Jiang Bu took the rose from the hand of the patriarch of the Li clan and looked at Xiang Zhihan, who was sitting in the crowd.

He was really good-looking, obviously wearing similar clothes on him, but he was the most conspicuous among many sons, and his eyebrows and eyes were extremely bright in the light of the fire, adding a bit of beauty, which was a style that he never had in his daily life.

He just sat there like a foreign king who looked down on the world, a demon who took people's hearts and souls.

Jiang Buwan sent the rose to Xiang Zhihan, smiling with brows and eyes, "This son, are you willing to have a good relationship with me for one night?" ”

Before Xiang Zhihan could answer, the other sons began to coax, and the girls covered their mouths nervously and shyly, as if they were inviting Xiang Zhihan.

Xiang Zhihan looked at the delicate rose in front of him, it was blooming brightly, but after tonight, its beauty would dim day by day, until the petals withered and eroded in the soil.

He couldn't promise her, although most people took this wedding as a joke, but in Xiang Zhihan's heart, it was always a wedding.

Her wedding shouldn't have been with someone like him.

Jiang didn't know what Xiang Zhihan was thinking, and he didn't see action for a long time.

She pretended to be sad and said, "Childe refuses to answer me?" ”

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Little lady, he doesn't want you, choose me." ”

"Little lady, look at me! Although I am inferior to him in appearance, I have the money to make up for it. ”

Jiang Butai turned the roses and said softly, "Then I'll find someone else." ”

She was just about to take the flower back when a pair of white hands grabbed the end of the rose.

Jiang raised his eyes late, only to hear him say, "I promise you." ”

Seeing Xiang Zhihan's agreement, the people of the Li tribe immediately began to play music, and then suddenly many people from nowhere surrounded the two of them, and everyone sprinkled petals and carried people.

Others put two garlands on their heads.

They were carried to a big tree, which Jiang Bu saw at the bottom of the mountain.

In front of the big tree there is a simple incense table with red silk and an incense burner.

The patriarch said in a loud voice, "You two will make a covenant before the sacred tree, and write your names on red silk and hang them on the branches. ”

It was a marriage contract that belonged to the two of them alone, so the rest of the scene quickly left, leaving only one witness.

The Witnesses first placed the ends of the red silk in their hands, and she smiled and said, "Say anything you have to the sacred tree." ”

Jiang Butai looked at the tree in front of him, and then turned his head to look at Zhi Han.

Seeing that they were slow to speak, the Witnesses took out a pamphlet and said, "If you don't know what to say, I can help you choose. ”

Xiang Zhihan shook his head and said, "No need. ”

He lowered his eyes, looked at the red silk in his hand, and raised his eyes to look at the majestic tree in front of him, "I, to the cold, swear to the sacred tree, my heart to the river is not late, the sun and the moon can be seen, and the love for the river is like the river flowing eastward." ”

He didn't say anything to keep her whitehead, nor did he say anything to keep her safe.

He didn't have the face to say such things, he could only use this absurd wedding to express his affection for her.

Although affection is true, their ending can not be changed by affection.

If he wasn't Xiang Zhihan, if he didn't need to carry the expectations of the Qingyun Sect and the expectations of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, would he be able to live with her peacefully and happily for the rest of his life.

"I, Jiang is not too late." Jiang Buwan said with a smile, "Swear to the Divine Tree." ”

She glanced sideways at Xiang Zhihan, "I am willing to exchange my life for Xiang Han, I can get whatever I want." ”

Xiang Zhihan's heart trembled, and he looked at Jiang not too late in disbelief, at this moment, he even wondered if she already knew something.

But the witness didn't leave time for Xiang Zhihan to think, she handed the two of them two red pens, and said, "Write your names on the red silk and hang them on the tree together, and this ceremony will be completed." ”

"The Sacred Tree will protect you."

The two of them each wrote their names on the red silk, and when they were done, the two of them took the red silk and tied it to a vacant seat.

Jiang Bu saw that there was still dense red silk tied on the tree, and asked casually, "Are these all tied by tourists?" ”

The witness shook his head, "How can there be so many tourists, and only on the day of spring every year, a lover of a foreign race is allowed to tie red silk under the tree. This spring has only been prosperous for 20 years, and the rest of the red silk is tied by our Li people. ”

Jiang Bu laze muttered to himself, "There is only one pair a year, it's a pity." ”

"Pity? What a pity? The witness asked.

Jiang Butai reacted, raised a bright smile, and said, "It's a pity that there is only one pair a year, if only there were a few more pairs." ”

"This sacred tree is the treasure of our glass village, very spiritual, a pair a year, all of which were fought for by the owner of the village back then."

Jiang chatted with her a few more words later, and then left here.

As they passed the campfire, some of them sat drinking and chatting, and the Lis did not expel them.

When Jiang Fei and Xiang Zhihan walked down the mountain, the sky was faintly white, and the sky was about to dawn.

Xiang Zhihan: "Wanwan, just now you were in front of the sacred tree, how could you make such a heavy oath?" ”

Jiang Buwan tilted his head, "Is it heavy?" But that's all in my heart. ”

"Late, late." The evening breeze sent his slightly hoarse voice to Jiang Buwan's ears, "Don't be so stupid in the future, no matter who you are, your own life is not important." ”

Under the silent sacred tree, there was suddenly a more beautiful son, he looked up at the red thick on the sacred tree, and then reached out to take off the red silk that Jiang Feiwan had just hung up, he clumsily crossed out Xiang Zhihan's name with a pen, and then wrote his own name.

Edges.

Jiang Butai didn't remember how she got back to the inn, only that she seemed to lean on Xiang Zhihan's body in a daze, and then fell asleep again.

She looked out the window at the already much calmer street, and held her head and thought, Xiang Zhihan should be about to do it.

"Suffered! Sect Master, something is wrong! ”

"What's so flustered?"

"Another person's spiritual roots have been dug up."

"What?!"

"This time it was the outstanding young people of each sect who were dug up, and it was the same as the previous children, who dug up the best spiritual roots."

Sect Master Lin sat on the ground and muttered, "Young man?!" Isn't it our turn to be next? ”

The murderer who dug up the child's spiritual root has not been found, although Xiang Zhihan did not say it, but he also knew that this matter must be very tricky, even if it is his all-powerful junior brother, there is nothing he can do about the person behind the scenes.

It's over, the immortal cultivation realm is coming to an end.

"Quick, go find Xiang Zhihan and tell Senior Brother Xiang about this."