Chapter 487 Tuer He Blackened (36)

  Although his face was expressionless, the boy's tone was extremely cold, and said, "I said, stay away from me."

  “…”

   Qingming was stunned for a while, then frowned in grievance, backed away and ran away.

  Jiang Ran wanted to leave Qing Ming to ask about his life experience.

   But people stayed.

   He never asked her once.

  The boy raised his hand slightly and pressed his forehead, lowered his long eyelashes and looked calm.

   Yu Chu and the other peak masters chatted with a smile for a while, and a slender figure approached beside him. The young man's snow-white sleeves were tucked to his side, standing beside her.

  Yu Chu looked at the cascading peaks of Daolu Mountain.

   The winter snow is beginning to melt, and it is warm and cold at first.

  The temperature is still a bit low.

   Her cultivation base was damaged, and she was a little afraid of the cold. She tucked her slender fingers into her sleeves and looked forward lightly.

  …

   Jiang Ran noticed her movements.

   He blinked, silently looking at her hand that was tucked into her sleeve.

  Before...the other party was also afraid of the cold.

   I still remember that time when he went to the north, he didn't know her intentions at that time, and the other party put his hand into his arms to keep warm along the way, citing the cold as an excuse. She was always smiling at that time.

   At that time, her cool slender fingertips crept into his sleeve little by little along her wrist.

  “…”

   Remember the situation.

  Jiang Ran suddenly felt his heart tremble for a moment.

   at this moment.

   Looking at the slender figure of the woman, the boy's eyes were a little blank.

   Is she... cold now?

   However, he will never be asked to warm up again. Is not it.

   Breathing suddenly connected with a dazed pain. Jiang Ran's fingertips were slightly indented into his sleeves, and he lowered his head and said nothing, like a child, quietly hooked the corner of his clothes.

  The wedding finally started.

  The two who became Taoist companions were all happy, and the onlookers were not consciously happy.

   "Invite the newcomer to cross the bridge—"

  Xianmen's respected old man smiled and looked at the newly married Taoist couple with warm eyes.

   The two smiled at each other.

   then slowly hooked each other's hand and held it.

  Others gathered around one side of the Yuanyang Bridge, looking at them with blessings.

   The flower girl sprinkled petals on both sides, and among the blushing petals, the old man smiled again: "Now, please, the sect master, bring the newcomer across the bridge."

  …

  The woman in white stood quietly by the Yuanyang Bridge. Today is a day of great joy, and the veil on her body is also decorated with festive red lines, lining her peaceful eyebrows, making people feel quiet and comfortable.

   "Start-"

   With the trembling voice of the old man.

   White-robed Immortal Venerable walked slowly.

  Jiang Ran, as the apprentice of the sect master, has long been identified, and at this time, he followed behind Immortal Venerable White, accompanied by two newcomers across the bridge.

  The marriage is witnessed by the suzerain, accompanied by the disciples of the suzerain. This is also the highest standard of weddings in the Xianzong.

   Jiang Ran slowly followed in the footsteps of the slender woman.

silently.

   The light in his eyes gradually reflected that the building full of Sansheng stones…

   Yuanyang Bridge.

  The bridge seems to be the same as it has always been, with thin ropes tied to each Sansheng stone, hanging from the bridge locks, showing every couple who make a devout wish.

  Couple…

   They were not.

  Jiang Ran's long eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly walking behind Immortal Venerable, step by step, approaching the position where they once stood.

   He didn't know why.

   Heart suddenly made a sound, beating very fast.

The newlyweds behind    held hands happily, and the people on the shore were all smiles.

   And he followed in that man's footsteps.

  Her likes have always been disgusted and rejected by him.

   And.

   has never been known to anyone.

   What was her mood at that time?

  Jiang Ran was a little stunned. I don't know why I thought of this, and I don't know why my heart tightened slightly. Two people are one after the other, if there is no pair of newcomers behind them, it seems that the people of the Xianzong before and after are all blessings for them.

   Has she ever thought of such a scene?

   Does she know that as two people, such blessings will never come?

  So, what kind of mood and what kind of liking did she have at that time to be able to be good to him all the time, regardless of everything.

   Be nice to him from beginning to end.

   is called a lunatic, and he has not changed.

   During the pain of heart contraction, Jiang Ran's sight gradually reflected that position.

   where they once stood.

   The raucous blessings on the shore seemed to blur.

  The three-born stone was tied to a string, and one of them was engraved with the two of them—

   Jiang Ran's sight reflected the appearance of the stone.

   He was startled.

   I haven't seen the lettering on the stone clearly.

  Hula—

   A small cluster of flames swept the small stone with a faint movement that no one noticed.

  Beside Sansheng Stone.

   On the Yuanyang Bridge.

   Weak fire passed by and turned to ashes.

  …

  Jiang Ran opened his eyes.

   It seemed that it was suddenly dark in front of him, and he didn't even have to think about it to know who it was, just like he burned the wreath in the past, the cloud was light and the wind was light.

   The slight fire only burned for a moment, and the surface of the Sansheng Stone was completely destroyed.

  —

   "Our three-born stone, we have to choose a special one."

  —"It is like the affection of a disciple, willing to be a teacher for a long time."

  Jiang Ran didn't know how much effort he had to use to keep himself walking. After a sudden darkness in front of him, he was stunned and didn't respond. He came back to his senses and walked to the Sansheng Stone whose name was burned.

   brushed away - passed by.

   He once asked: "You hold my hand and carve it yourself, forcing it to come, will it last for a long time?"

  —

  The young figure walked over the stone very slowly.

   His eyes were quiet and vague, his expression pale.

   Sure enough.

   will not last long.

  —

   But then.

   Immortal Venerable White just took two steps back, closed his eyes and clasped his hands in front of him. He was clearly the suzerain of immortal style, but like a little girl, he closed his eyes and made a wish with a gentle voice. "After the disciple."

   "I will definitely accept my heart."

   (end of this chapter)