After the villain resigned

The vegetation is dense, with a few dewdrops rolling back and forth on it, reflecting the slowly rising morning sun.

A thin layer of purple air is dense, and with the breeze, it gathers and spreads out, like clouds and fog.

A loud bird cry broke the silent space, and a snow-white fairy bird spread its wings and passed by, with a long red silk ribbon dangling from its orange-red beak, flying across the sky.

When it was about to reach the 33rd Chongtian, it lowered its head, and looked at the two people standing below with black bean-like eyes in doubt. A branch full of snow-white buds was hung on the silk belt, adding a touch of water red.

Ruan Lan looked at 33 Chongtian, who was close at hand, and said a little strangely: "Why does it feel different from the last time I came here?"

When I came to 33 Chongtian last time, it was still a dignified and solemn fairy palace. Why does it look a little... beaming now?

Ruan Lan's eyes turned back and forth on the bright red decoration hanging at the entrance of the Immortal Palace, and murmured: "Could it be... Is the Immortal Lord really going to get married?"

Fortunately, Ruan Lan doesn't like Nanming Xianjun anymore, so seeing such a scene with her own eyes, she won't be heartbroken.

"Get married?" Zhou Siwei inexplicably felt that these red things were an eyesore, and his eyes swept across the wall in front of him like a blade, only to hear a crash, and all the decorations on it fell to the ground.

Ruan Lan was taken aback, and whispered: "Ah."

Zhou Siwei ignored the startled little girl and walked towards the gate of 33 Chongtian.

When Zhou Siwei arrived at the door, Ruan Lan came to her senses and quickly followed up with her skirt, shouting, "Wait a minute!"

But Zhou Siwei didn't listen to her at all, stepped on the third stone steps at the door, and walked into the 33rd heaven.

Ruan Lan shrank her head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry... I lied to you." In fact, there is no restriction on entering the 33rd Heaven, it's just a lie that Ruan Lan uttered casually.

Hearing this, Zhou Siwei glanced at the little girl and said lightly, "I know."

Ruan Lan was brought along not because of her casual lies, but because it was too dangerous to leave her alone under such circumstances.

Ruan Lan raised her head, looked at Zhou Siwei with bright eyes, and said a series of words: "My name is Ruan Lan, you haven't told me your name yet, can I continue to follow you?"

Facing the overly enthusiastic Ruan Lan, Zhou Siwei replied with two words: "No."

Ruan Lan was hit hard, like a frosted flower, she lowered her head, and after a while she calmed down, she quietly glanced at the unsmiling sword repairer beside her, and asked in a low voice: "Come here 33 What is Zhongtian doing?"

Zhou Siwei replied, "Look for someone."

"Eh?" Ruan Lan's eyes widened, "Didn't you come to the wedding?"

"Wedding?" Zhou Siwei talked a little more now, and asked, "With whom?"

Ruan Lan replied truthfully: "Nanming Xianjun and his destined Taoist companion."

As soon as her soft voice fell, there was a commotion nearby.

"It's Immortal Nanming!"

"Nanming Xianjun has come out!"

There were two monks standing near Ruan Lan, talking softly.

"I used to think that no one was worthy of Nanming Xianjun, but now that I have met, I know what a good match is."

"Exactly, it's not an exaggeration to say that they are a match made in heaven."

Ruan Lan listened to the conversation of others, looked in the direction they were pointing, and saw two people passing by a tall building, one of them was the Nanming Immortal she had been thinking about before, and the other one should be the destiny of Nanming Immortal Daoist.

In the past, Ruan Lan would have felt that only she could be worthy of Immortal Nanming, but now, she no longer admires Immortal Nanming.

Ruan Lan withdrew her gaze, and turned to look at the sword repairman in white beside her, but just looking at it made her feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

The person beside him looked at the tall building with no expression on his face, like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, exuding a murderous intent.

Ruan Lan took a step back, and said involuntarily: "Okay, so scary..."

Although Zhou Siwei was taciturn before, he still protected Ruan Lan during his actions, but at this time... Ruan Lan had this idea in his mind, now this person, no matter who stands in front of him, will be mercilessly beheaded by him. kill.

Ruan Lan didn't dare to say anything more, but she was curious, why was this indifferent swordsman so angry?

The four corners of the eaves of the high-rise building are raised, and a string of exquisite and simple wind chimes hangs below, hanging all the way to the corridor hanging in mid-air. When the warm wind blows, there is a crisp jingling sound.

Jiang Yi stood on the inside and yawned lazily, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

He followed Fang Nanming's footsteps through the long corridor, glanced at the crowd gathered below, and asked puzzledly, "Is it necessary to come out for a walk every day?"

"You don't understand, this is the only way to..." Fang Nanming trembled inexplicably in the middle of his words, and he said strangely, "Why do you feel a little cold?"

And it's not just the usual coldness, but the kind of frightening chill that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Yiyi didn't take his words to heart, and glanced casually around the bottom, and when he was about to take it back, he stopped at a certain place for a moment.

"Here we come." Jiang Yi pretended not to see anything, and whispered to Fang Nanming.

Fang Nanming also lowered his voice and replied, "I saw it, what should I do now?"

Jiang Yi was silent for a moment, and said, "I think he wants to come up and cut you with a sword now, do you believe it?"

Fang Nanming said calmly, "I believe it."

Then he stopped hesitating and pinched a magic formula in his hand. A thick layer of mist filled the surroundings in an instant, isolating the entire high-rise building from the outside.

At the last moment, Jiang Yiyi subconsciously glanced at Zhou Siwei who was standing downstairs, his eyes met for a moment, and was immediately blocked by the fog.

"I'm thinking..." Jiang Yi still maintained that movement, and said to himself, "How should I explain it?"

Fang Nanming wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist, and asked, "Explain what?"

Jiang Yi turned around and glanced at him, and said, "If I were Zhou Siwei, I would definitely feel that my head is very green."

Fang Nanming recalled the scene just now, and nodded in agreement: "That's true."

Ruan Lan waited by the side for a while, then mustered up the courage, stepped forward and said, "You..."

Zhou Siwei didn't have the heart to listen to her, so he stepped past Ruan Lan and walked straight to the tall building.Holding the Dragon Sword in his hand, with his wrist stretched straight, he sent out a sword forward. The blade of the sword reflected a scorching light, and chopped towards the place where the fog was thick.

But the mist is soft and has no specific shape. It is not afraid of the sharp sword edge at all. When a sword light enters, it is like dripping water like the sea, and it cannot stir up any wind and waves.

Zhou Siwei made another sword attack, but he still couldn't dispel the dense fog in front of him.

He took a step back, looked at Ruan Lan not far away, and asked, "How can I get in?"

Ruan Lan trembled, put her hands on her shoulders, shook her head and said, "No, I don't know, but if you want to find Nanming Xianjun, he should appear at the wedding."

Ruan Lan felt that Zhou Siwei's eyes turned cold again.

"Wedding." Zhou Siwei's every word seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "When?"

Ruan Lan calculated the time and replied in a low voice: "Tomorrow."

After getting the answer, Zhou Siwei lowered his eyes and looked at the floor tiles with intricate patterns engraved on the ground. After a moment of silence, he swung his sword towards the ground as if venting his anger.

The momentum of Zhou Siwei's sword was too shocking. Even though Ruan Lan knew that every corner of the 33rd Heaven was equipped with formations, which would not be shaken by ordinary attacks, she still closed her eyes subconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a long and narrow crack in front of her, with a sharp sword intent on it, as long as she got close to this place, she would feel the chill.

Ruan Lan looked away and looked around, but she didn't find the figure of the white-clothed swordsman again.