"Brother Bu Tiantang, I wish you well.

Here are your most beloved sister Hongli and brother Heiyang. Ha, did you miss us?

Hehe, we don’t miss you anyway (cross out), but we also miss you very much.

How have you been lately? Living and practicing in the sect, are you happy getting along with others?

How about the elders? How about the senior brothers and sisters?

Have you made new friends? Have you had trouble with your friends? Have you listened carefully to the elders%#"

There was a sudden interruption, several crooked position symbols appeared on the paper, and then the handwriting changed.

"Ahem, Brother Butian, please don't pay attention to that mentally retarded child Hongli. She has been having intermittent convulsions recently and she has been trying to get me to call her mom these past few days.

In the past few days, she has been using this kind of motherly tone that really disgusts me. I guess she hasn’t had any drama yet... Anyway, it’s not important!

Well, I'll make a long story short. I'm a little tired writing in this position, and there's red glass crawling on my back, so I'm too lazy to make a long story.

Well, our wedding date has been set, May 15th, and we won’t change it!

Well, it’s just that for the best man’s position, Brother Butian, can you come? Well, I’m just asking, if not, it’s okay.

If you really can't come, just say it!

Well, if that doesn’t work, there’s still Xiaolong, ahem...

Well, I wish my brother good health and all the best, and I look forward to your reply."

"Ah ah! Did you see it?"

Hong Butian held the paper in his hand and shook it with an unhappy expression.

"My sister is getting married. As a brother, I must go back then! I must go back!"

"Ah, yes, yes, what you said makes sense. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious. What's the use of telling me this?"

Zhao Zhuji, who was wearing a white training uniform, sat cross-legged next to him, with his eyes closed as the old god said: "First of all, you have already applied to leave the sect. Hasn't the application order been reported to you?

Once the elders above review it, won’t you be able to go home?”

"Ha, an audit is an audit, why don't you tell me how long it will take for them to audit!"

Hong Butian couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, isn't it just three or four months?

It’s only five months at most. It’ll pass with patience.

It happens in the blink of an eye, but it takes no time to practice!

The elder has been in retreat for several years. He has done his best to take the time to review it for you."

"Ha, three or four months? Five months?"

A tic-tac-toe popped up on Hong Buyian's head, and he couldn't help but roar loudly: "Three or four months later, how many months has it been? I've already missed someone else's wedding!

At that time, what's the use of me going back? Let someone get married again? I'll make up for it by being the best man?"

"It's not impossible..."

"Haha."

"Hey, it's useless for you to smile so sinisterly."

Zhao Zhuji snorted: "Rules are rules!

If that doesn't work, just explain it to your younger brothers and sisters and ask them to delay getting married for a few months. Can't you just wait?

When can’t we get married? What day can’t we get married? Why are you in such a hurry?”

"Don't worry, sister!"

Hong Butian was startled, and said with a gray face: "Such an outrageous request, you will die without even trying... I can already imagine what will happen!"

"Ah?"

Zhao Zhuji opened her eyes and turned to look at Hong Butian doubtfully: "What will happen? Will they be unhappy?

I think it’s pretty much the same. Isn’t this just an ordinary adaptation?

Well, it’s like, hey, you already knew some time ago, when I first started, I turned the hammer into a long sword and started practicing swordsmanship directly. How much trouble I saved!

Look at me now, not only have I not left behind my original big skills, but I have also learned an additional skill, which has enriched my life experience and broadened my horizons.

Take a step back, the sea and the sky are brighter, develop steadily and for the better, let’s go hand in hand!”

"Ha, otherwise, if I ask them to take a step back, they can withdraw ten miles away without hesitation.

If I ask them to step back, they can bury me ten miles underground."

A row of black lines flashed across Hong Butian's head. As he imagined that scene, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Ah, Brother Butian, what's going on?"

Hong Li clenched her fists and forced him into a corner with a gloomy expression. She suddenly took out a bloody dagger and said resentfully: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? How much suffering I have suffered?

Do you know how determined I was to get to this step? How much perseverance did it take?"

"Xiao, Xiaoli, calm down!"

"Ha, calm down, how do you want me to calm down?"

Hong Li gritted her teeth with a murderous look on her face and said: "If you want my happiness to come a little later, then I will let you die a little earlier, so that's even!"

"This, what kind of even deal is this..."

"Xiaoli, stop talking nonsense to him."

Black Yang walked out of the shadows expressionlessly and said faintly: "It's time to send him on his way!"

"No, I want to kill him one by one. I can't give him such a happy death."

Hongli sneered again and again: "Just like he made me suffer and torture day after day."

"Wait, wait! No! Ah!!!"

Hong Butian broke out in sweat and breathed heavily. He was almost frightened by his imaginary picture and had a heart attack.

"No, absolutely not!"

Hong Butian said firmly.

"Ah? Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

Zhao Zhuji looked puzzled: "People always have to try it. If you had been practicing with a hammer until you died like me, you might not have discovered that swordsmanship also has such great charm."

"Haha, maybe you used to be a sledgehammer until you died, but this year, you may be the first one on stage."

Hong Butian smiled but said: "Oh my, what a pity, narrowly beating out a senior sister.

Is it exactly what the old man said? That kind of martial arts competition can't reflect anything at all, it has no gold content at all!

It's such a child's play for me, a newbie, to be lucky enough to get second place!"

"Hongbutian you..."

Zhao Zhuji gritted her teeth and broke through her defense in an instant, her face turned red from holding in. Her good education since childhood did not allow her to say any curse words.

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Now the threatening method of placing the sword on the opponent's neck is useless against this guy Hong Butian.

The youthful spirit he had at the beginning is gone, replaced by an old youtiao! (Sad)

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhuji glared at Hong Butian fiercely, snorted coldly, turned away, closed her eyes and crossed her legs to continue practicing.

"Then please go back and don't disturb my defeated general who is practicing here."

"Really, what does it mean for you, a grown man, to run to my house all day long?

If you see something I shouldn’t see, wouldn’t I suffer a big loss?”

Zhao Zhuji frowned and said: "Why haven't the senior sisters and sisters who maintain law and order arrested you and taken you to the commandment hall to copy the rules?"

"Ha, if you don't want me to come in, can't you just close the door and open the formation?"

Hong Butian raised his eyebrows: "Then I came here and you opened the door and closed the formation. I even knocked on the door and asked you if you could come in. You agreed."

"Nonsense, we are somewhat friends after all. Can I not let you in?"

Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but said: "Obviously you found the opportunity to sneak in when I forgot to close the door and open the formation!

They even pretended to be polite and asked me if they could come in, which made me unable to get off the stage!"

"Oh, you just forget to close the door every time I come here, right?

Just kidding, your door is always open and unlocked, but it opens whenever I touch it. What does that mean?"

Hong Butian rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "It means you have a poor memory in the first place, and you blame me for this. It's really...

Ha! You will bully an honest person like me!"
To be continued...