The wedding of the next head of the Qibao Glazed Sect, the Queen of the Tiandou Empire, was not grand, on the contrary, it was a bit shabby.

According to Ning Rongrong's request, no grand ceremony was held and no fuss was made.

She just informed the Tiandou Empire and turned Qin Jian into the legal royal husband.

All other rituals are performed in a closed manner within the Qibao Glazed Sect.

He did not ask for blessings from tens of thousands of disciples, nor did he ask the sect to prepare a banquet.

In the meeting hall of Qibao Glazed Sect, the two of them were wearing snow-white attires and accepted the testimony of Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

This pair of dresses is an enlarged version of the royal etiquette test they took part in back then.

Ning Rongrong has always kept the original version and is not willing to throw it away.

There were only a dozen or so people watching the ceremony, all of whom were high-ranking officials closely related to the Qibao Glazed Sect.

Such as Bone Douluo, who no longer has the energy to compete with Sword Douluo, and Gu Yue, who has long lost his jealousy towards Qin Jian and only has admiration for him.

"Rongrong, don't you feel aggrieved by such a simple ceremony?" Qin Jian grabbed her hand and asked.

"Don't think so..."

The smile on Ning Rongrong's flawless face was beautiful and satisfied: "Actually, a long time ago, before we were recognized by Tears of the Ocean, when we got engaged, in Rongrong's heart, you were already my man.

All your life."

She blinked: "Now, it's just a ritual!"

Qin Jian finally understood that he had already obtained Ning Rongrong when she was only ten years old.

Over the years, I have been hesitant, confused, jealous, and sour. The only thing I have not experienced is regret.

In the end, it all settled down into a love that is now almost one.

What more could you ask for!

Qin Jian held her little hand tightly, as if he had grasped the whole world.

"If you put it this way, as a father, wouldn't I be called uncle by Jian'er for so many years in vain?" Ning Fengzhi sat in the first place and teased.

Qin Jian's eyes moved away from Ning Rongrong's profile and looked at Ning Fengzhi.

He slowly showed a warm and friendly smile: "Thank you for your trust over the years, thank you for being willing to hand over Rongrong to me, thank you...Dad...Dad..."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned when he said "Dad". He quickly rubbed his eyes with his hands: "I am really old, my eyes are a bit sore."

He also watched Qin Jian grow up. Over the years, he was like half a son.

He has never doubted Qin Jian, even when Wuhun Palace and Qibao Glazed Sect were facing each other.

It wasn't until this moment when Qin Jian called him daddy from the bottom of his heart that he suddenly realized that this could be considered a real kind of perfection.

"Grandpa Jian, what should Rongrong call you in the future?"

Hearing Qin Jian calling Ning Fengzhi's father, Ning Rongrong suddenly smiled and looked at Jian Douluo: "Should I follow Brother Jian's call?"

Sword Douluo's icy face was unusually soft on this day: "Rong Rong can be called whatever he wants."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and smiled: "Then I will call Brother Jian teacher, so that Dad and Grandpa Jian will be of the same generation!"

Sword Douluo: "..."

"In this case, Rongrong will still call me Grandpa Gu from now on. I am a generation higher than Old Man Jian, hahaha..."

Bone Douluo's laughter made Sword Douluo's face darken three times.

"You're already married and yet you're cheating on Grandpa Jian!" Ning Fengzhi shook her head helplessly.

"Let's go, Brother Jian!"

Ning Rongrong grabbed Qin Jian's hand and left: "The ceremony is completed, it's time for us to live in the world of two people!"

Qin Jian never expected that the wedding, which he thought would be a grand one, would end up being so simple.

Until Ning Rongrong dragged him out, he was still confused.

"This little girl Rongrong has returned to her original nature."

Ning Fengzhi smiled happily: "Their relationship has already transcended these rituals. There is no difference at all whether they have it or not."

"For so many years, we have watched them go all the way, from falling in love to separation, then meeting, trusting, staying together, and finally joining together. What a cycle."

Sword Douluo looked at the backs of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong, and his sword intent gradually became stronger.

"The sword will kill, the sword will protect, the sword will reincarnate..."

"I...enlightened..."

Seeing Sword Douluo's aura getting stronger and stronger, Bone Douluo almost cursed.

Who is the teacher and who is the apprentice between this old guy and Qin Jian? Why can Qin Jian achieve big breakthroughs every time?

"In terms of talent, I'm really not as good as Old Man Jian..."

Bone Douluo pulled Gu Yue and left, covering his face: "When it comes to accepting disciples, I am even worse..."

Gu Yue was silent for a moment: "Teacher, if you compare me with Qin Jian, aren't you insulting him? Who among us can compare with him?"

Bone Douluo was speechless.

"I can understand how Uncle Jian feels..."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, and the fluctuations in his soul power gradually increased: "Seeing them walking all the way, the ups and downs have passed, it feels like a lifetime has passed, so complete..."

He smiled slightly: "Of course, more importantly, the rules of this plane are different. As long as the realm is sufficient, breakthrough becomes much easier."

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were both on the verge of breakthrough, Bone Douluo...

"Yue'er, why don't you go have a relationship and show it to the teacher?"

Guyue: "..."

Qibao Glazed Sect, the place where mimicry is practiced.

"Rongrong, did you even choose your wedding room so casually?"

Qin Jian looked at the tent in front of him and was truly speechless.

"How can it be casual? It is obviously the most meaningful!"

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips: "I fell in love with Brother Jian here, and I also want to leave her to Brother Jian here."

Qin Jian blinked: "As long as you like it."

Ning Rongrong took his hand and sat down on the cloud bed.

Although she lived in a simple tent, this bed... was her own big bed, soft and comfortable.

Ning Rongrong suddenly glanced at him a little shyly, then quickly turned her head away.

"What's wrong, Rongrong?" Qin Jian asked.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned slightly red: "It's just...it just feels a bit...awkward..."

"Why is it embarrassing?" Qin Jian asked strangely.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue: "In the past, I couldn't stop the sexual attraction. This time, I want to be a husband and wife in a serious way. I feel... well... it's just as strange as wanting to complete the task."

"What's weird?"

Qin Jian laughed dumbly and reached out to hold her gently in his arms: "We had the closest relationship to begin with, but now we are just closer."

He looked down and saw that under the light of the red candle, Ning Rongrong's face was as crystal clear as jade, as white as snow.

At this time, she was sitting on his lap, her eyes trembling slightly, her eyes like water, soft and unreasonable.

In the past, she had only tried it superficially and could only watch him and others explain it in a simple and superficial way. This time, it was her turn to feel the strange impulse.

Qin Jian just gently stroked her bare back and smooth long hair, which made her cheeks covered with a light pink color, making her look even more delicate.

"Have you been waiting for this day for a long time?" He laughed softly.

"No!"

Ning Rongrong didn't say anything angrily and raised her head.

But at this moment, a warm kiss kissed her thin lips, and the strong masculine scent settled on the tip of her nose.

"Woo..."

Her face suddenly turned red, her heart was beating fast, and there was a surge of heat in her body.

It wasn't the first time they kissed, but this scene was their wedding night, and it was like a long-awaited dream that made her intoxicated.

Kiss down.

Ning Rongrong breathed lightly and lay in Qin Jian's arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her pretty face as red as cherry blossoms.

The two of them were close to each other, and the fragrance from her body floated into Qin Jian's nose, making him lower his head involuntarily and sniff her neck, wanting more.

Ning Rongrong walked all the way with his nose pressed against her neck, smelling his strong masculine scent close at hand.

A strange feeling came out of my heart, and my face and body felt warm. My slender legs couldn't help but close together, and my body twisted slightly.
To be continued...