.Because the protagonist dies, a bunch of people crying and feeling sad, and the recent plot also seems depressing. This kind of emotional scattered text is the most difficult to write - for me, sometimes I can't hold up a thousand words in two or three hours. But I can't write it too roughly, and it's quite tiring. If I don't like this, I'll talk about plums. After these three chapters, a new world appears, and it's hard to suppress it in the future.

After late autumn, cold winter comes.

The forced tear-up of the five-year peace agreement between the Tianlong Kingdom and the Dafeng Kingdom finally caused the war between the two countries to break out... However, the so-called war was not as fierce as a life-and-death battle. It was just two small confrontations on the border, and the nature was more like a temptation.

And today is Yan Zhimeng's 20th birthday and also her wedding day.

The young master's wedding was not a trivial matter for the Northern Emperor Sect. Yan Duanhun, the leader of the Northern Emperor Sect, had three sons. Yan Ximing was the eldest, Yan Xishan and Yan Xihe. The three of them had their own things to do and rarely gathered together on weekdays. Today, the Yan surname gathered in Kuishui, and they were all happy. The Northern Emperor Sect had been passed down for countless years, so how could they not know the importance of "harmony". Therefore, for countless years, relatives were harmonious with each other and fought for power and throne rarely happened. Standing at the top of their strength, they must remember some of the most important laws of survival that were easily destroyed by **.

Of course, there are rules for this "and".

This is a forbidden area in Kui Shui Kingdom that is not allowed to enter. On weekdays, many peerless masters are guarded by them. If they are close, they will be banned or killed. Because too many people have never come out after entering, no one dares to approach them over time. No one knows that there is actually a huge manor with luxurious decoration here.

Today, the manor that is usually dead is decorated with lights and laughter echoes. The lobby is filled with people of all kinds, including men, women, young, old, tall, fat and thin, and various dresses. Some are dressed in official uniforms, some are woodcutters, and some are dressed in beggars. But any of them are outside, they are enough to make a part of the land shake.

When the established goals have been without any news for countless years, they cannot help but slowly forget and ignore the reasons for existence and begin to divert their attention. With a huge force beyond ordinary people's imagination, they naturally look at the whole world. The Northern Emperor Sect has begun to violate the ancestral teachings for many years and slowly penetrate the power into the whole world. As for how long their minions have stretched and how far they have penetrated, only the most core rulers know. Of course, all this is very secret, and they will not allow outsiders to notice it.

"Oh, Lao Eighteen, I haven't seen him gained a lot of weight in a few years. I've made a lot of money recently? How many gifts did the young master bring in this wedding?"

"Tsk, you can say this too. I can have a lot of oil in that broken place where birds don't poop. I'm not afraid of you making jokes when I say it. This time I brought three boxes of jewelry and 800,000 taels of silver. What about you?"

"I, not too much, not too much, only a million..."

The biggest obstacle for the Northern Emperor Sect to control the world is not the four countries, but the power of the Southern Emperor Sect that is now vaguely surpassing theirs. The most shortage is materials, and the same is true for the Southern Emperor Sect. Therefore, they have been infiltrating the four countries as much as possible for so many years, rather than conquering wars, and making money has become their top priority.

Two people walked slowly into the lobby. The moment they stepped in, they seemed to be pulled by an invisible aura. Everyone in the hall looked at them involuntarily. Then, the originally lively and noisy lobby suddenly became silent. Everyone moved away from their bodies, stepped back on both sides, stood respectfully, and looked at the person who came with a burning look. It was a look of looking up at the mountain, as if looking at the supreme god.

This man was about forty years old, wearing a red robe with flame color, tall figure, white face, and a plain and easy-going face. The easy-going face was hidden in his striking majesty. Beside him, a middle-aged beautiful woman held his arm, smiled gently, and her walking behavior showed a sense of noble elegance in her bones. This kind of nobleness is beyond the possession of ordinary wealthy ladies, and even more so than some queens and concubines.

The only one who can make these people show such eyes is Yan Duanhun, the current sect leader of the Northern Emperor Sect, who is by his only wife. After the two sat down in the most noble position in the hall, everyone saluted: "Gours to the sect leader and the mistress."

Yan Duanhun nodded slightly and said, "Don't be too polite for everyone. You have been busy traveling thousands of miles for my son's wedding. I think it's very hard along the way. Please don't be restricted at the wedding today, and you don't need to care about ordinary etiquette. Do your best to do everything and return with all your time."

"Yes, the sect leader!"

Yan Duanhun is unpredictable on weekdays, and few people know what he is rushing around every day. The sect leader of each generation of the Northern Emperor Sect must be the person with the highest cultivation level in the sect. Yan Duanhun is far stronger than his dozen brothers and cousins. After inheriting the position of the sect leader and receiving the Qiankun Initiation of the superior sect leader, it became even more unfathomable. Except for himself, no one knows how strong he is. But when he looks closely, Yan Duanhun does not have the characteristics that a martial artist should have, either in appearance or indulge in martial arts. He is like a white-faced middle-aged scholar.

The wedding process of the Northern Emperor Sect is not the same as the secular world. In comparison, it is much more casual, but worshiping ancestors is indispensable, so Yan Duanhun appears here today. Not long after, Yan Ximing, dressed in a fired clothes, walked in with a spring breeze on his face and greeted those who were sitting in the upper seats one by one: "Uncle, second uncle... seventh uncle... thirteenth aunt... all of you are here..."

"Hahahaha, how can we not come after our young sect leader's wedding? It's really more extraordinary after not seeing each other for a year, but it's much more promising than your sixteenth brother."

"Where is it, Uncle Jiu has won the award, everything is the love of all seniors..."

Yan Zhimeng sat in her room, looking at her indifferent self in the mirror, speechless for a long time, without any joy or sorrow in her heart. This day finally came too soon. Once, she even hoped that this moment, because after getting married, her charming power would break through the bottleneck and break through one after another, and from then on, she would become a member of the Northern Emperor Sect, relying on their power to fight for her blood. At this time, when facing her wedding, there was no turmoil in her heart. It had been nearly a month since she learned that Ye Wuchen's death was reported. This period of time was enough to make her heart a little cold and numb in the tear-out pain. It seemed that the emotional string in her heart was cut off forever with his departure.

"Miss, you must be the most beautiful bride in the world... No, right? Miss is the most beautiful person in the world. Even if the young master is favored by the lady, it is his blessing." Ping'er stood behind her and said with a smile. She was with Yan Zhimeng every day, so how could she not notice the changes she had changed over the past period of time? Even today, she is quiet and worrying. Ping'er tried her best to make her happy, but she never succeeded. She remembered that it had been a long time since she saw her laugh.

There were endless laughter and noise in my ears. These "patriarchs" would be as concerned as a child at such a happy moment, shouting with all their hearts and silence in the room. Yan Zhimeng did not answer Ping'er, but she was still staring at herself in the mirror. She was already wearing a fire-colored wedding dress, and she was so beautiful that she could not be seen, but there was a little depression and haggardness between her eyebrows.

After a long silence, Ping'er twisted his clothes with both hands, bit his lip, and plucked up all the courage and asked, "Miss... do you like others?"

Yan Zhimeng's eyes moved and she shook her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"But Miss... do you know that since you came back last time, you have often called someone's name in your sleep, I..." Ping'er finally said it, and her heart beating quickly. She was worried that if Yan Zhimeng was discovered after marrying Yan Ximing, the consequences would be terrible.

Yan Zhimeng: "..."

"The person the lady likes is actually the dead one... Ye Wuchen, right?" Ping'er asked carefully.

"Since you know, why bother ask?" Yan Zhimeng said with no surprise or worry. She believed that even if Ping'er knew, she would not say it out. Ping'er was the one who accompanied her every day. If she couldn't see it, it would be abnormal.

"Ah? But, but..." After receiving her affirmative answer, Ping'er's last disillusion was shattered, both anxious and scared.

"When is it now?" Yan Zhimeng asked.

"It's almost noon. They have been waiting outside for a long time, Miss..."

"Let's go." Yan Zhimeng stood up and walked out the door. Ping'er hurriedly followed her and helped her.

From today on, what she had to do was to prevent Yan Ximing from discovering as much as possible. She could not or confess to him, otherwise the consequences would not be something she could bear, nor could she refuse or escape. However, she had no regrets in her heart that night. Even if this accident was very likely to ruin her voice. Before he died, she would not only have no regrets, but also satisfied and gladly. That night should be the most precious memory in her life, or it might be her last happiness.

After noon, the wedding finally officially began. The sound of gongs and drums was indispensable, and the shouts of the people completely suppressed these sounds. At this time, the core people of the Northern Emperor Sect gathered together, and they were all top-notch. The thick sounds added up to make people thrill blood. When Yan Ximing, who was smiling and Yan Zhimeng, who was supported by Ping'er, walked in side by side, the sound was like a wave. As Yan Duanhun said, on the day of the wedding, they didn't need any scruples at all, just have fun.

"Minger and Meng'er are paired with a pair of ground and made of heaven. Who can match Ming'er's ability? Meng'er's appearance is also unparalleled. It's really enviable to others, hahahaha."

"You old man is so envious. When it comes to envy... Alas, my three incompetent sons are not as good as Ming'er."

Yan Duanhun and Mrs. Yan sat in the main hall. Mrs. Yan smiled and there was a rare smile on her face. She kept nodding her head. She obviously was in a good mood. Yan Ximing and Yan Zhimeng walked to them before stopping. Yan Duanhun raised his hand, and the noise of the crowd stopped abruptly, without a trace of sound. He nodded and said, "Ming'er, you are twenty-three this year, Meng'er is full of double 10 today. Finally, it is your wedding day, and it has also ended a major event in my heart. I won't say much more. After you get married, you must remember to be harmonious and respectful, everything is small, the prosperity and interests of the family are great, and the perfect combination is forever. "

"Kids remember that they will not disappoint their father and all the people in the family." Yan Ximing answered respectfully and solemnly.

"Okay, OK, today is your wedding day. Don't pay attention to your father's inappropriate words. You and Meng'er have known each other for so many years. I have nothing to worry about. Just remember to spread more branches and leaves." Mrs. Yan said with a smile. She really has nothing else to worry about. Once the daughter of Meiyin is a man, she will fall in love with her for the rest of her life. She will not change until death. How could she not know?

Yan Duanhun was quite fond of his wife, and he didn't care about it when he heard this. He smiled and said, "The good time has arrived, and I have nothing to say. Let's start now. Before that, worship the ancestors of my Northern Emperor Sect!"

During the wedding, the first thing I had to worship heaven and earth first, but in the Northern Emperor Sect, I did not worship heaven and earth, but the Northern Emperor. Because heaven and earth were born because of their ancestors, the Northern Emperor and the Southern Emperor, what qualifications did the Heaven and Earth have to let them worship? Yan Ximing immediately knelt down, and Ping'er shook Yan Zhimeng, whose body was stiff, and helped her kneel down slowly...

At this moment, Yan Zhimeng's hand subconsciously grabbed Ping'er's arm, covered her mouth with one hand, and started to retreat in pain, and her body shook one after another, shaking. Ping'er was shocked and hurriedly supported her: "Miss? What's wrong with you Miss..."

Chapter 220 Escape...

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