Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

"This...this is a pure difference in cultivation level. I'm afraid I'll never catch up in this lifetime!"

Looking at the garden full of flowers brought forth by Qimen, Zhou Sheng murmured to himself, speaking both to Zhou Meng beside him and to himself.

Of course, he was not Zhang Huaiyi, and he never thought of catching up with Zhang Zhiwei.

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi was also staring blankly at this scene. He had fought Zhou Sheng last time and won with great difficulty. He thought to himself: This seems to be a Qimen technique. I wonder if Zhou Sheng can imitate it.
Most of the guests in the courtyard couldn't understand the mystery behind it; they just found it incredible, like a miracle.

However, some people think that this is just a very clever illusion. To verify it, he walked to a cluster of blooming peonies and picked a peony flower.

The petals felt incredibly realistic, leaving him with no room for error. He then brought the flower to his nose and sniffed it.

In an instant, a rich floral fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Some skilled illusionists can deceive the senses of sight, smell, and touch. He was still not giving up, so he opened his mouth and ate the flower. As he chewed, the sweet and slightly astringent taste spread on his tongue.

He finally realized that these were real flowers, and everything around him was real. He stared at the scene in disbelief, his mind filled with various legends and stories about Zhang Zhiwei.

This man knew of Zhang Zhiwei's reputation, but no matter how much he heard about it, nothing beats seeing it for himself. Now that he had witnessed it, he immediately revered Zhang Zhiwei like a god. From then on, Zhang Zhiwei gained another devoted fan.

Zhang Zhiwei made such a commotion outside that it alerted the guests inside, who all rushed out to see what was happening.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei's figure not far away, many people wanted to go over and pay their respects, but when they thought about the fact that it was the wedding of the young master of the Lu family, they felt that it would be too impolite of them to ignore Lu Jin, the groom, and go over to pay their respects to Zhang Zhiwei, the best man. Moreover, it would undoubtedly make the young master lose face.

At that moment, Wang Ai, one of the groomsmen, saw Guan Shihua in the crowd. His face lit up with joy, and he immediately stood on tiptoe and waved his arms vigorously.

Guan Shihua initially wanted to pretend she hadn't seen it, but seeing Wang Ai waving her hand, she didn't want to attract too much attention from those around her, so she could only wave back in response.

When Shi Hua'er responded to her, Wang Ai was overjoyed and beamed with happiness.

Lu Ci, still dragging him along with the hoe, saw this scene and whispered, "Who said they only wanted to grow big and strong and didn't care about these trivial matters?"

"Who said that?" Wang Ai looked around in confusion. "Who said that? I don't remember. Was it you? Or was it Senior Brother Zhang?!"

"Alright, look at your pathetic self," Lu Ci said irritably.

"You're not much better than me!" Wang Ai said, pursing her lips.

"Fatty, don't force me to beat you up at Lao Lu's wedding," Lu Ci said angrily.

"The wedding ceremony is about to begin, what are you two doing?" The head bridesmaid noticed the situation and glanced over.

King Lü and King Wang exchanged a glance and both stopped.

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Zuo Ruotong, who was originally talking with Old Master Lu, noticed that Old Master Lu kept glancing out the window. Understanding the situation, he got up, helped the old man up, and walked to the window to look outside.

Old Master Lu was already very old and frail. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked out the window. As far as the eye could see, the entire Lu mansion had transformed from a solemn winter into a vibrant spring in an instant.

New buds sprout from the withered branches of the old tree, and hundreds of flowers compete for beauty; the scene is like a dream.

"This was all done by young friend Zhiwei from Longhu Mountain." Master Zuo, fearing Old Master Lu might have forgotten Zhang Zhiwei, added, "He's Brother Jingqing's disciple..."

"Master Zuo, I'm not senile yet!"
A dazed expression appeared on Old Master Lu's wrinkled face, and a glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy old eyes. He murmured:
"The Little Celestial Master, he's a disciple of Celestial Master Jingqing. I've often heard of his reputation; he's truly remarkable. Speaking of which, the last time I saw the Little Celestial Master was when..."

Old Master Lu thought for a moment, a nostalgic smile appearing on his face: "It was when I turned eighty. At that time, he already had an invincible presence, single-handedly defeating everyone and even giving pointers to everyone."

"He even slapped Jin'er so hard she cried, hahaha..."

Many people present knew about this old story, and when the old man mentioned it, they all smiled kindly.

"This is indeed a memorable event," Zuo Ruotong said with a smile.

"Now that so many years have passed, his skills have become divine," Old Master Lu exclaimed. "To witness Jin'er's wedding with my own eyes, and to see such a miraculous performance at the ceremony, makes my life worthwhile. I have no regrets! No regrets at all!"

The old man repeated "I have no regrets in my life" twice, his tone filled with satisfaction and contentment, which moved the listeners.

“With Lord Lu’s current health, he’s in great shape. He still needs to hold his grandson for Jin’er,” Zuo Ruotong said with a smile.

"No, no, it won't work."

Grandpa Lu waved his hand and laughed, "I know my own body best. I'm almost a hundred years old, I've lived enough. As for Jin'er's children in the future..."

He wanted to say that he was afraid he would have to trouble Master Zuo to take care of Lu Jin's child. But he swallowed the words back.

Because the Lu family rules stipulate that all Lu family members must not pass on their skills to outsiders or their descendants, this means that Lu Jin's children cannot enter the Sanyi Sect unless they have an extraordinary opportunity.

The ancestral rules could not be broken, so the old man could only keep his worries to himself and let out a soft sigh.

Zuo Ruotong, being a man of great stature, could discern the old man's thoughts simply by observing his expression. He smiled slightly and said gently yet firmly:

"Don't worry, Lord Lu. Jin'er is my disciple, and Jin'er's child is my grand-disciple. As long as I, Zuo Ruotong, am alive, I will take good care of him."

These words are tantamount to making an enormous promise!

Old Master Lu looked at Zuo Ruotong. As one of the few remaining senior figures in the martial arts world, he naturally knew the weight of Zuo Ruotong's words, given her mastery of the third level of the Reverse Life Realm. His lips trembled as he nodded heavily.

"With Master Zuo's words, this old man... can rest assured!"

"Alright, the auspicious time has arrived, the wedding ceremony is about to begin, and it's time for us to make our appearance." Zuo Ruotong said, straightening her robes.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Lu also became more energetic, and the group went out.

…………

Inside and outside the Lu residence, flowers bloomed in profusion, filling the air with their fragrance. Zhang Zhiwei's ability to make flowers bloom with a single thought had just brought the festive atmosphere to a climax.

The guests, amazed, turned their attention to the newlyweds and the formal ceremony that was about to begin.

The auspicious time has arrived, and drums and music are playing in unison.

The main hall of the Lu residence was already decorated in a solemn and luxurious manner, with red carpets laid out on the floor and guests gathered on both sides, most of whom were extraordinary people.

Seated in the main seat was Lu Jin's grandfather, Old Master Lu. Although he was nearly a hundred years old, his face was radiant and his eyes were full of joy.

To his left sat Lu Jin's parents, Lu Xuan, and his wife.

Lu Xuan was excited and could not hide his joy.

Madam Lu looked at her son, who was about to get married, with tears in her eyes. Lu Jin had left home at a young age, and she hadn't taken care of him much, often feeling guilty. In recent years, Lu Jin had also taken many risks, and she was extremely worried about him at home.

Originally, Lu Xuan felt that his son's cultivation was rapidly improving and he did not intend to rush into arranging a marriage for him.

But Madam Lu was afraid. The situation had become increasingly chaotic recently, and she worried that her son was reckless and would risk his life with that little Taoist master. So she wanted him to get married first. With a family, a wife and children, he would be able to settle down and not venture into dangerous places.

That's why he brought up the childhood betrothal and, together with the Lin family, pushed for it, which led to this wedding.

To the side and slightly in front of the main seat at the wedding, a special seat was set up for today's officiant, Zuo Ruotong, the head of the Trinity School.

He was still wearing a white robe, his expression solemn yet gentle, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, exuding the air of a grandmaster.

The master of ceremonies for the wedding was a highly respected elder of the Lu family. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "The auspicious time has arrived, the newlyweds shall perform their rites!" The surrounding musicians played their instruments, and under the watchful eyes of the guests, Lu Jin and Lin Yu walked side by side into the main hall.

Lu Jin, dressed in a sharp suit, looked even more upright, his handsome face flushed with a mixture of nervousness and happiness.

Lin Yu, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with her red veil still up, walked with an elegant posture, displaying the demeanor of a well-bred lady.

This is truly a simple and straightforward fusion of East and West... Zhang Zhiwei chuckled to himself. Soon after, it was the turn of his groomsmen and bridesmaids to make their appearance, following behind the newlyweds.

Zhang Zhiwei's appearance added countless glories and attention to the wedding, and many people were whispering among themselves.

Soon, the newlyweds stood in the middle of the hall.

Seeing this, the master of ceremonies sang again: "Bowing to Heaven and Earth! We are grateful for the blessings of Heaven and Earth, which have granted us this auspicious union!"

Lu Jin and Lin Yu turned around and bowed deeply towards the direction of heaven and earth outside the hall.

"I bow to my parents again! I thank them for raising me; their kindness is as heavy as a mountain!"

The two turned to the main seat and bowed deeply once again to Old Master Lu and Lu Xuan and his wife.

Finally, Madam Lu couldn't hold back any longer and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Lu Xuan nodded repeatedly, his excitement evident in his words.

Grandpa Lu stroked his beard, a broad smile on his face.

"Husband and wife bow to each other! May their love be harmonious and their hearts forever united!"

Lu Jin and Lin Yu faced each other, slowly bowed, and paid their respects to one another.

After the three bows were completed, enthusiastic applause and blessings resounded in the hall.

Next comes the most important part: the wedding ceremony.

Zuo Ruotong slowly stood up and walked to the newlyweds.

His gaze swept gently over Lu Jin and Lin Yu, his voice clear and steady, resonating throughout the entire hall:
"Lu's son Jin, Lin's daughter Yu."

"Your union is a match made in heaven. Today, before all the guests, we perform this grand ceremony to formally bind you as husband and wife."

"I, Zuo Ruotong, am Jin'er's teacher, and I am honored to officiate at her wedding today."

"I hope that you two will respect and love each other from now on, and be of one mind and one heart. May the husband be righteous and the wife be obedient, and may you cultivate harmony both at home and in the outside world."

“Jin’er, now that you have entered my tutelage, you should know the weight of the words ‘keeping your promises and keeping your word.’ Now that you have a family, you should cultivate yourself, manage your household, take on your responsibilities, protect your wife and children, bring glory to your family, and live up to all that you have learned in your life.”

"Lin Yu, you are gentle, polite, and virtuous. I hope that you will be a good wife and mother, thrifty and hardworking, and that you and Lu Jin will support each other through thick and thin and build a happy home together."

"From this day forward, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, you two shall stand hand in hand, faithful to each other."

May you be like this garden full of flowers, full of vitality; and like the evergreen pine and cypress, enduring and steadfast.

"This is proof!"

As Zuo Ruotong's voice faded, enthusiastic applause erupted throughout the hall.

Zuo Ruotong pressed her hand down, and the hall instantly fell silent.

"Thank you Master!"

Lu Jin bowed deeply.

Lin Yu, who was under the veil, also bowed slightly to express her gratitude.

Then, guided by the emcee, the newlyweds served tea to both sets of parents and Grandpa Lu, addressing them as "Grandpa," "Father," and "Mother," etc.

The elders smiled and accepted the tea, drank it down in one gulp, and then took out red envelopes or valuable gifts that they had prepared beforehand, stuffed them into the hands of the newlyweds, and said auspicious words such as "May you have a son soon" and "May you grow old together."

Once this procedure was completed, the master of ceremonies announced loudly, "The ceremony is complete—send them to the bridal chamber!"

In an instant, the guests in the hall erupted in applause and offered their blessings.

Amidst laughter and blessings, Lu Jin, holding a red ribbon, led Lin Yu slowly towards the bridal chamber in the back hall.

Lu Xuan and his wife were busy greeting the guests and taking their seats, as the banquet was about to begin.

As Grandpa Lu watched his grandson get married, he felt immensely gratified, realizing that he had no regrets in this life.

After the newlyweds were led to their bridal chamber, the grand banquet in the front courtyard of the Lu residence officially began.

Zhang Zhiwei, Zuo Ruotong, Old Master Lu, Lu Xuan, and other important figures such as the leaders of various sects and the heads of aristocratic families were naturally seated at the main table.

Lu Ci, Wang Ai, Zhang Huaiyi, Tian Jinzhong and other younger people were at another table, where they had already started drinking.

Lu Ci complained, "I'm telling you, Old Lu, that's not very nice of him. He only had a few drinks and then disappeared, leaving us brothers all alone at the empty table! When he comes out, we're going to make sure he drinks a few more times!"

Lu Ci's brother, Lu Ren, was also present. He chuckled and said, "Little Qi, you don't understand. A moment of pleasure on a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

Feng Ping chuckled, "That's right, that's right! Brother Lu doesn't have time to deal with us right now. He's probably whispering sweet nothings to his bride!"

Lu Ren laughed and said, "You guys should just shut up. Today is Lu Jin's big day."

The banquet was lively, and the guests began to toast each other, forming their own small circles.

Lu Ci nudged Wang Ai with his elbow: "Fatty, what are you still hesitating for? Go on, hurry up! Northeastern women love men who can drink, go drink with Guan Shihua!"

"Yes, yes, go quickly! Don't be a coward!"

"Be more alert!"

"Well done!"

“Don’t lose points!”

……

Alcohol emboldens even the most timid, and Wang Ai drank quite a bit. With encouragement from those around him, he immediately joined in, holding his wine glass, and went to the table where Guan Shihua was.

Guan Shihua was having a lively conversation with several friends from Northeast China, drinking heartily and in a very boisterous manner.

"Shihua, it's been a long time!" Wang Ai's chubby face beamed with a fawning smile.

"Wang Ai, it's been several years since we last met." Guan Shihua saw Wang Ai holding a wine glass, so she stood up, clinked glasses with him, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Good, good! You're truly worthy of being from Northeast China! Fatty, aren't you going to keep up?"

Guan Shihua's friend at the table laughed loudly. Everyone at this table knew that the fat man had a crush on Guan Shihua. Even those at the next table who didn't know before, after hearing Lü Ci and the others' jeers, now knew. (End of Chapter)