Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Jiang Buwan 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 is really good-looking, obviously wearing similar clothes on him, but he is the most conspicuous among the many young masters, his eyebrows and eyes are very bright under the reflection of the fire, adding a bit of charm, which is a style that he has never had before. .

He just sat there like an alien king looking down on the world, a captivating alluring demon.

Jiang Buwan sent the roses to Xiang Zhihan, smiling brows and eyes, "Young master, would you like to have a one-night marriage with me?"

Before Xiang Zhihan could answer, the other boys started to boo, and the girls covered their mouths nervously and shyly, as if they were inviting Xiang Zhihan.

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

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

Her wedding shouldn't be with someone like him.

Jiang Buwan didn't know what Xiang Zhihan was thinking, he murmured for a long time but didn't see any action.

She pretended to be sad and said, "Is the young master refusing to respond to me?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Little lady, he should choose me instead of you."

"Little lady, look at me! Although I'm not as handsome as he is, I have the money to make it up."

Jiang Buwan twirled the roses and said softly, "Then I'll find someone else."

Just as she was about to take the flower back, a pair of white hands grabbed the end of the rose.

Jiang Buwan raised his eyes and only heard him say, "I promise you."

Seeing that Xiang Zhihan agreed, the people of the Li tribe immediately started playing music, and then suddenly many people came from nowhere and surrounded the two of them. Everyone scattered flower petals, and some carried people. .

Others put two garlands on their heads.

They were carried to a big tree that Jiang Buwan saw at the foot of the mountain.

There is a simple incense table in front of the big tree, with red silk and an incense burner on it.

The patriarch said loudly, "You two must make an agreement in front of the sacred tree, and write your names on red silk and hang them on the branches."

This was a marriage contract exclusively for the two of them, so other people at the scene left quickly, leaving only one witness.

The witness first put the two ends of the red silk in the hands of the two of them respectively, and she said with a smile, "You can say anything to the sacred tree."

Jiang Buwan looked at the tree in front of him, then turned to look at Zhihan.

Seeing that the two of them were silent for a long time, the witness took out a booklet and said, "If you don't know what to say, I can help you choose. It contains various marriage words."

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, Xiang Zhihan, swear to the sacred tree. Love at night is like a river flowing eastward without stopping."

He didn't say anything about staying together, nor did he say anything to keep her safe.

He didn't have the face to say such a thing, he could only express his love for her through this absurd wedding.

Although the love is true, their ending cannot be changed just because of love.

If he wasn't Xiang Zhihan, if he didn't have to bear the expectations of Qing Yunzong and the world of cultivating immortals, would he be able to live a lifetime with her in peace and joy?

"I, Jiang Buwan." Jiang Buwan said with a smile, "I swear to the sacred tree."

She glanced sideways at Xiang Zhihan, "I would like to exchange my life for what Xiang Zhihan wants."

Xiang Zhihan's heart trembled, and he glanced at Jiang Not Later 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. This ceremony will be considered complete."

"The sacred tree will protect you."

The two each wrote their names on the red silk, and when they were done, they tied the red silk to an empty space.

Jiang Buwan saw that there were still dense red silk tied to the tree, so he asked casually, "Are these tied by tourists?"

The witness shook his head, "How can there be so many tourists? Every year, a couple of foreign lovers are allowed to tie red silk under the tree on the day of knot spring. This knot spring has flourished for only 20 years, and the rest of the red silk is We Li people tied it ourselves."

Jiang Buwan murmured to himself, "It's a pity that there are only one couple a year."

"What a pity? What a pity?" asked the witness.

Jiang Buwan came to his senses, raised a bright smile, and said, "It's a pity that there are only one pair a year. It would be great if there were more pairs."

"This sacred tree is the treasure of our Lizhai. It is very spiritual. There is a pair of trees every year. It was won by the village owner back then."

Jiang Buwan chatted with her a few more words, then took his leave and left here.

When they passed the bonfire, some people were sitting there drinking and chatting, and the Li people did not drive them away.

When Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan walked down the mountain, the sky was already fading, and it was almost dawn.

Xiang Zhihan: "Wanwan, just now in front of the sacred tree, why did you swear such a heavy oath?"

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

"Wanwan." Wanfeng brought his slightly hoarse voice to Jiang Buwan's ears, "Don't be so stupid in the future, no one is as important as your own life."

Suddenly a handsome young man appeared under the silent sacred tree. He looked up at the red silk on the sacred tree, and then reached out to take off the red silk that Jiang Buwan and the others had just hung up. Han's name was crossed out, and then his own name was written.

edge unitary.

Jiang Buwan didn't remember how she got back to the inn, but only remembered that she leaned against Xiang Zhihan's body in a daze, and then fell asleep again.

She looked out of the window at the much calmer street, propped her head up and thought, Xiang Zhihan should almost make a move soon.

"Okay! Sovereign, something is wrong!"

"What's so panic?"

"Another person's spiritual root has been dug out."

"what?!"

"The ones who were dug out this time were outstanding young people from various sects. They were the same as the previous children. They were all digging out the most treasured spiritual roots."

Sect Master Lin sat down on the ground, muttering to himself, "Young man?! Is it our turn next?"

The murderer who dug up the child's spiritual root has not yet been found. Although Xiang Zhihan didn't say anything, he also knew that this matter must be very difficult. Even his all-powerful junior has nothing to do with the person behind the scenes.

It's over, the world of cultivating immortals is coming to an end.

"Hurry up, go find Xiang Zhihan and tell Junior Brother Xiang about this."