Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law

Nalan Yiren stared at Si Song's back until he disappeared from her sight, then found a place to sit down, looked into the distance, and said: "Just now I let the Taoji Gu sense it, it is indeed a sign of blood and qi decline, and the Taoji Gu also smelled a trace of death, at most one year..."

Speaking of this, Nalan Yiren's emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out, sobbing softly, tears like rain, and sobbing: "One year, the current condition of the elder can only support one year at most. The second elder is right, let him live happily in the last period of his life"

Chen Mo sat down beside her, seeing her crying so sadly, gently hugged her into his arms, and comforted her softly.

At this time, Nalan Yiren really wanted someone to comfort herself. The moment Chen Mo hugged her into his arms, Nalan Yiren leaned directly on his chest and buried her head and cried.

When her grandfather was murdered, it was the Great Elder who took on the role of "grandfather", raising and caring for her, and spending more time with her than her biological grandfather.

In Nalan Yiren's heart, she had long regarded the Great Elder as her other grandfather.

Now that she knew that the Great Elder's life was about to end and she was still powerless, the pain in her heart could be imagined.

Although the Taoji Gu was powerful, it could not reverse life and death.

It was the first time that Chen Mo saw Nalan Yiren like this, sobbing softly and crying. With her personality, she definitely didn't want to show her weak side in front of others, but she showed it in front of him now.

It can be seen that Nalan Yiren really regarded him as a relative and her other half in her heart.

"Okay, don't cry. If others see it and tell the Great Elder, it will be exposed." Chen Mo wiped the tears from the corners of Nalan Yiren's eyes.

Nalan Yiren raised her head slightly, her eyes were red from crying, her eyes were watery, and she looked into Chen Mo's eyes.

Then, under Chen Mo's surprised eyes, Nalan Yiren took the initiative to kiss his lips, and then pushed Chen Mo to the ground with a little force, pressed on him, and pulled Chen Mo's robe.

As Chen Mo's robe was torn open, her kiss fell on Chen Mo's chest.

Awkward and passionate.

Just as Nalan Yiren's slender hand touched Chen Mo's body, Chen Mo grabbed it.

Nalan Yiren's red eyes showed a hint of doubt, and said: "Didn't you want me a long time ago?"

As she said that, she pulled her hand away, wanting to continue, but it didn't move at all. Chen Mo's hand was like a pliers, motionless.

Chen Mo put his other hand on Nalan Yiren's shoulder, pushed her up a little, and said: "Yiren, I know what you are thinking, but we are going to get married soon, there is no rush at this time, I don't want you to have regrets."

Chen Mo knew Nalan Yiren's idea, that is, she wanted to get pregnant as soon as possible, and wanted Si Song to see his grandson before he died.

But now they have come to the Poison King Valley, Chen Mo doesn't want her to explain hastily, but wants to give her an unforgettable memory.

"But."

"Yiren, listen to me."

Seeing that Nalan Yiren wanted to say more, Chen Mo let go of her hand, held her shoulders with both hands, and said seriously.

"Saint, son-in-law, you guys"

Just then, a female disciple of the Poison King Valley appeared behind the two of them. Seeing the scene in front of them, she was stunned and her face flushed.

In the perception of female disciples, such things are dominated by men.

But now.

The saint is the saint, it is really amazing.

It's just that it's broad daylight outside, the Saint is too anxious.

Hearing the voice of another person, Nalan Yiren was also startled, and quickly stood up, with a stern face to hide the panic in her heart, and said with a slightly cold face: "Who asked you to come?"

But the female disciple turned around at this moment.

Because Chen Mo's robe was torn open by Nalan Yiren, the moment Nalan Yiren stood up, Chen Mo's exposed chest was also reflected in the eyes of the female disciple, and her heart was beating like a deer.

She exclaimed in her heart, "The Saint is too anxious."

"Saint, the disciple is here to give the son-in-law a wedding robe. The elder just told me." The female disciple said.

Nalan Yiren then noticed that the female disciple was holding a tray in her hand.

"Wedding robe?" Chen Mo was stunned and subconsciously said, "Has the wedding date been set?"

"Two days later, March 19th, the third elder calculated that it is a rare auspicious day in a hundred years, suitable for marriage." The female disciple said.

"Two days later, it seems that Poison King Valley is also in a hurry." Chen Mo thought.

"I know, put down the things, you can go." Nalan Yiren's voice was slightly cold.

The female disciple shuddered, said "Saint, your wedding gown has been sent to you", then put down the tray and ran away immediately.

"Wait." Nalan Yiren suddenly called the female disciple.

"Saint. Is there anything else?" The female disciple stood still in an instant, slowly turned around, but did not dare to look at Chen Mo.

"Just now. What did you see?" Nalan Yiren said.

"Disciple saw the saint and the son-in-law." The female disciple said subconsciously, and when she found that the saint's face was getting colder and colder, she reacted and hurriedly said: "Disciple didn't see anything."

The coldness on Nalan Yiren's face was restrained a little, and she said: "If I hear some rumors later, you know?"

"Saint, what are you talking about, disciples don't understand."

"Well, you can go down."

The female disciple turned around and walked away quickly, and when she walked a little further away, she became a trot.

Who said the Saint is not as fierce as before?

The saint's appearance just now was simply too scary.

"Well, I'll go back first. Try this wedding gown to see if it fits you. If it doesn't fit, tell me as soon as possible. There's still time to change it." Nalan Yiren picked up the tray that the female disciple had just put down and handed it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took it and nodded. He looked at the wedding gown on the tray. It was not the common red wedding gown, nor was it green or cyan, but azure blue with plaid stripes. It should be the national costume of Baiyue.

After Nalan Yiren left, Chen Mo returned to the house and tried it on.

It was a bit too big overall, but it was okay. It didn't look bloated. Just change the position of the shoulders on both sides.

At night.

The fire lit up, and the buildings were staggered and stacked, which made it clearer. From a distance, I saw the figure holding a torch like a firefly, heading towards the center of the valley.

"Come quickly, the elder has held a bonfire feast for you to welcome you." Nalan Yiren came over at this time. She changed into a plain Baiyue costume, which made her look a bit exotic. She put on the half-face mask again.

After saying that, Nalan Yiren glanced at Chen Mo, grabbed Han Anniang's hand beside Chen Mo, and went to the center of the valley.

Chen Mo followed behind.

In the center of the square, there was a cobblestone square. Young men and women in the valley held hands and sang and danced around the bonfire in the center of the square.

The thousand-man guards brought by Chen Mo were also arranged around the square by the people of the Poison King Valley, with tables and chairs and food prepared.

When they saw Chen Mo coming, they all stood up and said respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Such a neat and solemn scene attracted everyone in the square, and even the young men and women holding hands, singing and dancing, stopped.

"Everyone, please sit down. When you are here, there is no need to talk about these etiquettes. The guests should follow the host's wishes." Chen Mo waved his hand.

"Yes." The voices shook the sky.

"Sun Shu, Yi Ren, come, sit here." Si Song greeted the two people at this time.

Of course, Han An Niang was not left out. Si Song arranged a young woman to entertain Han An Niang.

"Come on, keep singing and dancing." The second elder shouted with a smile.

The dance continued.

After Chen Mo sat down, he glanced and found that Chen Xiu was learning a musical instrument from an old man in the valley.

This musical instrument is unique to Baiyue. It was the first time Chen Xiu saw it and he was quite interested.

"Come, let's toast to the son-in-law." Si Song raised the wine bowl in his hand.

The people in the square sat in a circle, with a long table in front of them and food on it.

The innermost circle was occupied by the people with the highest seniority in the Poison King Valley. The outer the circle, the lower the seniority.

"Grand Elder, you are too old to drink anymore." Nalan Yiren couldn't help but said.

"It's okay to drink less. I'm happy today." Si Song said, "Come on, come on, why are you all standing there, raise your glasses."

Chen Mo stood up quickly: "No, no, no, I can't bear this, I'll toast you."

Chen Mo drank first as a toast.

"Okay."

"My son-in-law is a bad person."

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Chen Mo's move attracted some men to laugh and shout.

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Chen Mo now understood why Nalan Yiren wore a mask again tonight.

After drinking, Nalan Yiren took off her shoes and walked to the campfire barefoot.

The young men and women who were singing and dancing stopped one after another, and then the men left and the women stayed.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute.

The young women danced around Nalan Yiren.

Nalan Yiren also danced.

This action caused a scream.

Before she met Chen Mo, in order to avenge her grandfather, Nalan Yiren left a stern impression in the hearts of people in the valley.

She had never laughed, let alone danced.

The most important thing was that Nalan Yiren's dance was not stupid at all.

On the contrary, it was very beautiful.

At this time, a group of colorful little snakes crawled from nowhere. There were not many of them, about a dozen. They came to Nalan Yiren's feet, stood up, and moved with Nalan Yiren's dance.

At first, Han Anniang was still very scared, but as the cheers became more and more enthusiastic, she actually thought these little snakes were very cute.

After the dance, Nalan Yiren came to Chen Mo's side, pulled Chen Mo over, and danced with her.

Although Chen Mo had never learned to dance, he had a strong understanding and learned body movements, so he quickly followed Nalan Yiren's beat.

Sun Meng, who was eating and drinking, saw this scene and quickly picked up the wine bowl beside him and swallowed the food in his mouth with the wine. After a while, he shouted: "Good".

Sun Meng applauded enthusiastically.

The soldiers below followed suit.

Of course, there was no reluctance in this action.

It was such an honor to see His Majesty dance for them.

The smoke from the ancestral graves would not be enough.

When the song ended, Nalan Yiren took off the mask on her face, held Chen Mo's hand, and looked at Chen Mo affectionately.

There was a bonfire next to them. The firelight shone on Nalan Yiren's face, making her sickly white skin look a little rosy, making her look particularly moving.

Chen Mo hugged her waist, pulled her into his arms, and then kissed Nalan Yiren's lips in front of everyone.

This scene caused a brief silence in the square.

But it was only a moment, cheers and screams, one wave higher than the other.

Tonight, the valley was filled with singing and dancing.

Tonight, the night was beautiful, but the people were more beautiful.

Tonight, everyone was very happy.

Even on the second day, the smiles on everyone's faces had not faded.

Whenever I thought of Chen Mo, I couldn't help laughing.

And on this day, Chen Mo went with Nalan Yiren to pay homage to her grandfather and parents.

Nalan Yiren's parents passed away before Nalan Yiren could remember anything. Nalan Yiren didn't have a deep impression of them, and even forgot what they looked like.

So Nalan Yiren didn't say much in front of her parents' graves.

But when she arrived at her grandfather's grave, she talked endlessly.

When Chen Mo saw Nalan Yiren's mood getting low again, he squatted down, held Nalan Yiren's hand, interlocked their fingers, and then looked at the tombstone and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. Although I haven't seen you, I promise you that from now on, I will never let Yiren suffer any grievances."

Nalan Yiren blushed, and then smiled shyly and happily.

Afterwards, Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren planted a peach tree seedling under the waterfall in the valley, and a large stone was erected next to the peach tree with words engraved on it.

Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren were forever together.

Soon, the time came to March 19th, the day of their wedding.

The steps of the Baiyue wedding were not as complicated as those of the Wei Dynasty. As the saying goes, the guest follows the host's wishes. Although Chen Xiu wanted to make the wedding grand and solemn, he had to follow the host's wishes.

It was near dusk that day.

Chen Xiu, the Third Elder and several Poison King Valley disciples rushed into the attic where Chen Mo lived, and hurriedly changed Chen Mo into a wedding gown and a Taoji Gu-style mask.

Taoji Gu is a sacred object of Poison King Valley.

Wearing its mask symbolizes that Taoji Gu blesses the groom.

After changing into the wedding gown, Chen Xiu laughed: "Your Majesty, Baiyue weddings are not so particular. You should go out to pick up the bride."

After that, the Third Elder called out, and the disciples picked up the musical instruments they carried with them and started to beat them.

The group left the attic and headed towards the main building 500 steps away.

That was where Nalan Yiren lived.

In the room where Nalan Yiren was.

Han Anniang was putting makeup on Nalan Yiren.

Nalan Yiren was dressed festively, wearing a silver crown on her head, a silver ring on each wrist and ankle, and even a silver ring around her neck, which looked several pounds heavy.

In front of her, there was also a gluttonous mask.

But hers was white.

Chen Mo's was black.

"Okay." After drawing Nalan Yiren's eyebrows and confirming that there was nothing wrong, Han Anniang smiled.

Nalan Yiren picked up the mask, put it on her face, and waited for the wedding party to arrive.