Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 273 Holding the Hand
The auspicious time has arrived!

It was a sunny day with no wind or rain. As Jian Chen's powerful shout spread throughout the valley, the atmosphere of the Sword Burial Valley was instantly ignited and became lively.

Yun Yi wore a long, dark silk robe, a Ruyi knot tied around his waist, and a flowing, red and blue robe draped over his shoulders. This wedding attire had been specially chosen for him by Suzaku, and while it wasn't tacky, it possessed both a festive and ethereal air, making him look even more handsome.

Fang Yuanjian is the key "person" in Yun Yi's wedding to his bride. A big red flower is tied to the sword. It is now hovering around Yun Yi, looking more excited than the groom.

According to the rules, Song Guanglin was already sitting in the meeting hall, waiting for Yun Yi to go to the villa on the mountain to pick up the bride, and then the two of them would go to the meeting hall together to perform the marriage ceremony.

Many spiritual birds flew by in the sky, singing, which made Yun Yi feel refreshed.

At the urging of the crowd, he set out from the thatched cottage where he lived and began to walk step by step towards the new porcelain villa.

Zhuque said that according to the rules, he could not fly the sword, and he had to walk to the bride's side, so that he would be sincere.

Yun Yi had no choice but to do as he was told, but he actually felt a rare sense of nervousness under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In the past, my heart, which rarely got nervous when facing the Hedao Realm or even the Feisheng Realm, suddenly began to beat inexplicably today, feeling both happy and melancholy.

Including their past life experiences, the two have become relatives three times.

The first time he was abducted by Song Xinci and taken to the Buried Sword Valley, there was no love between them, and their marriage was just a cover-up. That time, Qiu Feng was in charge of the situation, and it seemed glorious, but in reality it was tragic.

The couple treated each other with ice-cold respect from beginning to end.

The second time was in the nameless town, when they got married in the "illusion" created by Qiu Qinglian's obsession. Now it's hard to tell what's real from what's fake.

I only remember that I politely declined Song Xinci Avenue's request to accompany me, and the two of them treated each other with respect.

And this time?

Yun Yi thought that he was sincere this time. He was neither forced nor embarrassed.

I just don’t know what Song Xinci is thinking.

Little did he know that Song Xinci, who was surrounded by a group of female relatives, suddenly had a feeling and decided not to follow the rules anymore.

She wore a phoenix-tail skirt made of scarlet shark silk, with phoenixes embroidered on the hem in gold thread. She usually wore a plain face, but today she wore red makeup, adorned with pearls and jade.

Her cold appearance inexplicably became charming and breathtakingly beautiful.

Song Xinci walked to the edge of the mountain with her skirt lifted, looking at Yun Yi who was walking step by step down the mountain.

It just so happened that Yun Yi's gaze also penetrated the thick forest, and it seemed that even though they were far apart, he could still meet her gaze, lingeringly.

The embroiderer laughed and said, "The bride can't wait?"

Song Xinci said "hmm" obediently.

She gently stroked the "softness" between her fingers, finally made up her mind, and waved her hand.

The next moment, countless swords in the Sword Burial Valley hummed together, and even the sound of swords could be heard from the depths of the sword tomb that had been silent for many years. Swords rose into the air one after another and flew into the sky.

It stopped at the feet of Song Xinci, forming a unique sky road paved with sword bodies.

She took a step forward without hesitation, her steps firm and determined, and she would never regret it in this life.

Amidst the bustling world, Yun Yi looked up at the lonely figure on the horizon, a smile spreading across his face, one of both joy and pity. The Heavenly Sword Road stopped right in front of him, as if inviting him to meet him in heaven.

The Green Lotus Sword Intent popped out from his fingertips, and wherever the Sword Intent passed, flowers of various colors bloomed.

Suddenly a wind blew, rolling the petals into the sky, infinitely gorgeous.

Yun Yi took a step forward and picked up the sword.

These two people, one in heaven and the other on earth, are now walking along the same road, and there is always a time when they will meet again.

If the "Great Dao" were tangible, perhaps this path formed of swords would be a manifestation of the Dao's non-loneliness. Song Xinci's skin was as white as snow, stained with rouge, like a ripe fruit, appearing incredibly alluring. Her every frown and smile was a sight rarely seen in ordinary times.

She looked at Yun Yi and found that Fang Yuan Sword Spirit came first wearing a big red flower. It was unusually well-behaved and actually surrounded her like a chattering child.

The sword spirit brushed a strand of black hair across Song Xinci's forehead. She patted the little guy lightly and said with a smile, "Naughty."

Fang Yuan Sword Spirit became even more excited after hearing this, and along with the dragon and phoenix that Bu Xianxian had transformed into, holding a ring, they drew streams of light in the sky.

As Song Xinci walked down, she thought that since she met Yun Yi, she had never felt... lonely again.

The previous thoughts of being filled with hatred, eager to achieve success in spiritual practice, and causing harm to the world are completely gone.

She finally faced up to one thing.
She has changed.

In fact, Yun Yi has also changed.

If he was originally like a lonely soul that did not exist in this world, now he finally has a bond that connects him to this world extremely tightly.

In this life, I only wish to live up to the three-foot sword, live up to the worldly affairs, and live up to the kindness of the beauty.

Yun Yi flicked his fingertips, and the Fuyao sword intent instantly rushed into the sky, landing on the sect's formation with a roar.

Then the sunlight suddenly dimmed, and only the sun and the moon were clearly separated in the sky, with stars dotted around. It seemed as if a sword energy was approaching and the Milky Way was hanging upside down.

The two finally got close to each other, and Yun Yi could already smell her fragrance.

Song Xinci walked faster and faster and stretched out his hand to the person he loved.

Yun Yi could no longer suppress his excitement and grabbed the other person.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

At this moment, although the mutual affection poison had clearly disappeared, the two of them were inexplicably connected in mind, and they could feel each other's thoughts and feelings without even making eye contact.

Yun Yi said, "You are so beautiful today."

Song Xinci lowered her eyebrows and chuckled, biting her lip, unable to bear the other person's burning gaze.

"Let's go to the wedding hall now."

"Ah."

The two of them waved their hands at the same time, and countless swords suddenly formed the shape of a phoenix, but unfortunately the color was not festive enough.

So the disciples in the valley took out the "Separation and Hatred Shuttle" with a red silk hanging from its tail, and hung it on the phoenix, bringing it to life in a blink of an eye.

The "Phoenix" carried the two people and slowly flew towards the council hall.

Song Guanglin was holding a pot of fine wine in his hand and had been watching the excitement for a long time. Now that he saw his daughter was about to come over, he quickly got rid of the smell of alcohol and returned to the house to sit in the seat of honor.

It was the first time that Dou Li had seen such a scene. He was extremely excited and kept shouting. The Qingyun Sword in his hand also felt the emotions of its owner and could not help but make a sword-ringing sound.

Zhuque and Pei Jianjia stood side by side and began to give instructions on today's arrangements.

"Alas, the wedding was too hasty and there was no time to make preparations. I should have gotten a real phoenix to pick up the bride." Zhuque looked regretful.

"It's mainly because Senior Song insisted on following the secular etiquette, which made me feel so restricted that I couldn't hold a grand ceremony."

"Wait until next time and I'll do a better job!"

Pei Jianjia looked at Zhuque with a squint, trying hard to suppress a smile.

(End of this chapter)