Chapter 161 The Big Wedding
Although we hadn't seen each other for a long time, we had a great conversation.

Feng Xuan vividly recounted his experiences along the way and displayed the written records and mental images.

When talking about the desert in the far west, it seems as if the loess Gobi is extremely desolate; when talking about the ice field in the far north, it seems as if a biting cold wind is blowing on your face.

Qian Renxue leaned quietly on his shoulder, a smile on her face, and stretched out her slender fingers to stroke, as if those things were really right in front of her.

Some people say that if you really love each other, even if you are not interested in what the other person is talking about, you will still listen patiently, give your own insights and opinions, and continue to ask questions, just because you are talking about you.

Under the setting sun, the two sat on the dome of the worship hall, leaning against each other, and their overlapping silhouettes were reflected into the Hall of Faith through the glass behind them.

On the prayer seat that had never been obscured by shadows, Qian Daoliu devoutly chanted the gospel blessing of the Angel God.

Three days passed quickly.

The wedding ceremony also began.

Before dawn, the entire Wuhun City became busy. Everyone spontaneously stopped what they usually did and headed towards the Holy Mountain.

Anyone who can settle here can be considered a believer of the Angel God, to varying degrees.

Even latecomers, such as Feng Xuan's mother Liu Xi, who came here only five years ago, were influenced by many people and enshrined a white statue of a little angel at home. When her child was away from home, she would pray every day.

Perhaps this is just a process to make myself feel at ease, but I have also unknowingly become a member of the group of stars of faith.

In the Temple of Worship
Feng Xuan had a faint smile on his face as he stood in front of a dressing mirror that was about a meter wide and helped the waiters put on the complicated dress.

Even though he was reluctant to do so, he maintained his expression.

After getting up, he realized that the clothes he had chosen were not suitable. The main point of this event was not the wedding but the "ritual".

Qian Daoliu walked into the bedroom with his hands behind his back, and seeing his reluctance, he smiled and said, "Does it not fit?"

Feng Xuan glanced at him and said nothing.

The most difficult part to put on happened to be finished. He waved to everyone to leave and stretched out his clothes for a while. Although he had several layers on, it still fit him exceptionally well.

Seeing that several people had closed the door, he sighed and said, "These clothes are too troublesome. I feel like a rack with clothes hanging on it."

Qian Daoliu looked at those clothes. The intricate gilded patterns were sparkling and dazzling, and the past years flashed through his eyes.

"The last time this size appeared was when I got married more than eighty years ago." He sighed, walked forward, picked up the brocade robe that represented his status from the shelf, and handed it over.

"Don't worry. Although the clothes are made according to specifications, they were made by your mother herself."

Hearing the voice, Feng Xuan's expression changed instantly. He took the robe and put it on his shoulder, then buttoned it carefully on the badge on his chest.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I no longer feel the slightest bit of boredom.

"There are many ceremonies today. You will drive a chariot and patrol the city along the red carpet. This will be considered as showing up in front of everyone so that people can get to know you."

"The ceremony will be held in front of the Holy Residence Temple at the foot of the mountain. According to the rules, that's where all the people who hold positions on the Holy Mountain live. Don't stop at the stairs."

"The representative from your old residence is an old guy named Jack. According to your mother's wishes, he is attending as 'grandfather'."

After that, he changed the subject, his smile became a little more strange, and continued: "That kid is a hundred years younger than me, but he is actually of the same generation as me."

Seeing that he was gritting his teeth, it seemed that he was really unhappy. Feng Xuan started to explain.

"Grandpa Jack took good care of our family back then. We should repay the kindness with gratitude. Don't look at me like that. It's just a title. We should talk about our own affairs."

Qian Daoliu still gritted his teeth, "Etiquette cannot be abolished!"

I secretly complained in my heart. In all my life, this was the first time I was called "brother" by a kid who was less than 60 years old. Is it wrong to show off my youth because of my strong ability?
When I met him last month, the scene was extremely speechless. Everyone was stunned by what old Jack said and could only force a smile and agree.

After all, this person has a special relationship with my beloved, so just explain it to me.

I looked at the sky and saw that the morning light was already shining through the window screen.

"It's almost time. Go to the front of the temple and go down the mountain with Xiaoxue. You can make the scene more impressive. You two are the protagonists today."

Hearing the voice, Feng Xuan suddenly remembered something.

"How about nine dragons pulling a cart?" After saying that, he lowered his head, as if the number was not enough, at most two dragons would pull a cart.
"Hmm?" Qian Daoliu, who was about to leave, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

Feng Xuan waved his hand and said, "You heard wrong." This really can't be done casually. The Water and Fire Dragon Kings can't be summoned casually.

After leaving the bedroom, I saw Qian Renxue in the corridor, who looked like a goddess. She was wearing the same complicated women's dress, and judging from her expression, she must have tried it on many times.

Seeing him come out, she was waiting for his arrival with joy.

The two held hands and looked at the red carpet that extended all the way to the foot of the mountain.

"Want something fun?"

"According to your."

Feng Xuan laughed loudly and moved his fingers slightly. Angels with spread wings appeared all over the sky, emitting golden light and standing in two rows, forming a road to the sky.

As elders, they all volunteered to come out and lend their support.

With the golden light reflected in her eyes, Qian Renxue also started laughing.

She mobilized the angelic power gained from the divine examination in her body, and six golden wings appeared behind her. The dress on her body was soaked in divine power and transformed into a battle robe.

The true form of Wuhun was released. Different from the appearance of the angel god that Qian Daoliu manifested, the shadow behind her was consistent with it in appearance. A golden angel dozens of feet tall stood in the sky.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan also summoned his martial soul’s true form.

A majestic figure wearing a crown and a yellow robe appeared behind him and stood side by side with him.

Seeing the two of them going down the mountain in such a high-profile manner, Qian Daoliu was extremely excited.

Not only was he happy for his granddaughter, he also saw several familiar figures among the fighting spirits in the sky, all of them were deceased elders.

Including his parents.

"I'm here to see my great-granddaughter~" With a gleam in his eyes, he sighed, "You kid, you really know how to play. I asked you to be more flamboyant, but you almost poked a hole in the sky~"

He took a few steps forward, his eyes sliding from the backs of the two men to the Pope's Palace nearby.

In the divine sense, there was still no one inside. I didn't expect that even if it was her daughter's wedding, she still didn't care.
He shook his head, suppressed his bad mood, and called the brothers in the worship hall to go down the mountain together.

Looking at the martial spirit's true body that was still following the two of them even after getting on the chariot, they couldn't help but smack their lips. They could only say that young people just like to play with flowers and use the weapons of battle as a background.

Guang Ling's eyes lit up, he looked at the longbow in his hand, and suggested: "How about we come too?"

Golden Crocodile curled his lips, "Come on, they look very appropriate. We are either beasts or weapon spirits. How many of us are not scary? And he can hide the Human Emperor Banner, can you?"

Hearing the sound, several people who were originally planning to show off put down their hands.

Indeed, I usually only use this move in battle, and have never explored other uses. It would be embarrassing if I were not proficient in it.

On the way, Feng Xuan and Qian Renxue held the reins with one hand and waved to the people around them who were full of admiration.

Hiding under a gentle face, he secretly complained in his heart, why did he feel like he was paraded through the streets.
The red carpet was laid around the hexagonal central street of Wuhun City, and finally turned back to the hall at the foot of the mountain. After more than an hour, the parade finally ended.

The martial soul's true body also dissipated in front of the hall. With the soul core and cultivation as the foundation, there would be no problem if the martial soul's true body was left there for a day without fighting and just for display.

The two of them entered the hall hand in hand. Countless high-level officials and familiar faces flashed before their eyes. Even Brother Tao sat in the special seats in the second row. As a cardinal and Feng Xuanren's cousin, his status in the Spirit Hall rose.

The people sitting next to him were all very surprised.

Since he was transferred to a small village by the lower levels, his strength has been improving extremely fast. In just one year, he has gone from just breaking through the Soul King level to the current level 58. He is making progress every day.

When they reached the stage, a man came forward and began to recite the blessing. It was Qingluan Douluo.

With a solemn face, he recited various shameful words like a hymn, without blushing or beating his heart, just like a tool.

Originally, a marriage of this level should be presided over by the chief priest or the Pope himself, but now one of them is missing, the other is sitting in the elders' seat, and the second priest is not good at speaking, so he has to let the third priest, Qingluan Douluo, who has the next highest status, take the stage.

Finally, the two of them swore an oath in front of the statue. Golden light emerged from the statue, as if it was very satisfied with it.

Even after completing all this, the meeting still did not adjourn and the ceremony was not over yet.

It was not until the evening, when the sun was about to set, that the event came to an end.

(End of this chapter)