Wandering Swordsman |

Inside the Nanjing Martial Arts Alliance, all visitors have already entered.

The entire Nanjing Martial Arts Alliance seemed to have been injected with new vitality.

The main hall of the martial arts alliance has long since been transformed into a paradise on earth.

Hundreds of palace lanterns hang from the eaves, thousands of red ribbons wrap around the beams and pillars, and the "Taiwan Terrace" carved from Kunlun cold jade stands in the center, with the "囍" character embroidered in gold thread shining brightly under the candlelight.

Below the hall, the eight great families sat on the left wing, the nine sects and one gang on the right, the four great academies stood in a ceremonial position on the steps, and the Black Wind Gang, Sword Tomb, Tang Clan and others sat solemnly in their respective positions.

The righteous sects of the martial arts world gathered, their officials as numerous as clouds, and even the copper bells on the eaves seemed to be permeated with joy, tinkling softly like heavenly music.

Suddenly, the bells and chimes rang out in unison, nine resounding notes that echoed far and wide, reaching straight into the sky.

A figure with flowing white hair slowly emerged from the back hall—Guiguzi, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, holding a jade tablet, his eyes sparkling like stars, as if he had seen through the universe.

He stood before the Platform of Unity, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall. His voice, booming like a bell, was filled with compassion: "Today is not merely for Shen Mo's wedding, but a solemn oath of unity among righteous paths and the unification of the martial world! The Sword God's welcoming of the two peerless masters is a sign of divine mandate, bringing peace to the hearts of the people and securing stability for the land!"

The entire hall fell silent.

As the ritual music began, the melodious strains of "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" soared into the clouds.

The auspicious hour has arrived, and the drums and music suddenly begin. "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" transforms into "A Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix," with the sheng and xiao playing in unison and the qin and se harmonizing in melody.

Two graceful figures slowly entered from the east and west corridors—

Situ Meng wore a moon-white palace dress, embroidered with clouds and cranes in gold thread, and a slight smile could be faintly seen at the corners of her lips beneath the veil;

Murong Qing's crimson wedding dress was adorned with peonies, edged with silver threads, and her hair ornaments swayed gently, like plum blossoms blooming under the moon.

Upon arriving beside Shen Mo, the two each held one end of a red silk ribbon, with the other end tied to Shen Mo's hand.

His dark gold wedding robes accentuated his slender figure, his gaze serene, and every step he took resonated with the heartbeats of the crowd.

The three walked to the platform of unity, and Guiguzi raised the jade tablet high and loudly proclaimed the salute:

"I bow to Heaven and Earth—thanking Heaven and Earth for their nurturing and protection, and for the radiant light of the sun and moon!"

The three bowed in unison, and the wind and clouds seemed to stop in their tracks; the copper bells on the eaves rang without wind.

"A second bow to the parents—respecting their profound kindness and remembering the deep meaning of the teacher's teachings!"

Situ Dengfeng and Murong Liang received the salute side by side, tears glistening in their eyes; Luo Wangchen stood to the side, stroking his beard and smiling, the disciple he had casually taken in years ago now standing at the pinnacle of the martial world.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—swearing to stay together until old age, their hearts forever bound by swordsmanship!"

Shen Mo and the two women bowed deeply, red silk fluttering and golden bells ringing softly.

Beneath the veil, the three hearts pounded like drums, as if the only thing left in the world was each other's breathing.

"The ceremony is complete!"

As soon as Guiguzi finished speaking, ten thousand pigeons took flight, and colorful ribbons filled the sky.

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

The Shaolin monks clasped their hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras, the Wudang disciples raised their arms and shouted "Master Uncle is mighty!" Wang Daniu of the Beggar Clan was so excited that he knocked over his wine jar, Zhu Pang of Mount Hua clapped his hands and laughed foolishly, and even Ding Chengfeng cheered for them.

The head of the Murong family laughed heartily, "My Murong clan has finally found a worthy son-in-law!"

Situ Dengfeng stared at Shen Mo with a beaming smile, his eyes full of joy.

The banquet began, with delicacies filling the table and fine wine flowing like a spring.

Shen Mo raised his glass and went around the table, toasting each of his teachers and old friends.

He Yun put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "Brother Shen, let's drink until we drop today!" Zhao Xue playfully pushed him away, but her eyes were full of blessings.

The bookworm leaned against a pillar, drinking wine and raising his cup in the distance, his smile carefree; Ouyang Song sat alone in a corner, silently drinking a cup of tea, his gaze as deep as an ancient well, his eyes full of satisfaction.

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The banquet continued until nightfall, and it showed no signs of stopping.

The sky above Jinling City was ablaze with stars, and within the Martial Arts Alliance, wine cups were clinked and laughter filled the air.

The guests departed only when the moon hung high in the sky, leaving behind only the red silk ribbons on the eaves fluttering gently in the evening breeze, like lingering joy.

At this moment, all sounds gradually quieted down, except for the gentle candlelight inside the bridal chamber.

The red candles flickered, their twin flames burning quietly, the candle wax dripping like pearls onto the silver plate with a soft "tap," like time gently knocking on the door of the heart.

The room is filled with the Jingtian Pavilion's special "Tongxin Yin" incense, a blend of sandalwood, ambergris, and Changbai Mountain flower dew. Its fragrance is elegant and not cloying, wafting like mist and enveloping the entire room in a hazy, warm light.

Shen Mo stepped in slowly, his formal attire changed into a plain white undergarment, the jade belt around his waist loosened, and the murderous aura between his brows completely faded, leaving only a gentle and refined demeanor.

He gently closed the door, as if shutting out the clamor of the entire martial arts world.

On the bed, two figures sat upright, like a painting.

The red veil, like a sunset falling on snow, covered two stunningly beautiful faces, with only the slightest movement of the fingertips revealing a hint of tension and anticipation.

The two women's wedding gowns, in plain crimson, overlapped on the brocade quilt, resembling twin lotus blossoms, quietly awaiting the spring breeze.

Shen Mo took a deep breath and picked up the jade scale on the table—this item was a gift from Murong Liang, meaning "as you wish," and it was made of warm and smooth jade with exquisite carving.

His fingertips trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the weight of his affection.

This gentle lift lifts not only the veil, but also emotions and promises.

He first walked to the left.

The jade scale touched it lightly, and the red silk slipped down.

Situ Meng raised her eyes, her gaze as clear and cold as autumn water, but the moment she saw Shen Mo, it turned into a pool of spring water.

Her lips curved slightly upward, as if she had a thousand words to say.

In the end, she said nothing, but gazed at him deeply, her eyes filled with love, her silence speaking volumes.

Shen Mo smiled slightly, and then he turned to his right.

The jade scales rise again, and the red silk flutters.

Murong Qing smiled faintly, her eyelashes lowered, and dimples appeared on her cheeks. Her fingertips gently touched the wedding dress on her knees, and her voice was as soft as a stream under the moonlight: "Shen Mo... from this moment on, I will call you my husband."

She had secretly practiced calling him "husband" a thousand times in the dead of night. Today, she could finally say it openly and honestly, each word like a pearl falling into her heart.

Shen Mo gazed at the starlight in her eyes, as if he were seeing again the stubborn girl he had risked his life to save years ago.

He said softly, "Qing'er, whatever you like—call me Shen Mo, call me husband, or even... call me 'fool' is fine too."

Murong Qing chuckled upon hearing this, tears welling in her eyes: "Idiot Shen Mo, who would call you a fool!"

In this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, needing no further words.

Those shared experiences of life and death, the missed moments, and the suppressed longing, all transform into the warmth of palms touching and the tacit understanding of breath mingling.

Outside the window, the moonlight, like a ribbon, spilled across the city's still-fading red silk, making the martial arts alliance appear as if draped in a rosy robe.

Inside the window, the flickering candlelight illuminated three young and resolute faces, reflecting the beginning of a lifelong commitment to each other.

That night, there were no swords, no conspiracies, and no feuds among martial arts practitioners.

Only whispers and soft laughter, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake of the heart, create ripples that eventually return to calm.

Once a lone swordsman, he traversed countless mountains and bloody paths, ultimately earning the title of Sword God and finding true love with two peerless masters.

The "Sword God" revered by the world and the hidden "Heavenly Demon God" are now nothing more than a husband, guarding his two wives, making a simple yet eternal promise deep within the red candlelight: "I will never betray you in this life, and we will grow old together."

The wind blew through the corridor, and the bells jingled softly, as if heaven and earth were quietly blessing this belated reunion.