The Taoists all look at their mouths and noses, and their noses and hearts are pure and self-controlled, probably very helpless about such a vulgar scene, but because of the status of the big wedding, they can endure it.

Relatively speaking, the area of the relatives is much more lively, people go back and forth, greet each other, pull relationships, set close, although it is noisy, but the etiquette is still very measured, it can be seen that they are all big people with status and status.

The people on the ordinary table are more casual, and there are even many gluttons who eat and drink before the business starts, hundreds of seats, covering a wide area, all of them are villagers, and no one restrains these hillbillies who have never seen the world on this happy day.

Li Ji is one of this group of hillbillies, Shannan's diet is not bad, he is still quite satisfied at this point, only bitter An Ran next to him, he has to smile to deal with the curious eyes that turn around from time to time, and defend this nominal uncle in many ways, she is articulate, and she is sweet-looking, everyone looks at this beautiful child, and no one comes to accuse her of being an uneducated uncle.

"This hoof burns well, it tastes, it's not greasy, and it bites, Xiao Anzi, can you have 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 it hard, but found that her hand hurt at all, and the rough flesh was not moving; she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, she had known each other for a hundred and fifty years, and she had been together for nearly a hundred years, and she didn't know better than her what kind of virtue her own man was, and she didn't take the rules and precepts the most, and the people who took the worldly rules seriously, to be honest, compared to those so-called masters who were high up and had a pinched tone, she preferred Li Ji's current appearance, at least, he was a real person, rather than pretending to be a god.

"Where, I'll show you!"

Li Ji wiped off the grease in his hand, took her little hand and pretended to take a few steps to the side, like a real uncle, lifted her high, put her on her neck and turned around for half a circle, and then came back to continue eating.

Only An Ran knew his true purpose, and the man who looked like he was eating half of the table that looked elegant, but in fact it was fast, and it was obviously inappropriate to sweep it away, so he pretended to make a gesture, and after turning around for half a circle, he found another table that had not been touched.

Alas, at least he knew he couldn't eat it all!An Ran sighed and refocused his attention on the chief, the ceremony was about to begin.

The sound of drums and gongs sounded, and a pair of newcomers walked out of the ancient village, with a red shawl and a phoenix bead full of heads, and sure enough, as An Ran said, the woman walked on the left with a proud face, and the man on the right who was obviously taller was covered with his head and walked on the right.

Strange customs!

The woman, the Yuqing Jindan of the Ximu family, is very ...... Qingqi, even if Brother Jindan has been able to change her facial muscles and appearance at will to a large extent, I don't know if this woman insists on her own self and is unwilling to change, or even if she is so different?

She almost encapsulates all the beautiful negative understandings in Li Ji's heart, which is probably the reason why this woman still has to choose a foreign Jindan among the tens of thousands of Junyan in the dignified Yuqing Mountain Gate, and I am afraid that it is the reason why she still insists on holding this kind of secular wedding as a Jindan monk?

In a word, don't look at the ugliness of the old lady, marry a golden pill husband!

This didn't affect Li Ji's appetite, he saw a lot of things beyond his aesthetics, so it didn't matter, no matter how ugly he was, could he be uglier than those Erhao in the Linglong Tower?

The newcomers, under the guidance of the deacon, complete one by one rituals that seem ridiculous to the monks but are extremely sacred in the eyes of the mortals, such as the gold and platinum paper burned all the way, the long stone trough that symbolizes the ditch, the need to crush the puppet representing the calamity with their feet, and the rice paper painting on the door frame that is sprayed with water in their mouths......

These things, the only thing in common is the sword! It seems that everything is related to the sword, the gold and platinum paper is the shape of the cut flying sword, the stone trough is also the standard of the flying sword, the puppet is a Taoist with a sword on his back, and the rice paper painting is even more direct, and the painting is a sword cultivator who is rushing out of the top of the head with a mud pill!

Li Ji's face was a little unsightly, and he looked at An Ran with some doubts, "What's going on? Why are those artifacts all swords, or flying swords? Is this the tradition of the Li clan?"

An Ran is also a little big-headed, she doesn't know much about the customs and traditions of the Li people, there are hundreds of ethnic groups in the East China Sea, she has practiced since she was a child, and she spends most of her adult life in Xuanyuan, how can she understand this, if she is really familiar, she will not pull Li Ji to participate in such a boring wedding?

When they didn't know how to answer, a quick-talking old man next to them explained for them,

"Young man, of course you and other outsiders don't know these old things, this Ximu clan, has been rooted in Shannan for a long time, and it was just a small clan thousands of years ago, the reason why it has the current momentum is also due to the ancestor of Ximu, which is the first Yuanying real person from our Shannan, and the art is Yuqing, and the Ximu clan is also prosperous......

It's a pity, I heard that this ancestor was later killed by the Northern Regions demon Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator, so since then, no matter whether it is red or white, or weddings and funerals, but there is a ceremony, it must be to use that Xuanyuan Sword Cultivation as a head, not the customs of the Li people, it is really the tradition of Ximu,

Now that the Ximu clan is famous for Jindan, with the rise of Miss Ximu, I am afraid that the ancestral scenery will reappear!"

An Ran heard this, and couldn't help worrying, she knew her man's temperament, this Ximu was dying, they didn't know that the Xuanyuan demon in his mouth was sitting on the table drinking wine and eating meat.

So he stretched out a hand and held Li Ji's big hand tightly, meaning something.

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've seen enough, it's time to go back, right?"

An Ran wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, Li Ji said again: "Didn't you say that you were going to return to Kunshan recently? I think it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, so go back and pack your bags and set off immediately! If you delay for a long time, it's always troublesome!"

Li Ji's words sounded like 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, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was also her sect, and no sword cultivator could endure this kind of insult, so there was no way to persuade her!

She can understand the meaning of her man, let herself go first, and save time to worry about her, and once the incident happens, it is possible for Yuqingmen to suspect her arrival, so it is the best choice to go back to Kunshan in advance!

With a sigh, he stood up safely, "Be careful!"

Li Ji twisted her little face and said with a smile: "It's them who should be careful! Don't worry, I know what you mean, only move the monks, don't touch mortals, only punish the evil, and don't do anything else, okay?"

Ran left safely, without dragging mud and water, sometimes Li Ji was thinking that the two women in his life were really worth cherishing, this was his most valuable wealth in the blue sky world.

Silently, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and stopped at the maximum effective distance of the flying sword, at this time the wedding has entered the climax, the two newlyweds stand on the high platform, accept the joy of everyone, the drums are ringing, the voices are boiling,

The groom hung his head and pretended to be shy, and the bride was red and triumphant, waving to the four sides.

When she was making a noise, Miss Nishiki, who was standing tall, suddenly stumbled, and a bloody hole the size of a bowl burst out of her chest and heart.

However, everyone's speed was not as fast as the groom who was standing next to her, only to see him lift his hijab, revealing a familiar little white face with a sad face,

Li Ji only heard a familiar voice crying,

"Chunliu, Chunliu, my wife, what's wrong with you, but the old illness has occurred?"