I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 228 Mo Xiaolan is a descendant of Zhenyangzi?
Spring in March.

Small bridges and flowing water, weeping willows on the bank.

The sun is soft, reflecting on a pretty face, reflecting a bright spring.

A woman in a plain robe and a single ponytail walked onto the small bridge carrying a basket of flowers.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, with a bit of heroism, she stands on the bridge with a slender figure.

The men passing by couldn't help but look at her a few more times, with amazement in their eyes.

A few courageous ones, relying on their status as one of the few late-stage qi practitioners in this town, already walked towards the woman with evil smiles.

"This fellow Taoist, would you like to be my Taoist companion? I will make you very comfortable."

One of them looked the woman up and down, not hiding the desire in his eyes.

The woman turned her head, her side face reflected the sun, she was more beautiful and heroic, but there was a sneer on her face:
"You do not deserve."

"What did you say?!" The faces of those people were ugly, and they were about to make a move, when suddenly a person stepped forward and stood in front of the woman:
"We righteous monks should help the strong and the weak, and help the righteous. What kind of practice do you have for acting like this?"

This man was wearing a Taoist robe, with a tidy bun and an upright face. He stood in front of the woman with a kind of domineering arrogance.

However, the next moment, the man was knocked to the ground by these wandering monks.

"Do you dare to stand out with such a meager cultivation?"

"court death!"

"Destroy his spirit field!"

The three sneered, and were about to kill people, suddenly a few lotus petals floated up in the flowing water under the bridge, fluttering, passing by those people.

The movements of these people suddenly froze, and the expressions on their faces also froze, as if they had suddenly turned into several statues.

The man whose face was covered with blood stood up and said loudly:
"The righteous way has its own help from God. Your evil deeds today have offended the way of heaven, you wait"

"Fellow Taoist, you are injured. I have pills at home, please follow me."

The heroic and pretty woman said to him gently.

"Thank you fellow daoist, I'm fine, huh?"

Before the man finished speaking, he found that he had followed the woman involuntarily.

Just as he was surprised, the woman had already led him down the stone bridge and boarded a small boat on a bank.

The woman got on the boat, but the man stood on the shore and looked at her. The woman looked back and smiled:
"My home is on the other side. Fellow Daoist, I am grateful for your help. I just want to heal your injuries and have no other intentions."

The woman's smile was as gentle as rippling water waves, which made the man unable to look away for a moment.

The man got on the boat, and the woman picked up the oars, paddled lightly, parted her red lips, and sang an unknown song:

"Stay on the bridge in March to appreciate the lotus. I only hope that the Lord will take pity on me, and the boat will go home along the water, and the willows will form a good relationship in the spring breeze."

The woman's eyebrows are straight, but her singing voice is gentle and melodious, which makes the man fascinated.

They didn't even notice that the bodies of the few monks standing on the small bridge behind them were suddenly broken into several pieces, which caused the surrounding people to scream.

"My fellow Taoist, where did you get the lotus in March?"

After the woman finished singing, he couldn't help asking.

The woman rowed the oars, the water was gurgling, the boat was leisurely, and she smiled at him:
"It was there just now, didn't you see it?"

The man scratched his cheek, cupped his hands and said:

"This fellow Taoist, I haven't asked for your name yet."

The woman put down the paddle, stroked the slightly messy black hair on her forehead, cupped her hands and said:
"Sheng Tanglian."

"Spring and summer intersect, and the lotus is in full bloom." The man praised: "Good name."

A smile appeared on his face, and his voice was clear:
"My name is Zhenyangzi."

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, the light faded away.

The light curtain showing the image of the past in midair disappeared.

"Sheng Tanglian?! Zhenyangzi?!"

"Could it be the colored bones of the two of them?"

Liu Su exclaimed, and Siming Lan also froze.

"It's Zhenyangzi, the patriarch of Zhenyangzong, and Shengtanglian, the master of Qinglianmen?"

"No, Sheng Tanglian was killed by Zhenyangzi, so it is possible to leave colored bones, but the ancestor of Zhenyangzi has already ascended? How could there be colored bones?"

The colorful bones contain the aura and memories of Da Neng's life, and sometimes they will conjure up the deepest memories engraved in their lives, just like that just now.

What appeared in the light curtain was obviously the scene when Sheng Tanglian and Zhenyangzi first met.

From the looks of it, at that time Zhenyangzi was just a casual cultivator with a low level of cultivation, while Sheng Tanglian's Tanglian Jue was already proficient.

There is a huge difference between the two, but I don't know why Sheng Tanglian is so gentle with Zhenyangzi.

While everyone was wondering, two intersecting colored bones separated in midair, turned into two rainbows, and flew towards Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan.

Qiu Zhihe raised his hand slightly, grabbed a piece of colored bone, picked it up, and saw that it was shaped like a lotus flower.

Mo Xiaolan also subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch the other piece, and looked down, but it was shaped like a crabapple.

"The colorful bone recognizes the master?"

Siming Lan watched this scene in surprise.

The great powers fell, and those who left behind colorful bones were miraculous, but most of them had no wisdom.

Only a very small number of colorful bones can retain some of the spiritual wisdom of Da Neng's life because of chance and coincidence.

However, the spiritual intelligence left behind is also extremely limited, only some instinctive actions, without any autonomous consciousness.

It is extremely rare for colorful bones to take the initiative to recognize their masters like now.

Fang Xue remembered the record about colorful bones that she had learned in the monk's spiritual academy:

"The recognition of the master by the colored bones may be because the person who is recognized as the master has a deep bond with the master, or it is blood relationship, or the same practice."

Qiu Zhihe held the colored bone in his hand, and said calmly: "There is also a possibility that the spiritual power in the colored bone is surging and needs to be vented urgently, so the owner was chosen randomly."

What would Qin Gengyun think when Caigu, the master of Qinglian Sect 500 years ago, chose her?
Will you doubt her identity?
Fang Xue was startled, nodded and said, "Sister Qiu is right, there is indeed such a possibility."

Several people were talking, but they saw that the colorful bones in Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan's hands suddenly dimmed, and the light disappeared, and they turned into ordinary bones.

"How is this going?"

Everyone was stunned, but this situation had never been heard before.

Mo Xiaolan thought for a while, and handed the colored bone to Qiu Zhihe: "This colored bone should not be destined for me. You and Qin Gengyun are loving husband and wife. It's better for you two to hold one each. It can be regarded as a token between husband and wife."

Qiu Zhihe shook his head: "The colored bone has chosen you, and it is yours. Whether it is Shengtanglian or Zhenyangzi, it cannot be rejected or avoided."

Mo Xiaolan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

Liusu snickered as she watched from the side.

The saint is speaking seriously now, but I didn't know how nervous I was just now, for fear that my uncle would know that she and Sheng Tanglian have the same skills.

But this Mo Xiaolan is a bit strange, the Goddess in the Taoist temple is so similar to her.

Caigu also chose her.

The saint's rival in love doesn't look easy.

It's just that I don't know if the colorful bone in her hand belongs to the head of Shengtang Lianmen, or that scumbag Zhenyangzi?
Wait, the saint is practicing the Qinglian sect's kung fu, so the colored bone that was chosen for her is naturally the master of the Shengtanglian sect.

The piece in Mo Xiaolan's hand must belong to Zhen Yangzi, a scumbag!

So, Mo Xiaolan is a descendant of Zhenyangzi?

(End of this chapter)