After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Cui Wang waved away the hidden formation.

The noon sun pierced through the green shades, illuminating the roadway transparently. From day to day, the roadway is not too narrow, but too secluded.

Zheng Wan narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky:

"It turns out it's almost noon."

She opened her hands towards Cui Wang, her fingers were as slender as green onions, and her palms were white and tender. Cui Wang was taken aback, raised his hand to put it on, but Zheng Wan avoided it.

She reminded with a soft voice:

"Yin transmission jade charm."

Cui Wang retracted his hand and stopped moving.

He resisted with silence, and Zheng Wan didn't feel annoyed, so he stood so cutely, with one hand stretched out for a long time.

Occasionally, there was the scream of shopkeepers walking along the lanes at the entrance of the lane, mixed with the noise of bug cars screaming by, Cui Wang's gaze slid over the corner of her smiling mouth, and then fell into her eyes.

Memory is a mirror. It constantly contrasts the past and reflects reality.

In the sound of a crash, Cui Wang finally understood what it looked like without the eyes of guard, jealousy, and desire.

It was a sparkling mirror lake, but the lake was facing him, and there was no more light.

Cui Wang tightened his jaw, for a long time, he took out the jade symbol from the storage bag and handed it over:

"Exchange it with the pony that man gave you."

Zheng Wan still looked at him with a smile:

"Why the Daojun should play a child's temper."

"exchange."

Zheng Wan didn't give it, but Cui Wang gave in in the end.

He gave the jade symbol to Zheng Wan, and the two walked out of the lane side by side.

The lights on the side of the road had long been removed, and they were bare, but the crowd was still bustling. As soon as the two of them showed up, they caused a burst of whispers, and even if there was a seemingly invisible sight.

Only a few words came:

"That man has such a handsome face!"

"No, no, no, I think that woman is more beautiful, she looks like a lotus flower, and she is full of peaches and plums, wonderful and wonderful."

"Don't look at it, people are getting annoyed."

Seeing a girl who was greedy for Cui Wang, turned her head and accidentally bumped the pillar, Zheng Yu couldn't help but laughed out loud:

"The Taoist is so charming."

Cui Wang let out the pressure without expression, until the whole street was scared to death by him, and then said:

"True Monarch is not bad either."

As she was talking, a Yuan Talisman suddenly floated in front of Zheng Wan. She stretched out her hand to take it, and she smiled with joy when it came from the shopkeeper:

"Daojun sorry, I still have something to do, so I won't participate in the evening banquet."

After the Venerable Ceremony, in order to celebrate with each session, the Guixumen Liushui Feast will be held for three days and three nights. Today is the second day.

"You want to go to Yuzhen Tower? Bai shopkeeper?"

Cui Wang was not surprised either, "Go with it."

"Do you know?"

Zheng Wan was taken aback for a moment, but when he thought of the identity of this person, the chief secretary of the Dark Iron Order, he felt that he should know, "Don't bother Daojun."

She refused, but Cui Wang had made up his mind to ask her to respond to him, so he naturally refused to quit. Zheng Wan couldn’t see him, so he let it go. The voice was transmitted to Shujin, and Shujin didn’t know what he was up to. Dao Sheng saw her at a dinner party in the evening, and cut off before she could even hear her.

Zheng Wan had to go to Yuzhen Tower with Cui Wang.

In front of the Yuzhen Tower, the shopkeeper stood on tiptoe and couldn't help looking out. Looking from a distance, he saw a pair of bimen. The man was wearing an ink cloak, only his hat was taken off, and a pure white robe was revealed as he walked around.

The woman was dressed in a sky feather streamer, and she could see the butterfly shadow fluttering from a distance, and she couldn't help but say:

It's also an endless source of stone flowers.

I felt sore in my heart, but I felt that the figure of the woman was very familiar. She was taken aback, and hurriedly greeted her when she reacted.

"Mr. Zheng, why is it so late..."

When I got closer, I was overjoyed, and again and again:

"I haven't congratulated the real person for being promoted, ah, no, look at my mouth, it's a true monarch."

Zheng Wan smiled and cried:

"On behalf of the shopkeeper."

Only then did the shopkeeper pay attention to the black cloak next to Zheng Wan. At this look, he was taken aback, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes, annoyed to find that there were six hidden golden swords on the man's robe.

The small sword of the six levels of Guixu Gate means that he is a Taoist monarch.

Reminiscent of this beautiful face that is difficult to describe, and the anecdote that was once published in the Canglan Newspaper, it is not difficult to guess who this person is.

Muttering in my heart, could it be that these two have reconciled, and the shopkeeper nodded and bowed again:

"I don't know Li Wei Daojun is here, and I look at Daojun Haihan for a little bit of negligence."

Cui Wang gave a faint "um".

Zheng Wan smiled and said:

"On behalf of the shopkeeper, Daojun and I have come to see the shopkeeper Bai, can the shopkeeper be there?"

Speaking of shopkeeper in Yuzhenlou, it means Bai shopkeeper.

"Yes, yes, the shopkeeper is..."

Before the shopkeeper's words were over, I saw these two people come and go like wind, disappearing in front of my eyes. Turning around and looking back, there was still a figure in sight, so that the last two words "meeting guest" were cut off in the middle.

He shook his head:

"Young man, just impatient..."

Before Zheng Yu approached the small yard where the treasurer Bai often stayed, he was taken to stay by Cui Wang:

"Someone."

There is an unwritten custom in the Profound Cang Realm. When entering the territory of others, the soul consciousness needs to be put away, otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation to the other party.

When Zheng Yu entered Yuzhen Building, he naturally collected his soul consciousness, and he was surprised when he heard that:

"Someone inside?"

Cui Wang nodded. The two were about to exit the yard, but they heard a violent quarrel in the house. The white shopkeeper's hoarse and vague voice went up and down, but the other party only occasionally responded with a sentence or two--

Wan looked weird, if she heard it right, her voice would be...her master?

"Zixiu Daojun."

Cui Wang came to a conclusion.

The two looked at each other, turned around in unison, and listened to the content of the argument. It seemed to be at odds with the old lover. They just thought about the white shopkeeper's chicken skin and crane hair and the beautiful and flowery appearance of the master, which really didn't match.

Unfortunately, it is too late to withdraw now.

Zheng Yu felt that a gust of wind passed, and he was caught by Cui Wang next to the pillar. He set up a hidden formation and concealed the two of them. The door opened with a creak.

The master came out with a calm face, a face that had always been smiling and faintly angry, and there was no more usual laughter and curse, which made Zheng Yu feel strange: she had never seen a master like this.

The treasurer Bai hurriedly stepped out of the threshold with a cane, and the crutch fell to the ground and made a "tough" sound.

She still looks like an old woman, but she can see that she has been slightly modified today. She is covered with a dark purple patterned coat, her white hair on the temples is neatly squeezed, and she is leaning on a cane:

"Zixiu, stop!"

Daojun Zi Xiu paused, and when he took another step, his robe turned over and flew faster.

Zheng Yu subconsciously hid inside, but found that his whole body was almost covered by Cui Wang. The two were cramped at a cramped corner. Except for the red lacquered pillars, there was a piece of eaves to the left.

She was so blocked by Cui Wang between the pillars and the square inch of the eaves. The shadow of the eaves and Cui Wang's figure shrouded her, enveloping her. Zheng Yu regretfully found that there was a small piece on the right hand side. There is no other way to go.

Cui Wang looked at her without blinking.

Zheng Wan motioned him to leave with his eyes, but Cui Wang didn't move.

During the stalemate, the white shopkeeper in the courtyard said again:

"Zixiu, after so many years, you still blame me."

"Strange?" Daojun Zi Xiu stopped, and he turned around, "Bai Yu, you hide from me for a lifetime. After hiding, why don't you hide more thoroughly? I never knew that you actually hid in this jade. At the foot of Qingmen, in Fengwu City."

White shopkeeper's sneer:

"I fear you."

"Fear of me?" Zi Xiu smiled suddenly, his soft voice, "What are you afraid of me? Bai Yu, you know, I never hurt you."

"It won't hurt me," the treasurer Bai said, "but you killed Brother Zhan! You killed Hongyan!"

"In order to get close to me, you did all kinds of tricks, deceiving me and playing me. First you approached Brother Zhan and then Hongyan. You killed them all. How can I not be afraid of you?"

Zi Xiu’s face was a frustration that Zheng Wan had never seen before. He seemed to be too lazy to argue with her:

"Now that the conclusion is reached, why should it appear?"

He no longer had the thought of staying, turned around to step out of the yard, but listened to the words of the treasurer:

"Daughter! Zi Xiu, we have a daughter!"

Daojun Zi Xiu turned around:

"what did you say?"

Zheng Yu was horrified, the corpse turned out to be the daughter of the treasurer Bai and the master?

The painting styles of these two people are so different that she can't think of one piece. After all, standing one piece is like the difference between grandma and grandson.

Looking up again, Cui Wang was still looking at her quietly.

He seemed to be totally indifferent to everything that happened outside, there was only one of her in the pupils of Youqi.

But Zheng Wan's heart is like stopping water.

In the past, she would be a little proud, and give birth to some self-confidence, and some secret joy, but now, there is nothing left. He said "reluctantly" and planned all her delusions about love.

"daughter?"

Daojun Zi Xiu stepped directly in front of the treasurer Bai, "Where is the daughter?"

"She is dead."

The treasurer Bai said blankly, but with tears on his face, "She is dead, Zi Xiu."

"Dead?" Zi Xiu's face was as white as paper after a day of ups and downs, "She's dead?"

"When I go, no one will give her a scented incense, Zi Xiu, I call you, but I want you to give her a scented incense for the holidays--"

"you shut up."

Zi Xiu pointed at her, the finger exposed under her wide sleeve seemed to be stained with blood, "Bai Yu, hello, you are fine!"

After saying this, it has disappeared in the same place.

The idiot of the white shopkeeper stood for a long time before saying to the back of the pillar:

"Since the guest is here, come out."

Zheng Wan, who was called Po Xing Zang, couldn't help being a little nasty. He ran into the embarrassing situation of the host family. Although it was accidental, it was not good after all.

If in the past, she would still anger Cui Wang, but now she feels that he can't be blamed.

The hidden formations set up in a hurry, if the host's side has some hidden means, it is not uncommon to be seen through.

She was out of the hidden formation:

"The shopkeeper."

The treasurer Bai wiped the corner of his eyes, and did not look at the male Xiu who came out behind Zheng Yu, turned around, knocked on the ground with his crutches and returned to the room.

She said:

"come in."

Zheng Wan followed the threshold and looked at the old woman again, which was a bit strange.

The calmness of the white shopkeeper:

"Make you laugh."

"sit."

She got up and made a cup of tea for each of them.

Zheng Wan is on the left and Cui Wang is on the right, and the two sit together on a mahogany eight immortal chair in front of the screen.

The treasurer Bai looked at her, then at the cold man on the right, and asked:

"Who is this……"

The vitality of the man's body is like the sea, unfathomable.

"Mr. Li Wei Dao."

Zheng Yu introduced that the treasurer Bai nodded indifferently. She has reached the end of her life now, and she has treated these things long ago, saying, "The Daoist is here, I really neglect it."

"It's okay."

Cui Wang said.

After the two compartments greeted him, Zheng Wan clarified his intentions and handed over the storage bag containing the corpse.

The treasurer Bai sat blankly for a while, his expression on his face seemed to cry and smile, and finally turned into a choked voice:

"Thank you, Zhenjun."

The blue veins in her hand holding the storage bag burst out, and the dry skin was drooping on a thin wrist with spots of the old man on it:

"The old man has no regrets in this life."

The treasurer Bai took back the storage bag, and saw that Zheng Wan looked at him with curiosity in his eyes, and said:

"When the true monarch came in, I knew that you were a disciple of Zi Xiu, so I specifically asked you to go in and meet. You are quite similar to the former Zi Xiu... your temperament is quite similar."

The treasurer Bai took the initiative to chat about Master, indicating that he didn't care much, and Zheng Wan followed along and asked.

"Zixiu, he..."

The treasurer Bai fell into recollection, "He was afraid that I would dislike him as a member of the Yuqing Sect, so he made friends with my senior under a pseudonym. My childhood sweethearts and senior brothers have long been in charge of the master and made a marriage contract..."

The treasurer Bai did not conceal much, and after a while, Zheng Wan knew the outline of the story.

In short, the story of a viper pretending to be a rabbit in order to get close to another lamb, and taking the opportunity to poison the lark and the bull one by one, which had been good with the lamb, sounds a bit sad.

But according to Zheng Wan's understanding of Master, although he is a little inconsistent, he is really an open-minded and informal person.

"Did the lamb misunderstood?"

"It doesn't matter if you misunderstand it, or if you don't misunderstand it," the treasurer Bai said. "The feelings based on deceit and lies are like this worm-eaten lantern fruit. The exterior is bright and beautiful, but the inside is prematurely rotten."

"Not long."

She said slowly.

Zheng Wan glanced at Cui Wang, but he expected that he was also looking at her. She removed her eyes, but Cui Wang said:

"not necessarily."

"The shopkeeper gave up first."

He said slowly.

"If Daojun is me, what shall we do?"

The treasurer Bai couldn't think of another possibility.

"The shopkeeper said he wanted to let go, but gave birth to the daughter of Zi Xiu. He said he wanted to leave, but hid in the nearest Fengwu city."

Cui Wang seemed to wake up from a big dream.

For a long time, he said:

"Since you can't struggle, why not conform to your heart, and take what you want, and take when you take it."

The treasurer Bai looked at him, suddenly laughed, and cried again:

"The old man has been stubborn with himself for a lifetime, and I don't expect a child in his twenties to see through."

The thin, white-haired old woman was nestled in the wide seat, like a piece of dead wood.

Cui Wang and Zheng Wan retreated.