Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

The original intention of Chu Binghuan and his party was to sneak in secretly. As a result, Mu Qinian and the others brought people over and killed them. All the demons of Fen Qing Temple rushed to support them. The defense of the entire Fen Qing Temple was very weak, which was just convenient for them. .

After Chu Binghuan learned that Hua Che was imprisoned in the water jail, he had been absent-minded all the time. No matter how blind Zhuang Tian knew Chu Binghuan's mind, he looked like a good master and cared about the lovesickness of his apprentice. , We are divided into three groups."

Chu Binghuan looked back at Lin Yan, then at Murong Sa, and then at the two, three, four, and five seniors. He was even more worried: "Can you?"

Murong Sa was unhappy: "Hey, hey, this young master is the top three at any rate, what kind of look do you have?"

Chu Binghuan remembered it, and that's right, Murong Sa was ranked in the top three of the Wanmen Huiwu, even if Lin Yan and the others were not good at it, there was still Murong Sa to help.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Binghuan didn't want to delay for a moment. Above Yujian, he flew towards the atrium in a light car.

Although he had lived in this place for three years, after Hua Che became Demon Venerable, he transformed the Fenqing Temple, and all the palaces and halls were overthrown and rebuilt, so Chu Binghuan was not familiar with the layout here.

It was quite satisfactory to deal with those illusion fans. He took the map drawn by Hua Che and looked for the location of the central water prison. As I walked, there was a flaming maple leaf forest in front of me.

Chu Binghuan was in a daze.

I remember that this maple leaf forest was completely uprooted by Hua Che and replaced with the Yaoyao Peach Blossom Forest, and a bamboo building was built in the depths of the Peach Blossom Forest, which was exactly the same as the Yuntian Water Mirror.

When he was kidnapped by Hua Che, he looked at the peach blossom forest and the depths of the bamboo building. He was stunned.

Three hundred years ago, Chu Binghuan participated in the last ten thousand martial arts martial arts, the first round of the Shangqing illusion was tragically eliminated, was hit hard by the illusion backlash, and it took five full years to raise it.

He didn't tell anyone about the content of the illusion.

Although Mei Cailian was very curious, she didn't force him. For Mei Cailian, her son was so good, so pure and unwilling, how could he be tired of illusion? It must be the Shangqing illusion except Chachi, which caused Chu Binghuan to suffer.

Only Chu Binghuan himself knew how shocked and depressed he was by the content of the illusion, and it still made him linger until now.

Entering the illusion, Hua Che is greeted by the eyes.

Hua Che didn't wear the Shangqing disciple's clothes. Instead, he wore an ink-colored vigorous outfit with a long sword in his hand. He looked like an ordinary martial artist. He was sitting in the yard. The yard was not big. There was a peach tree planted. Behind the tree were two brick houses. They were simple, just like ordinary people lived.

Looking at me again, I was dressed in a plain white gown, a paper fan in my left hand, and a book in my right hand. A thin layer of cocoon appeared on the knuckles of the fingers, which was the imprint of holding a pen all the year round.

He is a scholar, ten years of cold window, only to go to high school.

"Binghuan." Hua Che in the yard suddenly called him, and Chu Binghuan returned to his senses and saw Hua Che leaping towards him happily.

Chu Binghuan, who had never liked to touch people, actually forgot to hide, and was hugged by Hua Che.

His body was very warm, and his embrace was even more miraculous. Chu Binghuan was stunned. He had never thought that hugging Hua Che was like this.

Hua Che said with a smile: "I just came back from the army and I passed by the lake and caught two fishes. They were just stewed. Come in and taste them."

Chu Binghuan had many questions to ask, but he swallowed it back every time he spoke.

Hua Che was still the same Hua Che, but it was different.

He is no longer a high-ranking disciple, nor is he a monk, but an ordinary young man in the mortal world, who has studied martial arts and joined the army, eager to get the martial champion.

And he is no longer the son of Yuntian Shuijing, just an unremarkable scholar who studies hard in Han Chuang, hoping for the top three in high school.

The two of them are bamboo horses. They grew up together, and their parents were good friends. They were married when they were married, but now it is natural for them to get married.

It's just that the two teenagers are still young, and when they count together, they set a date for each other's high school, choose a good day, and get married immediately.

After a long time, they were not a husband and wife. One lived in the East House and the other lived in the West House. Every night Hua Che stayed in the East Room and refused to leave. Chu Binghuan asked and pushed people away.

Hua Che also said solemnly: "I don't do anything, it's that the room is cold, and I want to be warm and hot in your place."

Chu Binghuan didn't believe his nonsense.

Hua Che: "You just had a typhoid fever yesterday, and you still have a cough today. Am I afraid you are freezing? Hey, you shouldn't study, join the army and practice martial arts with me, and your health will not be so bad."

He really feels chilly, and the charcoal fire at home is running out, so save a bit.

In the end, somehow, let Hua Che succeed. He went to bed with Chu Binghuan contentedly and slept with Chu Binghuan. The two of them cuddled together so that they really didn't feel cold anymore.

Hua Che's body was much warmer than he thought.

Life is plain, but very comfortable. One year later, they got what they wanted, and the champion in civil and military affairs came out, and they were arrogantly successful.

Soon after, they got married as promised.

On the wedding night, Hua Che was frightened for the first time. He was always stunned before, but now that it is true, he is actually scared.

Chu Binghuan couldn't help but ridicule him: "General Hua, why don't you see the majesty of the past?"

Hua Che looked wronged: "Master Chu, you won't be too heavy, will you?"

Is it heavy?

Anyway, Hua Che didn't get out of bed after spending three poles the next day.

Later, Hua Che practiced his sword while slandering, standing under the peach blossom tree and muttering: "Plain fashion has a sickly character, and he is energetic like a bear. This general is actually like a scholar. That way, oops! My waist, hiss..."

Chu Binghuan had a panoramic view, couldn't help but laughed happily through the window.

Day after day, I don’t know how many years have passed.

Everyone talks about the seven-year itch, but there seems to be no such saying among them. Seven years is nothing, and seventy years is not enough.

One day, he and Hua Che were sitting on a swing under the peach blossom tree, Hua Che hooked his neck, and his eyes were filled with disappointment: "Bingcuo, have you ever thought about taking a concubine?"

"what?"

Hua Che, who has never been serious, rarely takes such serious matters. He said seriously: "You are also a big boss, and you have no children. It's always bad."

Not only was Chu Binghuan not moved by these words, but he was furious: "I don't have an heir, so do you have one?"

As punishment, Chu Binghuan hugged him back to the room and severely tortured him.

Did not go to the ground for two days.

Hua Che, who was slumped on the bed, was particularly depressed: "A lot of years old, and she is running rampant like a cow. Whoops, it hurts to death!"

Ten years have passed, twenty years have passed, fifty years have passed.

He didn't think it was enough, he wanted to spend a lifetime with Hua Che like this.

Until a beam of light penetrated, the surrounding scenery began to fall apart, disappearing together with the old man who was nestling in his arms, he reached out to grab Huache, and what he got was the pain of bursting internal organs.

Just like waking up from a dream, as if a world away.

Hua Che was calling him, shouting desperately, what caught his eye was Hua Che who was wearing a Qing disciple uniform, and what caught his ears were the shouts of countless monks.

wake up.

The dream that made him sink, nostalgic.

It turns out that he loves Hua Che so deeply.

Unfortunately, it was too late to resuscitate, and finally "woke up", but Hua Che left.

Obviously close at hand and at your fingertips, but because of his stupidity and his ignorance, he missed it. Once he left, he would never be able to find it back anyway.

The magical legend of Shuiyu Ziyan is not fake. After Hua Che died, he immediately used Shuiyu Ziyan.

Although the legend is true, it is inevitably exaggerated. This thing can't come back from the dead, but it can gather the souls of the dead. Although it is only a little bit, it is already a great comfort to Chu Binghuan at the time.

He tried to bring Hua Che back to life, but he didn't think that two people would be born again together!

Hua Che in the previous life was healthy, but now Hua Che is weak and sickly. Chu Binghuan didn't know if it was the reason why he was sucked a little by Shui Yu Zi Yan in the previous life. Hua Che was weak because of his lack of soul.

If so...

Chu Binghuan smiled bitterly.

It was oneself who harmed Hua Che again.

It is superfluous.

Chu Binghuan passed through the red maple forest that was more beautiful than blood, and when he looked from a distance, he walked to the main hall of Fenqing by accident.

Just about to change his course, he suddenly saw a person descending from the sky with a sword in the air, who was in the shape of wind, and jumped into the main hall of Fenqing after a few steps.

"Xie Wanting?" Chu Binghuan was stunned, vaguely feeling that something was not right. The three immortal gates had not yet reached the Fenqing Palace, so why did Sect Master Xie come up quietly? Wasn't the magic repair stopped on the way? If it is so easy to allow outsiders to board the Fenqing Temple, then do you want the face of Demon Venerable?

Chu Binghuan weighed left and right, and followed up first, standing outside the main hall, peeping at the movement inside the hall.

Sure enough, it was Xie Wanting, and on the throne, Yin Wuhui was also there.

The two looked at each other, and they didn't speak to each other, as if they were examining something, the air was tight.

"When will you come to find the deity?" Finally, Yin Wuhui said.

Xie Wanting looked at him without squinting: "There are some things, I have to ask you face to face."

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