The initial arrivals were all demons, after all Hu Yijun was a tiger demon, Gao Xiu was a bear demon, people of the same kind flock together, naturally their relations with demons were better.
However, the southern border land was not the domain of demons, humans, demons, ghosts, witches all were present, and demonic creatures occasionally appeared.
Hu Yijun and Gao Xiu had wide circles of friends, not only specifically befriending demons.
So the subsequent arrivals were of various kinds.
“Seguan Abyss Master Duan arrives!”
“Yinyang Palace Palace Lord, Hongchang True Person arrives!”
“Golden Dragon Temple Abbot, Longsheng Zen Master arrives!”
“Yusang Divine Sect, Yuandu Sect Leader arrives!”
“Mishen Valley Valley Lord, Caodeng Grandmaster arrives!”
These people were general friends, or mainly because their forces were similar, like business associates, mutually supporting the occasion, without deep friendship.
For example, they did not know the details of Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan, only seeing the two had not high cultivation yet could sit in the first row positions, which drew several curious gazes.
“That Seguan Abyss’s Duan Kai is an old ghost of several thousand years, the abyss connects to the earth veins, with no lack of nether yin qi, he does not enter the netherworld, just makes a living in the yang world.”
“Yinyang Dao Palace is a branch of the Dao sect, considered a dual cultivation lineage, but the cultivation theory is even more radical than general yin-yang dual cultivation path, could not mix in the central plains, came to southern border to preach, actually carved out a piece of heaven, not considered unorthodox.”
“Golden Dragon Temple, it is said a great power from the Western Buddhist Kingdom fought with a golden dragon, all the way to southern border, finally subdued the golden dragon, established Golden Dragon Temple, but I think it is boasting, if truly subdued the golden dragon, why not bring it back to the Western Buddhist Kingdom for cultivation?”
“Yusang Divine Sect and Mishen Valley, one practises ancient witchcraft, with long inheritance, one practises spiritual secret methods, taking the oblique path, both quite formidable.”
“Old Hu and Gao Mountain Lord truly have great face, but the invited people also have no great vendettas of life and death, at least will not fight at the banquet.”
With each guest arriving, Qingyang True Person would quietly introduce to Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan, taking on half the host’s role.
“Tsk tsk.” Du Sheng’s eyes flickered, meaningfully transmitting a sound with a smile, “Even the monk who claims to subdue dragons and tigers, universally ferrying sentient beings has come, and can sit together with that fake monk Caodeng, looks like this time’s matter is not small.”
Qingyang True Person nodded, “The matter has not passed long, cannot be unprepared.”
Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan exchanged a glance, then shook their heads, not picking up on Qingyang True Person and Du Sheng’s words.
…
However, with these figures entering, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan truly witnessed Hu Yijun’s wide circle of friends, also saw the intricate complexity of southern border forces, and at the same time recognised Hu Yijun’s astonishing strength.
One must know, southern border was not like Da Jing Dynasty with clear order, in the hundred thousand great mountains forces were intricately complex, no pure good and bad people, no fixed circles.
Hu Yijun although benevolent to those under him, lecturing reason, only showed he had rule consciousness, did not mean he was a pushover.
He was the head tiger!
You could not really treat him as an orange cat!
That day first meeting, glaring to death a group of people, that was his true face.
And today’s arriving guests also could not be purely divided into so-called famous orthodox sects or evil dao sects, but all were powerful forces on one side.
Extremely powerful!
Nothing else said, every leading person entering the grand hall, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan both could not see the depth.
Just speaking of the Mishen Valley they were most familiar with.
This was a sect whose disciples dared to deeply enter Da Jing to cause chaos, that day one sect member nearly annihilated Wuxiu Village.
And today for Hu Zhou’s grand wedding, unexpectedly the valley lord of Mishen Valley personally came to celebrate.
Visible Hu Yijun’s strength even if not as good as that Caodeng Grandmaster, absolutely would not be much inferior.
Hm, no…
Just looking at that Caodeng Grandmaster arranged at the second table, knew his strength possibly was still below Hu Yijun.
…
From wei hour when Qingyang True Person first arrived, to xu hour initial, the last guest arrived.
Guests all arrived, the wedding formally began!
“Dong! Dong! Dong!”
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Drum sounds rumbled, gong sounds rang out.
Suona, dongxiao, bamboo sheng, pipa, yueqin, zhongruan, all sounded together.
Hu Yijun and Gao Xiu sat in the centre, Wang Yuzhi and Wang Muran sat at the sides.
The four all wore auspicious attire, big red base, Hu Yijun in yellow clothes with red sash, Wang Muran in brown robe with red sleeves, Wang Yuzhi wore gold thread embroidered pattern red satin skirt, even Gao Xiu took off the iron armour, changed into a red thread cloud pattern silk embroidered palace gown.
Main seats all sat, already could have the newlyweds enter.
Light candles, burn incense, play music.
The next moment, from outside the main door turned out Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu’s figures.
Compared to the parents’ generation’s attire, the two of them of course were all in red.
Hu Zhou wore big red gold-trimmed long robe, hair in reclining tiger bun style, head with bright silver tiger head crown, stepping forward, full of heroic spirit.
Gao Junyu head with flying feather gold phoenix crown, body in gold thread red cloud hundred pleat skirt, draped with a gold thread red glow light gauze shawl, corners of mouth with smile, rarely showing a touch of feminine charm.
“Good!”
“Congratulations congratulations!”
“Heaven-made match!”
“Look very compatible!”
“Early birth of noble son!”
“Strength not bad, Dingfeng Mountain has successor!”
Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu under guidance walked from the grand hall door all the way, came before the four parents at the main seats.
Then an old gentleman turned out from the side, unfolded a piece of congratulatory speech in hand, cleared his throat a bit, and recited loudly.
Four-character couplets, six-character parallels, ornate rhetoric, elaborate phrasing.
The old gentleman had no cultivation, voice resounding through the grand hall, also had a sound amplification spell cast on him.
“…”
Lu Zheng dared to guarantee, this article even if not personally written by Wang Muran, certainly had passed his review and revision.
Because in the whole venue only he one person listened nodding and swaying, full face of enjoyment.
As for others, even Lu Zheng found it quite laborious to listen, let alone the hall’s crowd.
Lu Zheng’s eyes slanted, and saw the same table’s various big shots also all had dilated pupils, faces of bewilderment.
Extremely fortunately, Wang Muran still had sense in his heart, this article was not long, full text not over a thousand characters, soon finished reading.
“Good!”
“Good article!”
“Well said!”
“Truly matches today’s wedding!”
Article read finished, the old man withdrew.
The next moment, below the stage immediately a piece of applause and cheers, especially led by the just now full face bewildered Qingyang True Person and Du Sheng.
Hm, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan naturally also were among them.
“Good article, as expected of a Confucian elder, this parallel prose, written truly with brilliant literary talent, moreover with sincere emotion, moving people!” Lu Zheng clapped and sighed.
Liu Qingyan: ←_←
Congratulatory speech ended, then continued the subsequent wedding steps.
Offer incense, pray and worship, lead the rite, worship the hall.
Similar to the wedding process Lu Zheng attended that day at Lusui River God Mansion, completely consistent in structure and steps.
Did not know if southern border was deeply influenced by Da Jing, or because of Wang Muran.
Of course, compared to Lusui River God Mansion’s wedding, this wedding although more grand, but in minute details instead somewhat inferior.
Lusui River God although strength not as good as Dingfeng Mountain and Feixiong Mountain, but after all was a formally enfeoffed river god of Da Jing, in ceremony and details’ attention, far more familiar than Wang Muran this not even passed the imperial exam, nor from a scholarly family Confucian scholar.
The process lasted half a shichen, wedding ceremony ended, Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu were sent into the bridal chamber.
While the wedding banquet guests, only then discovered Dingfeng Mountain attendants appeared one by one, each holding a large wine jar, pouring wine for the crowd.
The next moment, wine fragrance permeated.
Hu Yijun four people all raised their cups together, inviting the crowd of guests, “Many thanks to fellow friends for the congratulations, please drink this cup fully!”
“Please!”
