The pinnacle of the martial arts world

Chapter 87

"Really? I wonder what brings you this joy?"

“I admire the beauty of the young lady and wish to marry her. I was specially asked to act as matchmaker.”

He spoke these words slowly, but he finally finished.

Baili Wushuang listened very slowly, and didn't understand what he meant the first time. She thought about it again and finally understood. Something was buzzing in her head; she must have misheard, she couldn't believe it.

She looked at him, her pupils so dark and deep, "You want me to marry Tang Congrong?"

These words echoed repeatedly in Yang Luoxue's dreams in the days that followed, the reverberation so powerful it jolted him awake. The cold moon shone through the window, and he could no longer fall asleep.

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But at that time, he still answered: "Tangmen and Suodingcheng are a perfect match, and Congrong and Miss are a perfect couple." There were many other auspicious words, such as "a talented man and a beautiful woman", "a match made in heaven", "a perfect couple"... He could say them all, even if his heart was contracting with every word he said.

However, Baili Wushuang didn't give him a chance to continue. She smiled and said, "Good, very good." Her face was so thin and pale, and her eyes had a strange bloodshot color. She sat there smiling and said, "The Tang Clan and Suoding City are getting married, with Medicine King Valley acting as matchmaker. All three major forces have gathered together. Should we ask the Martial Academy to officiate the wedding?"

And so, wedding preparations began.

The groom was Tang Congrong, the head of the Tang Clan, and the bride was Baili Wushuang, the number one swordsmith in Suoding City. The matchmaker was Yang Luoxue, the eldest disciple of Medicine King Valley, and the person invited to officiate the wedding was Xiao Pingjun, the head of Wenyuan Academy.

For the first time, the four major powers have come together. Such a grand event has not occurred in the martial arts world for a long time.

Although it is not advisable for the newlyweds to meet before their wedding, Tang Congrong still made a trip to Suoding City and met his fiancée at Zhonghuaxuan, a restaurant in Suoding City that entertained guests.

He was slightly taken aback.

In his memory, Baili Wushuang always looked the same as when they met at Xuyu Temple: dressed in red with her hair in a high bun, a red glow between her brows, exuding an ethereal aura. The Baili Wushuang before him hadn't changed in appearance or attire, yet he barely recognized her.

Very thin.

The eyes are very dark.

"The young lady doesn't seem suited to be a bride," he said bluntly.

“I think this marriage is a matter between the two families, not just between the two of us.” Only his voice remained the same as before, low and slightly hoarse, yet subtly powerful. “I am indeed not a good wife. Even if we get married, I will not stay in the Tang Clan for long. I hope the family will understand.”

These words were spoken humbly, but the tone was anything but humble. Tang Congrong, however, was not offended. "That's fine, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a good husband either. Everything is up to Miss's wishes."

The wedding is set for the thirteenth day of the first lunar month next year, Tang Congrong's birthday.

On that day, almost everyone who could reach the Tang Clan arrived, and the entire city of Chengdu was overflowing with people. Even though the Hua family of Hangzhou had booked all the rooms in the inns to celebrate the wedding of the Tang Clan's patriarch, a large number of people still kept arriving, and in the end, even Pingyang County was filled with Tang Clan guests.

On the wedding night, the Tang Clan was packed to capacity. Those seated at the inner table of the Tang Clan were all top figures on the martial arts rankings; those who weren't even top figures couldn't see the bride and groom. The streets were filled with people, and many even skipped their meals to sit on rooftops and watch this once-in-a-century wedding.

Yang Luoxue was seated at the head of the table, facing the entrance. Amidst the bustling crowd, the bride walked in, led by the matchmaker. Tang Congrong stepped forward and took the other end of the red silk from her hand.

And so, step by step, they walked in, each step seemingly treading on his heart, leaving an indentation with each step, forever remaining there.

She got married.

They got married.

He drank cup after cup, watching as the couple bowed. First bow to Heaven and Earth. Second bow to their parents. Husband and wife bowed to each other. Then they were led to the bridal chamber.

Her red dress is so dazzling.

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The room was filled with red light, and her red wedding dress dazzled his eyes. It seemed as if only this red light remained before his eyes, and her figure melted into this single color, gradually fading into the distance.

Darkness poured down like ink, engulfing the red light.

Everything was dark.

It was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

He was still holding a wine pot in one hand, and slowly brought the wine cup in his left hand to the mouth of the pot to drink.

A little wine spilled, but only a little, and he didn't lose his composure; no one at the table noticed.

Everyone was watching Tang Qiefang. He and Tang Congrong were the closest of friends, and today, seeing Tang Congrong get married, he was so happy that he drank with everyone who offered a toast, and even those who didn't were asked to drink with him. A few moments later, firecrackers went off, making the whole occasion extremely lively. He picked up his wine jug and left his seat.

He walked slowly, but he didn't go astray.

He was no stranger to the Tang Clan. When he treated Tang Congrong's niece, Hua Qianye, he often traveled between Medicine King Valley and the Tang Clan. The sound of waves lapping against the shore told him they had arrived at the Listening to the Water Pavilion.

The Listening to the Water Pavilion must be beautiful today. He took a stroll here before the banquet started and saw lanterns hanging under the eaves. The water was calm and reflected countless lanterns, creating a world of water and sky.

Fortunately, I took a look at it then.

Otherwise, I would have been very disappointed not to see your new house.

He sat down by the willow tree by the lake and took a sip of wine in the cold wind. The wine was cold, the wind was cold, and his whole being felt cold.

It's freezing cold.

A man came over, sat down next to him, and casually took his wine jug. "Why have you left the table too?" the man asked. He recognized the man's voice; it was Tang Qiefang.

He tried to speak, but the smell of alcohol made him vomit, and he had to catch his breath to calm down. Waves of alcohol kept rising in his mind, and the things in his heart, soaked in alcohol, were like dried flowers that had been soaked in water, uncontrollably swelling and returning to their original state.

“Today is a joyous day,” he said, leaning against the tree trunk. “Congrong will treat her well. I know Congrong’s temperament best. She’s hard to approach, but once she becomes one of us, she’ll be exceptionally kind.”

"Yes, they must be doing very well," Tang Qiefang mumbled in reply. "They got married peacefully, they got married."

“You have a bad temper, I won’t marry her to you. The person she marries must be like Congrong, from a good family, a good person, someone I can trust.” He took another swig of wine, “…only then will I feel at ease…”

He couldn't hear what Tang Qiefang said next. The wind whistled past his ears, breathing became a struggle, and it felt like bubbles were rising in his blood, only to burst. His eyes stung, his face felt cool, and something slipped into the corner of his mouth, a little salty.