The Celestial Master's wedding, the nine-fold betrothal gift shocked the richest man!

Puci's screen name is 'Great Seal Golden Palace Huixuan Great Disciple Puci', which is an officially certified account with V and more than 200,000 fans.

Although there were nearly one million viewers in the live broadcast room, Puci's barrage did not stir up a thousand waves, and most netizens did not say anything.

A small number of netizens even stood on Wang Jiayi's side, sending a barrage to shoot back:

"What is there to question? Just ask you, from ancient times to the present, has there been a great chaos caused by evil spirit

?" "That's right, that's right, it's typical to eat other people's things but don't remember well, the great evil is still on her until now, these are enough to answer all your questions!"

"I seriously doubt the ingredients of the Great Seal Golden Palace, what kind of mercy is this, is it 500,000 walking?"

As soon as this barrage came out, all the believers in the Great Seal Golden Palace couldn't bear it, and they all sent barrages to stand on Puci's side:

"Let me be fair, Master Puci's question is very reasonable. "

That is, if she has reached some kind of agreement with the Great Evil, it must be plotting something. "

There is still a great chaos of evil spirits, aren't you at this stage now

?" "Should I say it or not, Master Puci's second question, which is also my question, why doesn't the great evil hurt her? If you are a great evil and someone traps you, won't you struggle to fight back?"

This question is indeed reasonable, and the netizens who stood on Wang Jiayi's side lost their confidence for a while and stopped talking.

Although most netizens did not say anything, everyone watched the content in the barrage silently, and their hearts gradually leaned towards Puci. Even so, they didn't send a barrage to express themselves, just quietly looked at the Gu Yuan Mirror, waiting for the next clip.

Soon, in the blue streamer of the ancient edge mirror, a fragment of Wang Jiayi's past life appeared again.

In the picture, three fast horses gallop on the official road, stirring up smoke and dust.

Driving~

The thin man riding a white horse in front of him ran a long way first.

Seeing this, the two strong men riding black horses in the back quickly whipped their horses and hurriedly caught up.

The strong man on the left turned his head and shouted, "Four masters, after looking for this trip, go back with us, your body can't bear it." The

man on the right echoed expressionlessly, "Yes, I've been looking for ten years." The

thin man riding the white horse in front of him turned around, and it was Li Shangxia, who was disguised as a man, and was now twenty-eight years old.

It was supposed to be a beautiful age that was both mature and beautiful.

But she seems to have some kind of illness.

The whole person has lost weight, there are a few strands of gray hair on the sideburns, and there are some wrinkles on the face, if it weren't for the light in the eyes, it would be easy to be mistaken for a fifty-year-old lady.

In the living room of the villa, everyone saw Li Shangxia's appearance clearly, and they all opened their eyes wide and were speechless.

Oh my God, how did she suddenly become like this?

In the third clip just now, she is so fairy.

Wang Huorong was even more frightened, and hurriedly turned his head to look at his daughter, and saw that she was all right, so he was relieved.

Wang Jiayi saw herself in the mirror, and her expression also changed greatly, and she unconsciously touched her cheek to make sure that it was smooth and tender, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, netizens in the live broadcast room calmed down in an instant after the barrage that was still noisy just now.

Everyone's eyes moved from Wang Jiayi's face to the Gu Yuan Mirror again.

In the picture, the two strong men saw that Li Shangxia's face was getting paler and paler, so they hurriedly stopped their horses and shouted, "Four masters, stop and rest, my stomach hurts."

When Li Shangxia heard this, he jumped off the horse and sat down to rest while panting.

He didn't forget to instruct, "The news will not be wrong, he must be in front, we must speed up the pace, we will definitely be able to catch up with him."

Over the years, she has been looking for the little Taoist boy named Fang Yaqing, and the two have separated since they met the mountain bandits, and they have never met again.

Later, after inquiry, I learned that Fang Yaqing was the son of the city lord of Wengcheng, and he was not a Taoist child at all when he was a child, but he just liked to go to the Taoist temple to play and steal other people's clothes.

Li Shangxia took people and rushed to Wengcheng, but Fang Yaqing himself didn't see it, but his father, Fang City Lord, saw it, the old man was rare and enthusiastic, and kept her for three days, saying that Fang Yaqing had been obsessed with the Tao since he was eighteen years old, and went out to seek the Tao, and no one knew where he went.

So, Li Shangxia embarked on the road of searching for people again.

And this search is ten years.

"The fourth master, I can't figure it out, you said that he didn't let the city lord and the eldest young master go, what kind of way to ask for?"

The strong man with the turban is named Wang Wu, and he is the bodyguard sent by the big boss to protect Li Shangxia.

He handed over the kettle, and talked the most along the way, "How old is his father Fang City Lord, and now he has caught up with the Turkic invaders, he should go back to help."

Another strong man named Wang Liu, who was also Li Shangxia's bodyguard, hugged his arm and echoed, "That's right." The

two have been walking the rivers and lakes with Li Shangxia for more than ten years, and their relationship has long been unusual, Li Shangxia naturally will not blame, only smiled, "When I first met him, he pretended to be a little Taoist boy, he should have liked Taoist priests since he was a child, and he will naturally do what he likes when he grows up."

Li Shangxia thought of the boy whose face was stung by a bee, his eyes lit up, and he smiled unconsciously.

It was the first stranger to give her warmth and hope, and she will never forget it.

The three of them rested for a while, and then continued on their way.

When he met an oncoming pedestrian on the road, Li Shangxia would arch his hand and ask, "This uncle, have you ever seen a young Taoist priest on the road ahead?"

Passers-by looked up and muttered in their hearts, I am only forty-two, who is the uncle of the two of us?

Seeing the fierce strong men on Li Shangxia's left and right, the passers-by did not dare to ink, thought about it very seriously, nodded and said, "There is a tea shed in front."

Li Shangxia's eyes lit up, and he ran far away in an instant.

A cup of tea is less than a cup of tea, and there is indeed a tea shed at the fork in the road.

There is a large tree with lush foliage next to it, and more than a dozen horses are tied to it.

There are six square tables in the tea shed, but there are more than 50 people resting, with various accents, so lively.

Li Shangxia jumped off the horse, stood outside the tea shed and looked inside, wrinkled his nose, and didn't like the smell of sweat here.

After searching for a while, I saw a man dressed as a taxi in the corner with his back to this side.

She looked happy, but turned around and ran to the ditch next to her, looked at the reflection in the water, applied rouge, arranged her makeup, and took out the hairpin that she had treasured for a long time.

It wasn't until she fully recovered her daughter's body that she walked into the tea shed with a high spirit.

There are many people at the side table who are looking at her, some are looking at the phoenix hairpin on her head, and some people are looking at her, although her appearance is fading, but the heroic and handsome spirit revealed between her eyebrows is really different.

Li Shangxia ignored the gazes of others, walked directly to the Taoist priest, sat down dignifiedly, and smiled slightly.

The Taoist priest was munching on a flatbread when he saw a stranger sitting down, his eyes wide and puzzled.

Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly.

Li Shangxia's gaze wandered over his face, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this person did not look like him.

"Dao Chang Immortal's surname?".