Chapter 3 Invited

"Just a night more than a year ago, Wanya Mountain was being rebuilt. That night, I, Lord Huatang, Lord Yan and Sanhufa all drank some wine and then went back to my room to sleep. But the next morning, Master Yan was found dead in his bedroom. Up to now, no one has been found out who the murderer was or how he committed the crime.

Bai Feng brought the death of Yan Hongshan to Shifangdao.

Shifang frowned: "What wound did he die from? Didn't anyone hear anything that night?"

Hua Jiangnan continued, "We all slept heavily that night, and no one heard anything. The fatal wound is a red dot on the forehead, so we suspect that it is the work of the cold-blooded killer who has been assassinating people from all factions.

"Since the sect is closed, in the past three years, Kunlun faction, Yihua Palace, Xiaoyao faction and my black religion have been assassinated. Everyone thinks that it is the work of the cold-blooded alliance." Bai Feng nodded.

"Cold-blooded Alliance, King Luo." Shi Fang said in a low voice, "They want to join forces in the army of the State of Song, and send people to assassinate the people in the world of Tiannan Xiuzhen. What is their intention? By the way, is there any news about the Wind and Moon Fairy in recent years?

Hua Jiangnan said, "Since the last battle of Wanya Mountain, the Fengyue Fairy may have not heard from him for a long time. Tang Sanye claimed to have seen Yuyang Zhenren and Lei Wenshan when he went out for a trip, but he was afraid that he could not beat them and did not dare to ask questions."

Shi Fang thought for a moment: "In the future, I will strengthen the prevention of the black religion, so as not to be attacked by the cold-blooded alliance again. Let's go through this matter first. In the next few days, we will take good care of the marriage between the chivalrous man and begonia."

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, the three saints of Mount Tai came back from outside.

Seeing Shifang, the three of them will inevitably be surprised.

There was also one person who came back at the same time with the three people, who had been accompanying Liu Tingchun before.

When Shi Fang asked the reason, He Liangu said, "The last time the Fengyue Fairy made a scene in Wanya Mountain, Mr. Liu tried to stop her halfway, but he was hurt by her. In the past few years, he has been searching for news and looking for healing elixirs. Six months ago, the elixirs were ready to heal his wounds. He also sent Aunt Lian to work for the master. I hope the master will not dislike it.

Tang Da laughed and said, "Shifang, Aunt Lian is loyal to me. It can be seen that I think she is good."

Tang San laughed and said, "I'm afraid you look good at beautiful women."

The black religion has been busy for most of the day. All the things that should be prepared for the Yunxia guest's wedding are ready, and the wedding ceremony will be held on the auspicious day a few days later.

That night, Shifang couldn't sleep and walked out of the house in his coat. He walked to the road to the back mountain cliff.

When he was about to reach the cliff, he faintly saw a thin figure sitting on the edge of the cliff motionless.

When the man heard the footsteps, he looked back and saw that it was Shifang. He smiled, "Master, why haven't you slept yet?"

It turned out to be a vegetarian.

Shifang also smiled and said, "I haven't been sleepy recently. Susu, don't you sleep in the middle of the night to practice?" With that, he walked to her side and sat on a blue stone.

Bian Susu sat down and looked at the mountains in the distance. She pinched her hands together and asked tentatively, "Master, are you... often unhappy?"

"What's wrong with being unhappy?"

Bian Susu looked at Shifang with pity and said softly, "Master, Susu believes that sooner or later you will go to the realm of the earth fairy to save Sister Taoer."

"The world is unpredictable. Who can predict it in the future?" Shi Fang answered calmly.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the clothes of the two people swing with the wind. Bian Susu stopped her hair with her jade fingers and stared at the ten directions: "I... just don't want to see the feeling of being so lonely."

Shifang avoided Bian Susu's eyes: "It's getting late. Go back to bed. You have to practice well tomorrow."

Bian Susu withdrew her eyes, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "The disciple has gone back. Master should go back earlier."

Shifang nodded and saw that Bian Susu got up and walked away. When his back was about to disappear at the corner of the road, he suddenly said, "Susu."

Bian Susu stood back and looked at Shifang.

"Susu, thank you for your concern, but don't think too much in the future. It's just to concentrate on cultivation, otherwise you will be restless and your cultivation will be slow."

"Yes." Bian Susu answered and turned away.

Seven days have passed in a blink of an eye. Tomorrow is the day of great joy for Yunxiake and Begonia, and the black religion is full of joy. The last time such a grand happy event was the wedding of Shifang and Cherry.

Shifang looked at the busy joy and remembered the wedding three years ago. The world changed. Cherry finally had a happiness, but it was so short-lived. Will there be a chance? If she can cultivate the realm of immortals to save Taoer, she will definitely make up for her wedding again. Shifang thought so, and the figure of Taoer appeared in the busy crowd in front of him.

"Master, this is the list of guests for tomorrow's banquet. Can you take a look?" Hua Jiangnan woke up Shifang in one sentence.

Shifang took a list. It is seen that most of the guests invited above are from the Kunlun School, the hometown of Yunxia. Nan Yingyue is also invited, and there are no others.

At that time, Shifang was able to invite the heads of various sects or elders with status, heads, etc. for many reasons. First, he traveled widely, and the masters of all sects knew each other. Second, his identity was the head of one religion. Third, the most important reason was that the fact that the factions had to sign a blood alliance between the parties at that time, so they all gathered at the black religion Wanya Mountain to celebrate his wedding.

And the Yunxiake is not like him. Although the Yunxiake is easy to make friends, he has no friendship with the high-level personnel of various sects. In addition, he does not have the identity of a leader or a leader. Therefore, there are not many guests invited to this wedding. Only the Kunlun faction invites more people because of his origin.

Shifang nodded: "It's up to you."

Hua Jiangnan took the invitation, looked at the appearance of Shifang, sighed slightly, turned around and went to work again.

In a blink of an eye, it arrived on the next day. Like a wedding in the ten directions, the bride, Begonia, was first invited to the house on the mountain where the golden eagle used to live, to wait for the groom's welcome, while the Yun Xiake was overjoyed and walked around in the Wanya Palace in his wedding dress, which was not stable for a moment.

For a moment, the disciple of the gatekeeper shouted, "Kunlun sent the drunken Taoist who came to congratulate his disciples."

Yun Xiake hurriedly pulled Shifang and everyone to greet him.

When the drunken Taoist entered the mountain gate, Shifang and Yunxiake said that the master saluted.

After three years of separation, the drunken Taoist actually had white hair on his temples, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper. Shifang looked at the drunken Taoist who was old and sighed slightly in his heart.

The drunken Taoist nodded, looked deeply at Shifang, and then smiled, "Chivalrous man, I didn't bring any good gifts as a teacher this time. Don't you always want the fire dragon sword as a teacher?" With that, he took out the fire dragon sword and said, "As a teacher, I gave him to you as a congratulatory gift. I hope you can give birth to more fat guys in the future so that you can buy wine for your teacher."

The cloud chivalrous man was overjoyed. He took the fire dragon sword and kept playing: "Thank you, master. The disciple must give birth to a few more children and have a few more maids to beat the master."

More than a dozen disciples brought by the Drunken Taoist are all good friends Yunxiake made in Kunlun. They are happy to send gifts one after another. Yunxiake laughed and put them away politely.

"Shifang, why don't you come to see as a teacher after you get out of the customs?" The drunken Taoist looked at Shifangdao.

Shifang felt a little guilty and bowed and saluted: "Disciples are unfilial."

The drunken Taoist was about to say something when he looked back at the sky and said, "Ha ha, is Diaohan Fairy also coming? The chivalrous man has a great face. I'm afraid he also came for the ten directions.

While talking, Diao Han Fairy took her disciples down the mountain with a congratulatory gift. First, she congratulated Yun Xiake: "Yingyue served in the army of Shu and didn't have time to come to congratulate her, so I had to come on her behalf." Then he walked to the front of the ten directions and said, "That's right. The cultivation has been compared with us. The back waves of the Yangtze River push forward. Drunken brother, we are old."

The Diaohan fairy still looks like a girl and does not look old.

In fact, the monk is full of spiritual power. As long as you think about it, you can be young forever. People like drunk people who don't care about their faces at all will look old because of the erosion of years.

The life expectancy of practitioners in the Yuanying period can reach 500 years. By the age of 400, if the cultivation has not broken through to the realm of immortals, it will begin to grow old.

But the drunken Taoist is only more than 200 years old. He must be so thoughtful and tired.

At this time, everyone saw that someone came with the clouds. Seeing that the clouds showed golden light, they said hoarsely, "Why did the masters of Tianyin Temple also come to congratulate them?"