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In the martial arts world, news travels faster than the Fu Ton. When the news of the engagement between Zen Chuan and Xuanchi swept through every corner of the martial arts world like a spring breeze, many people were moved. Their love story, like a long song, spread throughout the misty and rainy Jiangnan town and echoed on the snowy peaks of the northern mountains.
As the morning light shone, the square of Nangong was already bustling with a festive atmosphere. Red silk fluttered, flower petals covered the ground, and the entire square was decorated with both grandeur and elegance. On such a day, even the experts of the Heavenly Sword Palace and the elites of the demonic sects dressed in their finest attire, each wearing a sincere smile. Their eyes frequently turned to the stage, anticipating the upcoming ceremony.
Xuanchi Dressed in a red groom's attire, the golden embroidery and dragon- Huo Feng pattern on his clothing shimmered in the sunlight, giving him a majestic yet splendid appearance. Standing on the stage, his gaze remained calm, but occasional glances revealed a hint of anticipation for the upcoming ceremony.
Meanwhile, Zen Chuan slowly ascended the stage under the gaze of the crowd. Her red bridal gown flowed like flames in the sunlight, with pearls and gems embroidered into patterns swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a captivating luster. Her steps were firm and elegant, each one displaying her composure and determination as the leader of the Magic Sect.
In the center of the square in Nangong, a red carpet is laid out, with lanterns hanging high on both sides, casting a festive red light. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi slowly step forward, each step seeming to tread on the blessings of the crowd.
Xuanchi is dressed in a red groom's suit, with golden embroidery shimmering in the light, and the dragon and Huo Feng pattern vividly displaying his extraordinary temperament. Zen Chuan, on the other hand, is dressed in fiery red, with pearls and gemstones shining brightly on the soft fabric. Her steps are elegant and firm, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
They arrived at the center of the ceremony, first bowing deeply towards the suspended heavens and earth, expressing reverence and humility towards nature. Then they turned to face the hall, bowing once again, showing respect for the elders of both families and the continuation of tradition.
Finally, they gazed into each other's eyes with deep affection, bowing to each other as a promise of mutual support and enduring together through thick and thin.
As the three bows and nine kowtows came to an end, the entire venue erupted with thunderous applause, and the sound of blessings filled the entire square. All eyes followed the newlyweds as they were surrounded by joy and a continuous stream of well-wishes.
Inside the bridal chamber, the ritual of exchanging cups of wine was already prepared. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi held cups connected by a red string, exchanged them, and took a sip. This ritual of drinking from the same cup not only symbolized the union of their hearts but also represented that from now on, they would share all of life's responsibilities together.
Xuanchi Looking at Zen Chuan, he lightly said, "From today on, we are companions bound by life and death."
Zen Chuan smiled and replied, "Whether it's calm or stormy, I will stand by your side."
This simple yet heartfelt conversation expressed their determination for their future life. On such a night, in such a ceremony, their souls were bound even closer together, ready to embrace all possibilities.
In the bridal chamber, Zen Chuan gently removed the heavy Huo Feng crown from her head, while Xuanchi carefully untied the intricate ribbons of her wedding gown. Zen Chuan had a faint blush on her face, while Xuanchi's eyes were filled with tenderness and love.
" Zen Chuan, from now on, I will use my sword to protect you." Xuanchi said affectionately.
Zen Chuan smiled slightly, with a brilliant light shining in her eyes: " Xuanchi, with you by my side, I fear no storm."
In the bridal chamber, the candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow that adorned the room with both elegance and tranquility. Zen Chuan gently removed the red dress and put on a softer and more comfortable crimson robe, while Xuanchi took off the outer garment, wearing only a simple white robe, appearing even more composed.
Zen Chuan sat in front of the dressing table, lightly brushing her ink-black waterfall-like hair, securing a silver hairpin to create a simple yet elegant hairstyle. Xuanchi stood quietly on the side, watching Zen Chuan in the mirror, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"You look especially beautiful tonight," Xuanchi said softly, with a barely perceptible tenderness in his voice.
Zen Chuan smiled slightly, turned around, and met Xuanchi's gaze, saying, "If it weren't for your company, tonight wouldn't have been so wonderful."
Xuanchi walked to Zen Chuan's side, reached out, gently held her hand, and led her to the bed. They sat down facing each other, and in Xuanchi's eyes, there was a hint of unprecedented tenderness. It seemed that at this moment, beneath his aloof and unruly exterior, there lay a deeply affectionate and passionate heart.
Zen Chuan looked at Xuanchi and felt a touch of emotion in her heart. She knew that Xuanchi had been dedicated to the way of the sword all his life, rarely showing emotions. The tenderness at this moment undoubtedly was the greatest treasure he could offer her.
" Xuanchi, we have finally become each other's reliance," Zen Chuan said softly, with a hint of trembling happiness in their voice.
" Xuanchi nodded, with a determined gaze: " Zen Chuan, from now on, I will protect you until the end of our lives."
On this night, they confided their love for each other, sharing their past hardships and future hopes. Moonlight streamed through the Fu Ton ow, adding a touch of sacredness and beauty to the moment.
As the night deepened, the candlelight slowly extinguished, filling the room with an indescribable warmth and sweetness. This night, for Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, was not just a new beginning, but also the most precious memory deep in their hearts, forever engraved in their lives.
As the night deepens, the hustle and bustle of the wedding gradually subsides, but the true feelings of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi are like the brightest stars in the night sky, forever illuminating the martial arts world and becoming a legendary tale passed down through generations.
With the arrival of night, the atmosphere in the bridal chamber becomes even warmer and more peaceful. Xuanchi and Zen Chuan sit on the soft couch, their gazes intertwining with deep affection, and at this moment, their heartbeats seem to harmonize in an extraordinary way.
Xuanchi Playing with the wine glass in his hand, the sparkling liquid shimmered with a captivating luster in the candlelight. His gaze had never been so gentle, as if all his aloofness and unruliness melted away in this moment. He whispered, " Zen Chuan, the road of the martial world is long, but from now on, having you by my side is my greatest comfort."
Zen Chuan smiled faintly, her smile carrying a playful and charming charm, which was her unique allure. She responded softly, " Xuanchi, your swordsmanship is profound. Although I do not understand the sword, I hope my heart can add a touch of warmth to your journey."
As soon as the words fell, Xuanchi gently took Zen Chuan's hand and examined it carefully. His actions revealed a sense of novelty and appreciation for things beyond the sword. In this moment, he was no longer the Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, but just an ordinary person deeply in love with the woman before him.
"Your hand is more precious to me than any sword," Xuanchi said sincerely, with deep and profound eyes, as if wanting to engrave everything about Zen Chuan into his heart.
Zen Chuan blushed slightly and cleverly changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, on the day by the sword pool, when that sword overturned the flag, did you ever think that we would be together like this today?"
Xuanchi was teased into a light laugh, and in his laughter, there was an unprecedented sense of ease and relaxation, "The sword of that day was originally just for the sake of a battle. Who would have known that fate would lead me here, bound to you for life."
As the last flicker of candlelight outside the bridal chamber quietly extinguished, the room was immersed in a warm moonlight. The eyes of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi met, revealing a silent understanding and deep affection for each other, as if they could feel each other's surging emotions without the need for words.
Xuanchi slowly rose, every movement of his conveying a sense of cherishing the present moment. Zen Chuan also stood up gently, her eyes carrying a hint of cunning and tenderness, reflecting her anticipation for the intimate moments to come.
The two looked at each other and smiled, a smile that contained countless days and nights of understanding and companionship, as well as the boundless expectations for a future life together. Zen Chuan Gently holding Xuanchi's arm, they entered a more intimate space, a world that belonged only to the two of them.
The indoor light was soft and warm, Zen Chuan gently removed her clothes, revealing her smooth and delicate skin. Her movements were elegant and graceful, displaying her confidence and composure as the leader of the cult. Xuanchi had deep and tender eyes, no longer the usual cold and stern, but filled with gentleness and affection.
When Zen Chuan and Xuanchi got closer, their breath seemed to quicken. Xuanchi lowered their head and gently kissed Zen Chuan's lips, it was a kiss full of love, tender and affectionate. Zen Chuan then gently tilted their head back, closed their eyes, and enjoyed the comfort from the depths of their souls.
As their lips intertwined, the distance between them grew closer, and their hearts tightened. In this moment, it was not just the blending of their bodies, but also the interdependence of their souls. They expressed their love for each other, confirming each other's important position in their lives with the most sincere emotions.
When the night falls completely, everything in the bridal chamber seems to become mysterious and beautiful. Xuanchi and Zen Chuan on such a night, together stepped into a new chapter of life. Their love, not only a beautiful story circulating in the martial arts world, but also the most sincere union of two hearts in the depths of their souls.
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