The Taoists are all noble and self-supportive in their mouths and noses, and their noses are probably helpless in such vulgar scenes. However, due to the status of the wedding, they can only endure their own nature and endure it.

Relatively speaking, the area of ​​the relatives is much more lively. People walk back and forth, greet each other, raise relationships, and get close to each other. Although it is a little noisy, they are still very polite in etiquette. It can be seen that they are all big figures with status and status.

The people on ordinary tables are more casual, and there are even many gluttons who eat and drink before the business has begun. There are hundreds of seats and cover a wide area. They are all from the villagers, and no one comes to restrain these country bumpkins who have never seen the world on this happy day.

Li Ji is one of these rural gay guys. Shannan has a good diet. He is quite satisfied with this point. He only missed An Ran next to him. He had to smile and deal with the curious eyes that turned around from time to time, defending this nominal uncle. She was eloquent and sweet. No one came to blame her uneducated uncle for the sake of this beautiful child.

"This hoof is very good, delicious, not greasy, and has a bite. Xiao Anzi, please give me one?" Li Ji persuaded while eating.

"Uncle, the ceremony is about to begin, you know how to eat, eat!"

An Ran put her little hand on Li Ji's waist and pinched her hard, but found that her hands were painful, and the rough flesh was still motionless. She had known each other for 150 years and had been together for nearly a hundred years. Her man was a man who was the most unfair and took the rules and regulations seriously. To be honest, compared to those so-called masters who were arrogant and singular, she liked Li Ji's current appearance more. At least, she was a real person, rather than pretending to be a god.

"Where? I'll take you to see!"

Li Ji wiped off the greasy hand, held her little hand and walked a few steps to the side. Just like a real uncle, he raised her high, put her around his neck for a half-circle, and then came back to continue eating.

Only An Ran knew his true purpose, the mat had been eaten by a man who seemed elegant but actually had a fast speed. It was obviously inappropriate to sweep it away. So he pretended to behave and turned around for a while and found another table that had not been moved.

Alas, at least he knew that he could not eat them all! An Ran sighed and focused again near the chief. The ceremony was about to begin.

The sound of drums and gongs sounded, and a couple walked out of the ancient village, with red cloaks and phoenix beads on their heads. As An Ran said, the woman walked on the left with a high face, while the man with a obviously taller figure on the right was covered with his head and walked on the right.

Strange customs!

The woman, the Ximu family's Yuqing Golden Pill, is very... very beautiful. Even if the Jindan monk can change his facial muscles to a large extent, I wonder if this woman insists on being unwilling to change it, or is she still so unique even after it is finished?

She almost covered Li Ji's understanding of all the beauty in his heart. This is probably the reason why this woman still chose an alien golden elixir in the Yuqing Mountain Gate, and it is also probably why she insisted on holding such a secular wedding as a Jindan monk?

In a word, don’t look at my ugly appearance, I will still marry a Jindan husband!

This did not affect Li Ji's appetite. He saw more things beyond his aesthetic taste, so it doesn't matter. No matter how ugly it is, it can be uglier than the two Huskys in Linglong Tower?

The newcomers, under the guidance of the ritual holders, completed the ceremony one by one, which seemed ridiculous to the monks, but in the eyes of the mortal Li tribe, for example, the burned gold platinum paper all the way, crossed the feldstone trough symbolizing the ditch, and needed to crush the puppets representing disaster with their feet, and the rice paper paintings on the door frame sprayed with water in their mouths...

The only thing that these things have in common is the sword! It seems that everything is related to swords. The golden platinum paper is cut into a flying sword, and the stone trough is also the standard for flying swords. The puppet is a Taoist with a sword on his back, and the rice paper painting is even more direct. The painting is a sword cultivator whose flying sword is rushing out from the mud ball on his head!

Li Ji's face looked a little bad. He looked at An Ran with some confusion, "What's going on? Why are those objects all swords or flying swords? Is this the tradition of the Li clan?"

An Ran is also a bit overwhelmed. She doesn’t know much about the customs and traditions of the Li clan. She has been practicing since childhood and spends most of her time in Xuanyuan when she becomes an adult. How could she understand these things? If she is really familiar with them, she wouldn’t have brought Li Ji to such a boring wedding?

Just when I didn't know how to answer, an old man with a quick mouth on the side explained for them.

"Young man, of course you are waiting for outsiders don't know these old things. This Ximu clan has been rooted in Shannan for a long time and was just a small clan a thousand years ago. The reason why it has its current momentum is due to the ancestor of Ximu. It is the first real person of the Nascent Soul who came from Shannan. He has produced Yuqing, and the Ximu clan has also flourished...

What a pity, I heard that this ancestor was later killed by the Northern Territory demon Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator. So since then, no matter whether it is a matter of red or white, or weddings and funerals, there must be a ceremony for the Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator. It is not the custom of the Li clan, but it is actually the tradition of Ximu.

Now the Ximu clan is famous for its golden elixir. With the rise of Miss Ximu, I am afraid that the glory of his ancestors will be reappeared again!”

After hearing this, An Ran couldn't help but worry that she knew her own man's temperament. Ximu was trying to die. They didn't know that the Xuanyuan demon in their mouth was sitting on the table drinking and eating meat.

So he stretched out one hand and held Li Ji's big hand tightly, with some intentions.

Li Ji continued to eat meat, and after a while, he was full of wine and food, and looked at An Ran gently, "Xiao Anzi, you have seen enough, it's time to go back, right?"

An Ran wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Li Ji said again: "Didn't you say you were going to return to Wushan recently? I think it's better to choose a day than to make a day. You can go back and pack your luggage and set off immediately! It's always troublesome after a long delay!"

Li Ji's words were suggestions, and in An Ran's ears it was the order of the head of the family. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. Xuanyuan Sword Sect is also her sect. No sword cultivator can tolerate such insults, so she can't persuade her!

She can understand the meaning of her man and let herself leave first, so that she can save time and worry about her. Moreover, once the incident occurs, Yuqing Gate may doubt her arrival after verification. Therefore, returning to Wushan in advance is the best choice!

Sighing, Anran stood up, "Be careful!"

Li Ji twisted her little face and smiled and said, "They should be careful! Don't worry, I know what you mean, just move monks, don't touch mortals, only kill the evil people, and don't punish others, okay?"

After leaving peacefully, without any delay, Li Ji sometimes thought that these two women in his life are really worth cherishing, and this is his most precious wealth in the Qingkong world.

Without showing any expression, he quietly withdrew from the crowd and stopped at the maximum effective distance of the flying sword. At this time, the wedding had entered a climax. The two newlyweds stood on the platform, received everyone's congratulations, drums and music were heard, and the people were roaring,

The groom was hanging his head and pretending to be shy. The bride was red and proud, waving around,

While it was noisy, Miss Ximu, who was standing tall, suddenly staggered, and a blood hole as big as a bowl broke out in her chest. She exclaimed loudly around her, and she was beaten up and down. The crowd was in chaos. Some monks rushed in the sky.

However, everyone was not as fast as the groom standing beside her. He lifted the veil and showed a familiar little white face with a sad expression.

Li Ji could only hear a familiar voice crying.
Chapter completed!