"I understand." Mu Feng took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

He has now advanced to the demigod, and the rest is waiting for Emperor Changsheng and Wu Zun to improve their cultivation.

Walking down the hillside, the guard squad who had been stationed in Dongjia Village hurriedly came up.

This is Hao Qiushui's guard squad, who has been staying in Dongjia Village.

"Mr. Mu." The guard squad leader quickly ran to Mu Feng and asked, "What are your instructions?"

"Send me home." Mu Feng replied.

"yes!"

When he got home, Jiang Xiaoyu was drying a quilt. When he saw Mu Feng walking into the door, Jiang Xiaoyu shouted with surprise: "Brother Feng, your cultivation is over?"

"Well, sorry, I suddenly realized something. I delayed in Dongjia Village for more than a year." Mu Feng smiled and helped Jiang Xiaoyu dry the quilt.

Both of them are already a hundred years old and even need to support each other when walking.

After drying the quilt, Mu Feng and Jiang Xiaoyu lay on the lounge chair in the yard, leisurely setting off the sun.

After practicing for thousands of years, Mu Feng has not been so relaxed. This time he came back, he gained too much.

A hundred years have made up for all his regrets for millions of years.

Just as his master Wuji said, where to come from and where to go, you will realize without moving your feet.

He has been practicing for tens of millions of years, but it is not as good as this century.

How simple is it to be the god?

Some people still don’t get started after spending billions of years.

Some people can break the sky and become the gods without moving their feet.

The root of everything is enlightenment.

Time passes by little by little, and every year, Mu Feng's heart will be heavier for a year.

However, Jiang Xiaoyu didn't look like she was approaching, and her face was filled with sweetness.

The hour hand of time finally reached the centenary.

This year is Jiang Xiaoyu's deadline.

Mu Feng didn't know which day was Jiang Xiaoyu's birthday. In this year, he had never left the yard and was with Jiang Xiaoyu all day long.

Autumn in Haizhou Province is very short, and the bleak autumn wind quickly turns into a bitter cold wind.

In the blink of an eye, the winter solstice has arrived.

Early in the morning, tiny snowflakes had already fallen from the sky.

The winter solstice is a relatively grand day in Haizhou Province, but these festivals are no longer important to Mu Feng and Jiang Xiaoyu.

After breakfast, Jiang Xiaoyu smiled like a child and said, "I remember when I was a child, I put on new clothes every year on the winter solstice and worshiped my ancestors."

"Time flies so fast." Jiang Xiaoyu snuggled on Mu Feng's shoulder and said softly: "Sometimes people are really greedy, and I really want to pause time."

Mu Feng hugged Jiang Xiaoyu tightly. He had already felt that Jiang Xiaoyu's breath was rapidly weakening.

Throughout history, the winter solstice has been the biggest hurdle in the year, even the life hurdle.

The six cathodes are at its peak, which is called the winter solstice.

Mu Feng felt that Jiang Xiaoyu's birthday was probably today.

As if he noticed Mu Feng's emotional fluctuations, Jiang Xiaoyu whispered: "Brother Feng, you seem to owe me something."

Jiang Xiaoyu held Mu Feng's hand, and she looked at Mu Feng with her turbid eyes, trying hard to see Mu Feng's appearance clearly.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, Mu Feng suddenly understood the meaning of Jiang Xiaoyu's words.

He owes Jiang Xiaoyu a form!

Everyone in the world knows that Jiang Xiaoyu is Mu Feng's wife, but they have never held a wedding or made a move together.

Jiang Xiaoyu once said that she hopes for a simple but elegant traditional Chinese wedding, with a phoenix crown and a robe, and worshiping the world three times.

But at that time, it was the critical moment for the two to practice, and coupled with a series of changes in China, this form and the procession were left unresolved.

"I'll ask someone to prepare for the wedding now. I want to give you the most grand wedding!" Mu Feng stood up, picked up his cell phone in a habit, and wanted to dial a number.

But when he looked at Fei Haiping marked on the number, Mu Feng's expression was stunned.

He was already used to giving Fei Haiping everything.

Now Fei Haiping has left. Although he has many disciples, he doesn't know who to give him for a moment.

Seeing Mu Feng's expression slightly dazed, Jiang Xiaoyu smiled sweetly, her cheeks had become very pale. She grabbed Mu Feng's hand and shook her head weakly and said, "Brother Feng, even if I send you a phoenix crown and a red veil, I can't wear it anymore."

"I might be leaving."

Jiang Xiaoyu tried hard to show her sadness. She sat up, as if she was looking back, saying word by word: "Mr. Mufeng, are you willing to marry me as a wife, regardless of poverty, wealth, health and illness, love and depend on each other, and never leave each other until birth and old age?"

"I do."

Mu Feng's voice became extremely low.

He looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and asked, "Ms. Jiang Xiaoyu, are you willing to marry me, whether you are poor or rich, sick or healthy, and will never leave me until death?"

"I..." Jiang Xiaoyu had already slowly fallen down before she answered.

"Xiaoyu!" Mu Feng hugged Jiang Xiaoyu, whose breath had been cut off, and couldn't help crying.

A hundred years of staying together and a hundred years of companionship finally came to an end.

Mu Feng held Jiang Xiaoyu's body and walked step by step to the top of Kunshan Mountain, putting Jiang Xiaoyu's body into a long-built cemetery.

"Xiaoyu, in the next life, I will make up for you the greatest wedding! Let the world come to worship you and me." Mu Feng stood in front of Jiang Xiaoyu's grave and whispered.

One year, two years, three years...

Mu Feng sat on the top of Kunshan Mountain like this, treating Jiang Xiaoyu as the tombkeeper.

"boom!"

Ten years passed in a flash, and on the sea surface of the East China Sea, two terrible pressures rose from the bottom of the sea, revealing the figures of two men.

A man had silver hair and a pretty face. The space around his body was faintly distorted.

A man has a pair of cold and starry eyes, strong and full of explosive power.

They are the Emperor Changsheng who has just left the seclusion and Wu Zun, who has possessed a demigod body.

As soon as the two appeared, they rushed towards Kunshan.

Soon, the two of them had already arrived in Kunshan.

Looking at Mu Feng sitting in front of the grave like an old monk entering into meditation, Emperor Changsheng shouted loudly: "Mu Feng, it's time to set off."

With Emperor Changsheng's words, a force of law rose on Mu Feng's body. Gradually, his appearance gradually returned from a centenarian to his original appearance.

His mortal aura has disappeared without a trace, and replaced by trembling pressure.

In the past century, he looked at everything around him with a mortal heart and truly experienced a state of mind that he would not have experienced for tens of millions of years.

Looking back on a hundred years, Mu Feng feels like millions of years have passed.

Mu Feng raised his head and glanced at Emperor Changsheng.

Facing Mu Feng's gaze, Emperor Changsheng's heart trembled. He and Wu Zun quickly fell down the clouds and looked at Mu Feng with shocking eyes.
Chapter completed!