The Taoist and Yin-Yang family who were originally strongly opposed to Mo Xingyi and the Huohan Coffin were lying in the Huohan Coffin, and after Zhang Zhiling and Zhong Ling returned and Xu Chang'an visited him, they did not object.

Think about it, it is also true. This is considered a family matter and they are not easy to interfere.

Even Mo Fei did not object. Are they qualified and standpointed to oppose this marriage?

Moreover, Taoism and Yin and Yang schools also chose a good day for Mo Xingyi. Mo Xingyi's days were settled, and the days of Mo Inkstone Pool had to be pushed back.

Fortunately, Mo Xingyi's days were not too far apart, only half a month later. Fortunately, it was not too long, so Xu Changan and others simply left the seal after the middle-class Uncle Xingyi got married.

Besides, maybe when they leave the seal, Uncle Xingyi will follow him. Uncle Xingyi promised his girl to take her around the mountains and rivers and watch the sunset.

In the past few days, Xu Changan became familiar with the Mo family and the rest of his time was to continue practicing.

But every time he practices, he will exhaust him, as if he is a big fight.

Originally, the level of his magic power in his body far exceeded that of his peers was enough, but when the Chaos Pearl entered his body, he realized that he had learned too much, and even the magic power in his body could not last long.

However, with the Chaos Pearl, Xu Changan was in pain and happiness.

Under the reminder of the black robe master, his understanding of all the skills has reached a higher level. Moreover, when he recalled what he talked to Uncle Xingyi that day, Uncle Xingyi told him that there was actually no time in the world. At that time, he did not think about it carefully, and was attracted by Uncle Xingyi's past. Now that he thought about it carefully, he realized that Uncle Xingyi was mentioning himself before.

After missing an opportunity, Xu Changan could only sigh and find an opportunity to ask Uncle Xingyi for advice in the future.

Half a month passed in a flash.

The entire Mohist family was decorated with lights and even more than ten days ago, someone had issued a seal and bought a lot of things back.

Mo Xingyi asked for a letter of appointment, sedan chair, and even a phoenix crown and a red robe.

Mo Xingyi got up early in the morning and washed his face, combed his hair, took off the black robe of the Mo family, and replaced it with a bright red wedding robe.

He came to the Huohan Coffin, with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

Today, Mo Xingyi is about to formally marry Hongluan as his wife, with the orders of his parents, the words of matchmakers, and the evidence of heaven and earth.

Although Hongluan's corpse can be preserved with the help of the power of the Fire Cold Coffin, if the corpse is just taken out, it will be fine to worship a church.

Logically speaking, before the wedding, the groom and the bride could not meet. But Mo Xingyi's wedding was different from the previous wedding, and even the Confucians, who have always paid attention to red tape, did not say much.

Even the disciples who are good at calligraphy among Jiang Kong and the other two men also personally wrote the wedding letter and appointment letter for Mo Xingyi.

No one dares to touch this fire cold coffin, and he is not allowed to touch others.

Mo Xingyi took a deep breath with excitement and pushed open the Huohan Coffin with force. The wind was singing, and today's sunshine became warmer, as if even Hongluan was happy. No matter how Mo Xingyi looked, she felt a faint smile rippling on her face.

Mo Xingyi has learned some makeup methods with his nephew's fiancée in the past ten days.

Today, he will put on makeup for his bride who has been late for decades, so that she will become the most beautiful woman in the world today.

But when Mo Xingyi opened the Huohan Coffin and was about to lean over and reach out to pick up his bride, a golden light came out from Hongluan's forehead and then shot into Mo Xingyi's forehead.

Mo Xingyi groaned, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

But even so, he still did not let go of Hongluan's body, picked her up, put her on a chair, and then wiped the corners of his mouth.

Mo Xingyi let out a long sigh, as if nothing had happened. He skillfully picked up the rouge on the table and carefully dressed up his bride.

It was not until he was satisfied with the drawing that he covered her with a red veil.

Although Xu Changan and others were waiting at the door, they had no idea what was happening in the room. What they saw was Mo Xingyi, who had a pale face but didn't know why he looked pale.

Everyone did not think much and continued to prepare for Mo Xingyi's belated wedding with great pleasure.

...

This time, the black-robed fortune teller came back without long enough.

The old man in Jianshan was still fishing, looking worried. In the past few days, the two of them dared not relax and kept paying attention to the situation of Mo Xingyi and Xu Changan at any time.

The moment when Mo Xingyi opened the Fire Cold Coffin and the golden light entered Mo Xingyi's forehead, the two bodies trembled and trembled slightly. Especially the old man from Jianshan, he sighed like he accepted his fate for a long time.

He never expected that decades ago, the shameless Lao Budhi had already planned to protect the Taoist he had found for Li Yishan.

He never expected that this fatal blow would actually be hidden on a corpse, the corpse of Mo Xingyi's favorite woman.

"Is he... still saved?" Old Man Jianshan asked the fortune teller beside him.

The fortune teller also sighed. Although he couldn't bear it, he still smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you understand his methods?"

The two fell into silence and became quiet. A fish was about to bite the hook of the old man Jianshan, but she couldn't bite the shaking hook.

After a long time, the old man from Jianshan asked, "How long does he have to do?"

"Three days, the soul and soul are destroyed."

...

The wedding went smoothly. Under Mo Xingyi's control, he finally got what he wanted and married Hongluan.

The expression on Mo Fei's face cannot be said to be happy or unhappy, but he always smiles.

After the two of them paid a visit, Mo Xingyi sent Hongluan back to Huohan coffin. The wedding hall was filled with joy, as if it was a normal wedding.

Jiang Boqi was having a drink with Li Dao, and from time to time he peeked at Mo Yanchi and Jin Ling'er who were toasting Mo Xingyi.

Although Li Daoyi had no alcohol tolerance, his wine taste was not good either. Especially when he met a sad person like Jiang Boqi, he soon put Jiang Boqi down on the table.

Wu Qihao stood not far away. He didn't come in, but just watched the fun here silently.

He brought a pot of wine himself, raised the pot, and whispered to the wedding hall: "I wish you happiness."

After saying that, he drank it all and turned around and left.

Mo Xingyi put Hongluan into the Huohan coffin and came back. Whether he married a dead person or a living person, it was a marriage after all, and it was the marriage of Lord Xia Yin of the Mo family, everyone came to toast.

Mo Xingyi was in a good mood and refused everyone.

The happier Mo Xingyi drank with others, the more uncomfortable Mo Fei felt. He looked at his grandson who was smiling and greeting others, and his eyes became wet as he smiled.

When it was almost midnight, the excitement slowly faded away.

Mo Fei walked to his grandson, reached out and patted Mo Xingyi's shoulder with a flushed face. But as soon as his hand touched Mo Xingyi's shoulder, Mo Xingyi felt a sweet throat. He vomited blood and sprayed it all on his grandfather's face. Then he slowly fell backwards.

Mo Xingyi only heard everyone's shouting, and then he knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he had already returned to his room.

Mo Xingyi held up and looked like he was just ordinary. When he saw the Huo Han Coffin standing not far away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief, but there were no people around him. More than ten pairs of eyes looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Mo Xingyi's face tugged with a smile. This is a bit far-fetched smile.

"When did you get injured? Who hurt you, was you there in Fusang Tree? But isn't the injury there okay?" Mo Fei asked several questions in a row, and then suddenly said fiercely: "It must be the Jinwu group of miscellaneous people, I'll go to settle the score with them."

After Mo Fei finished speaking, he acted desperately and turned around and was about to leave.

Mo Xingyi was worried about his grandfather and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa, it's not their business..."

Mo Fei stopped and turned around and looked at his grandson with his eyes, just like an official from the Ministry of Justice looking at the prisoner.

Mo Xingyi was panicked and almost couldn't help but tell his grandfather the truth. Fortunately, he reacted in time. If he told his grandfather and the others about this, it might have hurt them.

Mo Xingyi avoided his grandfather's gaze, lowered his head, and finally said, "Grandpa, this matter is of great importance. I want to chat with Juzi alone."

When Mo Fei heard this, he did not give in, but said, "No matter who the enemy is, it will be the same for us. If the bunnies of the Golden Crow clan are really doing something wrong, even if they tear up the bullshit contract, they will have to pay the price!"

Mo Fei clenched his fists tightly at this time, wishing he could immediately punch the man who plotted against his grandson to death.

"Believe me, I'll talk to Lord Juzi first." Mo Xingyi said helplessly, looking firmly at his grandfather.

Seeing that his grandson was so persistent, Mo Fei could only sigh and leave the room to Xu Changan and Mo Xingyi.

"Uncle Xingyi, are you?"

Xu Changan was a little confused, so he groped and sat by the bed, asking with concern.

"As the successor of Senior Jianshan, you should know that this time we are facing a god-like realm that survived from ancient times, right?" Xu Changan was stunned when he heard this and was about to deny it, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

"You are the hope of Senior Jianshan, and you are also the main force who will defeat the God Realm in the future. And I was plotted by the God Realm. Just now, when I was unconscious, I saw Senior Jianshan again. He told me that I have no time left. Even he has no choice."

Xu Changan was silent after hearing this. In fact, he understood that the person selected by the old man Jianshan was his master Li Yishan. These words were also told by the old man Jianshan through Uncle Xing Yi's mouth.

"That……"

Xu Changan was about to speak, but Mo Xingyi continued, "Senior Jianshan asked me to tell you, be careful."

Xu Changan nodded and continued to ask: "Uncle Xingyi, how long do you have..."

Xu Changan closed his mouth halfway through his words.

"Three days, to be precise, it will be more than two days!" Uncle Xing Yi understood what Xu Changan wanted to ask, and said with a smile on his face.

"But... how did this happen?" Xu Changan really couldn't figure it out. Even the swords and sea of ​​fire in the Fusang sacred tree were coming, but now he lost his life inexplicably, and Xu Changan could not accept it.

Mo Xingyi glanced at the Huo Han Coffin beside him, and still had a faint smile on his face, without answering Xu Changan's question.

Although Xu Changan could not see Uncle Xing Yi's eyes, he seemed to have sensed it and hurriedly said: "Can this person who entered the Divine Realm had already planned to use his aunt more than ten years ago..." Hearing Xu Changan's guess correctly, Mo Xingyi hurriedly interrupted Xu Changan's words.

"Please help me..."

Xu Changan felt ache in his heart, for the man in front of him. But he had no choice but to agree to this request.

If Mo Fei knew that his grandson was killed by this corpse, he would naturally crush his bones and ashes.
To be continued...