The fact is exactly as Jiang Zhige expected, witnessing this scene, not only the hundreds of strong people in the hall, but also the many people in the sky who are on the light screen are shocked by it.

Forget it when she was a child. At this time, Nangong Rou has reached the age of Xingmei, and she still looks like a little girl?

Especially the scene where Nangong Rou kisses Jiang Zhige forcefully is really stunned.

In the Zhengyang Hall, hundreds of strong people were silent, and no one spoke out to discuss Nangong Rou's past, for fear that Nangong Rou would be angry because of it.

"Fairy Wood"

To be honest, in the picture, Nangong Rou looks overjoyed holding Jiang Zhige, like a female dagger chasing after a male god.

However, she is such a girl, Fairy Nangong, one of the top ten beauties in the heaven.

Qu Yun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

At this time, he was like a volcano about to erupt, with spiritual power overflowing from all over his body, almost unable to suppress the restless spiritual power.

"Jiang Zhige! I swear to kill you!"

Qu Yun did not accuse Nangong Rou, but put all his anger on Jiang Zhige.

Now as long as he is given a legitimate reason, no matter how nondescript, he will take the opportunity to kill Jiang Zhige violently and prevent the memory screen from continuing to be displayed.

Unfortunately, the memory has been played for a day and a half, and Qu Yun still can't find much fault with Jiang Zhige's life.

............

In the light and shadow screen, a month passed.

During this period of time, Jiang Zhige was still a little uncomfortable at first, but after a long time, he was used to staying by Nangong Rou's side as a Taoist companion.

Enjoying the scenery together, wandering the market together, kissing and holding hands occasionally, the so-called intimacy is nothing like this.

The most important thing is that the two elders have never disturbed their love, as if they had acquiesced in the relationship between Nangong Rou and Jiang Zhige.

Everything went so smoothly, Jiang Zhige often wondered if what happened to him was just a dream.

Until one day, Jiang Zhige saw the western skyline, and a group of teams wearing blood-colored armor came towards Zixiao Tiancheng.

The momentum of the team was huge, like a dark cloud, making him feel breathless.

After a while, the team went straight to the sky above the stone platform of the direct line of the Nangong Palace. Among them, two cultivators in blood came out of the sky, and by chance they landed next to Jiang Zhige.

Walking in front was a sturdy, white-browed old man with a sullen look between his brows.

Following behind was a thin young man with cinnabar on his lips and dressed like a woman.

Both of them exuded a strange aura, which caused goosebumps.

The white-browed old man walked like a tiger, ignoring Jiang Zhige directly.

The thin young man looked at Jiang Zhige, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

Perhaps it was a newcomer, and he didn't really start, bypassing Jiang Zhige and following the white-browed old man.

Jiang Zhige's heart sank slightly. He and the thin young man were only meeting for the first time. How could he make the thin young man know how to kill?

This group of blood-clothed monks is obviously not good, and they don't know why they came to Zixiao Tiancheng.

"Let's improve your cultivation as soon as possible..."

Jiang Zhige sighed softly, the white-browed old man was as energetic as Nangong Zhen, and his cultivation base was at least in the Vientiane Realm.

When Jiang Zhige left, the thin young man no longer concealed his killing intent, and said coldly, "Uncle Yuan, can I kill that guy?"

"What's the reason?"

The white-browed old man's expression remained unchanged, as if he had long been accustomed to this.

"That face doesn't deserve to be on him."

The thin young man licked his bright red lips, and the killing intent all over his body was almost condensed into substance.

"I'll see Nangong Zhen later and ask him about his identity. If it's not an important person, it's up to you."

The white-browed old man felt helpless, jealous of the appearance of others, he would kill him, and the thin young man was even more murderous than him.

"Uncle Yuan, the mere Nangong family, is it worth your caution?"

"After all, Nangong Town has the Vientiane Realm cultivation base, and there are several strong people in the clan. This time, I came here to take only the people you want as much as possible, and don't make too much noise."

The white-browed old man is not afraid, but there is no need to turn against the Nangong family for this.

......

In the evening, Jiang Zhige was sitting cross-legged in the room practicing when Nangong Rou suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Rouer, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly, and he could clearly sense that Nangong Rou's emotions were not right.

Thinking of the group of blood-clothed monks during the day, Jiang Zhige suddenly had a bad feeling.

Nangong Rou shook her head when she heard the words, and said with a strong smile: "It's nothing, Brother Zhige, can you accompany me to Yunding Mountain?"

"It's... all right."

Jiang Zhige was quite helpless. Recently, he has been by Nangong Rou's side every day, leaving him almost no time to practice properly.

Although he couldn't focus on cultivation as before, Jiang Zhige would never reject Nangong Rou, otherwise why would he work hard to cultivate?

Yunding Mountain is the first peak of Zixiao Tiancheng, literally the peak of Yunding. Standing on the top of the peak, what you see is not the mundane dust, but the clouds and rising sun, like a fairyland.

Soon after, the two walked hand in hand to the top of Yunding Mountain. The smoke and clouds were over the knees, but they were able to touch the ground with both feet, overlooking the sky and the sunset.

Nangong Rou was speechless while admiring the unparalleled beauty.

Jiang Zhige didn't bother, silently watching Nangong Rou's beautiful profile.

To him, the sunset was gorgeous, but it was not one-tenth of that of Nangong Rou.

The two were silent for a long time, and Nangong Rou suddenly sighed in disappointment, and asked leisurely, "Brother Zhi Ge, if one day I marry someone else, what will you do?"

Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard the words, he didn't seem to have seriously thought about this issue.

The time he spent with Nangong Rou was very happy and fulfilling, but the world was changing, could he guarantee that he would marry Nangong Rou as his wife?

Leaving aside other factors, Nangong Town is a big problem.

Jiang Zhige felt bitter for a while, and said helplessly, "Rou'er, why are you asking this?"

He also wants to maintain his life as it is, but he is only a Taoist, and things are not what he wants.

There were tears in Nangong's soft eyes, and she said in a trembling voice, "Answer me..."

The happier she felt, the more she was afraid that Jiang Zhige would leave her, even if it was ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years later.

"The fate of fate, from time to time, from time to time, deep and sometimes shallow, one part of fate is in you, one part in me, three in the sky, and five in the sky, but I can't see it or touch it."

"As far as I'm concerned, the word fate is my luck if I get it, and my life if I lose it."

"Even if we never separate, maybe you will find a better choice than me, and I was just a fluke. I stayed by your side for a few more years when you needed to rely on it the most. Thanks to you calling me more brother, II was already apprehensive.”

Jiang Zhige turned his head to look at the gorgeous sunset, not too daring to look into Nangong Rou's eyes.