwan.
There is a child in the village, and the mother is a widow. She is often bullied by the villagers. After Hua Yuwan came, she took care of this family. The woman was grateful to Hua Yuwan and she said with Hua Yuwan: "My child, no name , The nickname is Gouzi, it's too tacky. You are a scholar, he might as well recognize you as a goddess, give him a name. "
Yang Xuan wanted to refuse to give the child a name because he had a cause and effect with him, but he hadn't spoken yet, and Hua Yuwan said: "Give him a name."
Yang Xuan was stunned. The other party opened his eyes and looked at him quietly, full of expectations.
Yang Xuan suddenly understood that this person must be related to his fate. Originally there should be people involved, so why set up causality?
Yang Xuan thought about it, looked down at him, and slowly said: "Then, you are called Xingkui."
"You accept him as a disciple."
Hua Yuwan said again: "Teach a teaching method, astrology or something."
Yang Xuan was even more certain about the meaning of Hua Yuwan, so Yang Xuan asked Xingkui to follow the teacher.
After apprenticeship, Yang Xuan had nothing to do in the village, so he dedicated himself to teaching Xingkui.
They were like a mortal couple. When Yang Xuan taught Xingkui, Hua Yuwan was drying herbs in the yard. They practised medicine in the countryside, and they still have some reputation.
One day the Xiyan flowers bloomed just right in the village. Hua Yuwan turned her back to Yang Xuan on the herbal medicine. Yang Xuan asked Xingkui to pick Xi Yan and sent them to Hua Yuwan.
"Sister Niang," Xingkui looked at Hua Yuwan and smiled, "Master said, this flower is for you."
Hua Yuwan stooped down and took the flower from Xingkui's hand, looked up, and saw the young man sitting under the tree, looking down at the book.
The wind blows peach blossoms down, he smiles back, thousands of flowers bloom.
However, as time passed, the magic power in Yang Xuan's body became stronger and stronger. One night, Hua Yuwan opened his eyes and found that Yang Xuan was gone.
She looked around and finally found Yang Xuan standing by the river.
He was washing his hands, washing his hands desperately.
Hua Yuwan hurried to the past, anxiously said: "Axuan!"
Yang Xuan ignored her and washed her hands all the time. His hands were rubbed to the skin and blood was stained.
Hua Yuwan went to pull him, he pushed her away, put his hand into the river in a panic, and his voice was shaking: "I killed ... Yu Wan ... I can't control myself ... I killed ..."
Hua Yuwan knew what was happening, and these were all destined by the pen.
She went to pull him, Yang Xuan pushed her away, washed her hands desperately, Hua Yuwan finally couldn't take it anymore, she pulled him, pinched his chin, forced him to look at her, and raised her voice: "Yang Xuan!"
Yang Xuan finally stopped. He stared blankly at Hua Yuwan. It took a long time before he could tell the difference. It was difficult to say: "Yuwan?"
"Axuan," Hua Yuwan's voice was gentle, and she hugged him, trying to calm her voice down: "I'm not afraid, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Being held by Hua Yuwan, Yang Xuan finally felt calm down.
His eyes were empty, and he slowly said, "Yu Wan, I feel like I have a long dream."
"In the dream, I seem to be the chief disciple of Wan Jianzong and the head of Bai Shoufeng. I seem to be very good and powerful. I have many friends and many brothers and sisters. This dream is beautiful and long."
Hua Yuwan didn't speak. She held him quietly without saying a word.
Yang Xuan leaned on her. He seemed tired. When it came to this, he wouldn't go on.
He stopped and rested. After a long time, he slowly debuted: "Yu Wan, you killed me."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Hua Yuwan bowed his head and kissed him: "How could I kill you?"
"Don't kill me," Yang Xuan calmly said: "More people will die."
"No, you control yourself."
"I can't control myself."
Yang Xuan closed his eyes: "I tried my best, Yuwan, I can't do it. Yuwan, sometimes I think, maybe someday ..."
He paused, but in the end, he still said: "Will kill you too."
"I will kill you."
His words seemed to be some kind of prophecy, spoke lightly, listened to Hua Yuwan's ears, and made her cold all over.
She hugged him and said hardly: "If you think about it, you and I have a contract of life and death. If you die, I will die. I don't want to die yet."
Hearing this, Yang Xuan was stunned. Then he nodded and looked up at Hua Yuwan: "Yes, you can't die."
Since that day, Yang Xuan has been unable to retreat, studying books every day.
Xingkui asked her, Masteress, what is Master doing?
Hua Yuwan smiled and said, "Master is retreating."
The monk retreat has always been many years. Yang Xuan retired for six years. Six years later, Xingkui has become a teenager. He is extremely talented in the formation of the astrology, but at the age of 14, he is close to the first-class formation master. Level.
In this year, Moxiu attacked the village where Xingkui was located. Xingkui and Huayuwan just went to the town. Xingkui ’s mother hid anxiously in Huayuwan ’s home, and Moxiu burned all the way, killing people. 'S soul sucked into his ghost flag, and Xingkui's mother survived because of hiding in Huayuwan's house, but when Huayuwan and Xingkui returned, the whole town except Xingkui's mother was spared. .
Xingkui, his mother, and Hua Yuwan collected three corpses for the villagers. This is when Huaguang came down from the sky. A man and a woman led a group of people to the village. It's a pair. Hua Yuwan saw the two of them at once, and immediately returned to his house, laying down layers of layers, covering up Yang Xuan's tracks.
These two people are Xie Luo and Zi Ling. Now Xie Luo is the chief disciple of Wan Jianzong, and Zi Ling is also the first Danshi, and has a high status. Zi Ling took people to find the trace of magic repair. Xie Luo crouched beside Xingkui. He noticed that Xingkui had a breath of Taoist practice, and he said, "Have you ever learned magic?"
Xingkui was packing up his second uncle, and nodded tearfully.
Xie Luo then said: "How about your master?"
Xingkui looked up and pointed to the only house in the whole town. At first glance, the house was a layered array, and Xie Luo felt a familiar breath from that array.
He thought about it and walked in.
The woman in the room sat in the hall, still his beautiful memory.
He moved his mind, not knowing what to do and what to say.
He thought he and Yang Xuan were very strange.
They adore the woman in front of them, but they can't let go of Ziling.
They all have a peculiar feeling for Zi Ling, they can't say love, but they can't let go.
This woman was the only warmth that existed when he was most depressed, and every time he saw her, he would have a gentle outflow from the bottom of his heart.
This was the rare light he had when he was young. When he fell on the cliff, she chased down without hesitation and rescued him from the abyss.
He looked at her calmly, and after a long time, he finally spoke and slowly shouted: "Yu Wan."
When he cried out, the voice trembled slightly. Hua Yuwan lowered her head and rubbed the jade flute in her hand, and said softly: "If you know who it is, go back."
"How about him?"
Xie Luo did not name the surname, but both knew who he was talking about.
Hua Yuwan said calmly: "I was sealed under the Bodhi Tree."
"But I heard that some days ago someone said that he killed the monk on the magic repair site."
Xie Luo frowned: "Madam, I can't condone him."
Hua Yuwan didn't speak, Xie fell a step forward: "Sister, I know you like him and love him, but life is not high or low, you can't indulge a fierce beast like this. He is no longer human. "
"Xie Luo," Hua Yuwan said with a chuckle: "He is your master."
"He doesn't deserve it."
"He used to be nice to you."
Hua Yuwan said this, and Xie Luo froze for a moment. He suddenly remembered that when there was no Ziling, Yang Xuan was once such a gentleman.
It was he who took him from the bottom of the world to the path of spiritual practice. He was also an admirable teacher.
He didn't know what to say for a moment, Hua Yuwan continued: "He is not that kind of person, he also has his own lasting pains. Xie Luo, no matter what he does, it is not his voluntary, do you understand?"
"I do not understand."
Xie Luo simply said: "Sister, I only know that he broke the monk's rules and killed innocent people, so he should pay his life."
Hua Yuwan was speechless again, she had to admit that Xie Luo was right in this matter.
She does house a fierce beast.
But is this beast he wanted to be? Is it his fault?
Nobody in the world can scold him for hating him, but she cannot.
If she didn't save him, no one would be good for Yang Xuan.
Hua Yuwan squeezed the armrest, and at this moment, Xingkui rushed in anxiously: "Sister Niang!"
The two turned around, and Xie Luo tightened sharply in his eyes. He slowly turned around and looked at Hua Yuwan.
"Master has taken the disciples again?"
Xie Luo had a sneer in his eyes, and Hua Yuwan calmly said: "If you think he is a seedling, you can take it back. He is very talented in the horoscope."
Xie Luo didn't speak. After a while, he sighed and said: "Sister Niang, all of your master's disciples are probably like this."
Hua Yuwan was silent, Xie Luo sneered and smiled, and Tong Xingkui said: "Go, come back to Wan Jianzong with me."
Xingkui glanced at Huayuwan, and Huayu nodded.
Xie Luo walked out with Hua Yuwan and came to the door. He turned around and looked at Hua Yuwan, saying: "Sister, if you want to kill him one day, you can't move, call me."
Hua Yuwan looked at him quietly at night. After a while, she spit out a word.
"roll."
Xie Luo smiled and turned to leave with Xingkui.
Walking out of the door, Xingkui said: "Lord, where are we going?"
"Wan Jianzong. Later you will be a disciple of Wan Jianzong."
"Oh," Xingkui nodded, Wan Jianzong was a good place, he knew. He glanced at the hut a little bit, but he also understood that it was a special period now, so he could only please: "That chief, how do I call you in the future? I only heard you called the maid, are you also a master disciple? How about I call you Brother? "
"Called Master."
Xingkui: "..."
This generation is a bit confusing.
However, Xie Luo glanced at it, and Xingkui suddenly became timid.
He immediately said: "Master."
When they walked away, Yang Xuan came out of the room.
He wore a red coat with red in his eyes that didn't fade away.
"Those magic repairs are for me."
Hearing this, Hua Yu turned back suddenly and stared at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan looked at her calmly.
"Xie Luo was right," he said without a trace of waves: "You have a fierce beast, you should kill him."
"Me and you ..."
"I found a way to cancel the contract," Yang Xuan seemed a little tired. He closed his eyes and slowly said: "In the future, you and I have nothing to do. Don't protect me or think about me."
"If you want, you will kill me."
"If you don't want to, I will stand up and let the world kill me."
Hua Yuwan didn't speak, she smiled slowly.
"Do you think you can die if you want to die?"
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, Yang Xuan frowned.
Hua Yuwan laughed out loud, she raised her finger to the sky: "This heaven is watching! Yang Xuan, your destiny has already been written!"
The thunder roared as if to warn something, but Hua Yuwan didn't stop.
Sanba anxiously said: "Host, don't mess up! You calm down!"
Hua Yuwan didn't pay any attention to March 8th, and she laughed out loud: "Yang Xuan, everything you do is established! You can't die, you can't live, your destiny, my destiny, it has already been written! You will kill a lot of people, you will also become the Devil Supreme, you will also give me Xie Luo as a furnace, I will die to save you! You ... "
Before the words were finished, the thunder came.
It was a thunderstorm during the robbery period. With Hua Yuwan's current behavior, it is impossible to resist such a blow.
However, Yang Xuan rushed forward, blocking her.
The thunder roared down, and current ran through Yang Xuan's body.
The pain was all over his body and he split his meridians from inch to inch.
His eyes were full of tears in pain.
He felt his inner pill shattered, and felt that Wan Jianzong's exercises had dispersed a little.
This is a thunderstorm during the robbery period, he should not bear it at all.
However, he knew that he could not die, but he could not die.
Hua Yuwan was held in his arms by him and closed his eyes.
After the Thunder passed, Yang Xuan crashed to the ground, he gasped in her arms and looked at Hua Yuwan hard.
"You will not die," Hua Yuwan said calmly: "Do you understand?"
Yang Xuan did not speak. He raised his hand and looked at Hua Yuwan: "Why ... what ... what ..."
Hua Yuwan smiled: "Why did it come from?"
She cried with tears: "But that's destiny."
Yang Xuan looked at her desperately and was speechless.
His mind echoed with Hua Yuwan's words, after all, he was going to be demonic, after all, he was going to kill, and finally she would be given to Xie Luo as a furnace, and she would die for him ...
Yang Xuan laughed out loud.
Hua Yuwan looked at him quietly at night: "So, Yang Xuan, promised me to live. Stay through, to that point, destiny can no longer control us, you can change him."
"You will die." Yang Xuan looked at her quietly.
"If you change it, I won't die."
Hua Yuwan was right.
Yang Xuan closed his eyes, and after a long time, he finally opened again.
He clasped Hua Yuwan's hand tightly.
"Okay." He nodded and said, "I believe in you."
【14】
They cultivated for a while in this deserted village.
Yang Xiu knew that Xingkui was actually destined to be a disciple of Xie Luo. He already knows the whole picture of this world from the scattered information revealed by Hua Yuwan. If Xie Luo is destined to kill him, then Xingkui, as his chief disciple, must have done a lot.
And Hua Yuwan also knew that in fact the so-called Moxiu came to him, but he was angry words to make her determined to kill her. Moxiu simply passed by here, trying to use his soul to refine his own ghost flag.
Yang Xuan's inner pill is broken, and he can no longer practice the patriarchal clan of Wan Jianzong, but he is tempered by Tianlei, and his physique is improved to a higher level. Instead, his magical skills are gradually rising and breaking through.
Yang Xuan no longer evades the fact that he has become a demon. He simply followed Hua Yuwan to the realm of Moxiu. They entered the depths of Moxiu. Even if Yang Xuan couldn't control himself by absorbing other people's skills, they were all demonic. .
Moxiu is a world with weak meat and strong food. It's common to consume other people's skills. You don't trouble him, he trouble you too.
However, the existence of Hua Yuwan seems a little awkward. A meditation that stays in the world of magic cultivation for many years is a bit out of place.
At first, those magic repairs still had the idea of ​​Hua Yuwan, but as Yang Xuan became stronger and stronger, these magic repairs did not dare to say anything.
Hua Yuwan started to do it at the beginning, and later she reads Scriptures and arranges flowers at home every day.
She likes to buy a lot of flowers from the bazaar and put them into various appearances at home. Yang Xuan knew that he always bought many flowers back.
Now he is no longer the son of Jade, everyone calls him a blood son.
However, in Hua Yuwan's eyes, he hadn't changed, and he always felt that the man was gentle and peaceful as before.
She watched him become the master of the twelve cities of Moxiu, watched him march south, and watched him become a holy saint in Moxiu.
The day he became holy, he returned home and held her in his arms.
"Yu Wan," he said hoarsely: "Let's get married, let's get married again, okay?"
"Aren't we married?" Hua Yuwan smiled, puzzled. Yang Xuan rubbed her and rubbed her, "Don't you leave again?"
"Now we are together," Hua Yuwan buried his head in his arms: "Don't worry about it."
Yang Xuan did not speak. After a long time, he finally said: "Yu Wan, you are not willing to marry me, are you afraid?"
Hua Yuwan opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but Yang Xuan first said: "Even if you are not afraid, I'm afraid. I'm afraid I can't control myself. I really treat you as ... to Xie Luo."
The two words were not spoken, but Hua Yuwan understood what it was. Yang Xuan let her go, took her shoulder, stared at her and said, "So I want to marry you."
"If one day I send you away, then you are my wife, and send your own wife away, it will be the laughing stock of the entire cultivation world."
When Yang Xuan said, he was always smiling.
Hua Yuwan knew the panic and worry in his eyes.
He was too scared.
When I gave her and Li Shu, the despair was engraved in his mind, and he dared not go through it again.
She looked at him quietly. In fact, what he worried about was indeed what she considered.
She will definitely be sent away, this is the story that has been written. If at that time she stared at the name of Mrs. Zun Sheng and was sent away by Yang Xuan, it was really a shame.
However, Yang Xuan wanted to contain himself like this. Hua Yuwan understood this painstakingly.
She could n’t refuse, because Yang Xuan looked at her seriously and said,
Yu Wan, all the suffering you have, I hope to have my share. If you are destined to be sent away as a furnace, at least let me be in this world , Everyone is laughing at the joke. Only in this way can I feel at ease. "
[15]
So they held a wedding.
The wedding was unprecedented.
Now Yang Xuan is already the sacred saint in the demon repair, above 10,000 people under one person, in the right way, there is only the master of the Wanjian Sect, the righteous leader Xie Luo, can contend for it.
The two arrogants of the world talked about each other, and the feelings of Hua Yuwan and Yang Xuan also moved everyone.
Because far away from the protagonist and less ink, Hua Yuwan and Yang Xuan can now do so many things.
On that day, the main city of Moxiu was renamed. The plaque of "Jade Evening City" was hung high on the tower. All Moxiu crawled on the ground. Hua Yuwan sat on the flower sedan chaired by four fairy cranes and came smoothly .
Yang Xuan quietly watched her walk towards herself, as if her heart was the first time she got married, with countless emotions.
Even more complicated than the first marriage.
When he first got married, he wanted to grow old with this person.
At that time he was still a young man with no business, all his wishes were beautiful and simple. He never thought what would happen if there were twists and turns one day.
However, when he got married this time, what he thought was that he not only had to grow old with this person, and lived and died, he also wanted to do all he could in this life to make this person live well.
Even if they are shadow plays that are controlled by people with silk thread, even if they must be interpreted according to the stories written by others, even if he is in the heaven and in front of the people behind him, he still has such a beautiful wish, hope that this People can live a better life after he has done his best.
It is not the most important thing to grow old.
Life and death are not the most important.
The most important thing is, I love you, you can live well.
You are free to choose, love the person you want to love, take the path you want to go.
Hold the hand of the person in front of you and move forward step by step.
Yang Xuan took Hua Yuwan's hand and took her to the platform.
This time, they no longer face the world, and there is no Gao Tang.
They worshipped each other, and when raising their heads, Yang Xuan raised her hand to lift her hijab.
The woman's smiling face appeared before him.
"Do you know," she said slowly: "In my hometown, when I get married, I will wear a ring with each other."
As Hua Yuwan took the ring from her sleeve, she took Yang Xuan's hand and put it on gently and carefully for him.
Then she put the ring on Yang Xuan's palm and gave her hand to him.
Yang Xuan's lips were irrepressible, and he held the ring and put it on Hua Yuwan's ring finger.
That night, Yang Xuan drank a lot of wine.
He felt this was the happiest time in his life.
Happiness is not the same as happiness. When he first married her, he felt happy.
Nowadays, after experiencing hardships and ups and downs and tasted bitterness to know what sweetness is, this kind of bitter happiness is different from happy determination.
The wine is sweet, and the smell of flowers is particularly sweet.
After he was drunk, he couldn't even walk steadily.
He was stumbled and walked toward the cave, and after walking a short distance, he heard someone call him: "Master."
Yang Xuan stopped and looked back, and saw a purple dress sitting in the pavilion under the moonlight.
He used illusion, mana