Liu Buli was merely joking.
But he hadn't expected his foolish disciple to take it seriously. Blushing, he nodded vigorously and said, "Master, if we were to hold another wedding ceremony, I would have no objections! However, should we inform the Grand Elder? Didn't he nag you for a long time last time when we got married in secret? While I don't mind this at all, I don't want Master to waste time with him, so..."
"So what? So you actually want to marry me a second time?" Liu Buli was amused by him, shaking his head. "Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't. Firstly, the implication of a second marriage is rather unpleasant. Secondly, if we didn't have a grand ceremony and only a few people attended, a second wedding would be meaningless. But if we were to have a grand celebration, we'd have to consider if the events of Shen Muzhi's wedding would occur. Not only would the mindless people in the cultivation world join in and speak carelessly, but the demon race might also appear to disrupt things. Just thinking about that scene makes me angry; it would be too troublesome."
What he said was indeed the truth.
Even with his dullness, Lu Wuming could see this.
His initially high spirits plummeted instantly. Lu Wuming pouted and replied earnestly, "If anyone dares to say unpleasant things, we can just tear them apart. As for those demons, if they show up without any regard for their lives, let them die together. Wuming can handle these matters, Master need not worry."
"Of course, I know you can, but that would be our wedding. Would it be appropriate to have a wedding filled with bloodshed and corpses?" Liu Buli sighed. "Thinking about that scene makes me feel very uncomfortable. So, it's best to maintain the status quo. I don't want to gather everyone. There are too many hypocritical beasts in the cultivation world, and I'm too lazy to interact with them. Your thoughts should be no different from mine, right?"
Lu Wuming was silent for a moment, then finally nodded honestly.
What Liu Buli said was correct; if the wedding turned out that way, there would indeed be no need to hold it again.
Thinking this, he looked down at Liu Buli's appearance again. Lu Wuming pouted and said, "Not having a wedding is actually quite good. After all, Master looks too beautiful, and Wuming can't bear to let others see you."
"Isn't that perfect then?" Liu Buli smiled, pulling Lu Wuming into the courtyard. He dug out the wine jar he had buried earlier from under the peach tree and held it up to Lu Wuming. "Let's just celebrate our wedding anniversary today. This is wine brewed by your Master myself, and it tastes very good. You should try it too. Drink a little less, don't get yourself drunk."
Lu Wuming's tolerance for alcohol was poor; everyone knew that. Even though it had improved slightly now, if he drank too much, he would still end up unconscious.
Liu Buli knew this very well, and Lu Wuming himself was certainly aware of it. He immediately blushed and shook his head, saying, "Master, don't worry. Wuming still needs to paint for Master later, so of course, I can't get drunk like this."
Liu Buli smiled.
His eyes revealed deep affection, but he didn't react to Lu Wuming's words.
This foolish disciple of his truly lacked brains.
At this point, why was he still thinking about painting?
Although the wedding attire wasn't as exquisite as his, and he hadn't worn a wedding dress like him, from his perspective, Lu Wuming's current appearance was extremely beautiful, the kind that filled one with desire.
With the atmosphere built to this point, how could his mind still be on such pure matters?
Liu Buli sighed inwardly with a hint of helplessness, but looking at Lu Wuming's face, he said nothing. He simply refilled both their cups and smiled, "Try the wine first. Your Master put a lot of effort into brewing it, so you must give me face and try it properly."
Lu Wuming quickly nodded and, imitating Liu Buli, raised his cup.
They clinked their cups and drank the wine within. It had to be said that the wine Liu Buli brewed himself was indeed much better than what was sold in taverns.
At least in terms of taste, it was on the sweeter side, which Lu Wuming could accept.
After several cups of wine, Lu Wuming felt his head starting to spin and immediately waved his hand, signaling that he couldn't drink anymore.
He wanted to get up to fetch his painting supplies, but unexpectedly, Liu Buli walked over to him and sat on his lap.
Reaching out to embrace Lu Wuming's neck, those two lips landed a kiss on Lu Wuming's lips. Liu Buli chuckled and said, "Wuming, thinking about other things on our wedding night, it seems my charm isn't enough?"