Chapter 495: Chongxi bride conquers sword spirit husband 5
Probably because she was afraid of pushing Shu Ange into a hurry, she died and broke the net.
In the past few days, it is rare for the Song family to not discuss her, and she can eat three meals a day with the people who do the white things together with a porcelain bowl.
When doing white affairs in the countryside, all he eats are vermicelli, meat and vegetable soup and steamed buns. Shu Ange took advantage of the spirit to guard the spirit, and after eating, his body was finally no longer as soft and weak as before.
After eating and drinking enough, Shu Ange's cultivation speed has also been much faster. It has only been two or three days, and he has successfully entered the third level of the Qi training period.
Of course, what she is looking forward to most now is to enter the foundation-building stage as soon as possible, so that she can leave Longhe Village smoothly.
But each world has its own rules of heaven. If the upper limit of the monks in this world is the Jindan stage, I am afraid it will be difficult to break through the foundation-building stage.
But these are all things in the future. The biggest problem facing Shu Ange is how to avoid Mrs. Song's torture after Song Yue is buried.
Three days after the death, the day of the funeral came, and the Song family was busy with work early in the morning, and people were everywhere.
Shu Ange absorbed the moon essence and aura of the night, her complexion was ruddy, and the bruises and scars had faded a lot. Wearing plain white filial piety clothes, she stood coldly on the mourning hall.
The funeral process is extremely cumbersome. According to common sense, Shu Ange, a daughter-in-law, needs to cooperate with many etiquettes.
But on such a big day, the Song family was afraid that she would cause trouble, so the two old ladies looked at her from left to right, and she just had to follow the spirit-delivery team.
Shu Ange put on coarse linen clothes, stepped on sandals for grinding his feet, and held a filial piety stick made of willow and covered with white strips in his hand, and was surrounded by people and walked forward.
The funeral in the countryside is very lively. The person at the front holds the soul-inducing bamboo and throws the guide paper. The people behind are holding flags and portraits. At the back are the sounders and relatives and friends of the funeral.
Shu Ange lowered his eyes, tried his best to ignore the surrounding noise, and slowly introduced the spiritual energy that was floating in the heaven and earth into his body.
After the light green aura entered the body, Shu Ange kept compressing it, and finally sent it into Dantian, Lingfu, and the sea of consciousness.
The team moved slowly, Shu Ange was distracted, and accidentally opened the spiritual aperture.
She was elated, and a smile appeared on her lips. Fortunately, everyone bowed their heads and was covered by Xiaobu, so no one saw this scene.
Shu Ange suppressed his excitement and raised his eyes slightly to look around.
In the clear sky, Song Yue's ghost was standing beside her, giggling at her, his face dark blue and terrifying.
Shu Ange pretended not to see Song Yue, and moved her eyes to another place. This time, the harvest was even greater. Her pupils instantly enlarged, and she almost beckoned the man to look over.
Not far from the funeral team, stood a handsome man, wearing a blue robe with large sleeves and a turquoise hair crown.
He stood beside the road with a jade tree facing the wind, his bright eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his robe fluttered in the wind.
Shu Ange's heart was pounding, not because of the romantic charm of this life, but because he was clearly the mysterious man in the plot prompt.
He stands majestically between heaven and earth, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him, and he can ride the wind away at any time.
Shu Ange could pretend not to see Song Yue, but it was difficult to control her gaze towards the man in Tsing Yi.
Seemingly aware of Shu Ange's gaze, the man in Tsing Yi walked towards her lightly. He stepped on white buckskin boots and tied a gold-encrusted jade belt around his waist.
"The target of this mission has appeared, and the initial favorability is 50."
Shu Ange's eyes widened. After entering the mission for so long, it was the first time she met someone with such a high favorability.
His eyebrows were picturesque and his eyes were as clear as water. He stared at Shu Ange and said slowly, "You can see me."
Obviously, he used a declarative tone for the question.
Seeing the man in Tsing Yi talking to Shu Ange, Song Yue rushed up viciously and shouted, "You vixen, don't seduce my mistress!"
"..."
Shu Ange called Shu Ange, goosebumps fell to the ground.
Song Yue looked ugly after his death, and it was even more terrifying when he made a hideous appearance.
Seeing Song Yue rushing towards the man in Tsing Yi with his teeth and claws, Shu Ange couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The man in Tsing Yi stood still, and before Song Yue touched the corner of his clothes, he was hurt by the cyan sword energy that popped out of him.
"retreat."
He said a word, Song Yue howled, turned into a black smoke, and flew into the coffin.
The lingering yin energy that had been condensed around before finally disappeared a lot, and Shu Ange smiled quietly and blinked at the man in blue.
The first time he met a target of 50 favorability, Shu Ange immediately felt that the suffering of these few days was worth it.
She really wanted to talk to the man in Tsing Yi, ask him where he came from, and find out why he helped the original owner.
But on the way to the funeral, there were two wives looking at him, Shu Ange could only lip-synch at the man in Tsing Yi.
"There are many people, we will talk about it later."
The man in Tsing Yi understood her lips, nodded slightly, then retreated into the distance, and followed the team with a blank expression.
Shu Ange's head was full of question marks. The man in Tsing Yi seemed to be very fond of her. Besides, why did he follow the funeral procession?
For some reason, although the man in Tsing Yi didn't look at Shu Ange anymore, she still had a sentimental guess in her heart, suspecting that he followed her all the way for her sake.
The ancestral tomb of the Song family is not far from Longhe Village, and the young men put down the coffins sweating profusely.
Women are not allowed to participate in the burial ceremony in the cemetery. After the coffin is loosened, the woman will leave early.
Shu An Ge Le's leisure, followed the woman who went back with him.
On the way back, not many were really sad, except for Shu Ange, the others were talking and laughing.
Especially the few women who were hired to cry by the Song family spoke as fast as a machine gun, and when they giggled, they looked like old hens who had just laid eggs.
The young man was still following, Shu Ange pursed his lips and snickered, his eyes lingering on him from time to time.
Others only regarded her as a city person, fresh in the mountain scenery, and no one cared what she was looking at.
When he visited the church earlier, Shu Ange heard the master of ceremonies sing the best time for Xiaoyangchun, and thought it was November in the lunar calendar.
But after lifting the hijab and living in Longhe Village for a few days, Shu Ange judged that it should be the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the eighth and ninth month of the Gregorian calendar.
I thought that the emcee had no culture, so I randomly picked some auspicious words and used them to officiate the wedding.
The altitude in the mountain is high, and the temperature difference between day and night is large, which is much cooler than the weather under the mountain.
Shu Ange was wearing straw sandals in a sackcloth and filial piety, and went out early in the morning. If it weren't for the support of his spiritual energy, he would have frozen to the point where his blood would freeze.
The man in Tsing Yi wears thin clothes, and he walks gracefully. He is bathed in the sun like a heavenly man, and his ivory-white face is flawless.