On the street, a convoy that stretched for several miles drove forward steadily with double flashes, and the momentum was astonishing. The roar in mid-air attracted everyone's attention. When they looked up, they saw dozens of helicopters suddenly appearing, moving slowly, following the convoy.
go ahead.
A long red banner hung from the helicopter, with many blessings written on it, such as "Congratulations to the chief sect leader on his wedding," "Good luck and good luck for a hundred years," etc., which was full of festive atmosphere.
Seeing these behemoths, the onlookers were even more surprised, "Look, there are helicopters in the sky, and they are also here to pick up the bride."
"Oh my God, this is the first time I've seen this posture. It's so awesome..."
The convoy circled the city and arrived at the main helm of Huamen. The salute at the door rang loudly, the firecrackers were lit and crackled, and smoke filled the air.
As the salute sounded, dozens of helicopters in the sky dispersed and flew around. Immediately afterwards, the cabin door opened, and someone kept dropping brand-new hundred-dollar bills.
The banknotes were fluttering like snowflakes, and the sky turned pink, causing many citizens to shout in surprise: "Look, what is that?"
"It seems like banknotes..."
When they saw that those pink pieces of paper were really hundred-dollar bills, a group of people were excited and shouted extremely excitedly: "It's really money, it's raining bills..."
"Ah...a lot of money..."
These banknotes are all genuine banknotes. They are red envelopes distributed by Zhang Xiaofeng and his wife to the citizens of Kunming City, totaling RMB 100 million.
Before the banknotes fell to the ground, many citizens stretched out their arms to catch them. They were all ecstatic, thinking that Huamen was so awesome that they actually used airplanes to drop money.
After the firecrackers were set off, a group of brides got off the car, entered the main helm, and went straight to the hall where the ceremony was held. They were as graceful as willows in the wind.
The hall was newly decorated. Except for an extra golden nanmu coffin, it was not much different from a normal wedding. A huge composite wedding photo was hung in front of the hall. Ximen Lang was sitting on the wicker chair in the middle with a smile.
There are many beautiful brides, just like newly married emperors.
At this time, many guests had gathered in the hall. The former Xiaotian Gang leader Qiao Santai and his son, as well as his sister Qiao Yuzhi, also came over. The brother and sister were heartbroken over Ximen Lang's sudden death. However, what happened was that it was too late.
He had no choice but to accept this reality and comfort Zhang Xiaofeng and his wife in a low voice.
The brothers and sisters also have another identity, they are the father of the bride Qiao Ling'er and the mother of Qiao Yu'er. The two brothers and sisters really have mixed feelings about their daughter getting married in this way, but they feel that it should be this way. Since they have chosen, they should not give up.
Twenty-two brides walked into the hall and stood in a row on the right side. Looking around, they all looked like flowers.
On the left side of the hall, Zhang Juanjuan holds a memorial tablet holding his younger brother Ximen Lang, representing the groom. The wedding ceremony was presided over by the respected Feng Buzhi. He said in a deep voice: "Everyone, today is a happy day for the head of the Huamen. Please be quiet...
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In the silence, Feng Buji continued: "The Huamen is unfortunate and has lost its talents. I believe everyone knows that the head of the Ximenlang sect passed away not long ago, but many beauties ignored him and were willing to hold a ceremony with him.
For the wedding, on behalf of the whole family, I would like to thank you very much..."
The wedding was proceeding step by step. At nine fifty-eight, Feng Buji said loudly: "The auspicious time has arrived. I pray to heaven and earth, please come forward, the bride and groom."
Zhang Juanjuan carried her brother's memorial tablet and walked over. More than 20 brides also came over and saluted the many guests with the sound of "bowing to heaven and earth".
"Two bows to the high hall..."
There were a lot of parents on both sides of the couple. On the groom's side alone, there were Zhang Xiaofeng and his sixteen wives, sitting on chairs, forming a line.
There are twenty-two brides, and naturally there are also many members of the natal family, including the Qiao family brothers and sisters, the heroes of Northeast China, YN President Wu Mingxu, the Crown Prince and his wife of Thailand, Chang Nan Gong Lie and his wife of Shangjiang, etc.
Fortunately, the space on the stage was wide, and dozens of people sat in a row to receive the salutes of Zhang Juanjuan and a group of brides. Among them, the mothers of many girls felt sad in their hearts and had tears in their eyes when they looked at their beautiful daughters.
After all, my daughter is walking a path full of darkness.
"Husband and wife pay homage..."
Zhang Juanjuan and a group of brides turned around at the same time and bowed again. According to the custom of country Z, they are considered husband and wife after bowing to heaven and earth. Based on this, the twenty-two girls have become Ximen Lang's wives.
The golden nanmu coffin was still placed in its original position, but no one in the hall expected that there was already one more person in the coffin.
The sound of worshiping heaven and earth reached the coffin, and Rose nodded slightly, thinking secretly: "Brother, I have worshiped heaven and earth with you, and I am also your wife..."
"Hahaha..." A burst of ferocious laughter came from the air outside, surprising everyone in the hall. Many people came out quickly and looked over.
I saw a huge wooden kite floating in mid-air with its wings flapping. There were actually people on the platform above, including an old man, a young girl, a pair of twin boys, and five young men.
The nine people were all wearing ancient robes, which looked quite strange, as if they were filming a costume movie and TV series. The old man at the head had white beard and long sleeves, and he looked like a living god, but he was the master of the generation.
The person driving Feng Yuan this time was not Yun Qing, but a young man with curly hair and a serious look. Yun Qing was standing next to her master, wearing special gloves with the Frost Flower Sword on her back, and her bright eyes were full of indifference.
She looked at the people below. She said loudly: "Old Wuwu of the Kunlun Sect is here. Everyone from the Hua Sect quickly come over and kneel down." No matter the tone or the tone, it was extremely unreasonable.
In the Huamen Idiom outside the hall, there were Ma Jiabao and others known as Xiao Qijue. The sudden death of the chief sect leader made them extremely sad, especially Rao Yingping, who had already tied her heart to Ximen Lang, but he died prematurely.
Passing away from this world made the love in her heart that had not yet blossomed and bear fruit wither in an instant...
The seven people looked at the girl talking on the giant kite with curious eyes. They all felt that the girl looked familiar and her voice was not unfamiliar, as if they had seen her somewhere.
In the flash of lightning, Rao Yingping recognized who the high-ranking girl was, and shouted in great surprise: "Yun Qing...are you Yun Qing?"
The chubby little monk Hao Tong shouted: "It's really Yunqing, yes, it's her..."
Yun Qing looked over and found Xiao Qijue. Her eyes immediately became complicated, but she didn't say a word.
Feng Buzhi walked out of the hall surrounded by a group of members of the Huamen. He looked at the sky with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice: "I wonder why you are here?"