Jiang Buwan took the rose from the Li clan leader's hand and looked at Xiang Zhihan who was sitting in the crowd.
He is really good-looking. He wears similar clothes, but he is the most conspicuous among the many young men. His eyebrows are extremely beautiful under the firelight, adding a bit of charm, which is a charm he has never had before. .
He just sat there like a foreign king looking down on the world, a seductive and charming man.
Jiang Buwan sent the rose to Xiang Zhihan, with a smile on his face, "Master, are you willing to have a good night with me?"
Before Xiang Zhihan could answer, the other gentlemen 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 rose in front of him. It was blooming beautifully, but after tonight, its beauty would dim day by day, until the petals fell off and rotted in the soil.
He couldn't agree to 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, and he kept mumbling for a long time without taking any action.
She pretended to be sad and said, "Master, are you unwilling to respond to me?"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Little lady, he doesn't want you, choose me."
"Little lady, look at me! Although I am not as good as him in appearance, I have money to make up for it."
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 heard him say, "I promise you."
When the people of the Li tribe saw Xiang Zhihan's promise, they immediately started to play music, and then many people suddenly appeared from nowhere and surrounded the two of them. Everyone scattered flower petals and carried people. .
Someone also put two garlands on their heads.
They were carried to a big tree, which was exactly the same tree Jiang Buwan had seen 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 placed on it.
The patriarch said loudly, "You two must make a promise in front of the sacred tree, and write your names on red silk and hang them on the branches."
This was an engagement that belonged exclusively to the two of them, so everyone else at the scene quickly left, leaving only one witness.
The witness first put the two ends of the red silk into their hands respectively. She smiled and said, "You can say anything you want to the sacred tree."
Jiang Buwan looked at the tree in front of him, then turned to look at Zhihan.
Seeing that the two were still silent, the witness took out a booklet and said, "If you don't know what to say, I can help you choose. There are various wedding words in it."
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, my heart for Jiang Buwan can be seen from the sun and the moon, and for Jiang Buwan 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 protect her safety.
He had no face to say such things, so he could only express his love for her through this absurd wedding.
Although the love is true, their ending cannot be changed by love.
If he wasn't Xiang Zhihan, if he didn't have to bear the expectations of the Qingyun Sect and the world of immortality, would he be able to live a peaceful and happy life with her?
"I, Jiang Buwan." Jiang Buwan said with a smile, "I swear to the sacred tree."
She glanced sideways at Xiang Zhihan and said, "I am willing to trade my life for Xiang Zhihan to get whatever he wants."
Xiang Zhihan's heart trembled and he looked at Jiang Buwan in disbelief. At this moment, he even wondered if she already knew something.
But the witness did not leave time for Xiang Zhihan to think. She handed 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 of them each wrote their names on the red silk. After finishing, they led the red silk to an empty space and tied it up.
Jiang Buwan saw that the trees were still tied with dense red silk and asked casually, "Are these tied by tourists?"
The witness shook his head, "There are not so many tourists, but only on the day of the Spring Festival every year, a pair of foreign lovers are allowed to tie red silk under the tree. The Spring Festival has only been prosperous for twenty years, and the remaining red silks are all We, the Li clansmen, tied us up ourselves."
Jiang Buwan murmured to himself, "It's a pity that we only have one pair a year."
"What a pity? What's a pity?" the witness asked.
Jiang Buwan reacted, 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 powerful. It has a pair every year. It was the owner of the village who worked hard to get it."
Jiang Buwan chatted with her for a few more words, then said goodbye and left.
When they passed the bonfire, there were still some people sitting there drinking and chatting, but the Li people did not expel them.
When Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan walked down the mountain, the sky was gradually whitening and it was about to dawn.
Xiang Zhihan: "Wanwan, how could you make such a strong oath just now in front of the sacred tree?"
Jiang Buwan tilted his head, "Is it serious? But those are all from 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 color on the sacred tree, then stretched out his hand to take down the red silk that Jiang Buwan and the others had just hung up. He clumsily used a pen to draw it to Cross out Han's name and write your own name.
Edge Yao.
Jiang Buwan didn't remember how she got back to the inn. She only remembered that she seemed to be leaning on Xiang Zhihan in a daze, and then fell asleep again.
She looked out the window at the much calmer street, holding her head and thinking, Xiang Zhihan should take action soon.
"Sure! Sect Master, something bad has happened!"
"What are you so worried about?"
"Another person's spiritual roots were dug up."
"What?!"
"The ones who were dug up this time are outstanding young people from various sects. Just like the children before, they are all digging for the most precious spiritual roots."
Sect Master Lin sat down on the ground and muttered to himself, "Young man?! Is it our turn next?"
The murderer who dug up the child's spiritual roots has not yet been found. Although Xiang Zhihan didn't say anything, he also knew that this matter must be very difficult. Even his omnipotent junior brother had no way to do anything about the person behind the scenes.
It's over, the world of immortality is about to end.
"Quickly, go find Xiang Zhihan and tell Junior Brother Xiang this matter."
