Article 903
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——He will always be handsome when he is at his most high-spirited.
In the blink of an eye, this year's New Year's Eve, according to the rules of the world of self-cultivation, parents' filial piety can be removed. So in the month before New Year's Eve, Xue Meng finally officially crowned the crown of death and life, and the Quartet came to congratulate, Daqing in Shu.
In that piece of fire tree and silver flower night, Xue Mengyi said the ritual system of elder Xuanji, wearing a jade crown, wearing a head ring, silk and silk gauze inside and outside the nine-fold Chinese dress, adding a crown to serve the jīng until the cuffs Tenglong finely decorated eyes Embroidered with fire beads.
He stood in the solemn and magnificent Danxin Hall, with a face like Kunyu, handsome and mature.
In those eyebrows, if you distinguish carefully, you can see some of Jiang Xi's shadow. It's just that he will never be surnamed Jiang, and he will never want to be the same as Jiang Xi.
"Congratulations, Sect Master Xianjun."
Elder Xuanji led his disciples to bow down first.
The disciples at the top of life and death turned like a blue sea, and their armor was shining, and they bowed and knelt one by one.
The sound was rumbling, like thunder, resounding through the mist-shrouded mountain tops.
"Congratulations--Sect Master Xianjun."
The fireworks are blooming in the night sky, as if the glorious years of life and death have begun, and the darkness or warmth of last night will never look back.
Xue Meng smiled, his black eyes were deep and quiet, but not so bright.
He toasted and drank with the crowd.
The extremely appropriate behavior will never make those absurd and ridiculous mistakes like before.
Mei Hanxue sighed under the seat and closed his eyes: "This kid... Finally, he is going to become Nangong Liu."
"Be careful."
Mei Hanxue glanced at her brother: "I'm not saying that others have problems, I'm talking about his position today."
"That's not what you should talk about." The elder brother said coldly, "Also, from the beginning of the banquet to now, twenty-six girls have come to me. Take off your human skin mask, I've had enough. already."
Mei Hanxue immediately frowned in distress.
The banquet was over, because there were too many guests, and it was difficult to take care of them at the top of the dead, so I had to arrange for the disciples to receive the corresponding head, elders, and disciples.
Everyone went back drunk and drunk, and the country changed its dynasty, each with their own concerns.
Xue Meng returned to the room.
He really wasn't drunk today, the sober soup of the greedy elders was better than anything else.
He sat down, rubbed his brow bone wearily, and wanted to take off the heavy ornaments on his body, but after looking at the bronze mirror for a while, he felt that he was covered in jade pendants, and he didn't know where to take them off.
Xuanji knocked on the door and came in.
"Your Highness."
Xue Meng said: "Huh?"
"This is a gift list from various sects. The precepts forgot to send it to you." Xuanji handed him a thick stack of gold and red booklets, "Remember to read it carefully, and think carefully about the gift."
Xue Meng only felt more and more tired: "I know."
"Also, Sect Leader Jiang said he wanted to see you alone."
"……not see."
Xuanji is not reluctant, he has always been the last to observe the words of all the elders at the top of the dead. He sighed and said, "Then I'll reject him later."
"Anything else?"
Xuanji said, "No more."
Xue Meng actually wants him to say that there are other things, it is best to tell him directly "two mysterious guests suddenly came outside and said they want to see you.", but there is no.
Xuanji left and closed the carved lacquer door in the head's bedroom.
In the huge room, Xue Ziming stood alone. He stood for a long time, and finally walked to the table, lit the lights, and looked at the thick gift lists.
The list of gifts is arranged according to the order of gift giving. The Lonely Moon Night, which is rich in the world, is naturally the first. The list is full of extravagant treasures such as "flame feathers" and "spirit whale beads". There are some things he has never even seen before. I've seen it, Jiang Xi is very generous, and it's really not bad.
But for these precious treasures, Xue Meng is not in the mood to read more at the moment. He flips through the booklet, trying to find the names of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran in it - even if many loose repairs do not come, gifts will be delivered. . This is an extremely important day in Xue Meng's life. If Mo Ran is not dead, if Chu nightning is still in this arena, then they will always get the news of his enthronement.
Stepping Snow Palace, Huohuang Pavilion, Wusei Temple...
Turned page by page.
The pages of the private congratulations of the loose cultivator were turned back and forth dozens of times.
But no.
At the end, Xue Meng leaned on the cushioned mahogany carved seat, raised his hand and rubbed his brow bone tiredly.
No.
His master, his...cousin, really seemed to have completely disappeared. After the war that day, he disappeared from the rivers and lakes.
There was laughter and jubilation outside, and there was a sound of polite pào.
He really couldn't accept the deception of Chu nightning and Mo Ran to himself, and could no longer get along with the two without any grudges, but no matter what, he still misses them deep in his heart.
When the ancestral hall was built, everyone told him that the ink burned was dead, but he was stubborn. He said that if you live to see people die, you must see corpses. Before there is any definite news, what about the red cloth on the spirit card? Nor will it be taken off.
In fact, he also knows that many things happen and they happen, and he tries his best to understand him.
They still couldn't relax, thinking about what they were hiding from him, he felt suffocated, entangled in the five, and couldn't even take a breath.
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