Chapter 2142 Succession Ceremony

The person who came was Ning Buji!

He still looked as lazy as before.

"How's it going? Is your injury feeling better?" Wu Ci smiled and asked.

"Well, fortunately, I have Shennong Hu to help me heal my injuries. I have maintained my foundation in the past six months. After a few more years of training, I should be able to return to my former self."

As Ning Bugui spoke, he took off a wine gourd from the cow's back and took a sip.

"You want some too?"

"No."

Wu Ci smiled and waved his hand: "The succession ceremony is about to take place. How can I have the leisure to drink elegantly? After the ceremony is over, I can come and have a drink with Brother Dao."

"Too."

Ning Bugui put the wine gourd back and said with a smile: "Liang Yan is just a hands-off shopkeeper. You have to come forward to deal with big and small things in Wushuang City, but he has gone into hiding."

"That's not what you said. He is the city lord now. It is my duty to share the city lord's worries."

"With such a city lord on the stall, you will have to worry about something in the future!" Ning Bugui laughed, raised his head and took a few sips of strong wine.

Wu Ci shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Yongye City has sent people, Taoist brother is here this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Bugui smiled and said: "I have been expelled from Yongye City a long time ago. Now I am just a casual cultivator with nothing to do. I only represent myself when I watch the ceremony."

"I see..." Wu Ci nodded slightly.

Ning Bugui said again: "You must not take my ideas into account. I am not comparable to those big sects. I have a limited fortune and I don't have such a precious gift!"

Wu Ci laughed and said, "Brother Taoist, you are joking. You have given me enough respect by coming, so what else do I need as a gift!"

Ning Bugui waved his hand again: "You can't say that. I'm not shameless. I come to your place to eat and drink? I brought some gifts at least."

After saying that, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it into Wu Ci's hand.

"I made a special trip to the South China Sea and brought a letter from an old friend to Mr. Liang. Think of it as my congratulatory gift."

"oh?"

Wu Ci took the envelope with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He knew that Liang Yan was from Nanchui and had his old friend on a certain island. This letter seemed ordinary, but to Liang Yan, it might be of great significance.

"Thank you, Brother Dao. I will definitely deliver this letter to the city lord." Wu Ci put the letter away, held it in his hand and said with a smile.

"hehe!"

Ning Bugui smiled slightly, lay on the back of the green bull, and entered Wushuang City leisurely...

At this point, almost all the monks participating in the ceremony have arrived.

Wu Ci did not stay outside the city and led several palace masters back to the city, leaving only a dozen Tongxuan Zhenjun guarding outside the city gate.

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Wushuang City, in a certain gorgeous palace.

Wu Xin was arranging Liang Yan's clothes.

Today, Liang Yan is wearing a set of luxurious purple-gold robes. The robes are woven from the sacred silkworm silk, and every strand is shining with a solemn luster.

The cuffs are outlined with gold thread and embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, which flutter in the wind and appear between the sleeves, as if there are real clouds lingering around you!

Looking at the waist, there is a black fairy jade belt, inlaid with various kinds of jade. There seems to be various spiritual energies flowing from earth, fire, water, wind...

Wu Xin stood behind Liang Yan and helped him smooth out the fine wrinkles of his robe one by one. There was both joy and sadness in his eyes.

"Is this right...what did you wear before? As long as you dress up a little, my husband will be the most heroic man in the world!"

"Wuxin..."

Liang Yan suddenly turned around and held her catkin in his hand: "Let's go together..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xin gently pressed his lips with her jade fingers.

"It goes without saying."

Wuxin's eyes were smiling and he said leisurely: "After all, the human race and the demon race are incompatible. Although the saints have known my identity and acquiesced to my existence, the monks outside may not be able to accept it... If I take the role of the city lord's wife, Being honored on stage with your identity will inevitably put you in embarrassment.”

After listening to Wu Xin's words, Liang Yan's eyes dimmed slightly.

This is absolutely true. The hatred between humans and demons for many years cannot be resolved...

Seeing him like this, Wu Xin's eyes became even gentler: "There's no need to feel sad for me. I don't care about my status, as long as you have me in your heart."

After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded silently and reached out to take Wu Xin into his arms.

In the dim palace, the two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's tenderness...

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there were footsteps approaching from far away, and then I heard a familiar voice saying outside the door:

"City Lord, there are two things in this gift that I want to pass on to you."

This voice broke the atmosphere in the palace. Liang Yan and Wu Xin looked at each other and had to separate.

The witch smoothed her slightly messy hair, walked quickly to the door, and opened the side door of the palace.

Standing outside was Ning Xia, the current palace owner of Bihai Palace.

"Sorry to bother you two."

There was a hint of narrowing in Ning Xia's eyes.

He blushed for no reason, rolled his eyes at her, and said angrily: "The auspicious time is coming soon. Is there anything else that needs to be delivered at this time?"

"Well... they are all the old friends of the city lord. We can't be the masters, so we should let the city lord take a look at them in person."

Ning Xia said as she handed a jade flute and a letter into Wu Xin's hands.

"Then I won't disturb you two here."

Ning Xia smiled slightly, turned around and turned into a wisp of green smoke, and soon disappeared in the corridor outside the palace...

Wuxin's eyes showed a trace of helplessness.

She looked down at the bamboo flute in her hand, and saw that it was like jade, crystal clear, and the blue sea waves painted on the surface with silver threads flowed slowly on the bamboo flute.

"Here, your confidante has brought you a gift."

Wuxin handed the bamboo flute and the letter to Liang Yan, with a smile on his face.

The "confidante" she mentioned was of course Nan Youyue.

I'm afraid only Nan Youyue could make her so polite. If it was another female cultivator, she would become a "slut" in her mouth...

Liang Yan sighed and reached out to take the bamboo flute.

The blue sea waves on the flute were lifelike, as if they really existed, and they were about to rush out of the bamboo flute in the next moment.

"Qin Hai Enlightenment..."

Liang Yan muttered to himself.

Back then, in the "Fantasy Sea of ​​Piano", the two played the piano and flute together and realized the mysterious sound of Taoism... It is obvious that Nan Youyue carved the waves of the blue sea on the bamboo flute to commemorate that scene.

Later, on the Hun Tian Ridge, Liang Yan gave his bamboo flute to Nan Youyue.

This time, it was more like a return gift from Nan Youyue.

"Take it..."

Just when Liang Yan's memory was a little dazed, Wuxin's voice suddenly sounded.

Liang Yan turned and looked at his Taoist partner.

Wuxin smiled slightly: "To be honest, I don't want to share my husband with other women, but she is a special case. Without her dedication, my husband might not have achieved what he has today."

After hearing this, Liang Yan's eyes showed a complex look.

After a long silence, he sighed softly: "Nan Youyue damaged her foundation for me. After all, I owe her. After this matter is over, I will see if there is a chance to make it up to her."

After that, he injected magic power into the jade flute and quickly refined it.

At the moment when he was refining, a puff of green smoke suddenly floated up from the end of the jade flute. The smoke gradually condensed in the air and gradually formed a string of beautiful small characters:

"You stand in the setting sun, your shadow grows longer, and the jade harp plays the farewell song late.

The world is like water and it is easy to pass away. Once you wake up from a dream, you sigh for the passing years.

The mountains and rivers are vast, and the love is beyond the clouds.

You can travel thousands of miles and watch the sea turn into mulberry. "

This is a farewell poem.

Liang Yan and Wu Xin were stunned when they saw this scene.

Let the love be beyond the clouds... It seems that Nan Youyue has passed the love test, but no one knows where she is going.

"She is a wonderful woman." Wu Xin nodded secretly.

Liang Yan sighed and put away the jade flute.

He took out the letter again, and saw that the signature on it was Yu Xuanji!

Immediately, he opened the envelope with an idea in his mind, and immediately saw a line of familiar handwriting:

"Liang Yan, my disciple:

I heard that the Antarctic Fairyland encountered a great catastrophe, so that all the people were devastated. Your master and your uncle are also heartbroken. It's a pity that our cultivation is limited. We can only preserve our own sect and cannot participate in this war...

Fortunately, all the heroes joined forces and fought bloody battles. Man can conquer nature!

I also heard that my disciple turned the tide and established the victory. I am really overjoyed!

My Yungang Sect has A sword immortal! There has never been one since the founding of the sect. Your uncle and I have brought honor to the sect!

Now, the sect is thriving, and the newly recruited disciples are also remarkable. Your uncle and I are busy with the sect's important affairs, and we are really unable to spare time.

Although your uncle and I cannot attend the succession ceremony in person, we will burn incense and cook wine in Nanchui to celebrate for you from afar!

I wish you a prosperous immortal path!

Master, Yu Xuanji. "

After reading the content of the letter, Liang Yan's eyes showed emotion.

I didn't expect that after so many years, the former teacher of Yungang Sect still cares about him.

He took a deep breath, turned around, faced the south, and bowed three times respectfully.

"It's almost time, the people outside are waiting." Wuxin walked over with a smile.

"Yeah."

Liang Yan nodded, and his face quickly returned to calm.

"I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Wuxin said, stepped forward, and tidied his clothes for him for the last time.

She looked at him carefully for a moment, and for some reason, there was a tear on her bright smile.

"Go..." Wuxin said gently.

"Yes."

Liang Yan looked at her deeply, and without stopping, he turned and walked towards the main gate of the palace.

This road is very long, as if walking through the darkness.

Boom!

Liang Yan stretched out his hand and pushed open the magnificent door.

In an instant, the sun came like a tide!

In the square outside, thunderous cheers rang out, like a tsunami, one wave after another!

From inside the door to outside the door, it is simply two worlds.

In the bright sunshine, Liang Yan squinted his eyes.

There was a crystal-cast staircase in front of him, a total of ninety-nine steps, reaching a height of ten thousand feet, and at the end of the staircase was a white jade platform suspended.

There, it was the ceremony platform for him to succeed the city lord!

Around the stage, colorful clouds swirled, fairy birds circled, and melodious fairy music echoed in the air, as if welcoming his arrival.

There was also a pair of boys and girls outside the door, standing on the left and right.

Seeing Liang Yan coming out, they immediately saluted respectfully, then bent down and made a "please" gesture.

"City Lord, please come on stage!"

Liang Yan nodded slightly and said nothing.

Facing the colorful clouds and fairy birds, he stepped on the crystal stairs and walked step by step to the high-altitude stage.

Ninety-nine stairs, like his past.

When Liang Yan stepped onto the last step, his mind was slightly dazed.

Once upon a time, when he first came to Antarctic Fairyland, he was just an unknown casual cultivator, and he even had to worry about how to pass the assessment of Wushuang City.

Unexpectedly, after only a few hundred years, the casual cultivator of that year has now stood at the top of Wushuang City...

However, this daze was only a moment, and he regained his calm the next moment.

When he stepped onto the stage, everyone was paying attention, and the cheers in Wushuang City reached a peak!

"The first step to succession is to bathe in holy water and wash away the lead and makeup!"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded, and it was the deputy city lord Wu Ci.

As the person presiding over the ceremony, he was standing on the stage waiting for Liang Yan.

Liang Yan looked at him, nodded slightly, and then strode forward.

There were eight boys and girls on both sides, each holding a flower basket with clear spring water floating in it.

Seeing Liang Yan passing by, they immediately sprinkled the spring water in the flower basket on Liang Yan, but Liang Yan did not dodge or evade, allowing the spring water to pour on his body.

Soon, Liang Yan passed the first ceremony.

He continued to stride forward, and saw a graceful female cultivator standing in front of him, wearing a pink long skirt, like a lotus swaying in the wind, graceful and moving.

It was Xia Zhirong, the Palace Master of Linglong Palace.

She held a three-foot-long ruler in her hand. The ruler was like jade, with cloud patterns flashing on the surface, which looked very strange.

"City Lord, I'm sorry."

Xia Zhirong bowed slightly, her voice soft.

Liang Yan smiled and said, "No problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ci's loud voice sounded again: "The second step of succession, the Confucian ruler and the law precepts!"

"First precept: Kill mortals!"

"Second precept: Harm the monks in the city without reason!"

...

"Ninth precept: Cause chaos to the people!"

There are a total of nine precepts. Every time Wu Ci said one, Xia Zhirong's ruler in her hand gently tapped Liang Yan's shoulder.

After nine times, Wu Ci nodded to Liang Yan.

The second ceremony was also passed.

Liang Yan strode forward and soon came to the center of the ceremony platform.

Looking around, there were crowds of people below!

Every mountain, every square, and even every attic was full of people...

Not only the monks of Wushuang City, but also people from various sects who came to congratulate, and even the scattered cultivators in remote areas, they all came here to admire the reputation!

Wushuang City has not had such a grand occasion for a long time!

With a smile on his face, Wu Ci came to Liang Yan with a folding fan in both hands.

"This is the folding fan used by City Lord Linghu back then. After the City Lord passed away, this will be the token of our Wushuang City. Only the one holding this fan can succeed as the new City Lord."

After saying this, he bowed his head in front of Liang Yan, holding the folding fan in both hands and raised it above his head.

Liang Yan stared at the folding fan.

After a moment, he smiled slightly and reached out to take the folding fan.

Swish!

Liang Yan shook the fan, and the folding fan unfolded. Four big characters were written in cursive on the front:

"Wind and Cloud Wushuang"!

In an instant, the breeze on the stage suddenly rose, and the clouds rolled and spread.

The wind and cloud aura surrounded Liang Yan, making him look like a figure in a fairy scroll...

Wu Ci's face was solemn, he took two steps back, and then knelt on one knee.

"Greetings to the City Lord!"

At the same time, all the cultivators in Wushuang City, including the masters of the five palaces of Shura, Linglong, Bihai, Zhengyang, and Yunjin, knelt together at this moment.

"Greetings to the city lord!"

"Greetings to the city lord!"

"Greetings to the city lord!"

...

A uniform voice rang out among the mountains of Wushuang City, like a tsunami, rushing straight into the sky!