Chapter 818

Just as everyone was anxious to get angry, Yang Yiyun came out of his room, holding several wedding dresses in his hand.

Look at his appearance, a face of fatigue, let a few women in the heart of resentment dissipated a lot.

Grandma saw that Yang Yiyun also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face. However, she still went to laugh and scold Yang Yiyun and pulled his ear up and said, "you son of a bitch, come back with such a dish. Hurry up and go to see the guests with grandma."

Yang Yiyun, who was grabbed by his grandmother, showed his teeth and grinned: "grandma hurts. I'll just go, but you let me put down my wedding dress."

"Come on, come out to the living room." Grandma laughed and scolded and went straight away.

At this time, several women looked at Yang Yiyun one by one, and their beautiful eyes were touched.

Zhao Nan looked at the silver light of the wedding dress in her hand and said, "how many days have you gone to make wedding dress?"

"Hey, hey, what else? You're worried about me running? How can this be possible? It's a fool to run away with beautiful wives. Come on, everyone. Ha ha. "

In his speech, Yang Yiyun handed out his wedding dress. Zhao Nan was red, Lin Huan was orange, Ning Ke was yellow, bu Qingmei was green, Yuan Jinfeng was blue, and Ouyang Yuqing was blue.

Finally, there was a set of purple and a set of red bridegroom's clothes.

Zhao Nan squinted at Yang Yiyun, who still had a purple wedding dress in his hand. Some meaningful glanced at it and said, "go to the front hall to meet the guests. Have a rest early. Quietly, you are tired."

After that, Zhao Nan said with a smile: "sisters, let's try new clothes."

With Zhao Nan's EQ, we can naturally guess who left Yang Yiyun's last purple wedding dress for. She followed Yang Yiyun for several years, but she didn't know the truth of Liu Lingling's existence.

But this kind of thing, she naturally won't ask, instead, she is thinking about whether to call Liu Lingling. Anyway, it doesn't matter if Yang Yiyun has one more or one less. Why don't you make him happy? Also reflect your magnanimity?

Thinking about this, Zhao Nan with a few sisters turned away.

Yang Yiyun looks at the purple wedding dress in his hand and looks embarrassed. He knows that Zhao Nan has guessed who the purple wedding dress is for, but she is smart and doesn't say it.

On the contrary, because he calculated the time, nine days later, he came out in a hurry and didn't put away the last wedding dress. Only in this way could Zhao Nan have a meaningful look.

With a sigh, he put away the purple wedding dress and said to himself, "forget it, as long as she's happy, whatever." After that, Yang Yiyun went to the front hall to see the guests.

After he left, Wu Moqiu's figure showed up from the corner. Looking at Yang Yiyun's back, he muttered to himself, "I wish you happiness, sir."

When Wu Moqiu talks, her face is lonely, but it also flashes away. She likes her husband, but she also knows that it's impossible. She is a ghost cultivator after all. She doesn't even have a real body. Although she has cultivated Fengdu, she has a real spirit body, but it's not a real body after all. In her heart, maybe one day she will become a ghost immortal, With the body of ghosts and immortals, you can express your feelings with your husband.

Wu Moqiu felt that she was not qualified to be with her husband.

Just at this time, the figures of my sister Wu Mo Xia and Qiao Fu showed up in Wu Mo Qiu's body.

"Qiu'er, if you like your husband, go and tell him. Don't be bored in your heart. Your husband is broad-minded..." before Wu Moxia finished his words, he was interrupted by Wu Moqiu: "sister, stop talking. We are Guixiu, and I don't want to give you any trouble. Let it be."

"Silly sister, what kind of person is your husband? How can he care about this? Besides, my sister can see that your husband is really nice to you. You have been around your husband all these years, just like his shadow. How can you not like him?" Wu Mo Xia has some feelings for her sister. How can she not see that her silly sister likes her husband, but she dare not say it.

"Don't be afraid, qiu'er. I'll go to my husband and tell him that I'm sure he will accept you," he said thoughtfully

"No, no, I'd better solve my own problems. Elder brother Qiao and your sister don't care. In fact, it's not my luck to be always with Mr. Zhang. The housewives around Mr. Zhang, even Mrs. Zhao, haven't been with Mr. Zhang for as long as I have, so let it be." Wu Moqiu said. Finally, her eyes were full of tenderness.

In fact, it's just unrequited love. She also knows that Yang Yiyun cares about her self-cultivation, which is her weakness.

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Not to mention Wu Moqiu's conversation, Yang Yiyun didn't know Wu Moqiu's mind at all. After meeting several women's families in the front hall, it was midnight, and it was about dawn. Yang Yiyun didn't plan to go to bed, so he went directly to Yunmen Dongtian monastery.Looking for the old ghost, I found the cranes and birds from the last time. I'm going to welcome some brides from Yuncun village to Yunmen cave tomorrow, although the birds are welcome.

After learning about the interior and exterior layout of the wedding scene with Chen qibian, Li Dayi and Liu Xiqi, Yang Yiyun is urged by Chen qibian to change the bridegroom's clothes and prepare for the wedding ceremony.

The person who presided over the wedding ceremony, Yang Yiyun, was looking for his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian. Ten days ago, he sent someone to the south to invite him.

Today he is waiting to meet his grandfather.

After changing into Dahong's bridegroom's clothes, Yang Yiyun walked out of the main hall and looked at the busy Yunmen disciples and the ancient martial arts people who had already sat down to wait for the wedding. Yang Yiyun remembered that Lao Fang's achievements in alchemy were about to use pills today. He didn't know if he had finished refining 10000 pills.

Then he said to Wu Moqiu, "qiu'er, how are you going to see the situation of refining pills in Lao Fang's side?"

"Yes, sir. I'll go right away."

After Wu Moqiu left, Qiu Yun came in in a hurry. When he saw Yang Yiyun's red bridegroom's clothes, his eyes flashed a trace of loneliness. But then he flashed away and said, "Sir, the old lady asked me to invite you to meet the guests. He said that the old master of the South had arrived."

Yang Yiyun did not observe the loneliness on Qiu Yun's face. Listening to her, he was surprised and said, "it's my grandfather. OK, I'll meet him."

……

When walking out of the Cloud Gate cave, I found that my grandfather and grandmother had already arrived at the gate and were walking towards the old house.

As soon as Yang Yiyun saw that his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian was following more than 100 good people, it seemed that the Duanmu family had all arrived, and he was still happy: "it's really my family. My grandfather's family has all come."

From a long distance, he cheered and yelled: "grandfather ~" and ran over.

Duanmu Xingtian brick, see Yang Yiyun's face is also full of smile: "good boy, grandfather came late, can't blame grandfather?"

Yang Yiyun used to smile, but when Waigong turned his face, his smile was stiff. Because of the vicissitudes of her grandfather Duanmu Xingtian's face, he felt that he was already an ancient warrior in the virtual world. This was what he expected. At the beginning, he gave his grandfather's family a lot of cultivation techniques and pills. Six or seven years later, he was able to cultivate the virtual world, It's not surprising at all.

But when his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian turned his head, Yang Yiyun saw that his grandfather was dozens of years old, and his face looked like an octogenarian.

And one of grandfather's left arms is also wearing a robe empty, obviously he lost one of his left arms.

Go to grandfather side, Yang Yiyun reluctantly smile: "grandfather can come, I'm too happy, how can blame?" After that, he looked at Duanmu Xingtian and asked, "where's my grandfather and uncle?"

This sentence asked, but found Duanmu Xingtian face a puff, eyes flashed a trace of pain, forced to smile: "today, your wedding day, wait until you get married again, your uncle."

At this time, grandma also said: "son of a bitch, let the master in law go in for tea, stand at the door like what words, if there is anything to come in and sit down and say."

Yang Yiyun gently touches grandfather's empty sleeve. He nods his head in pain. Let grandfather in first, and let Li Dayi arrange the Duanmu family's disciples to have a rest. The Duanmu family must have a big event.

Forbearance into the hall after seated, grandma saw Yang Yiyun something to say with Duanmu Xingtian, then excuse to see a few brothers and girls leave.

After his grandmother left, Yang Yiyun could no longer help asking, "what happened to my grandfather? Why don't you have your left arm? What happened to my uncle? "

There were three questions in a row, each of which made Duanmu Xingtian face straight and his eyes full of pain.