Chapter 157: Shizun, on that wedding night, in fact I...

As he spoke, he took out a thin bracelet, the chain was brilliant, made up of mother-of-pearl from the East China Sea and Xihe crystal from Zhu Rong Mountain, which looked like a valuable object. “Earlier when you were cultivating, you had asked for a carp spar, but unfortunately, the stone has been used by my cousin to refine the sword. I didn't prepare any other gifts. I bought this water and fire chain. It should be suitable for you to wear.” “This... This is too expensive, this Qiutong is afraid that it cannot be taken…” “How can there be a reason for not accepting the gift?” Mo Ran laughed, “Not to mention the water and fire chain can also suppress the fire elemental spiritual power, but it is only suitable for women to wear. If you wear it on your body, then you will be able to often accompany Young Master Nangong. The spiritual flow is a practical thing.” Song Qiutong turned to look at Nangong Si, and got his approval. She then received the chain with both hands, bowed respectfully, and said softly, “Thank you, Mo-zongshi.” The four of them drank tea, sat and chatted for a while. Chu Wanning was concerned about the grand matter of Nangong Si's life so he asked him to pay more attention these days to see if all the details of the wedding ceremony have been arranged properly, and no mishap takes place temporarily. Nangong Si drank the tea in two gulps, tossed the empty cup in his hand, and then smiled: “Zongshi, don’t worry, I go to see her every night. I’m not the same as when I was a kid. I know there are some things that need to be paid attention to. Also, yesterday I found that Qiutong's dress was missing a pearl, so I immediately found someone to rework on it.” When he spoke about the wedding ceremony, he had always been showing a little shyness on his unruly face. He glanced at Song Qiutong and smiled, “Qiutong will definitely look very beautiful then.” These words fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's husband in his previous life. Mo Ran absent-mindedly poured another cup of tea for himself. Of course he knew Song Qiutong was a beauty with peerless grace, but so what? Back then, Xuying Peak offered sacrifices to the heavens, and the Immortal monarch Taxian Jun welcomed the first queen of the cultivation world by marrying. The night of his wedding was shining brightly with the light of a phoenix candle, but he had never stayed in his new home. That night, he drank too much, the red candle's smoke was dense, he fell in a drowsy state, he raised the bride's flushed and shy face, staring at it for a while. Before a major ceremony in life, people are always prone to the drowning emotions of the years passing and the vicissitudes of life. Even as a stepping immortal king, it was no exception. He suddenly felt so unreal, his gaze seemed to penetrate the beautiful and charming blushing red in front of him, falling into the blizzard of many years ago. When he was naked in the cold wind... When he was about to die of starvation and thirst, and was being pitied, licking the rice soup that the man bought him... When he first came to the Sisheng Peak, when he was anxious... When he stood on tiptoe and went to hold the Haitang blooming under the moon… When he kneeled in front of Chu Wanning, with the vines around his body... He had never imagined that one day he would trample over all the immortals to gain the respect of the world. “Husband, what are you thinking about?” Her red lips slightly parted, her eyes focused on him, and the breath she exhaled was all sweet and extravagant, just like his lofty status today. He seemed to have everything. Beauty, status, power… What was he still dissatisfied with now? He couldn't think of anything unsatisfying, but he felt very empty. He felt as if his whole person was standing at the peak of a steep cliff, surrounded by a face that was low and blurry. He walked through these fawning faces, they eulogized him, praised him, they knelt to meet him, flattered him, and they looked exactly the same. He heard someone calling to him in an extremely alluring manner with a voice that was soft and tender like the petals of a peony, “Husband… Husband…” He felt sick and disgusted, and he tried to get away from the tidal wave of his admirers, but the sweet voice engulfed him like sugar water. He violently pushed Song Qiutong away, the delicate bride was pushed unruly, ambushed down on the crimson dragon and phoenix bed. Her head full of golden and silver jade and emeralds was trembling, her steps trembling, and within the beaded illusions, Mo Ran felt that everything was so distorted, so unreal, that the golden light was like a ghost fire, and the bright red candle like blood tears. He felt so disgusting... but he didn't know who was disgusting, Song Qiutong? Or him becoming this kind of self. He rushed out the door. In his last life, very few people in the world knew that on the day of the grand wedding of immortal monarch Taxian Jun, Empress Song Qiutong was left out in the cold and Mo Ran, in a golden red dress, pushed open the door of the Red Lotus Pavilion. He walked in and after a while, the candle in the pavilion went out and Song Qiutong's newly wed husband stayed in there for the entire night. It wasn't until the evening of the second day that Xue Meng rushed to the Sisheng Peak and stirred up trouble, and Mo Ran lazily opened the door, tidying up the scattered clothes, and strolled to the front hall with a look of obscene contentment. What happened in the Red Lotus Pavilion that night was something that no one else knew about. After bidding farewell to Nangong Si, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to their courtyard. Chu Wanning suddenly asked indifferently, “Just now, when Nangong Si said that Song Qiutong was good-looking, what were you doing while staring at others in a daze?” Mo Ran said: “I was thinking about the way she would look in a wedding dress.” Chu Waning still steeped in a burst of jealousy, he raised his sleeve and gave it a slight brush, his face extremely cold: “Do not think of molesting someone else's fiancée. What is there to think of?” Mo Ran smiled and said: “Who said I was thinking about her? I was thinking about the way she would look in her wedding dress, that's all. It wouldn't even be half the beauty of Shizun.” “............” He was just about to vent his anger, but he was caught off guard by being licked by the little wolf dog. Chu Wanning's face turned pale and red and he couldn't utter a decent word for a long time. Finally, he waved his sleeves and said, “That absurdity of the Ghost Master's illusion shouldn't be mentioned in the future.” Mo Ran sighed in his heart. It's not that I want to bring it up, it's that you asked me. I don't want to lie to you — praise you for your beauty and also be praised by your fierceness. However, when you are fierce, I feel very pleasant. Thinking of losing you, I just feel that being scolded so vigorously by you for a lifetime is like being immersed in a sugar jar, Chu Wanning... What to do, I can't help but yearn for you. The days passed quickly. There was still one more day before the day of Nangong Si's wedding was approaching. The Rufeng Sect was already filled with guests from all over the world, whether they were sect heads of major sects, casual cultivators, or wealthy merchants without spiritual energy, all of them arrived early on this day in front of the main city. For a moment, the city was covered with clouds like a canopy, the carriages and horses were like weaving, and men and women dressed in luxurious clothing were like an endless stream. Xue Meng was dragged along by his father to greet those female cultivators who were about the same age as him. “Wang Xianjun, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I’m lucky enough to meet you! Aiya, isn't this little Mantuo? You've grown so big, you're so beautiful. Come on, Xue Meng, come and say hello to your uncle Wang.” Xue Meng reluctantly moved over and said: “Greetings, Uncle Wang.” Xue Zhengyong slapped him on the back of his head with a smile on his face, but he gritted his teeth and said, “It's Uncle Wang, not Uncle Wang.” [TL/N: The first “uncle” was 伯伯 and the second “uncle” was 大伯] “Hahaha, it's the same. It's all the same to me. The proud son of heaven is really handsome, born like you! Old Xue, you're blessed.” After a while, Xue Meng was pushed along with “little Mantuo” to stroll in the garden. Little Mantuo was sixteen this year, which was exactly twenty-eight years old, but the whole person seemed a little cold. After walking together with Xue Meng for a while, she said, “Young Master Xue, you should understand the meaning behind our elder's pushing us out together.” “Yes.” “But as I said, it's okay to take a walk. It's just that Young Master Xue has such a disposition, I really don't like it. So don't think about me next to you.” “Oh... Huh??” Xue Meng was shocked. He stopped abruptly, his face was ashen as he waited for the little Mantuo. The little wild flower was quite arrogant, holding Xue Meng's face quite demonstratively, and said coldly: “I belong to my heart, even if you fall in love with me…” “Are you sick?!” Xue Meng exploded, “Me?” He clicked on himself with a finger, his face was shocked, “Fall for you?” “Otherwise, why are you pulling me down a deserted path? It can't be that you have something on your mind, right?” “Why don't you say that there is a hole in your brain?!” Xue Meng's temper flared up in an instant. He was furious and his eyes burst with fire as he repeated: “I like you? I like you? I—” “What are you doing by saying so many times that you like me? You denizen!” Little Mantuo was very rigid, stomped her foot on the ground, raised her head, and slapped Xue Meng on the face. Xue Meng was already so angry that his vision was spinning. To be slapped by this tender and delicate hand for no reason, he felt like vomiting out a few more mouthfuls of blood. If not for the fact that Madam Wang had taught him how to be courteous to girls on weekdays, he would probably have smashed little Mantuo into the ground and turned her into a trumpet flower. Right at this moment, a man with light eyes and a high nose bridge walked over from afar. When little Mantuo saw it, she was stunned at first. Then, tears filled his eyes in an instant, with a sweet voice: “Young Master Mei!” She ran straight towards the man. The man who was coming was none other than Mei Hanxue. He did not expect that he would be able to meet others on such a remote path. Obviously he was taken aback at first, but when he saw little Mantuo rushing towards him, he raised his hand and threw down a barrier. The enchantment slammed the girl out. The girl was caught off guard. She was hit by the force of the lightning and fell to the ground. Mei Hanxue didn't intend to help her either. He looked down at her, frowned and said, “Miss, you have recognized the wrong person.” “How could it be wrong? How could it be wrong... That year, you promised me a golden scented sachet, saying that it would be hard to forget me after meeting. When I turn eighteen, you will come to marry me. You… Have you forgotten all of it??” Mei Hanxue: “................” “Young Master Mei…” “You really recognized the wrong person.” Mei Hanxue didn't say any more, just shook his head, dropped such a sentence, and walked past the tearful girl. When Xue Meng witnessed this scene, he felt both angry and relieved. Angry because Mei Hanxue really was a flirtatious seed of romance and truly did not recognize people when he put on his pants. No wonder that he only dared to take the small paths on such occasions. Relieved because he did not expect that the one little Mantuo liked was actually Mei Hanxue. Mei Hanxue had the same name as him, both flowery and ruthless. It was said that before and after hooking up with women, they were two completely different faces, and little Man Tuo's love for him was really bloody mildew for eight lifetimes. Mei Hanxue walked up to him and squinted his light coloured glass-like eyes. He looked at him sideways for a moment. Xue Meng thought to himself, what is there to look at? How dare you look at me like this? You are renowned throughout the world for your flowers of love. My name is renowned throughout the world for my prestige, so I cannot lose in terms of momentum. So he proudly raised his head and swept his eyes sideways over Mei Hanxue from head to toe to head. He was prepared to make a rather dignified and contemptuous snort when the two of them were completely cross-shouldered. “Why is your face swollen?” Unexpectedly, Mei Hanxue stopped walking halfway, he stopped and stood in front of him, a short distance away, and looked at him faintly. “The swelling is quite unique.” Xue Meng could not get up in one breath, but he still could not stop the car. He let out a proud “hmph”. Mei Hanxue: “…” “...” Xue Meng's face flushed rapidly, turned his head abruptly and his killing intent surged, “You care about me? I accidentally fell when I walked!” "Then you should watch your step a little while walking.” Mei Hanxue said calmly, “It's not easy to fall like this.” After saying that, he left, leaving Xue Meng to stand there for a while. Then Xue Meng jumped in anger and said, “Mei Hanxue! You son of a b*tch! You… You wait for me! I and you are irreconcilable!” Feeling aggrieved, Xue Meng ran out of the garden with red eyes. He ran so fast that he suddenly bumped into a person's chest. Xue Meng was furious and cursed, “What the hell is it?! Do you not know how to walk?!” As soon as he raised his head, he saw a tall and elegant man clad in green, his clothes embroidered with golden silk threads of Duruo's pattern, with Gu Yueye's sapphire crown on his head, and two long and soft eyelashes that fell before his eyes. When he raised his eyes, he saw the hazy Jiangnan's misty rain, a face that would captivate one's soul. The man pushed Xue Meng aside and adjusted his clothes. He seemed to be in a bad mood. His slender fingers smoothed out the wrinkles on his front. Xue Meng was stunned for a moment when he saw the silver ring of basalt carapace on his index finger, “Jiang Xi?” The head of Gu Yueye, the richest man in the world, Jiang Xi! This person was about the same age as Xue Zhengyong, but with different mindsets. Jiang Xi's appearance was still around 20 years old. This person was rich and noble, and his appearance was extremely beautiful. He was really a favorite of God. At the Lingshan Conference, Jiang Xi was missing among the top ten leaders. At that time, Xue Meng was still thinking about it. He didn't know what this missing guy looked like. When he saw it today, it was like a miracle, and he was shocked. His eyes were staring straight at others. Jiang Xi's face was calm but he was not in a good temper, “You can call the name of the sect leader just like that? How ridiculous.” Hearing these words, Xue Meng felt that the humiliation he felt now was a hundred times greater than the humiliation he received from Mei Hanxue. He immediately said angrily, “What's the matter? You're not allowed to be called by your name when you're older? Do I have to call you Sect Leader? Even Nangong Liu is not as arrogant as you!” “How unruly!” Jiang Xi said sensibly, “Whose disciple are you?” “Why should I answer whenever you ask something? Who are you? The Gu Yueye's group of monkeys listen to your commands, how can I still buy it? I won't tell you! I think you're just a—” “Meng'er!” Suddenly, a soft voice sounded. Xue Meng abruptly stopped staggering and looked behind him, avoiding Jiang Xi. Madam Wang had walked over at an unknown time. She had probably heard Xue Meng's unruly confrontation just now, so her face was quite pale and somewhat anxious. She quickly stopped him and said, “Meng'er, stop talking. Come here, come here to your mother.” Xue Meng glared viciously at Jiang Xi and walked towards Madam Wang as he respectfully lowered his head. “Mother.” Jiang Xi stood on the same spot for a while before slowly turning around, squinting his eyes. Those eyes of his, which were obviously beautiful to behold, were actually flickering with a sinister light. He looked at the mother and son standing side by side at a distance and said coldly, “Oh, so this is the Darling of the Heavens, the good son of Xue Zhengyong. Xue Meng?” Madam Wang, “…” Jiang Xi's eyelashes trembled for a moment before he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with ridicule, “As expected of Xue Zhengyong's kind. Truly good self-restraint.” “You are not allowed to insult my father!” “Meng'er!” Madam Wang immediately grabbed him and pulled him behind her. Then, with a pale face, she bowed slightly to Jiang Xi and said to Xue Meng, “Xue Meng, my son, you're too self-willed, so please don't be offended by the head of Jiang.” “Heh, head Jiang…” Jiang Xi was like a venomous snake, soaking the three words between his moist lips and teeth for a while before swallowing them down slowly, and then he said, “It's alright. At least he has half your blood, shijie, if you count him in seniority, I can recognize him as my nephew…” [TL/N: Shijie (师姐) means senior sister.] “Who wants to be your nephew?! Look at that ugly face of yours? Screw off!” “Meng'er…” Jiang Xi smiled coldly, staring at Xue Meng for a moment before shifting his gaze to Madam Wang's face. Madam Wang lowered her eyes and said, “Sect Leader, please stop joking. I am no longer Gu Yueye's disciple. How can I continue to talk about seniority with the Sect Leader?” “... Alright.” Jiang Xi nodded and replied coldly, “Alright, very good. Seeing the son of an old friend today has really broadened the horizons of my vision. I don't know where Sisheng Peak is. No matter how you raise people in the Sisheng Peak, a good white Magnolia can also be stained with mud.” “Jiang Xi! You f*cking say that again! I'll tear your mouth apart!” When Xue Meng heard that this man abused his mother in front of him, his blood rushed over to his head immediately, and he was about to rush forward desperately. Madam Wang couldn't hold him back seeing the situation had got out of control. He suddenly heard a loud noise in the sky. A bright firework exploded, bells and drums rumbled, and the ceremonial officer of the Rufeng Sect spread a word across 72 cities in an instant with sound amplification. “The welcoming banquet for the hundreds of families will be held at the Hall of Poetry and Music at the time of unity. We invite all the distinguished guests to please enjoy the limelight—” Jiang Xi coldly glanced at Xue Meng, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.