“This is really good news.”

When Ling Yun heard the marriage between Xue Zhengqi and Miao Fenghuang, he nodded with satisfaction and was sincerely happy for the two of them.

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

I just reunited yesterday, and the wedding will be held today. I don’t want to delay this day.

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

As if he saw what Ling Yun was thinking, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help but give him a blank look and argued.

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

But he was laughing in his heart, thinking that there was really no need to be so anxious. They would have to spend at least a hundred years together in this life, and there was plenty of time to be together.

Two innate masters who took the Primordial Pill of the Continuing Beauty and did not encounter such an unintentional disaster, under normal circumstances, living for another hundred years would be like a playful life.

"Let's go quickly, don't let grandparents and the others wait and see."

Miao Xiaomiao looked at Ling Yun's slow look and couldn't help but urge him.

Ling Yun smiled and said, "What's there to worry about? We can't even use two minutes when we rush back to your Miao Village from here."

"You can't fly over!"

Miao Xiaomiao was shocked, and she hurriedly said, "Today is my grandma's wedding. There will be people coming to participate in the dozen villages around us within a radius of hundreds of miles. If we fly over from the sky, we will not be scared to death?"

Miao Fenghuang is the saint of Miaojiang. She wants to get married. It is definitely an extraordinary event for Miaojiang, and there will be no fewer people coming.

"Don't worry."

Ling Yun curled his lips: "Let's fly over invisibly first, find a place near the village where no one appears, and then walk into your village."

“It’s OK.”

Miao Xiaomiao agreed with Ling Yun’s suggestion.

Next, Ling Yun grabbed Miao Xiaomiao's hand again, invisibly flew back to Miao Village slowly.

"What is the difference between your Miaojiang wedding and our Han people? Or, is there anything that I need to pay special attention to?"

On the way back to Miao Village, Ling Yun felt a little confused and asked about Miao Xiaomiao.

To be honest, this is the first time Ling Yun has attended a wedding. Unexpectedly, it is deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, among the most primitive Miao Village in Miaojiang.

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

Miao Xiaomiao knew that Ling Yun attached great importance to it and explained it to him seriously. However, after a few simple words, she was too lazy to talk about it. She simply smiled and said, "But you don't have to think about these things. Today you are a guest of honor, and no one dares to make things difficult for you."

"I know this."

Ling Yun smiled slightly after hearing this. Yesterday, even Miao Fenghuang couldn't make things difficult for him, let alone today?

"What I mean just now is, do I need to prepare a little gift so as not to get blind."

Miao Xiaomiao chuckled: "No need."

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"Wow, this scene is really big. So many people are coming now?"

Three minutes later, Ling Yun and Miao Xiaomiao came over a hill south of the village. He was not in a hurry to land, but released his powerful spiritual sense and enveloped the entire village and a few kilometers around him.

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

Just looking at the posture in front of you, Ling Yun guessed that at least a thousand people would come to attend the wedding today.

No matter men, women, young and old, everyone is wearing the bright and beautiful Miao costumes, with a happy and happy smile on their faces. Inside and outside the village, singing is heard one after another, endlessly.

"This is the match between you Miao people, right?"

Lingyun's history and geography are all perfect, and of course it is impossible for some ethnic minority customs and habits to be unknown at all.

Miao Xiaomiao smiled sweetly: "Yes."

"Then can you sing?"

"meeting."

Miao Xiaomiao smiled shyly inexplicably, and she was so beautiful that she was incomparable.

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 he held it back.

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

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

Ling Yun raised his hand and pointed below. There was a relatively flat and wide mountain road. You could see at a glance that this was the only right road leading to the village. All the people outside who came from all directions came from the fork road to this road, and then entered the village.

At this moment, there was a large group of people standing on the side of the road, all wearing costumes, including two middle-aged men and women, who were smiling and greeting guests from all directions, very enthusiastic.

"You asked knowingly?"

Miao Xiaomiao gave Ling Yun a blank look in anger, then her pretty face turned red again, and she whispered: "That's my father, Emu."

Miao Qing, Ren Hong.

Ling Yun smiled. He did ask clearly, because the people outside the village were not standing there and motionless. They were there to welcome guests outside. There were many older ones who would call their names and congratulate them directly. Those conversations were all in Ling Yun's ears and eyes, and he guessed it.

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

"what ever!"

Miao Xiaomiao blushed and said, "My father, Emu, has never seen the world. Just shout as your parents who shouted Ning'er. If you call us as our name... just shout..."

"Then forget it, it's too difficult to talk. It's better to follow my habits and call me uncle and aunt."

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

Below, Miao Qing and Ren Hong, while warmly receiving guests from all sides, looked up from time to time, looking into the distance, with a faint anxiety between their eyebrows.

"Let's go over, it seems that your parents are worried about you."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yun took Miao Xiaomiao into a dense forest on the side of the mountain road like lightning, appeared, and then while there was no one around, the two appeared quietly on the road and walked side by side towards the village.

The two walked very quickly and only turned a corner. Their figures entered the vision of Miao Qing and Ren Hong.

"Dad, Em..."

Half a year after leaving the village, Miao Xiaomiao met her parents again. Her longing surged and her eyes were already red. She began to run and rushed towards the group of people ahead.

"Ah! Xiaomiao is back!"

"It's a little seedling!"

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

"Wow, who is the person next to Xiaomiao? He is so handsome!"

"Really, there is such a handsome prince outside!"

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It’s the New Year!

Bu Zheng is here to wish you a happy New Year, good health, all the best, and happiness for your family! Momo!
Chapter completed!