Article 88

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"Since it's up, let's go and wake up Shi Mo, and we can go to Xu Yingfeng after we prepare."

The top of Xuying Peak is covered with snow all the year round, and it is very cold. Even a strong and healthy cultivator can hardly beat the severe cold. Chu Wanning went to the tailor shop to buy cold cloaks and gloves for the apprentices, and asked them to wear them when they were cold.

The lady proprietress smoking a hookah was soliciting left and right with her big mouth full of vermilion, and said to Mo Ran for a while: "Xiao Xianjun looks very heroic, you look at the golden dragon on the black background, this Shu embroidery is the best, light Just this dragon eye, I carved it meticulously and embroidered it for more than three months to finish."

Mo Ran sneered and said: "Sister's mouth is so sweet, but it's a pity that I went up the mountain to ask for a sword, so I don't have to dress so solemnly."

The proprietress saw that this was not going to work, so she held back the teacher again: "Oh, this fairy looks so beautiful, he looks three points more beautiful than the most beautiful girl in our Daicheng. Xianjun, let me say, this butterfly show is so beautiful. Peony's red cloak suits you best, try it?"

The teacher smiled bitterly: "Ma'am, that's what my daughter wears."

Because Xue Meng didn't like to go shopping and look at clothes, he pretended to be noble and refused to come, just waiting where he was. Chu Wanning chose a cloak with black background and purple border for him, and the eaves of the hood were surrounded by white rabbit fur.

The proprietress said: "Xianjun, this dress is a bit small for you, it's about the same size as a boy."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "I bought it for my apprentice."

"Oh, oh." The proprietress suddenly realized, and immediately smiled, "What a good master."

It may be the first time in his life that he was called a "good master". Chu Wanning's body froze, although his face was tense, but when he walked, he took several steps with his hands and feet.

In the end, Mo Ran picked out a blue-gray cloak, Shi Mo was moon white, Chu Wanning took a plain white one, and a black background with purple border, settled the bill, and went to have a round with Xue Meng.

Xue Meng's eyes widened when he saw his cloak.

Chu Wanning didn't understand, so: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

However, when Chu Wanning turned his head and walked away, Xue Meng thought he couldn't hear him, so he looked at the edge of the cloak with some disgust, and whispered: "Purple? I don't like purple."

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning's voice came coldly: "It's long-winded, if you don't wear it, you can go up."

Xue Meng: "..."

After rushing the last part of the road unhurriedly, the four of them finally arrived at the foot of Xuying Peak before the sky darkened.

Xu Yingfeng is full of spiritual power, and there are many spiritual beasts and birds. Even a Taoist priest is not a bit heavy, so he dare not go up the mountain rashly.

But with Chu Wanning here, there is no need to worry about this. Chu Wanning condensed three Wanye crabapple flowers out of thin air, which have the effect of exorcising spirits and repelling evil spirits. They were worn between the girdles of the three apprentices, and then said: "Let's go .”

Mo Ran raised his head and looked at the towering peaks hidden in the night, lying dead like ancient giant beasts, and thousands of emotions came to his heart.

That year, he was at Xuying Peak to announce to the world, the sun, the moon, demons, ghosts, gods and demons that he, Mo Ran, was no longer satisfied with the stepping fairy in the cultivation world, and wanted to proclaim himself the master of the human world.

Also in that year, in Xu Yingfeng, he married a wife and a concubine at the same time.

He still remembered the face of that wife, Song Qiutong, a peerless beauty in the cultivation world, her facial features looked very much like a teacher from a certain angle.

He is not a person who cares about etiquette and shame, and he did not follow the cumbersome rules of three matchmakers and six hires. At that time, he just took Song Qiutong's slender hand, pulled the woman covered with a red scarf, and walked up the stairs, tens of thousands of steps, They walked for more than an hour.

Later, Song Qiutong's legs and feet hurt and he couldn't walk anymore.

Mo Ran has a bad temper, and if she lifts her hijab, she will kill her.

However, under the hazy moonlight, Song Qiutong's delicate eyes, full of grievances and forbearance, looked very much like the old friend who had turned into the bones of Jiuquan.

The disgusting words were condensed on the lips, trembling a little, and the last thing that came out was:

"Teacher Mei, let me carry you."

According to Song Qiutong's seniority, if she is in the same sect as him, she is indeed his junior sister, so she was only slightly taken aback by this title, and said that the Confucianism sect was naturally classified as the pinnacle of death and life when the ink burned out the entire Confucianism sect. It's not impossible for the junior sister, so she smiled and said, "Okay."

In the last few thousand steps, stepping on the fairy, the lord of the human world, and the lord of darkness, just step by step, walking steadily to the top of the peak with the beautiful bride in red on his back.

He lowered his head, looking at the mottled figures on the ground, in strange postures, overlapping each other.

He smiled, his throat was hoarse: "Shi Mo, I will be the Lord of the Human Realm from now on, and from now on, no one can hurt you again."

The woman lying behind him didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and gave a low "hmm".

The voice was very soft, maybe it was because it was too soft, the female voice was not so obvious, it sounded a little fuzzy.

Mo Ran's eyes turned red where no one could see, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for too long on this day."

Song Qiutong also said that Mo Ran had liked her for a long time, so he said softly: "Husband..."

This female voice is clear and crisp, like Guerlain's falling dew, very pleasant to hear.

But Mo Ran's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

Walking forward again, Mo Ran's voice was no longer hoarse, and those weak tremors disappeared.

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