Chapter 280 Zhaojia Village, I Haven't Had a Wedding Banquet for a Long Time, Teacher, I Will Treat You Today

After hearing this, Ci Song was stunned as if struck by lightning.

At this moment, Ci Song seemed to truly understand some of the truths contained in the four sentences of Hengqu.

"Perhaps they were willing to sacrifice their lives for this wish in their hearts. Even if people in later generations forget them, what's the problem? If they can see that future generations are so peaceful and happy, and the world is peaceful, they will definitely feel gratified."

Ning Ping'an's voice became softer, "They are all great heroes."

"Great heroes..."

Ci Song murmured these three words, and he admired the tens of thousands of Taoist disciples in the holy realm, as well as the Confucian First Sword and others. Thinking of their heroic deeds and heroic spirit, they fell in these endless history books, and even their names have never been mentioned.

"Everyone has to die since ancient times, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history."

Ci Song murmured, then lay on the haystack, asking himself, "If there is really a day when I need to sacrifice my own life to save all living beings in the world, will I choose to sacrifice myself?"

"Using my own life to exchange for the entire world, this deal sounds very profitable, but is it worth it? If people in the future forget me and no one mentions me anymore, what is the point of doing this? Is it worth sacrificing my life for a group of irrelevant people?"

Ci Song murmured to himself, as if asking himself, and as if asking Ning Pingan.

"Maybe we will never face such a choice, but if there really is such a day, I believe you will make the right choice."

Ning Pingan did not give a clear answer, but his words made Ci Song feel very relieved.

Yes, if there really is such a day, Ci Song believes that his choice will not be wrong.

"Okay, it's your turn to drive. I'll take a break."

"Okay."

Ci Song also got up from the haystack, patted the dust off his body, and pulled the reins of the ox cart over. Ning Ping'an covered his face with a bamboo hat and lay on the haystack to rest.

As for where to go, Ci Song was not worried, because he had learned during this period that the green-headed ox pulling the cart was not an ordinary poultry. It seemed to be familiar with all the routes. Along the way, Ning Ping'an did not use the whip on the ox cart, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.

In this way, Ci Song drove the ox cart towards the border of Daliang. Although there were not many storms along the way, he encountered no less than ten robbers. Ci Song killed them all without any mercy.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and they soon arrived at the border of Daliang. They also stopped to rest temporarily in a small village called "Zhaojia Village".

When the ox cart slowly drove outside Zhaojia Village, Ci Song heard the sound of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers, which was very lively.

"What's going on?" Ci Song was a little confused.

"It should be a happy event in the village." Ning Ping'an also wondered.

Soon, the ox cart entered Zhaojia Village. At this time, they found that there were many people gathered in the square in the village. These people were all wearing red festive clothes, and everyone had a smile on their face. It looked like they were welcoming a bride.

"It's indeed a wedding." Ning Ping'an said.

"Then this spirit and this scene, it seems that the people welcoming the bride are very particular. They even hired drummers. Generally, only wealthy families would do this when welcoming a bride. This Zhaojia Village looks quite poor, but I didn't expect that they are quite observant of etiquette."

Ci Song looked at the drummers in the square and said with a smile.

Ning Pingan looked at Ci Song with a smile on his face and said, "You look so happy. Do you want to watch how others welcome the bride so that you can marry Mo Yao in the future?"

"Yes, but not entirely. I haven't had a wedding banquet for a long time. Teacher, I will treat you today."

"I knew you would think so." Ning Pingan drove the ox cart and stopped it under an abandoned shed in Zhaojia Village. Then he and Ci Song came to the place where the wedding procession was.

The wedding procession put out twelve gifts and a big rooster with embroidery wrapped around its chest, and placed it in front of the bride's door, and then rang and fired cannons.

"Enter the door!"

Someone in the team shouted, and then a woman in a red wedding dress came out from the front of the door. The woman covered her head with a red veil and walked slowly forward until she came to the big rooster, then stopped. As soon as the woman came out, the crowd immediately exploded, congratulating the woman and surrounding her.

Then, the woman walked onto the big red sedan chair that was waiting for her. Everyone around was laughing and cheering, and the whole team began to move forward.

Ci Song and Ning Ping'an did not leave immediately, but waited for the wedding procession to leave completely before they followed in the ox cart.

But while waiting, Ci Song noticed something unusual. The bride actually walked out of the house alone. Where were the bride's family members?

What puzzled Ci Song even more was that they were clearly here to welcome the bride, so where was the groom?

If he remembered correctly, according to the ancient wedding ceremony, the groom should ride at the front of the team, and the bride should sit in the sedan chair behind the groom's horse.

Is there a difference between the etiquette here and what he has learned?

"Teacher, do you feel strange?" Ci Song said.

"The bride is not followed by her family members, and the groom has not appeared." Ning Ping'an naturally found something unusual.

"Could it be that the woman has no family, so only the bride was sent..."

Before Ci Song finished speaking, a middle-aged man appeared in the bride's home. He looked at the wedding procession going away, sighed slightly, and then closed the door.

"It seems that your guess is wrong." Ning Ping'an said immediately.

Seeing this, Ci Song frowned slightly, because he saw despair and helplessness in the eyes of the middle-aged man just now.

"Teacher, I think there is a problem."

When Ci Song turned his head and was about to communicate with Ning Ping'an, he saw Ning Ping'an walked behind several aunts in the village and listened.

"Alas, Zhao Wu's daughter is so miserable. She is only thirteen years old this year and has been arranged for a ghost marriage."

"That's right. Everyone knows that the most beautiful girl in the whole Zhaojia Village is Zhao Wu's daughter. She could have married a good family, but she didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

"Is there any way? Who made Zhao Wu's daughter just reach the marriageable age this year? I heard that it was introduced by the village chief. The village chief is really profit-driven."

"Yes, the village chief is not a good guy either. He knows how to curry favor with the powerful all day long. He will get retribution sooner or later."

"This world, alas."

Listening to the conversation between the aunties, Ci Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that ghost marriages actually existed in this world, and such a thing actually happened in front of him.

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