Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 274: Grow Old Together

The "Phoenix" flew to the meeting hall. Song Guanglin sat upright with a stern face, but he could not hide the melancholy between his brows.

The daughter he had been caring about for many years finally got married, but it was a pity that the awakening of the father-daughter relationship was a little too late.

He was willing to give up ascension for Song Xinci, but Yi Tianxing... forget it, on such a happy day, he was too lazy to think about such things that would spoil the mood.

Everyone greeted the bride and groom, joking and laughing.

"Our leader looks really good dressed up."

"Use your nonsense!"

"Woo, Master Right Sword Sergeant, you must be happy."

"Sister, please stop crying. The Sect Master seems to have seen you."

Song Xinci usually acts high and mighty, but today she is "banished to the mortal world" for a rare occasion. The atmosphere in the room was cold at first, but then everyone saw her smiling and became unrestrained again.

As for the scene outside the house, it was even more like a riot of demons. Pei Jianjia dug out many jade figurines from the ruins of the Hehuan Sect to add to the fun. Those jade figurines turned into women with beautiful faces or extremely handsome men.

He was dancing happily on a "cloud platform" set up in the air in the Burial Sword Valley, surrounded by ordinary disciples clapping and cheering.

When they were having fun, a "dance troupe" composed of disciples from the Burial Sword Valley also rushed onto the stage and began to compete with each other in their performances, making it very lively.

In the meeting hall, Fang Yuanjian threw a big red flower made of red cloth into Yun Yi's arms, and Dou Li also handed a slightly smaller one to Song Xinci. The other ends of the two red flowers were held in the hands of the little apprentice.

He and Fang Yuan Sword Spirit, one on each side, slowly led the two newcomers to the front of the hall.

The crowd spontaneously made way for a path and gathered on both sides with smiles on their faces.

Yun Yi held Song Xinci's hand and walked forward. At this moment, time suddenly became very slow, as if every step took a lifetime.

His eyes swept over the crowd, and he inexplicably found that their figures began to gradually overlap with those in his previous life.

Zhuque, who loves to join in the fun, looks at the most sentimental embroiderer. Everyone is so vivid.

And at the end of this road, there is a man with white hair and green clothes waiting eagerly.

Although Grandpa Qiu Feng is not here, Song Guanglin should be there more than anyone else.

In fact, not only Yun Yi felt as if he was in another world, Song Xinci also felt that he could not distinguish between Yunli and a dream.

Her steps became deeper and shallower, and she could only hold on to the man's hand tightly to avoid falling.

She was at a loss for words because of a feeling she had never experienced in her life. Perhaps this feeling of being completely filled up physically and mentally was the sense of happiness often mentioned in storybooks.

Song Xinci had lost her composure without realizing it and could only follow Zhuque and Xiu Niang's instructions in everything.

"Worship heaven and earth."

On the table in front of him was a scroll given by Wang Shenlai, which had never been opened.

Yun Yi and Song Xinci used it to represent heaven and earth and bowed deeply.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Song Guanglin looked at the newlyweds in front of him, and finally his old face couldn't hold back anymore, and two lines of tears flowed down his face.

He thought how happy he would be if Qinglian was here too.

After bowing, Song Xinci couldn't help but hug her father and sob.

Song Guanglin gently patted his daughter's back and comforted her, "Don't cry, today is a happy day."

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

Yun Yi and Song Xinci knelt facing each other, looking at each other.

Song Xinci's eyes seemed to be saying, after this bow, you can never regret it.

Yun Yi replied with the same look, I will never regret it in this life.

The two men bowed firmly, and when the ceremony was over, the whole room cheered.

……

Needless to say, they drank and had fun afterwards, but as night fell, the newlyweds could not hold their liquor anymore and were hustled by the crowd to be sent back to their villa on the mountain.

This place was secluded and quiet. At night, all that could be heard were the sounds of running water, the chirping of cicadas, and the other person's slightly nervous breathing.

Yun Yi blew out the wedding candles and his hands unconsciously placed on his wife's waist. Just as he was about to move, he was held down by the other party.

Song Xinci said, "When we got married last time, I said I was willing to be a real couple, but you didn't want to go back to the Buried Sword Valley with me."

Yun Yi's forehead was covered with sweat. "At that time, I just felt that we didn't know each other well enough, and we couldn't force ourselves to be together just because of the same heart Gu."

"You even said you'd rather serve as an official than practice with me."

"Well, I was a prince a while ago, and I thought it would be better to practice with you."

Song Xinci suddenly hugged Yun Yi and gently bit his ear, "Husband, I really do hold grudges."

Yun Yi couldn't control his emotions and wished he could rub the beauty in his arms into his body, so that the two would become one and never be separated.

"My dear, now that things have come to this, it's time for me, your husband, to take charge."

"You are so bold as to be so insolent towards the Hedao Realm from the Return to Void Realm! You are truly very courageous!"

"I am a husband who is rude, please don't blame me, my lady!"

That night, both of them experienced another kind of "sword art". Poor Song Xinci was helpless even with his cultivation in the Hedao realm and had to suffer a crushing defeat.

It’s bad. In the fight between the beds, I am still no match for him.

……

"Hiss, my lady, you have no moral principles. You're pinching and biting me. What kind of tricks are you using?"

"It was you who hurt me, yet you're the first to complain. Ugh..."

……

"Men never admit defeat in bed. Let's call it a draw today. Let's fight again another day, okay?"

"You know the truth."

……

Before I knew it, the sky was getting slightly brighter.

The two slept in each other's arms. Song Xinci suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her fingers and placed them on the man's eyebrows, gently outlining his features. Then she playfully stroked the bridge of his nose, causing Yun Yi to reach out and drive her away.

There was a hint of charm in her eyes, and she decided to give up the path of ascension and stay in the human world with him.

Or maybe one day he also reaches the Hedao realm, and the two of them will ascend together.

But the moment this thought came to mind, Song Xinci's face suddenly turned pale, and a strange memory suddenly emerged in his mind.

The woman in my memory is myself, and the man whose fate is entangled with my own is the man in front of me.

But why, why, is it so strange?

It was as if something had happened between the two of them in their previous life, it was so real!
At this moment, Tai Shang Wang Qing Dao suddenly showed an unprecedentedly hideous side, and stuffed all the memories of the previous life into Song Xinci's mind.

Along with it, there is also the "Taishangwangqingdao" from the previous life which was only half a step away from ascension!
Although the two avenues are different, their foundations are still similar. They gradually merge into one, leaving Song Xinci no room for rejection.

"What's... wrong..." Yun Yi suddenly felt something, and just as he was about to open his eyes, Song Xinci gently touched his forehead, and he fell into a sweet sleep immediately.

Song Xinci was in a state of confusion, and the memories in her mind were extremely chaotic. Some seemed real, some seemed fake, and some were incomplete.

It was difficult for her to see the whole picture for the time being, because if she tried to peek into the past, she would get a splitting headache.

The two lives' "Taishangwangdao" merged into one, and the insights of past and present lives seemed to be contradictory, making her torn.

Along with this, there was also the inexplicably rapid growth of his Hedao realm cultivation.

What countless people spend hundreds of years to achieve is a piece of cake for Song Xinci.

The strange thing was that she didn't feel a trace of joy in her heart at this moment, only a strong reluctance to leave Yun Yi.

"Yun Yi..." Song Xinci snuggled into her husband's arms, and her body unexpectedly became cold. She could only try to draw warmth from his arms.

But even so, it couldn't stop the scenes of her previous life from appearing before her eyes.

(End of this chapter)