[Chapter 801 Something must have happened to the Duanmu family]
Just when everyone was getting anxious and angry, Yang Yiyu came out of his room, holding several wedding dresses in his hands.
Seeing his tired face, the resentment of the women was dissipated a lot.
Grandma was relieved to see Yang Yiyu, and a smile appeared on her face, but she still walked over and pulled Yang Yiyu’s ears and said with a smile: “You bastard, you are so useless. Come with grandma to meet the guests.” Being
pulled by grandma’s ears, Yang Yiyu deliberately grinned and said: “Grandma, it hurts, I will go, but please let me put down the wedding dress.”
“Hurry up, come out to the living room.” Grandma scolded and walked away.
At this time, several women looked at Yang Yiyu one by one, and their beautiful eyes were moved.
Zhao Nan looked at the wedding dress in her hand, which was gleaming with silver light, and said, “You disappeared for so many days and went to make wedding dresses?”
“Hehe, what else? Are you still worried that I’ll run away? How is that possible? If you let your beautiful wives run away, you’d be a fool. Come on, give each of you a set, haha.”
As he spoke, Yang Yiyu passed out the wedding dresses in his hand. Zhao Nan had a red one, Lin Huan had an orange one, Ning Ke had a yellow one, Bu Qingmei had a green one, Yuan Jinfeng had a cyan one, and Ouyang Yuqing had a blue one.
Finally, he had a purple one and a bright red one for the groom.
Zhao Nan squinted and glanced at the purple wedding dress that was left in Yang Yiyu’s hand. She looked at it meaningfully and said, “Go to the front hall to meet the guests and rest early. You look tired.”
After that, Zhao Nan smiled and said, “Sisters, let’s go try on new clothes.”
With Zhao Nan’s EQ, she could naturally guess who the last purple wedding dress in Yang Yiyu’s hand was for. She had been with Yang Yiyu for several years, so there was no reason for her not to know about Liu Lingling.
But she would not ask about this kind of thing. Instead, she was thinking about whether to call Liu Lingling. Anyway, it didn’t matter if Yang Yiyun had one more or one less person around him, so why not make him happy? And show your generosity?
Thinking of this, Zhao Nan turned around and left with a few sisters.
Yang Yiyun looked at the purple wedding dress in her hand, with an embarrassed look on her face. He knew that Zhao Nan had guessed who this purple wedding dress was left for, but she was smart and didn’t say it.
On the contrary, he was anxious to come out because he calculated that nine days had passed in the Qiankun Pot space, and he didn’t put away the last set of wedding dress, so Zhao Nan looked at him meaningfully.
With a sigh, he put away the purple wedding dress and said to himself: “Forget it, as long as she is happy, anything is fine.” After that, Yang Yiyun walked to the front hall to meet the guests.
After he left, Wu Moqiu appeared from the corner, looking at Yang Yiyun’s back as he left and muttering to himself, “Sir, I wish you happiness.”
Wu Moqiu’s face showed loneliness when she spoke, but it was fleeting. She liked her husband, but she also knew that this was impossible. After all, she was a ghost cultivator and didn’t even have a real body. Although she had a true spirit body after practicing Fengdu Jue, it was not a real body after all. In her heart, maybe only when she became a ghost fairy one day and had a ghost fairy body could she express her feelings to her husband.
Wu Moqiu felt that she was not qualified to be with her husband.
At this time, the figures of her sisters Wu Moxia and Qiao Fu appeared, and they were beside Wu Moqiu.
“Qiu’er, if you like Mr., go and confess. Don’t keep it in your heart. Mr. is a generous person…” Wu Moxia was interrupted by Wu Moqiu before she finished her words: “Sister, don’t say anything. We are ghost cultivators. I don’t want to cause trouble for Mr., let everything go with the flow.”
“Silly sister, Mr. is such a person, how could he care about this? Besides, sister can see that Mr. treats you well. You have been by Mr.’s side all these years, just like Mr.’s shadow. How can he not have a good impression of you?” Wu Moxia felt sorry for her sister. How could she not see that her silly sister liked Mr., but she didn’t dare to say it.
Qiao Fu also said thoughtfully: “Qiu’er, don’t be afraid. I will go to Mr. and tell him. I believe he will accept you.”
“No, don’t. I’ll solve my own problems. Brother Qiao, you and sister don’t have to worry about it. In fact, it’s my luck to be with Mr. all the time. The mistresses around Mr., even Mrs. Zhao, have not been with Mr. for as long as I have. Let everything go with the flow~” Wu Moqiu’s eyes were full of tenderness when she said the last sentence.
In fact, it was just unrequited love. She also understood that Yang Yiyun cared about her ghost cultivation body in her heart, which was her weak point.
…
Not to mention the conversation between Wu Moqiu and the other two, Yang Yiyun had no idea what Wu Moqiu was thinking. After meeting the families of several women in the front hall, it was already late at night. It was about to dawn, and Yang Yiyun did not plan to go to bed, so he went directly to the Yunmen Dongtian Monastery.
He asked the old ghost to find the cranes and birds from last time, and prepared to welcome several brides from Yun Village to Yunmen Dongtian to worship heaven and earth on an auspicious day tomorrow, although the birds were used to welcome the bride.
After learning about the layout of the wedding scene inside and outside with Chen Qibian, Li Dayi, and Liu Xiqi, it was already dawn. At the urging of Chen Qibian, the general manager, Yang Yiyun hurriedly changed into the groom’s clothes and prepared for the wedding ceremony.
The person who presided over the wedding ceremony was Yang Yiyun’s grandfather Duanmu Xingtian, who had sent people to the South Country to invite his grandfather ten days ago.
Today he still has to wait to welcome his grandfather.
After putting on the bright red groom’s suit, Yang Yiyu walked out of the monastic hall in a happy mood. Looking at the busy disciples of the Yunmen Sect and the people of the ancient martial arts world who had already sat down and waited for the wedding to begin, Yang Yiyu remembered that Lao Fang’s alchemy results would be used today and he didn’t know whether Lao Fang had finished refining 10,000 pills.
So he said to Wu Moqiu, “Qiu’er, go and see how Lao Fang’s alchemy is going?”
“Okay, sir, I’ll go right away.”
After Wu Moqiu left, Qiu Yun hurried in. After seeing Yang Yiyu in a bright red groom’s suit, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but then it flashed away, and he stepped forward and said, “Sir, the old lady asked me to invite you to welcome the guests. She said that the master of the Southern Kingdom has arrived.”
Yang Yiyun didn’t notice the loneliness on Qiu Yun’s face. Hearing her talk, he said in surprise, “Grandpa is here. OK, I’ll go to greet him.”
…
When he walked out of Yunmen Dongtian, he found that grandpa and grandma had already walked to the gate, talking and laughing as they walked towards the old house.
Yang Yiyun saw that there were more than a hundred good people following grandpa Duanmu Xingtian. It seemed that the entire Duanmu family had come. He was happy in his heart: “It’s really one of our family members. All of my grandpa’s family came to my wedding.”
He shouted happily from a distance: “Grandpa~” and ran over while talking.
Duanmu Xingtian looked at Yang Yiyun with a smile on his face: “Good boy, grandpa is late, you won’t blame grandpa, right?”
Yang Yiyun was smiling, but when grandpa turned his head, his smile froze, because her grandpa Duanmu Xingtian had a face full of vicissitudes, and he felt that grandpa was already a virtual ancient warrior, which was within his expectations. At the beginning, he gave grandpa’s family many cultivation methods and elixirs. It was not surprising that grandpa could reach the virtual realm after six or seven years.
But when grandpa Duanmu Xingtian turned his head, Yang Yiyun saw that grandpa looked dozens of years older, and his appearance was like an octogenarian.
And one of grandpa’s left arms was also empty in the robe he was wearing, obviously he had lost one of his left arms.
Walking to grandpa’s side, Yang Yiyun forced a smile and said, “I’m so happy that grandpa can come, how can I be surprised?” After saying that, he looked behind Duanmu Xingtian and asked, “Where is grandpa’s uncle?” After
asking this question, he found that Duanmu Xingtian’s face twitched, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He forced a smile and said, “Today is your wedding day. Let’s talk about your uncle after your wedding.”
At this time, grandma also said, “You bastard, let the master-in-law go in for tea. What’s the point of standing at the door? Come in and sit down and talk.”
Yang Yiyun gently touched grandpa’s empty sleeves, and his heart ached. He nodded and let grandpa go in first, and let Li Dayi arrange for the disciples of the Duanmu family to rest. Something big must have happened to the Duanmu family.
After forcing himself to enter the hall and sit down, grandma saw that Yang Yiyun had something to say to Duanmu Xingtian, so he left on the pretext of going to see the brothers and girls.
After grandma left, Yang Yiyun couldn’t help asking, “What happened to grandpa? How did you lose your left arm? What happened to my uncle?”
Three questions in a row, each of which made Duanmu Xingtian’s face twitch and his eyes full of pain.
(End of this chapter)
