Song Yiren on the side was frightened. What kind of friends did Jiang Ziya, his sworn brother, know? If he disagreed, he would kill the king, kill the prince, and burn the palace.
If he hadn't been convinced that the person standing in front of him was his former sworn brother Jiang Ziya, Song Yiren might have fainted from shock.
Jiang Ziya also noticed this and hurriedly comforted him: "Brother, my junior brother has been cultivating in the mountains. He doesn't understand the rules of the world and speaks a little indulgently. Don't take it to heart. In fact, his heart is still very kind. "
Shen Gongbao - kind. Chu Feng looked at Shen Gongbao with a strange look. The word "kind" was placed on Shen Gongbao, which was mocking kindness.
Familiar, Shen Gongbao, who was so impassioned just now, said with a loyal smile: "I am kind."
Well, Chu Feng once again saw the lower limit of Shen Gongbao. This is a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, and a person who has escaped from vulgar taste.
"He is kind?"
Song Yiren looked suspicious and uncertain, and quickly slapped Shen Gongbao in the face.
"I am kind"
Shen Gongbao said one word in one breath, as if biting something.
Song Yiren, a ruthless man who made a fortune from selling slaves, was so frightened that his neck shrank.
…
The next day, Jiang Ziya's home consisted of three thatched houses that were about to collapse and a yard with a fence.
Chu Feng and Jiang Ziya ignored the dust on the ground and sat on the ground, playing chess with focused expressions.
Shen Gongbao was watching the battle with his hands behind his back.
A man who was destined to be punished and two old enemies could actually get along so harmoniously. Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace must have been quite surprised when he saw it.
"Ziya, I didn't expect your chess skills to be so good!"
Chu Feng said with a smile.
"After I went to Yuxu Palace, for some reason, my master never allowed me to study immortal magic. He only asked me to study military books and country-governing strategies. When I had nothing to do, I studied chess. Over the past few decades, I have gained some experience. .”
Jiang Ziya said modestly.
At this time, the fence in the middle of the fence was pushed open, and several short and sturdy young men walked in, each carrying something on his body.
Followed by an old man, it was Jiang Ziya's sworn brother Song Yiren.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Jiang Ziya quickly got up from the ground and greeted him.
Song Yiren said with a smile: "Ziya, these are the mountain goods and daily necessities I prepared for you. They are enough for you to use for a few months. By the way, I almost forgot, some of them are betrothal gifts."
Chu Feng knew the betrothal gift, and Miss Ma was about to appear next.
"Wait a minute, sworn brother, what did you say, betrothal gift? When will I get a wife?"
Jiang Ziya was shocked. He, a boy who devoted himself to Taoism and had been in love for more than seventy years, had never thought about getting married and having children.
Song Yiren frowned, took on the air of a sworn brother, and scolded Jiang Ziya.
"Ziya, I'm not talking about you as an elder brother. We grew up together. You went to the mountains to learn Taoism because of your confusion. Now, my great-grandson is eight or nine years old, and you are still alone. How can you be worthy of the people under Jiuquan after your death? Parents. Today, you must listen to my brother."
Jiang Ziya couldn't help but care about his sworn brother, so he turned his attention to Chu Feng and Shen Gongbao, hoping that these two were playing well and could help persuade them.
Shen Gongbao wished that his cheap senior brother would be embarrassed, and added fuel to the fire: "Senior brother, your sworn brother has a kind offer, don't refuse, so as not to hurt my brother's feelings. What's more, what your sworn brother said is reasonable, and you haven't stayed yet. Descendants, despite my young age, junior brother, I have already left a descendant at the foot of the mountain. Senior brother, this is an inappropriate question, are you still a virgin?"
"So you're not?" Jiang Ziya made a surprised expression, as if Shen Gongbao was the one with the problem.
This made Shen Gongbao, who wanted to see Jiang Ziya's joke, froze.
"We monks have spent our whole lives pursuing the steps of heaven. It doesn't matter whether we are here or not!"
Chu Feng interrupted the somewhat shameful conversation between the two.
Unexpectedly, Shen Gongbao turned his head and looked at Chu Feng with suspicious eyes.
"Taoist Priest, are you too?"
"Shen Gongbao, do you want to die?"
Chu Feng secretly transmitted the message, and his voice was sinister.
Shen Gongbao immediately shut up. With his level of cultivation, he couldn't even slap Chu Feng with his hands.
Here, Song Yiren persuaded again: "Ziya, you are over seventy years old this year. It is impossible to continue the family line. I married you because I want you to find a companion and someone to take care of you on weekdays. I have a place far away." Cousin, I am sixty-eight years old, and I am a perfect match for you."
Jiang Ziya frowned and said, "Your cousin is only forty-eight years old. I am already over seventy. We are an old man and a young wife. If word spreads, I am afraid of making people laugh."
Song Yiren shook his head.
"It's not forty-eight, it's sixty-eight."
Jiang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief and nodded when he heard that she was a sixty-eight-year-old woman.
"If it's just for company, then my sworn brother will make the decision!"
Seeing that Jiang Ziya agreed, Song Yiren was overjoyed and turned around and walked outside.
"Ziya, I'm waiting for the good news from my brother."
Song Yiren and several of his descendants walked away. Chu Feng cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Jiang, you will be the groom's official."
"Congratulations, senior brother, on becoming a son."
Shen Gongbao had a teasing expression on his face.
Suddenly, a strong wind hit, and Shen Gongbao, who had no idea who had taken action, screamed and flew into the sky, getting smaller and smaller, and disappeared in a few breaths.
"As I said, it doesn't matter where you are."
On one side, Chu Feng patted the dust on his hands and walked out of the yard, his back a little bleak.
"Brother Taoist's words are very close to my heart."
Jiang Ziya nodded with deep understanding.
…
Three days later, an old man named Jiang Shang got married (Jiang Ziya's identity was wanted and could not be used for the time being), and the person he got was Miss Ma, a well-known local woman who was difficult to get married and had a bad settlement.
Miss Ma is sixty-eight years old, with a beautiful face (fifty years ago), skin as good as snow (fifty years ago), a tall figure (fifty years ago), and a slim waist (fifty years ago). Mild temperament (this is what Song Yiren said).
In the yard of Lao Jiang's house, there was an incense table and people were standing there. Jiang Ziya, who was wearing a big red flower and a groom's suit, had a stiff expression.
If it hadn't been for Chu Feng's repeated suggestions, he wouldn't have worn such shameful clothes, been watched like a monkey, and gotten married.
"Worship the heaven and the earth"
Shen Gongbao, whose body was bandaged, had a hoarse voice. Three days ago, he was slapped away by Chu Feng. It could be said that he was miserable, with not a single piece of flesh on his body. When Chu Feng found him, he was almost dead.
"Bride and groom, please bow quickly!"
The villagers who were watching had never seen such a novel way of getting married, and they all urged it.
Jiang Ziya bowed to the incense table with a dark face, and Miss Ma bowed to the incense table at the same time.
"Two bows to the high hall"
Shen Gongbao's voice rose a bit.
Jiang Ziya and Miss Ma turned around and bowed to Chu Feng and Song Yiren who were sitting in front of the hut.
Song Yiren is Miss Ma's natal family, and Chu Feng is older and is the elder on Jiang Ziya's side.
