Dragon Emperor, Martial God

"That's really good news."

When Ling Yun heard the news of Xue Zhengqi and Miao Fenghuang's marriage, he nodded with satisfaction, sincerely happy for these two.

I just didn't expect it to be so fast.

The reunion was just yesterday, and the wedding is going to be held today. I don't want to delay it for a day.

"My grandma has been waiting for this day for forty-seven years!"

As if seeing what Ling Yun was thinking, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help giving him a blank look, and argued.

Ling Yun also sighed: "Yes, I have been waiting for forty-seven years."

But he was secretly laughing in his heart, saying that there is really no need to be so anxious, they will spend at least a hundred years together in this life, and they will have a lot of time to be together.

Two innate masters, who ate Zhuyan Baodan, if they don't encounter such an innocent disaster as killing and robbery, under normal circumstances, living another hundred years or so is just like playing.

"Let's go quickly, don't make grandparents wait in a hurry."

Seeing Ling Yun's unhurried manner, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help urging him immediately.

Ling Yun smiled and said, "There's nothing to worry about. It won't even take two minutes for us to rush back to your Miao Village from here."

"You can't fly there!"

Miao Xiaomiao was horrified, she hurriedly said: "Today is my grandma's wedding, there will be people from more than a dozen villages around us, if we fly over from the sky, wouldn't it scare people to death?!"

Miao Fenghuang is the saintess of Miao Jiang. Her big wedding is definitely a great event for Miao Jiang, and there will be many people who will come.

"You can rest assured."

Ling Yun curled his lips: "Let's fly over incognito first, find an empty place near the village and show up, and then walk into your village."

"That's okay."

Miao Xiaomiao agreed to Ling Yun's suggestion.

Next, Ling Yun grabbed Miao Xiaomiao's hand again, disappeared into the air, and flew back to Miao Village slowly.

"Is there any difference between your wedding in Miaojiang and our Han people? Or, is there anything that needs my special attention?"

On the way back to Miao Village,

Ling Yun murmured in his heart, and asked about Miao Xiaomiao.

Frankly speaking, this was Ling Yun's first time participating in a wedding, and he did not expect it to be in the depths of Shiwan Dashan, the most primitive Miao Village in Miaojiang.

"The marriage customs of our Miao nationality are generally similar to those of the Han nationality, but there are too many differences in the details."

Miao Xiaomiao knew that Ling Yun attached great importance to it, and explained it to him seriously, but after a few simple words, she didn't bother to talk, and simply smiled and said: "But you don't have to think about these things, you are the guest of honor today, who I dare not make it difficult for you."

"I know that."

Ling Yun smiled slightly, yesterday, even Miao Fenghuang couldn't embarrass him, let alone today?

"What I meant just now is, do I need to prepare some gifts, so as not to be blinded by time."

Miao Xiaomiao chuckled: "No need."

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"Hey, this scene is really big enough, so many people are here now?"

Three minutes later, Ling Yun and Miao Xiaomiao came over a hill to the south of the stockade. He was not in a hurry to show up on the ground, but let go of his powerful divine sense, covering the entire stockade and the surrounding several kilometers.

It was only 8:30 in the morning, and the entire Miao village was already crowded with people, and there were still many people rushing towards here on the several mountain roads leading to the village.

Just looking at the situation in front of him, Ling Yun reckoned that at least a thousand people would come to the wedding today.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, everyone is dressed in bright and beautiful Miao costumes, with joyful and happy smiles on their faces, singing one after another inside and outside the village.

"Is this the antiphonal song of your Miao nationality?"

Lingyun's history and geography are all full marks. Of course, it is impossible to know nothing about the customs and habits of some ethnic minorities.

Miao Xiaomiao smiled sweetly: "Yes."

"Then can you sing?"

"meeting."

Miao Xiaomiao smiled shyly for no reason, it was so beautiful.

Appreciating Miao Xiaomiao's expression and movements, Ling Yun was slightly moved, and wanted to ask Miao Xiaomiao to sing a few words, but finally held back.

At this time, he was in a good mood, but he didn't want to be bullied.

"Who are those two standing outside the stockade to pick up people?"

Ling Yun raised his hand and pointed down, there was a relatively straight and wide mountain road, one could tell at a glance that this was the only right road leading to the village, and all the people who came from all directions came here from the side road first without exception. A road, and then into the stockade.

At the moment, there was a large group of people standing by the side of the road, all dressed in costumes, headed by two middle-aged men and women, who were welcoming guests from all directions with smiles and enthusiasm.

"Are you asking knowingly?"

Miao Xiaomiao gave Ling Yun an angry look, then her pretty face blushed again, and said in a low voice, "That's my father and mother."

Miao Qing, Ren Hong.

Ling Yun smiled, he did ask knowingly, because the people outside the village didn’t stand still, they were there to welcome the guests outside, and there were some older people inside, who would directly call their names and congratulate them, Those conversations entered Ling Yun's ears verbatim, and he guessed it.

"Then what should I call them when I meet later?"

"what ever!"

Miao Xiaomiao blushed and said, "It's not that my father and mother have never seen the world, you can just call it like Ning'er's parents call it, if you call it according to our place... just call..."

"Forget it, it's too awkward, let's follow my habit, just call uncle, aunt."

After hearing the two addresses that Miao Xiaomiao told him, Ling Yun felt a headache and decided to follow his oral habits.

Down below, Miao Qing and Ren Hong, while warmly receiving the guests from all parties, looked up from time to time, looking into the distance, with anxiety faintly between their brows.

"Let's go there. It seems that your parents should be thinking about you anxiously."

Before the words were finished, Ling Yun and Miao Xiaomiao rushed into a dense forest by the side of the mountain road in lightning speed, and then appeared, and then they quietly appeared on the road while there was no one around, and walked towards the village side by side.

The two walked quickly, only turning a corner, and their figures entered the field of vision of Miao Qing and Ren Hong.

"Father, Eminem..."

After leaving the village for half a year, Miao Xiaomiao saw her parents again, she was filled with longing, her eyes were already red, she started to run, and rushed towards the group of people in front of her.

"Ah! Xiao Miao is back!"

"It's Xiao Miao!"

As soon as Miao Xiaomiao appeared, before her parents could speak, the group of people beside them immediately shouted.

"Wow, who is that person next to Xiao Miao? He looks so handsome!"

"Really, there is such a handsome elder brother outside!"

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