Chapter 395: Marriage Corridor, Love Passage"well said!" Everyone clapped their hands in agreement. Next. It all depends on which of the "highly respected" and powerful people in King Cang's family will take the initiative to come and show his face! - "Cang Lei, you bastard!" The land of King Cang’s clan. Cang Lei had already rushed back to the clan overnight. After reporting the news, it immediately caused an uproar among the main and subordinate clan members. Until early morning. A group of Cang clan leaders held a meeting in the clan meeting hall.

The clan leader Cang Xingkong slapped Cang Lei in the face, his face gloomy, and cursed angrily. Pa~~ Cang Lei's cheeks turned red and he lowered his head, not daring to speak. It was he who made him take action, and now he is the one taking the blame. The Cangwang clan had a strict hierarchy, and those with high status could decide life and death with a single word. He didn't dare to refute, or even to defend himself. The meeting room was completely silent. No one dared to speak. Until the clan leader Cang Xingkong seemed to have calmed down, snorted coldly, waved his hand and sat down. Only then did the elders of the tribe come forward to ask. "Clan leader, Donglin Xianya is now powerful and can use its power to suppress others. Unfortunately, the people who came are a group of young people, so it is not appropriate for the clan to take action. How should we deal with this matter?" "Come to the door, please." Cang Xingkong had a gloomy face. Hear the words. Everyone had a gloomy look on their faces. Please and. It's better to say it's an apology. What happened yesterday was embarrassing enough. But they couldn't bring shame upon their clan. This matter can only be handled by the "Cang" clan alone, and has nothing to do with the Cang clan's main clan. That is why today's meeting is held in the clan's meeting hall instead of in the clan's ancestral temple.

"Cang Lei." Cang Xingkong shouted in a deep voice. "exist." Cang Lei shuddered and got up from the ground. Get down on your knees. Cang Xingkong said: "You must personally ask for forgiveness and invite the person to be a guest of the clan. No matter how you are beaten or scolded, you are not allowed to disobey the guest. If the matter fails, you will be beheaded!" "Yes!" Cang Lei lowered his head deeply. "Cang Hongyi." Cang Xingkong spoke again. "Clan leader." A middle-aged man stepped forward, neither humble nor arrogant, and boldly looked directly at Cang Xingkong, the head of the clan. Cang Xingkong said solemnly: "My brother Hongyi, you are the most outstanding person in the Hong generation, and you are expected to break through the Dharma phase within a hundred years. This time, you are leading the team to Jiushen City, which can be regarded as giving enough face to those younger generations." "When you get to Jiushen City, remember to bring Cang Xiuyuan with you. We will make sure that everyone knows about it and give them enough room to step aside." "I obey the order of the patriarch." Cang Hongyi took the order and left. Start preparing relevant matters and etiquette. As the oldest clan in Cangzhou, the Cangwang clan has extremely high requirements for etiquette standards. There are different standards for dealing with each class. This time. They were preparing to raise the level and perform the etiquette of elders on behalf of Jianya Xuanfeng and his disciples. He is confident. This move is enough to shock people's hearts and give an explanation to Donglinxianya and people all over the world. "What are you still standing there for? Get out of here!" Cang Xingkong looked at Cang Lei who was in a daze, and immediately showed a look of disgust. "Yes Yes." Cang Lei nodded hurriedly, took seven steps back, and left the conference room. The Cang clan has a very confusing generation structure. Xing and Hong were from the same generation, and were both branches that had come from the same source for three thousand years. People like Cang Lei and Cang Ming, who didn't even have a "name", were all side branches of humble origins. Even if they are lucky enough to become the adopted sons of King Cang because of their outstanding talents, their status in the clan is far inferior to that of the main bloodlines.

After all, the number of King Cang’s adopted sons and illegitimate sons added together is probably more than 10,000. Without the accumulation of several generations and without the Dharma and Immortal Realm, you are nothing in the Cangwang clan! Cang Xiuyuan of Jiushen City was once a branch, but now it has branched out, and even had a Dharma-Appearance Patriarch among its ancestors, so it is qualified to be granted a generation name. If we really trace back the generations, Xiu is even three generations older than Xing and Hong. In the clan ceremony, the clan leader Cang Xingkong would call Cang Xiuyuan his great uncle. The Cang clan was preparing rituals and going to apologize. At this time, Song Linze and Hou Yuanxi were walking side by side on the streets of Jiushen City. After all, the two of them had already agreed on it yesterday. If they didn't do something now, it would make them seem guilty. only. Although the two were walking side by side, there seemed to be a person between them. On this busy street, children would occasionally playfully pass between them, completely unaware that they were together. In the eyes of outsiders. There is no sense of compatibility between this man and this woman. They didn't even say a word to each other for half a day, and the atmosphere was full of awkwardness. "Where did you learn the Holy Spirit Sword Seventeen that you used yesterday?" Hou Yuanxi asked abruptly. "An old friend." Song Lindao. "Tantai Xuanyin?" Hou Yuanxi's lips curled up slightly. "Yes." Song Lin was not surprised. Hou Yuanxi's status in Jianya Xuanfeng is different from that of ordinary disciples. As the person in charge of this trip, it is normal for him to be familiar with the background of everyone in the team. "Jianzhai's swordsmanship is not complete." Hou Yuanxi said. “I just watched it a few times.” Song Lin smiled slightly. He really only watched it a few times. Three thousand years ago, seven thousand years ago, and two years ago. Xie Muxue, Song Yuyan, and Tan Tai Xuanyin never held back when practicing sword skills in front of him. "After watching it a few times, you're ready to come up with something new?" Hou Yuanxi was surprised. "Senior sister has a keen eye."

Song Lin smiled and said, "In addition to Holy Spirit·Sword One to Sword Eighteen, I also know Wind and Thunder·Sword One to Sword Eighteen, and Inch of Light·Sword One..." "Are there also Five Elements·Sword One to Sword Eighteen?" Hou Yuanxi smiled. "……Yes." Song Lin smiled casually, "Sure enough, there is nothing I can hide from Senior Sister about this sword technique." "is it?" Hou Yuanxi smiled faintly. The two walked leisurely with the crowd towards the Temple of Marriage. As we talked back and forth, the originally awkward atmosphere gradually became more harmonious. "Jian Nineteen, can you do it?" Hou Yuanxi asked again. "I'm studying it. Ever since I read 'The True Explanation of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique' written by my senior sister, I always felt that something was missing." Song Lin nodded first, and then shook his head. "You can ask me when you have time. The moves after Sword 20 are not mature enough, but I am somewhat confident about Sword 19." Hou Yuanxi said. "Sister, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. I admire you." Song Lin smiled. "You are so young, but your swordsmanship has reached perfection. In this respect, you are far better than I was back then." Hou Yuanxi did not look proud at all. Holy Spirit Sword Techniques, one to eighteen swords. It encompasses all aspects of sword arts in the world, three threes are endless, six sixes are infinite. Song Lin was confident that he had mastered Sword Eighteen, which meant that his skills had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world. But the nineteenth sword is more than one level more difficult. Unless he enters the golden body and sees through the mundane affairs of the world. Or... he is a reincarnated immortal. Otherwise it is the limit. of course. There was one thing Song Lin didn't say. In his previous life, his spiritual root panel showed that his sword attainment was 19. This meant that he was qualified to touch the door frame between heaven and man. What is lacking now is only accumulation and experience. There is also a crucial hurdle in terms of one’s mind and character – the hurdle of emotions. The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is the sword of affection and the sword of infatuation. But the highest realm requires a "supreme" state, overlooking the emotional barrier. Feng Xuejun couldn't do this, so he only cultivated to Sword 22 in his previous life.

According to her own estimation, she would never be able to reach the final level in her lifetime. Because - she didn't want to. "arrive." Hou Yuanxi suddenly stopped. There was a chaotic and huge crowd ahead. Young men and women from all over the country came in pairs, filling up the vast marriage temple, but there were more single men and women. Today you can not only pray for a marriage partner, but also encounter one. Every July 7th, this place becomes a large-scale blind date venue. "Everyone line up!" "This is a sacred place in the temple. No loud noises are allowed. You must show respect to the gods before you can find your match!" "Singles go on the left, couples go on the right." "A marriage lottery ticket costs one ounce of silver and is numbered. After you receive it, you can enter the marriage temple." The two followed the crowd. Soon he stood in front of the gate. "Are you two here to seek marriage? Please come this way. One stick of incense costs three cents." A middle-aged man dressed as a temple keeper waved his hand. "Let's go left." Song Lin and Hou Yuanxi said in unison. "what?" The temple keeper was stunned and looked at the two of them carefully. He suddenly realized, "Sorry, I made a mistake today. Since you and your brother are here to find your destiny, then take the left path. Here, this is the destiny sign, one piece costs one tael of silver." "Brother, the temple keeper, why does it cost one or two taels to draw a fortune stick, but only three cents to burn incense?" Song Lin asked curiously. "The Marriage Temple is a place of gods, and it should protect believers. These three coins for a stick of incense are just the cost. But there are tricks to this marriage sign. One tael of silver is not considered a profit from you." The temple keeper smiled mysteriously, "After you go in, someone will guide you." "Thank you." Song Lin bowed his hands in thanks and took out two taels of silver. "Hey, you draw your own lottery ticket and pay for it yourself. This is the rule." The temple keeper pushed one or two taels of silver back. "Give."

A bare hand reached out, put down a silver coin, took the bamboo stick, turned and walked into the Temple of Marriage. "Thank you, Brother Miaozhu." Song Lin bowed and hurried to follow. When I entered the temple, I found that Hou Yuanxi had disappeared. "My dear, men go left and women go right." A small temple keeper came forward and said with a smile, "After entering this marriage corridor, you can choose one from the 1,800 rooms." "The left and right corridors for men and women can both be connected to the marriage hall, with a curtain in the middle. If you meet a woman you like, you can exchange marriage signs and make an appointment to meet on the Magpie Bridge tonight." "curtain?" Song Lin couldn't help but laugh. What kind of curtain could stop a monk? "what!" The little temple keeper seemed to have anticipated his thoughts and said with a smile, "A few tricks can't stop a person who follows his heart. But since the guest is here to meet someone, we shouldn't force him. If he wants to use his magical powers, he can find a beautiful woman on the street. Why waste time here?" "Too." Song Lin smiled casually. The little temple priest continued, "There is a simple method in the Marriage Hall that can change the sound and isolate the breath. The main purpose is to make people open their hearts and speak freely." "As the saying goes, everyone has their own fate. What do you think, sir?" "wonderful!" Song Lin exclaimed: "The word fate is wonderful beyond words." pity. He is not here to ask for fate today! In the temple of the Nine Gods City, he clearly smelled an unusual scent. Enter the Corridor of Marriage. The long corridor was silent and serene, as if it could block out the sounds from the houses. The corridor twisted and turned, and many men were wandering in front of the 1,800 houses, seemingly stuck in a decision. A marriage fortune stick, only asking for one chance of fate. This is an opportunity that only comes once a year, so they should be extremely cautious. And just not long after Song Lin and Hou Yuanxi entered. Shui Qianrou pulled the reluctant Xie Muxue and walked into the Corridor of Marriage cautiously. And the other side. Yan Ze, Tan Shuang and the other five male disciples immediately looked bitter after hearing the rules of the Marriage Corridor. What if...what if I meet Senior Sister Hou here, wouldn’t it be ruined? If I had known this would happen, I would not have listened to Senior Sister Shui’s instigation!

(End of this chapter)