Right in front of this Taoist statue, I will witness your marriage!"

After receiving Liang Yan's agreement, Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun both looked happy, and regardless of the monks from the Qianyuan Holy Palace around them, they both knelt down in front of the statue of Taoist Patriarch.

"The Taoist ancestor is above, heaven and earth are the proof, and Brother Liang is the witness."

"I'm Lu Congyun!"

"I am Lin Shanjun!"

"I wish to be a Taoist couple forever, support each other, and join the Taoist path together. In this life, we will never be in trouble!"

The two people's voices overlapped, and although they were not loud, they resounded throughout the entire valley. Ah-Dai was seriously injured, so Lin Shanjun reached out to support him, and they kowtowed three times together in front of the 100-foot-tall Taoist statue.

During this process, Liang Yan always held his sword at his side, and the whole valley was silent.

No matter whether it is Master Yunli, the masters of the three halls, or all the Jindan elders, there are some who look angry, some who are confused, and some who shake their heads silently, but no one dares to step forward to interfere.

After Duan and Lin Shanjun finished worshiping the Taoist statue, they both stood up, came to Liang Yan, and knelt down directly.

Liang Yan wanted to dodge sideways, but suddenly remembered that he was now the person to marry these two people, so he had to accept it calmly.

The couple bowed to him, helped each other and stood up, only to hear Lin Shanjun say softly: "Cong Yun, although this is my sect, you adopted me and taught me back then."

Master Chen has passed away long ago, and now these brothers and sisters all regard me as a scum of the sect. But I no longer want to forget the grudges and resentments of these years. From now on, I only want to accompany you to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers.

I will never return to this southern land again."

After hearing this, Ah-Dai's expression changed slightly. After a while, he slowly turned his head and said to Liang Yan, "Brother Liang, let's go."

"Walk!"

Liang Yan didn't look back, and kept staring at the monks in the valley. The four flying swords above his head were clanking, as if someone who dared to take a step forward would become the soul of the dead under the sword.

The three of them did not say goodbye and fled, but just walked slowly down the mountain path.

A group of monks from the Qianyuan Holy Palace followed behind, many of whom had gloomy faces or angry expressions. However, with Liang Yan's sword in hand, no one dared to step forward even though they were covered in blood.
Chapter completed!