Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 237
"Could it be that you still call him Ye Tianshi now?"

The Pope shook his head, it turned out to be because of this.

Jiu Lan blushed, "We're not married yet...so..."

"Haha, then today is an auspicious time! How about I be a witness?"

The audience was silent, and Ye Feng also yelled in his heart.

If Jiu Lan objected, it would mean not giving the Pope face, and if she did not object, she was afraid that Ye Feng would disagree.

After all, Ye Feng has a yin married wife, and from Fatty's tone, there are many people who like him...

"It's... all up to the Pope, and it also depends on whether Brother Ye is willing to marry me today."

Jiulan threw this hot potato to Ye Feng, Ye Feng was also dumb, what should I say.

"Haha, he is willing to take you away in the hands of the Witch King. It's too late for him to be happy when we get married today!" The Pope said with a hearty smile, "Although I don't know the names of you young people, it seems that Master Ye is not. How can you be called Brother Ye when you are old?"

There are ten thousand alpacas galloping in Ye Feng's heart, why is the Pope so entangled in the question of titles!
"Then... official?" Jiu Lan was also a little at a loss.

"Although I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, the young couples in the witch religion don't call them officials anymore." The pope seemed to be teasing Jiu Lan.

Jiulan's face instantly turned red to the base of her neck, "Husband..."

A mouthful of blood stagnated in Ye Feng's chest, and he almost vomited it out.

The Pope laughed out loud, as if he was very satisfied with this title, and waved his hand at the same time: "The people of the Witch Cult obey, today is the day when the first warrior in the history of the Witch Cult takes away the saint, and a banquet will be held, and a big wedding will be held!
Everyone, don't get drunk! "

The Pope spoke, looked down on Ye Feng, and those who thought Ye Feng was cheating had nothing to say.

Moreover, Ye Feng did show his own strength. In one second, he unleashed three swords in a row and pierced through the wall. This was absolutely impossible for anyone present.

Since the pope spoke and the saint also wanted it, it could only be a blessing.

The audience cheered and started to go out to make arrangements, while Ye Feng looked at Fatty and Jiu Lan in bewilderment.

The helplessness flickered in the fat man's eyes, and the meaning was obvious: "You kid has incurred another peach blossom debt."

The next process is easy to say, worshiping heaven and earth to get married, everything follows the ancient system, but the most difficult thing is entering the bridal chamber at night.

During the toast, Ye Feng drank vigorously, trying to get himself drunk to avoid entering the bridal chamber at night, but unexpectedly the Pope gave a very "intimate" order that everyone is not allowed to let Jiulan and Ye Feng drink. If they find out, the canon will take care of them.

So Ye Feng even lost the chance to drink...

After a whole day of tossing around, when she entered the bridal chamber at night, Jiu Lan sat by the bed with a red hijab on her head.

Ye Feng also sat beside him awkwardly, not knowing where to put his hands.

Even though he has been in the world for so long and has caught countless ghosts, he is still a blank slate in the face of this matter between men and women.

Moreover, he didn't want to betray Xia Shihan either.

"Ahem, um, we're just holding a wedding, and we didn't get a certificate or anything. You don't have to take it too seriously." Ye Feng said a little embarrassed.

Jiu Lan didn't make a sound, but said softly: "Don't you take a look at my red hijab?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really impolite to speak like that." Ye Feng lifted Jiulan's red hijab.

Today's Jiulan is so beautiful.

She stood up and slowly turned around in front of Ye Feng. She was wrapped in a bright red dress, but it was cut properly. It was specially made for Jiu Lan's figure, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The skirt was pleated. The pleats are like snow and moonlight flowing lightly on the ground, and the gait is more than three feet, making the gait more graceful and soft.

The three thousand blue silks are tied up with hair bands, a butterfly hairpin is inserted in the head, and a strand of blue silk hangs on the chest. The powder is thinly applied, which only adds to the color. The faint feeling of red leaves on the cheeks creates a kind of pure skin, which is as delicate and lovely as petals. , the whole person is like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, and like clear ice and snow.

"Am I good-looking?" Jiu Lan asked in a low voice.

Ye Feng swallowed, and replied with a hum.

It has to be said that Ye Feng has seen countless beauties. Both Xia Shihan and Yuan'er are considered to be top-notch beauties, one intellectual and generous, the other smart and cute, but today's Jiulan has a special beauty.

"Isn't it worse than your yin married wife?"

Ye Feng nodded.

"Compared to those girls who like you?" Jiu Lan asked nervously.

Ye Feng still nodded: "You are very beautiful."

"Phew." Jiu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, showing a bright smile: "It's good that I didn't embarrass you."

"It's not embarrassing me, it's a fake after all..." Before Ye Feng could say anything, Jiu Lan's thin lips covered Ye Feng's lips.

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and he was about to push her away, but her hug became tighter and tighter.

Her eyes flicked out of the window.

Someone listens to the room.

Listening to the room is also an item in this ancient wedding. On the wedding night, we secretly eavesdrop on the conversations and movements of the newlyweds. The movements and words we hear are used as jokes after dinner. This kind of thing must be a good friend of the bride and groom. Only then, even the longer you keep it, the better the life of the newlyweds will be in the future.

If there are overnight watchers, the groom's parents will reward them early in the morning.

In case of rain and snow, when the listener cannot come, the groom's mother has to stand at the door of the bridal chamber with a broom in the middle of the night, pretending to be a "listener".

According to legend, on the wedding night, no one "listens to the room", which hinders the future.

Now the people who are listening to the room outside are Jiulan's representative - the Pope, and Ye Feng's representative - Fatty.

But the moods of these two people are completely different. The pope is trying to make the newlyweds better, while the fat man is praying that Ye Feng will never do anything to offend Xia Shihan.

Jiu Lan's ears were sensitive, and Ye Feng also saw the shadows of the two of them reflected on the window, and couldn't help but complained incessantly.

"Husband, can we enter the bridal chamber?" Jiu Lan's lips slowly let go of Ye Feng, and then asked softly.

Ye Feng thought for a while, the play has done this, and he couldn't fail here, so he hummed.

This sound is just for people outside to hear.

Afterwards, Jiu Lan even tore off her belt, and the bright red dress fell off to the ground, revealing her near-perfect figure.

"Let's go, Brother Wang, let's go to the bar!" The Pope is not a voyeur either, so he thinks it's all right, so he put a broom under the window and dragged the fat man to drink.

The fat man sighed, it's over, this lunatic is going to lose his grip.

After the two left, Ye Feng hurriedly picked up the fine clothes on the ground, and put them on for Jiu Lan again.

"Okay, let's sit overnight tonight. I'll leave tomorrow. You can choose to go back to Guan's house. Guan Xie will continue to take care of you." Ye Feng said, and meditated on the bed.

"Tianshi Ye... Am I worse than those girls around you?" Jiu Lan asked with a feeling of frustration.

Ye Feng shook his head, "Not bad."

"Then being with me, did you feel wronged? Is it because my background is too low to be worthy of you?" Jiu Lan still asked reluctantly.

"You are Guan Xie's junior sister, and you are also the saintess of the witch religion. You are not of low birth."

"Is it because I'm an orphan?" Jiu Lan mentioned this, clutching her heart.

"No, I'm an orphan too. And the word orphan seems to be a curse now, so there's nothing to mention." Ye Feng smiled and took out his mobile phone, "Do you have WiFi here? I haven't contacted my wife for a long time. "

This sentence extinguished all the flames in Jiu Lan's heart.

In Ye Feng's heart, there is only one wife.

I can't walk into his heart by myself.

Jiulan smiled bitterly: "In this witch religion, the ancient style has always been maintained. There is no WIFI, and any modern things stop outside the cave."

"Oh, well, I'll contact her tomorrow when I go out." Ye Feng put away the phone, as long as Jiulan understands.

I only came here because of that promise, and I only have appreciation for her, but no love for her.

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Ye Tianshi for saving me today, and Jiulan will definitely repay it in the future." Jiulan made a blessing and hugged her quilt to the ground.

"No, just sleep on the bed, I don't choose a place to meditate." Ye Feng jumped out of the bed and let her go up.

Jiu Lan shook her head, "You just finished solving the family affairs, and you flew here again. You didn't stop for a moment on the road, so just sleep on the bed."

Ye Feng couldn't resist her, but he couldn't bear to sleep on the bed, so he had to meditate next to Jiulan's floor.

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This witch cultist really maintained the simple and simple folk customs. Once the matter of Ye Feng was over, everyone showed great enthusiasm.

Especially the pope and suzerain, they have no pretensions at all, and they are in harmony with their congregation.

After three rounds of drinking, the homemade rice wine was really strong, and the fat man was already a little dizzy. Zhao Zongzhu pulled the fat man, and asked grinningly: "Brother Wang...the warrior of the saint...is in good health. Not bad right?"

"That's a must! The madman's body, just now!" The fat man continued to brag.

"Haha! That's good, that's good! I put a piece of acacia incense in the incense burner of their new house. I'm afraid Mr. Ye will crawl out tomorrow..." Zongzhu Zhao said heartily.

The fat man stared in a daze after drinking, and asked what acacia incense was.

"Acacia incense...is the secret spice of our witch religion, it can make a man seven times a night...haha, but according to Young Master Ye's body, twenty times a night is definitely not a problem!"

Hearing this, Fatty Wang was half sober. Damn, now Ye Feng is completely sorry for Miss Xia.

"Don't listen to him, you old man!" The pope said drunkenly from the side, "It's the first time for the saint, how can she come so many times... But if Mrs. Ye is really healthy, fifty times will be fine." Maybe, hahaha!"

The fat man kept complaining in his heart, these old guys really couldn't even hold the steering wheel when driving.

But lunatic, don't worry, I will definitely not tell this matter, you can enjoy it tonight...

(End of this chapter)