MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 88 Extra one

Mu Chuihan picked up his sleeves, the dark patterns of clouds and moon were embroidered with gold thread on the big red sleeves, and the accessories were as varied as the red clothes he wore when he and Ye Tingjiang first met.

But obviously, in terms of cost and tailoring, this set of his is superior, so he is even more pleased with it.

Mingzheng sat on the side watching him play with his clothes, time didn't know what to say. If Fuyan was sitting here, Mingzheng would look at him with kind eyes, grab his hand and say, "If you are wronged in the future, tell your uncle, and uncle will vent your anger."

But the person sitting next to him now is Mu Chuihan, an Immortal Venerable, who is several decades older than her in terms of age.

Mingzheng held back for a long time, and finally looked at the face carved in the mold of He Fuyan and said, "Well, Master, Senior Sister wishes you a long time."

It's impossible to be a senior, but Mu Chuihan wants to borrow with Ye Tingjiang, and it's not too much to call her Senior Sister Sheng.

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Mu Chuihan also changed his mouth without any hesitation, and then spread his hands with a smile: "The wedding gift."

Seeing that he was so oblivious, Mingzheng also smiled, and put a storage ring in Mu Chuihan's palm: "It's called Senior Sister, it can't be short of you."

Mu Chuihan happily put away the storage ring, then took out a red hijab from the side, and turned it around boredly.

"Hey, how long do we have to wait?" Mu Chuihan was completely bored.

Although he also likes the marriage customs in the world, it is lively and festive. But Ye Tingjiang copied and copied it like this, making it extremely cumbersome, and he would have another opinion.

"It's almost time." Mingzheng smiled and said, "The guests are all here."

And every time he saw Ying Xuefeng's fiery red film, he showed an expression of doubt about life.

In the world of immortality, for thousands of years, there will be no such festive joint borrowing ceremony.

"Okay." Mu Chuihan sighed, "Just give him a little more time."

I hope that Ye Tingjiang will meet him and come to pick him up as soon as possible.

"Do you really want to wear this thing?" Mingzheng looked at the hijab in Mu Chuihan's hands, and still couldn't help but ask in shock.

It's good for a bride in the world to wear a red silk mask, but this is not the custom in the world of immortals, not to mention that Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang are both male cultivators.

"You have to wear it." Mu Chuihan supported his head: "Otherwise I'm afraid of scaring them."

It's all his fault. He has done too much evil with Fuyan's face before. If other cultivators see his true face, the image he has worked hard to create for thousands of years will be ruined.

Thanks to such a good thing in human marriage customs, he can completely cover his face and continue to maintain a sense of mystery.

Although the red hijab is paired with men's wedding dresses, it's a bit nondescript. But anyway, others would only laugh at Ye Tingjiang's taste, and Mu Chuihan was happy.

He looked across Qiushui but didn't see Ye Tingjiang, and began to hold Mingzheng to tell some old stories: "I think back then, when I first saw Tingyun-Jun, I thought he was an evil cultivator in the deep mountains and was planning to die together..."

Mu Chuihan spoke vigorously, but Mingzheng was stunned. This version, and the hero Mu Chuihan told her to save the beauty in the past, are two completely different stories.

"I thought about it at the time, and I immediately decided to take him as my teacher..." Mu Chuihan said that he was proud, and immediately forgot that he was still waiting for Ye Tingjiang, excitedly patted the paperweight, and almost stood up.

"Here it is." A voice came from outside, interrupting Mu Chuihan's intrigued storytelling.

Suixing walked into the door, he was also wearing a red dress, and even the little silver star on his ear was forcibly replaced by a little golden star by Mu Chuihan.

He had a blank face, looking reluctant, but he still reminded: "Jun Tingyun is coming soon."

"Ah!" Mu Chuihan jumped up suddenly, put the hijab on his head indiscriminately, he went blind again, fell a step forward, and hung himself on Juixing's arm, barely able to stabilize his body.

Over there, Ye Tingjiang had already arrived at the door of his room, followed by a group of disciples borrowed from other peaks. The sound of ritual music and lively voices outside the door could be clearly heard.

Mu Chuihan couldn't see now, and he didn't bother to feel it with his divine sense, so his hearing became more acute. He could even hear a few disciples whispering in the noise: "Can I see Immortal Venerable's face today?"

"Have you not seen the sea of ​​blood?"

"Tsk, how could that be the true face of Immortal Venerable, it looks like a mask!"

Mu Chuihan—thought a little narrowly, I’m going to let you down again today—and walked out the door under Suixing’s emotionless pull.

"Hey—" He heard the disciples outside take a deep breath, and he probably didn't expect him to be able to cover up now.

Mu Chuihan became curious, and a faint light flashed, and he saw Ye Tingjiang wearing a wedding dress similar to his, with a smile that could not be hidden on his calm face at the moment.

Although he was already familiar with Ye Tingjiang's face, Mu Chuihan couldn't restrain his heartbeat. He dropped the star next to him, walked slowly to Ye Tingjiang's side, and took the red silk attached to the hydrangea.

Yingxue Peak was full of fallen heroes, and they passed through the crowd of guests surrounded by disciples.

The ceremonial official who I did not know where I found it imitated the lyrics of the world: "-Waiting the heaven and the earth-"

They made three salutations between heaven and earth, and since then they have shared their luck, but they have also faced all kinds of wonderful eyes from the guests together.

No one would have thought that they would have the opportunity to participate in the joint loan ceremony of Immortal Venerable Yuelin, and see Immortal Venerable and Lord Tingyun paying respects in a proper manner...

Mu Chuihan liked to see this kind of surprised expression. He leaned over to Ye Tingjiang and lowered his voice: "Xianjun, after worshiping, are you going to be sent to the bridal chamber?"

Then everyone saw that Jun Tingyun blushed, and they were extremely curious about what the Immortal Venerable just said.

Ye Tingjiang quickly calmed down: "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet."

"Ah~" Mu Chuihan complained in a tactful way, and he stood up: "But shouldn't the bride go back and wait for you to drink the wine?"

"According to the ancient etiquette...not now." Ye Tingjiang stood upright, as if he didn't have the slightest thought in his heart: "Don't say it, it should be heard."

"I can't hear you." Mu Chuihan smiled in a low voice, "My spells haven't regressed to that level."

Although he was thinking about the bridal chamber, Mu Chuihan still followed Ye Tingjiang's wishes and sat down on the main table. On the table are delicacies made of various spiritual materials, and there are many dishes that are obviously his taste, and the spicy fragrance is overflowing.

Mu Chuihan quickly focused his attention on the good dishes on the table. He was very reserved in his actions, even showing a bit of elegance, but his speed was not slow at all. He quietly stuffed it into his mouth from under the hijab, and tasted all the dishes on the table in a moment.

The monks attending the banquet were actually curious about Immortal Venerable and Tingyun-Jun. Usually I don't see one, but this time I could see a couple. Not long after the banquet started, guests came one after another to toast in front of them.

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to put down his chopsticks. He couldn't recognize so many cultivators at all, and he was dazzled by the sight.

"May Xianzun and Lord Tingyun be of one mind forever and ascend the avenue together!"

"Thank you." Mu Chuihan's voice was still clear and cold, calling the guest who came to celebrate his birthday to pay his respects.

Only Ye Tingjiang heard the sound transmission immediately after he finished saying that sentence, and Mu Chuihan's tone changed completely, with a bit of coquettish meaning: "When will we be here..."

If you can't have a bridal chamber, at least give him enough time to eat!

Ye Tingjiang had to appease: "Everyone is here for you, just be patient..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a young male cultivator walking towards them.

In order not to make Mu Chuihan too impatient, Ye Tingjiang took the initiative to stand in front of him.

The male cultivator said happily, "Jun Tingyun is overjoyed."

Ye Tingjiang nodded at him, picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Although he didn't know who this male cultivator was, it was always right to drink.

The male cultivator was stunned, he also drank his glass of wine, and then found an opportunity to report to his family: "Xiao Sheng in the Fugui Building."

Mu Chuihan's eyes were bright, and the word "Fuguilou" was enough to attract his attention.

"The two of you may not know me," Xiao Sheng said with a smile, "but when Xiao saw Jun Tingyun today, he immediately regarded him as a confidant in his life."

Ye Tingjiang didn't know what he was talking about, and nodded lightly. He only felt that this Xiao Sheng's confidant was too good to be a good friend... It seems that just talking about someone on the street is a lifelong confidant.

Xiao Sheng was not persuaded by Ye Tingjiang's indifferent expression, and continued: "Xiao X looks at the arrangement of today's joint borrowing ceremony, and knows that Ting Yunjun is different from others. The marriage customs in the world are too interesting, Xiao X still has some collections here, if If I had known that Tingyun-Jun was a member of my generation, I should have sent it earlier, so as to add some brilliance to the ceremony!"

Ye Tingjiang thought that there was no need, and looked at Mu Chuihan without a trace.

The real fellows are there.

"However, it's not too late." Xiao Sheng said that he could talk to himself, and he put his palms together in a moment: "The joint loan ceremony is only once, but in the future, there will be no full moon banquet, birthday banquet, Xiao Mou. This will allow the subordinates to send the congratulatory gifts!"

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

These two men, how could they have a chance to hold a full moon banquet!

Ye Tingjiang opened his lips with difficulty: "I think..."

Not necessarily.

"Very good." Mu Chuihan spoke before him, "Thank you, Master Xiao, for your kindness."

Xiao Sheng really didn't expect that the cold-hearted Immortal Venerable would take the initiative to talk to him, and was immediately flattered: "Immortal Venerable also feels good?"

Mu Chuihan also smiled happily: "Exactly..."

He and Xiao Sheng had a heated exchange, and even Ye Tingjiang, the real bridegroom today, was excluded, completely unable to understand what they were talking about.

After a while, Xiao Sheng left with a smile on his face, and Mu Chuihan sat down with a smile on his face.

Ye Tingjiang wondered: "So why are you all so happy?"

In the end, Ye Tingjiang simply stopped listening.

"It's him," Mu Chuihan thought for a while, "It's probably rare to find a taste so similar to him. Listen, Fuguilou, what a style."

"What about you?" Ye Tingjiang asked.

"Me," Mu Chuihan smiled and rolled his eyes, "because he promised to give us a lot of spiritual tools."

He recalled the appearance of those golden spirits that skipped over in his mind, looked at Ye Tingjiang with a helpless face, and finally said succinctly: "It's only 600,000 spirit jades."

Mu Chuihan was not greedy either, and everything would be fine if he earned the money from selling himself.

He whispered: "I'm sorry to ask for too much, after all, I haven't thanked the matchmaker yet."

If it weren't for Fuguilou, he might not know who Ye Tingjiang is now.

Ye Tingjiang was not very calm: "Yes, not too much..."

Well, now he has to re-evaluate whether he can afford to support Immortal Venerable Moon Lin.

"Shh." Mu Chuihan suddenly interrupted Ye Tingjiang's words, and hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of vegetables into his mouth.

He saw Geng Qingyang's figure from a distance, chewed it quickly, and swallowed the food.

Mu Chuihan patted Ye Tingjiang on the shoulder, with excitement written on his face: "Xianjun, what kind of amorous prodigal son do you want to be today?"

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

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