Outside the Hall of Tibetan Concubines, the men carrying sedan chairs waited for a long time, but they did not wait for the bride. The matchmaker also looked inside urgently.

On the corridor.

Su Nansheng suddenly pulled off the red veil, his eyes were bloodshot, "What did you ask him to do!"

"Go to the high hall and perform a good show in front of the spirit of my deceased father and brother." Yan Jingchen's face was calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, "A good show of the uncle and nephew of the Wudang Sect killing each other."

"You!" Su Nansheng was about to say something, but he felt a fishy sweetness in his chest and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that something was wrong, Lu Xi hurriedly pulled away the hands of the two, protected Su Nansheng behind him, and said angrily: "What do you want to do!"

"I don't have to hide it." Yan Jingchen pressed his hand lightly on the hilt of the sword and pulled Mu Huai sword out an inch. "My wedding is to take revenge on those who have nothing to do with the death of my father and brother."

A light sentence "revenge" hides indescribable pleasure.

Lu Xi cursed: "Give her a wedding just for revenge. Are you, who is unscrupulous, afraid of being struck by lightning!"

"But the origin of this marriage was you who were tempted by money." Yan Jingchen sneered, "If I hadn't had my betrothal gift, would you agree to my marriage?"

Lu Xizheng wanted to refute something, but was suddenly pulled back by Su Nansheng, "It's hard for me to imagine that you and her would be siblings, and they are two different people."

"Hmm?" Yan Jingchen looked at Su Nansheng coldly.

"Jiwei, she is lively and kind. Although she is sometimes a little domineering, she will lend a helping hand when she sees beggars in Jinling City. On the snowy day of the twelfth lunar month, she will ask people to make a pot of hot plum blossom porridge to deliver it to the hungry and cold people on the street." Su Nansheng recalled the past and smiled warmly, "You and her are really not like each other at all."

"Plum Blossom Porridge? Speaking of which, I haven't drunk the plum Blossom Porridge made by my father for a long time. I put a lot of sugar in it, which makes me so tired." Yan Jingchen answered the question that he was not asking, and a little sadness appeared on his handsome face.

"You often miss the past, why don't I?" Su Nansheng's eyes turned red, "If you continue like this, how many people's smiles will be destroyed."

"Even the same person will be crushed by some things, turning it over into what she doesn't want to be." Yan Jingchen sighed, revealing a little sadness in his tone, but it soon turned back to its original coldness. "You are not qualified to persuade me. Just stay here for me and watch all this happen."

"Why..." Su Nansheng looked at Yan Jingchen in pain and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Lu Xi patted Su Nansheng on the back and cursed angrily: "What are you talking about to this little guy!"

Yan Jingchen narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Do you know who are you talking to and what are you talking about now?"

Lu Xi said sternly: "What you say to a wolf-hearted and dog-hearted person is naturally what you say to a dog!"

Yan Jingchen gathered his eyebrows and suddenly raised the Muhuai in his hand. Before the Muhuai sword was even unsheathed, it burst out with a gloomy sword intent. Like a hungry ghost, it quickly smashed the rockery in the courtyard next to the corridor to pieces, and raised the dust in the sky.

Under this dust, Yan Jingchen subconsciously covered his nose and coughed. Lu Xi caught the opportunity and pushed Su Nansheng slightly, "Go away."

Su Nansheng said in surprise: "What?"

Yan Jingchen was shocked, but because he was in the dust, he did not dare to speak, but he still groped and walked towards the two of them.

Lu Xi hurriedly took a big step forward and hugged Yan Jingchen tightly, "What are you hesitating about! Come and find your Taoist priest!"

Su Nansheng made up his mind, gritted his teeth and rushed out.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and Yan Jingchen pulled Lu Xi's hand viciously, and even dug out a few bloody fine marks, "Damn it, let it go!"

"You little slut, I shouldn't have lent you to lead my girl to meet her Taoist priest!" Lu Xi cursed and hugged her tighter.

Yan Jingchen frowned and asked sternly: "What did you say!"

"I read very little. The new words you just saw were really taught me." Lu Xi smiled proudly and said, "Your little money is nothing in front of the merchants of Jinling. I just value your reputation and status. King Muhuai will definitely get married. Many people in the world will know this news. The stinky Taoist priest will definitely know. If he has a conscience, he will come back to meet Nan Sheng!"

"This is my picture, but I'm still satisfied!"

Yan Jingchen was already unhappy, not to mention that Lu Xi was provoking when he spoke, and the anger he held in his chest could not be dissipated, and eventually he turned into a flash of murderous intent.

"I was a famous actress in Xueyue when I was young, and she was quite beautiful. Why didn't you, a big man, be hugged by me..." Lu Xi said "not blushing or breathing" before she finished speaking, she groaned.

Yan Jingchen immediately broke away from Lu Xi, and walked out of the hall holding Mu Huai, which was stained with blood.

"Children!" Lu Xi covered her wound and rushed up again.

"It's stubborn!" Yan Jingchen turned around suddenly, his temperament was cold, and there seemed to be a faint purple aura in his eyes. A cloud of yin aura lingered on the Muhuai Sword, which suddenly pierced into Lu Xi's heart.

Lu Xi stared at Yan Jingchen helplessly, "Don't go..."

A rippling of blood was splashed on the corridor.

"Miss, Miss!" The matchmaker watched Su Nansheng run out of the hall and exclaimed in surprise.

However, Su Nansheng seemed to have fought his best and ran forward. No matter how they shouted, Su Nansheng did not turn around.

After a moment, footsteps came from the hall.

Unlike Su Nansheng's rapid and panic, the footsteps were very rhythmic, very cold and without temperature. The matchmaker and the men couldn't help but sweat in cold sweat.

The sound of footsteps actually coincided with their heartbeat.

Thumb, Thumb, Thumb.

A handsome young man walked out of the hall. When the matchmaker saw it, he hurriedly said, "Prince, Miss, she just ran away..."

Before she finished speaking, her legs became weak and she fell to the ground.

The face is still the same, but the person is no longer.

Yan Jingchen was handsome, better-looking than an ordinary beauties, and his elegant manner revealed the temperament of a prince and aristocratic.

But now Yan Jingchen reveals coldness from head to toe.

"King... Prince." The matchmaker curled up there, trembling violently.

Yan Jingchen didn't even look at her, and jumped away.

On the eaves not far away, someone has seen what they want to see the most.

"Is this the evil sword technique after opening the shackles?" The man unconsciously shrank into his black robe.

The broad black robe and the voice was empty. It was the mysterious black robe who gave Yan Jingchen a sword book that day.

This man in black robe practiced an extremely evil palm technique, and his internal strength was also an evil internal strength. However, he felt an extremely cold and chill at this moment!

The sword technique is so sad that it can attract yin energy to sword energy. Few people know where it comes from. However, nineteen years ago, the owner of the Burial Sword Villa "Xiangxianke" relied on this sword technique to set off a bloody storm in the world.

This sword technique does not require practice. Remember the mantra in mind to achieve great success. This is second and more importantly, because this sword technique is achieved too quickly, the mood will be unstable after practicing it and the personality will become cold and impermanent. Once you use this sword technique to kill people, you will open up the shackles in your heart and your mood will change drastically.

"What a great evil skill. I'll be lucky to see you today." The man in black robe smiled bitterly, took off the human skin that was pressed against his right hand, revealing the thick white bones. "It's a pity that I can never practice swords anymore."
Chapter completed!