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Han Rong, who entered the lower realm of the Yuanshen in his forties, was the leader of the Yan Lingwei Eagle Group team and was also one of the first group of secret members of the Yan Lingwei at the beginning of the establishment of the Yan Lingwei.

He had followed Luo Ling, the first leader of Yan Lingwei, to carry out many unknown tasks, and he was in the water and fire, and he was heartless. Otherwise, he would not have been transferred to Bailou Gate to secretly take charge of Princess Ningxue in secret.

The safety of the country has lasted for ten years.

Since the Yuwen Clan General left him with the four brothers of the Eagle Group to protect the princess' safety, he has been alert to Lishan Sect.

Although Yuanshan Town is far away from the world, it is in the Ziwei Prefecture Territory and is still under the control of Eight Hundred Sects.

So in order to prevent accidents, Han Rong asked a brother from the Eagle Group to keep a close eye on the movements of Lishan Sect and communicate with each other. After seeing a group of dozens of Lishan Sect members appear in front of him, Han Rong felt in his heart.

A bad premonition.

He made a gesture.

The three brothers from the Eagle Group next to him moved closer to Xueer, preparing to find an opportunity to break through.

"My friends from the Great Yan Empire came uninvited. As the host, I, Lishan Sect, seemed to be a little neglected by the distinguished guests."

The seventeen people in Lishan Sect and his group had already set off. The person in charge, who was in the lead, was obviously different from the other sixteen people in terms of their clothes.

The man put his hand behind him and glanced at the simple cave with a rough look.

With the alertness and keen observation he developed through walking in the dark for many years, Han Rong could see that this person was at least an elder in Lishan Sect, and his cultivation level was probably not inferior to him.

"We are just taking the road and will leave soon. We dare not bother Lishan Sect." Han Rong moved several steps intentionally or unintentionally, blocking the elder of Lishan Sect with his body and looking at Ningxue.

The princess's bad vision.

"You can't say that. Now that the Great Yan Empire has started a war with the Qizhou Region, the war has already spread throughout Tiandong. It is rare that there will be a distinguished guest of the imperial country within the gate of my mountain sect. If you don't invite the sect to discuss it, the sect leader will blame you for your crime.

I can't afford it."

The elder of Lishan Sect waved.

More than a dozen disciples of the sects around him showed off their weapons and pressed them step by step.

Han Rong frowned deeply, and he slowly stepped back.

Xueer, who was slightly worried, was also retreating under the escorts of three Yan Ling Guards.

Not far behind me is a cliff. Although it is only halfway up the mountain, if it falls, it will definitely be immortal and ruined.

The wind blows in the mountains.

There are subtle movements in the jungle.

Han Rong glanced out of the corner of his eyes, knowing that the opportunity had come.

Sure enough, a poisonous arrow roared from the jungle, breaking through the wind and directly penetrated the chest of a disciple of Lishan Sect closest to Han Rong.

Unexpectedly, the disciple of Lishan Sect immediately vomited black blood and fell to the ground.

A strange figure rushed out of the jungle, holding a short blade suitable for close combat and assassination, drew a silver light in the night, and attacked the elder of Lishan Sect from behind.

Han Rong saw the opportunity and shouted: "Go."

Before the voice fell, he jumped into the crowd.

The three Yan Lingwei knew that they did not dare to delay at all, and escorted Xue'er to the bottom of the mountain, one after another...

At the foot of the mountain is the far mountain town of the Lantern Festival on August 15th.

Someone got married in Yuanshan Town.

The newcomer who was about to worship the world came into the joy hall.

Many neighbors, who were thinking about joining in the fun or sticking to the joy, could not wait, so the originally spacious wedding hall seemed a little crowded at this moment.

The women took the children running back and forth in the wedding hall and crowded in the crowd.

The wedding boots were stepped on the petals and the red carpet, and then the newcomer entered the hall.

Senior Mu, who had been sitting upright for a long time, was smiling happily.

The ceremonial read out the ancient sayings passed down from the customs of Yuanshan Town, and cleared his throat and worshiped the world.

Yuanshan Town is no better than those temples and rivers. After every generation, the marriage customs left by ancestors will be lost. Some red tape and miscellaneous gifts have only become easier and simpler.

Luo Changfeng, holding the wedding silk in his hand, looked at Mulan with a red veil beside him.

He knew that Mulan was a good girl and he had always been grateful to this life-savior.

Until that night, Mulan casually spoke a heart-killing word.

Or for Mulan, the words are very ordinary, and they even forget them in a flash.

But Luo Changfeng remembered it in his heart.

It was not his intentional, but it really killed his heart.

Unintentional and punish the heart.

He was never an ungrateful person.

He will repay the revenge he should avenge, and he will also repay the kindness he should pay back.

Luo Changfeng, who was about to celebrate with Mulan, didn't know whether the only gratitude left in his heart would disappear with this worship since then.

"Worship the heaven and earth!"

The newcomer turned around and faced the Ximen, bowed to the moonlight and the stars in the sky.

"Two visits to the high hall!"

Luo Changfeng is alone without relatives and no reason, and only Senior Mu is the only one in the high hall here.

The newcomer turned around again and paid homage to Mr. Mu.

"Honey husband and wife!"

In the customs of Yuanshan Town, once the couple gets married, they will be the real husband and wife.

Luo Changfeng, who had worshipped the high hall, began to hesitate.

Mulan is tied to the other end of the wedding silk.

At this moment, Mulan had turned around and faced him.

Mulan under the red veil couldn't see Luo Changfeng's face, but she could see the newly made red boots of Brother Junyi. She knew that Brother Junyi had not turned around yet.

What are you hesitating about?

Mulan, who was a little lonely in her heart, gently pulled the wedding silk in her hand.

After the movement of Xishu came from Xishu, Luo Changfeng's hesitation swept away. No one knew how much courage and determination he needed to turn around.

As long as he lowered his head, he completely cut off the ties between his past and the various ties between him and Xueer.

"Honey husband and wife!"

Mulan has lowered her head slightly.

Luo Changfeng did not bow down to him.

It was not that he wanted to regret and let the beauty go, but that someone broke into the hospital furnace.

There was a messy scream outside the courtyard.

The guests in the hall all offered curious eyes and looked in the sound.

Mulan lifted up the red veil.

Mr. Mu was startled.

Luo Changfeng also turned around and looked out the door.

A black figure suddenly broke in.

The man was covered in blood, and roughly estimated that his body was about twenty sword wounds.

The man was in a very embarrassing state, as if he had held his last breath to support him to walk to the door.

The man supported the door and fell down in front of the door.

The guests and neighbors in the hall had never seen such a scene. Many people were frightened and ran out in panic, fearing that the fish in the pond would cause trouble.

Out of subconscious reaction, Luo Changfeng blocked Mulan.

He looked at the figure in black and felt familiar and familiar.

Luo Changfeng frowned slightly.

The man who fell in front of the door, covered in blood stretched out his hand, and he was calling out as blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

Even though the voice had begun to husky.

Even though the sound was weak.

Luo Changfeng knew that the man was calling him, so he walked over without thinking.

He helped the man up and hugged him in his arms.

A faint voice sounded in his ears: "Han Rong, Yan Ling Weiying Group, Young Master, Young Master... Save the Princess!"

(PS: The marriage process here is not written in the ancient times. After all, it is a fairy tale, so it is appropriately simplified according to the plot.)