Chapter 719 Marry Him

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The campfire in the tent jumped, and the master and disciple looked at each other in silence.

For a long time.

Another long time.

Ghost Subhuti suddenly laughed, "I heard that you have been to Kunlun. Looks like you know a lot of things there?"

However, Xu Han did not have a smile on his face. He stared at Gui Puti and said word by word, "I know far more than Master Niang thought."

However, Ghost Subhuti could not hear the meaning behind Xu Han's words. She paced to the campfire and stared at it. Her purple pupils became deep and empty. She seemed to be looking at the leaping flames, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything.

Then she shook her head slightly and whispered, "You don't understand. There is no tomorrow, only yesterday."

"So Mother wants the entire world to be buried with you!?" Xu Han frowned.

"Buried with him?" Gui Puti smiled again. She turned to look at Xu Han and said calmly, "It's not burial with them. It's giving them a chance. It's also giving me a chance."

Xu Han's brows furrowed even deeper. Ghost Subhuti was still as stubborn as ever, as stubborn as a fool. Xu Han could understand her persistence, but he could not sit idly by and watch her continue like this.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, he suddenly said.

...

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed. The girl still came to the shop at the corner to buy an osmanthus cake every day. However, in this year, she had never seen that boy again. She understood that there weren't many miracles in this world,

Until one day, as usual, she went to the shop and bought an osmanthus cake, but did not leave.

This was the habit she had developed since she met that boy. She no longer left in a hurry with the osmanthus cake as before. Instead, she would always stand at the corner of the street and quietly finish the osmanthus cake before returning to the gloomy Underworld Palace. She could not tell what she was doing this for, but she knew that there seemed to be some small expectation hidden in her heart, hoping that a miracle would happen, hoping that the boy would suddenly appear in front of her.

But this kind of expectation had long been tempered in this year's scene. She had only taken it as a habit. Until this day, she finished eating the osmanthus cake as usual and was about to turn around to leave when a hand reached out from behind and patted her shoulder.

The girl turned around and saw a pretty boy holding an oil paper wrapped item and smiling foolishly. He said, "Osmanthus cake from Heavenly Battle City, do you want to try it?"

The girl was stunned. She was not afraid or surprised. She simply couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. She was stunned for a while. Her purple eyes were wide open. It was only after a long time that a smile spread out in her eyes. As a result, she nodded heavily, "Yes."

That night, the girl returned to Hades very late. The boy took her to the wine shop. He told her a story about him. His words were straightforward and unreserved, making the girl who had lived for hundreds of years but had a temperament that was undoubtedly with the girl feel embarrassed and happy. Only after returning to the Underworld did the girl realize that she hadn't had time to ask the boy when they would see each other again.

However, she soon understood that this was not a question she needed to ask.

The next day, she finished her homework earlier, but she was not in a hurry to go to the pastry shop. Instead, she called over the servants left behind by the monk and gave her the second order in many years, besides food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, to make these servants dress her up more beautifully.

This is a very difficult order, more difficult than finding a map of the world.

The girl had already turned sixteen. She was very beautiful, just like a porcelain doll made by a craftsman. There was nothing wrong with her entire body. It was like a swordsman who had reached the peak of the sword dao would have to expend hundreds of times more effort than an outsider. The girl's appearance had already reached the point where she could not be cured. It was also extremely difficult for her to be more beautiful.

However, His Majesty's request could not be ignored. This group of servants thought hard for a long time. In the end, they could only draw a thick blush on her cheeks at the urging of the girl. Her hair was knotted with silk coils, inserted with all kinds of the most expensive hairpins, and wore a luxurious dress with long skirts and golden embroidery patterns.

Together, the accessories on her body were probably enough to buy Tian Dou City, but they were too much. Adding on the fact that the girl was supposed to be sixteen or seventeen years old and lively, the makeup of a mature woman in the painting was naturally inappropriate. Although she was beautiful, her dress still gave off a strange feeling.

The girl spent an hour dressing up like this. She was also somewhat unsuited to wear such heavy clothes, especially the skirt that was thirty feet away from the ground. She could not help but feel a sense of clumsiness. However, she was not sure if this makeup was suitable, so she specifically asked the servants.

Of course, the servants did not think that the Emperor of their own family wanted to go out to meet his lover. They only thought that she was on a whim and that this torment had truly exhausted them, so they all nodded their heads in disbelief.

As a result, when the boy came to the shop with anticipation, he saw the crowd outside the shop. They pointed at the center, both surprised and ridiculed, but of course, most of them secretly laughed. The boy was very strange. He squeezed into the crowd with great difficulty, but his goal was to see a purple-eyed girl wearing heavy and luxurious clothes standing in the middle of the crowd.

She raised her head proudly, like a white crane standing in a flock of chickens, calmly receiving the gazes of everyone. It was as if the doubts and ridicule of the people were all praises in her ears. Probably only someone who was absolutely confident could behave like this under such circumstances.

The boy was slightly stunned, but he quickly smiled. He liked the girl's confidence very much, of course, he liked her unusual. Now that she had exposed both things to him, he had no reason to feel uncomfortable.

So he quickly walked forward, as if the girl ignored the gazes of the surrounding people. He also didn't care about the surprise of others. He took the girl's hand and said, "I'm here, I've made you wait for a long time."

The girl shook her head and smiled sweetly at the boy. Although the makeup on her face made her smile look a little strange, the boy could still catch something that broke his heart from the smile.

"Where do you want to play?" The boy asked again.

"Anywhere."

Then, the boy who got the answer did not hesitate at all. The girl who was holding her hand quickly ran out of the small city under the astonished gazes of the crowd. Of course, the girl's exaggerated makeup still attracted the attention of the passersby along the way. However, the two young men who were just beginning to love each other had only the bottom of their hearts, and they did not care about everything around them anymore.

That day, the boy took the girl to many places, but most of them were not good places.

For example, a boy picks wild vegetables in a forest, likes to sit alone on a dazed hill, or he fiddles with a muddy muddy ground that is squeezed into a villain or a building.

These places might be special places for boys to carry their memories, but there was nothing special about other people's words. However, the girl was very curious about them, and she listened with interest to the boy's narration of these places. After all, although the girl was well-fed, her movements were mostly between the Underworld Palace and the pastry shops in the town. Apart from that, she did not seem to have visited any other places, nor did she think of going anywhere else. So the boy took her to every place and every story was so novel to her.

This was a good day. Even if her luxurious clothes were cut through the mountains, and her thick skirts were covered in mud, the two of them did not feel embarrassed. Instead, they hoped to meet again.

In the blink of an eye, five days had passed. The boy's annual vacation had been exhausted. The two of them bid farewell. Although the boy promised to meet the girl in front of the shop at this time next year, his separation worries still made it difficult for the two young men to control themselves. Something happened on the night of the last day. Of course, it was still far from crossing the lightning pool. It could only be said to be an exchange of hearts and feelings.

Then, after the boy went to Heavenly Battle City, the days became harder for the girl for the first time, something she had never experienced in the past several hundred years.

She tossed and turned in the night and was stunned from time to time during the day. Finally, she made a decision. One day, she gave her servants a third unusual order. He asked them to conceal the fact that she was not in the hall. She was going to Heavenly Battle City to find the boy.

The servants were shocked. Obviously, this was not something they could decide, but they did not dare to stop their master's insistence. Thus, after a period of intransigence, the two sides finally reached a consensus. They accompanied her to Heavenly Battle City, Although these servants were called servants, However, the monk didn't leave them here just to take care of the girl's food, clothing, and transportation, but also to protect the girl's safety. Every servant who could shoulder such a heavy responsibility was a first-class expert in the Great Zhou's Jianghu. Even immortals would come here personally. Even if these hundred servants formed a formation, they would still be on par with him.

...

Tian Dou City was the sacred land of the Great Zhou Sword Dao. Regardless of whether it was the famous Sword Immortal Yue Fu Yao or the hundred thousand famous Tian Dou Army that even the Imperial Court did not dare to offend, they were all the things that sword cultivators admired the most in this world. The boy did not conceal anything. He was Yue Fuyao's disciple. Although Yue Fuyao had a lot of disciples, everyone in Heavenly Battle City could not be considered offended.

Of course, there were some exceptions for boys.

He was the youngest and had the humblest background, but he cultivated hard. Although his talent was mediocre, he was inexplicably favored by Yue Fuyao. The principle of the tree attracting the wind was the same everywhere. The boy's encounter naturally attracted the jealousy of his senior brothers who were ranked ahead of him, so he naturally suffered a lot of troubles.

For example, on this day, he was accused by many junior brothers of stealing a treasured sword from the Concealed Sword Pavilion in the west of Heavenly Battle City. Some even thought that he threw the treasured sword. This matter became more and more serious, and the two sides pulled on each other until the boy couldn't stand the humiliation. He fought with the leader and accidentally injured the other. The rules of Heavenly Battle City were strict. Internal battles had always been prohibited. The youngest was expelled from the sect, and the most important was to cripple one's cultivation.

Just as the boy was kneeling helplessly under Yue Fuyao and facing the criticisms of his fellow disciples, the happy girl casually barged into the door of Yue Fuyao's mansion, where the matter was being questioned.

Under Yue Fuyao's cold expression, she walked to the boy and helped him up under the stunning gazes of many disciples. Then, she clapped her hands and hundreds of followers dressed in black entered.

Ever since Yue Fuyao ascended to the Immortal Realm to establish Heavenly Battle City, nothing like this had ever happened in Heavenly Battle City's Heavenly Battle Palace. The disciples panicked. They all took out their swords from their waist. He secretly thought that a great battle would break out, However, the girl respectfully bowed to Yue Fuyao. Afterwards, the hundreds of black-clothed men took out the jade carvings, the precious calligraphy and paintings, the famous swords in history, and the long-lost swordsmanship that they had hidden in their bosoms. All of these things caused even the disciples living in Heavenly Battle City to be dumbfounded.

At that time, only Yue Fuyao was able to maintain his demeanor as a Sword Immortal. He asked the girl who she was from the boy.

The boy who was silent in the surprise of the girl's sudden appearance also looked at the girl. After all, he had brought more than a year in Heavenly Battle City. Even though he did not know the price of those jade calligraphy and paintings, the value of those sword techniques and precious swords was somewhat estimated in his heart. He had never thought that the girl he knew would bring out such wealth, let alone know her origin.

However, the girl did not have such a consciousness. She held the boy's hand and raised her neck at that time. She was so arrogant that she was like a peacock.

"Ah Chen's parents are gone. You are his master. Master is also his master. This is a betrothal gift. I want to marry him."

...

At this point in the story, Xu Han stopped. He looked at Gui Puti, who was standing on the other side of the fire, with a calm expression on his face.

However, his calm reflected the trembling and strange look in Ghost Subhuti's eyes.

"How do you know so well?" She gritted her teeth and asked.

"I said it was Martial Uncle who told me. Does Martial Niang believe me?" Xu Han asked with a smile.

"That bastard will tell you this?" Gui Puti said with a heavy brow. There was a faint surge of killing intent between her eyebrows. She did not seem to like someone telling this story that only belonged to her and him.

"Only Martial Niang and Martial Uncle know about this story. Since Martial Uncle didn't tell you, then only Martial Niang, you can tell me." Xu Han said again, his smile deepening as he narrowed his eyes.

Gui Puti subconsciously took a step back. She was somewhat flustered and at a loss. It was the first time in her life that she felt that this disciple before her was so unfathomable. However, she was unwilling to let this emotion control her, so she gritted her teeth and suppressed the various emotions rising in her heart. She pretended to be calm and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Do you still want me to tell you the last paragraph of this story? That's not as wonderful as this one." Xu Han ignored her question and took a step forward, asking again with a smile.

"Mother, don't doubt it. This disciple remembers this story very clearly. Every detail is vivid in my mind."

"After all..."

"After all, Mother Shixiong has already told me this story eighteen times."