The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 1245
Xihe and Fang Qinglin returned to the front yard. The heads of the four major sects and Mrs. Jing'an were in the living room, and the disciples followed the disciples of the Misty Sect to restore the damaged tables, chairs, houses, and walls, and the arranged wedding hall was in a mess.

Seeing them, the disciples of several major sects couldn't help but groan, after all, a good wedding banquet was ruined by them.

The two of them just glanced lightly and walked towards the living room. Before entering, they heard Mrs. Jing'an criticizing loudly. The heads of the four major factions were criticized and their faces turned red.

"The loss of my Misty Sect, the disciple's wedding, you just wait for the word 'conspiracy' to think... why are you here?"

Seeing them walk in, Mrs. Jing'an frowned: "These have nothing to do with the two of you, on the day of great joy, you can do whatever you want!"

The head of the Lingxiao faction also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, nephew Qinglin, quickly take your wife back to the new house, there are us elders here."

Fang Qinglin bowed his hands to the head of the Ling Xiao Sect, and said, "Master, Master, my junior sister and I found some disciples of the Devil's Cult at the foot of the mountain, and they have already lost their mobility, and ordered the disciples to leave with Wan Yanfei." , maybe we can find the Devil's Cult stronghold."

Master Jing'an said in a deep voice, "Understood, I will ask my disciples to escort them back."

Zong Nanfan also nodded, the chaos was caused by the Demon Sect, and the attack on the Demon Sect is urgent, they will interrogate these Demon Sect disciples, and send people to continue to pay attention to Wan Yanfei's whereabouts.

But he, the teacher and the others will take care of these matters, there is no need for the two of them.

The two of Xihe saluted respectfully, turned and left.

After leaving the living room, a gust of breeze blows head-on, the Misty Mountain is full of rays of light, and the scenery is pleasant.

Xihe turned to look at Fang Qinglin, and the two looked at each other with a smile slowly blooming in their eyes.

They were still wearing wedding clothes, and the bright red clothes were set off even more beautifully by the sunset. Those cumbersome golden hairpins had disappeared, their long black hair was flying in the wind, and their smiling eyes were sparkling.

Fang Qinglin held Xihe's hand: "Junior Sister, let's go."

Xihe clenched his hand tightly: "Yes."

The fight in the afternoon did not affect the backyard, Xihe took Fang Qinglin to the wedding room.

The wedding room was decorated very festively, with peanuts and longans sprinkled on the bed, which symbolized many children and many blessings, the Chinese character “囍” was pasted on the window, and there were “卺卺” wine and two cups on the table.

As soon as Fang Qinglin entered the room, he became stiff and sat on the stool, not daring to move.

Xihe hung the sword on the wall, turned around and sat down beside him, poured two glasses casually when he saw the wine, twisted one up, handed the other over, and looked at him with a smile.

Fang Qinglin: "..."

The fingers on his lap curled up, and he took the cup for a long time.

The two approached each other, arms crossed, looked into each other's eyes, and drank the wine slowly.

Being so close, the subtle expressions on the other party's face could be seen clearly. Seeing Fang Qinglin's blush gradually spreading from his neck to his face, Xihe couldn't help but laugh out loud, taking pleasure in other people's misfortunes.

Fang Qinglin: "..."

He silently put their wine glasses on the table.

Taking advantage of her happy smile, she stretched out her long arms and pulled her into her arms.

Xihe:! ! !
Eyes wide open, looking at him in surprise.

Fang Qinglin still had a thin layer of red on his face, and gradually tightened his arms: "Junior Sister."

The aftertaste is very long, indescribably clear and moving.

Xihe blushed in an instant, her heart was about to move, this guy...

Fang Qinglin: "Junior Sister, do you want some food? I woke up early this morning and didn't have time to use it because I was disturbed by the Demon Cult at noon. I must be hungry."

A series of question marks popped up in Xihe's heart, is that all? ? ?
She thought the atmosphere was just right, he was going to say something, or do something~
But when he said this, the neglected sense of hunger came out instantly, and his stomach growled: "Yes!"

After the meal, the sky was already dark, the servant brought hot water, and after a brief wash, the two of them came out of the back room...

Two red candles were burning on the table, and there was a commotion from the front yard, because they wanted to discuss the plan to attack the Demon Cult, people from the five major sects all stayed at the Misty Gate, and when there were more people, they would naturally discuss each other and make all kinds of troubles movement.

Facing the bronze mirror, Xihe carefully wiped her hair with a cotton cloth, absorbing the moisture little by little.

She had already changed her wedding gown, she was wearing a thin red single dress, her long black satin-like hair was held in snow-white hands, which made her white skin even more beautiful, and she was astonishingly beautiful.

Putting down the veil, her long hair was draped softly behind her back, and she turned to look at Fang Qinglin.

Fang Qinglin blushed again, stepped forward to hug her, Xihe smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck, walked towards the bed...

For several days in a row, the two of them followed each other like shadows. After breakfast, they went to the back mountain to practice swords.

Just as Xihe imagined, Fang Qinglin is a gentleman, dignified and gentle.

Like a slowly flowing clear stream, the moist things silently erode your surroundings. Even if it is hard to hold back, you just pursed your lips forbearance, and beads of sweat dripped from your forehead.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "My lady."

Xihe trembled and gave him a few paws.

Combining the Zhengyang exercises and the Taiyin scriptures, one can obtain supreme magic skills.

Xihe named this exercise - Shengxianjue.

"Ascension to the Immortal Art is exquisite, it is more than a step higher than Zhengyang Kung Fu, junior sister, do you really want to give it to me?" Fang Qinglin flipped through the kung fu, a little unbelievable.

"Junior Sister, do you know how powerful this technique is? Putting it on the rivers and lakes will definitely shock the rivers and lakes, the government and the public."

Fang Qinglin was very touched that his junior sister gave him such a mysterious secret book, but he still hoped that she would consider it carefully.

"I gave it to you precisely because it is powerful. Otherwise, why would I waste so much effort to snatch Zhengyang Kung Fu? It's not just to make you invincible all over the world, so as to protect me and my future children."

The woman laughed and teased her husband every day.

Fang Qinglin was stunned, but he was relieved seeing that she didn't care at all and still had the heart to tease her.

"Then Qinglin would like to thank Junior Sister."

Since the junior sister has a heart, so what if he accepts it, as the junior sister said, after the martial arts is advanced, she can protect her and the baby.

He couldn't help but hugged the person in his arms tightly.

Xihe rolled his eyes.She is also practicing Immortal Ascension Art, which is extremely mysterious, and she can reach the same level of cultivating immortals without cultivating spiritual roots. up.

"Although this method is an immortal formula, it is not the real method of the immortal family. Don't expect too much, sir."

"For example, flying up in the daytime, moving mountains and filling the sea, it is better to dream faster."

Fang Qinglin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and squeezed the soft flesh on her waist: "I am such an arrogant person in your heart? I only wish to stay with my junior sister forever in this life, and never separate."

Xihe laughed and hid in his arms: "Itchy~"

So from this day on, the two of them practiced swords, and when they were grinding together, they practiced the art of ascending to the immortal.

When a disciple came back with the news, saying that following Wan Yanfei, he had found the lair of the Demon Cult, and the two of them had already practiced to the second level of the kung fu, but Fei Ye picked flowers and wounded others, and his light kung fu flowed like clouds and water.

(End of this chapter)