My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 149 - 134 The White Robe

Chapter 149: Chapter 134: The White Robe

Chapter 149: Chapter 134: The White Robe

Zhao Rong stopped leaning forward.

“What’s wrong, Miss Lu Wan?”

“Young Master Zhao, there are too many carriages ahead, and… there are many immortals from the mountains, oh, that’s right, today is the Daoist ceremony at You Mountain, let’s stop for a while.”

Zhao Rong furrowed his brow and lifted the curtain.

The carriage was travelling at the base of You Mountain, to the east of the city, on a nearby large street.

When Zhao Rong opened the window, it faced directly towards You Mountain.

At this time, it was the month of late autumn, still retaining the heat from the recent midsummer.

The curtain was blown by the strong wind, which was the sea breeze from the nearby North Sea.

He looked out through the small window.

The pale yellow sunlight of noon penetrated the vast sea of clouds, spreading over You Mountain, adorned with flowery clothes.

The mountain was a sea of vermillion red.

Under the great sun, the colors still shone brightly.

This was the most eye-catching place in Du You City today.

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Zhao Rong couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

Around You Mountain, there were immortal birds and beasts circling.

All of them had large red ribbons tied to their feet, floating in the air.

At the top of the mountain, hundreds of Zhang high, there was a faintly visible high platform.

It too was covered in red.

From Zhao Rong’s perspective, it looked extremely festive.

The road where Lu Wan’s carriage had stopped was not far from an entrance to the mountain.

That entrance was guarded by a group of uniformly dressed Immortal Disciples, and it was adorned with great solemnity.

Ahead, they had cleared a large open space to allow distinguished guests to pass through.

This, in turn, caused the street to become crowded as carriages passing by were forced to stop, yet no one dared to rush through that open space.

Zhao Rong took one look and indeed saw many cultivators dressed in peculiar and distinguished attire ascending the mountain from the entrance.

There were groups of young women in colorful ribbons and feathers, chatting and laughing as they climbed the mountain.

There were also elegant and extraordinary groups of two or three young men in brocade robes, pointing with their folding fans at the top of You Mountain and making remarks as they ascended.

Zhao Rong even saw a delicate little girl in a pink dress sitting on the shoulder of a giant tens of feet tall, swinging her legs, yawning as she entered the mountain, leaving behind a large group of maids and servants waiting at the foot of the mountain.

They did not bring their slaves and guards up the mountain but left them at the foot, which was one of the reasons for the congestion below.

And they all held golden invitations as they walked up the mountain.

This Zhao Rong knew, as he had heard it from Lu Wan.

Although cultivators on the mountain could fly with magical treasures or spells, according to the rules set by Youlan Prefecture, unless under some special circumstances, cultivators are forbidden from flying at will within Du You City…

Zhao Rong watched for a while, then let the curtain fall.

So this was the Daoist ceremony of two Golden Core cultivators?

It certainly had presence, incomparable to the wedding of a rich family down the mountain.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but recall his own wedding with Qing Jun.

Hmm, he had drunk too much that day, and didn’t have many memories of it.

Compared to this, it seemed quite ordinary.

But what remained fresh in his memory, even unforgettable in this lifetime, was the night in the bridal chamber when, after awakening memories of his past life, he used the Jade Ruyi to lift the red cover off Qing Jun’s head.

The beauty under the red candlelights was indescribable.

The palpitations he felt at that moment could not be expressed.

Yet they still linger in his heart and often visit him in dreams.

The beauty of that moment had been peerless in this mortal world.

As the groom, Zhao Rong had been very satisfied.

But now, on reflection, he also felt ashamed.

Because he was a man, yet he hadn’t given Qing Jun an unforgettable wedding… Well, that is, if suffering doesn’t count as unforgettable.

After all, Qing Jun was very sad that night because the black Jade Token, which she had kept with her at all times and tightly clutched in her palm for three years, slipped from her fingertips and left her.

Another thing that made him feel ashamed was Su Xiaoxiao.

Zhao Rong felt that, although Su Xiaoxiao had never mentioned it, he still bore the responsibility of giving her an unforgettable wedding on his own shoulders.

Many women harbor romantic fantasies about the ceremony of their future.

Yesterday, when Lu Wan mentioned that today on You Mountain amidst the crimson forest, a Daoist ceremony for couples would be held.

Zhao Rong actually caught a fleeting glint in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes.

Not to mention that silly girl’s profile as she stared blankly towards the distant You Mountain.

Last night, when he made up an excuse to tell her that he was going to the Academy to study hard for her, she must have been very sad, but she must have also been happy deep down, that silly girl…

In the carriage, Zhao Rong was lost for words.

If he said that his initial determination to pursue cultivation had been for his own interests and desires,

then now, the sense of responsibility he felt towards these two women was another powerful force, giving rise to some thoughts and preparing him for some changes.

It’s alright, Zhao Ziyu, there’s still time.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

“Master Zhao, considering the situation, we might have to wait quite a while. Anyway, with nothing else to do, I see some immortals who haven’t gone up the mountain are using the spell of Mirror Flowers Water Moon to observe the scene on the mountain. If you’re interested, you could get out and take a look,”

said Lu Wan’s voice from outside, interrupting Zhao Rong’s thoughts.

He came back to his senses, sighed softly, and replied casually:

“Never mind, I don’t feel like joining the crowd.”

If Xiaoxiao were here, she would probably be very eager to see it, and he would go with her. Now that Xiaoxiao wasn’t here, he didn’t have any interest in watching someone else’s wedding.

“Alright, Master Zhao, then… shall I go take a look? You wait for me in the carriage, alright?”

Zhao Rong chuckled, “It’s fine, go ahead, I’ll wait for you to come back.”

“Okay!”

After speaking, Lu Wan swiftly hopped off the carriage and, soon after, her footsteps faded away.

Zhao Rong sat inside the carriage, somewhat bored.

He had no desire to join in the noise outside the carriage; he took out the Sumeru Object instead.

First, he took out a letter that had been sitting in his book box for a long time.

This was entrusted to him by Teacher Fang to deliver to Linlu Academy.

It was said to be from the State Preceptor of Great Chu, written to his junior brother at Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong checked the letter, finding it undamaged and the sealing wax intact. He carefully put it away again, as it would be delivered today.

Zhao Rong then tidied up the gifts in the Sumeru Object.

Lastly, he took out an ancient book with yellowed pages to read.

At this moment.

The light inside the carriage was somewhat dim.

With one hand holding the opened book and the other reaching for the curtain, Zhao Rong focused on the pages without turning his head and pulled the curtain aside a little.

The carriage instantly became brighter.

As soon as Zhao Rong retracted his hand.

The carriage suddenly darkened again.

Zhao Rong’s brows furrowed slightly.

He turned to look.

It was because a group of people passing by the window had blocked the light.

The clothing of these people looked extraordinary; they were talking about something, snippets of their conversation drifting into the carriage.

Zhao Rong casually glanced out the window, ready to withdraw his gaze and continue reading his book.

But then.

Just as he was turning his head back.

Zhao Rong caught a glimpse of a flash of white and red out of the corner of his eye.

He abruptly turned to look out the window,

but those fleeting figures had already passed by the carriage.

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

That white attire seemed… somewhat familiar…

However.

Before he could think further.

The next second.

A fragment of conversation was carried over by the cool North Sea breeze.

“Lingfei, you mustn’t be hasty…”