At the moment when the jujube red horse rushed into the greenhouse, Bai Manshuang turned over with a harrier, flew off the jujube red horse, and rolled down in the grass next to him.

In the flames, the jujube red horse rushed into the greenhouse like crazy, only to hear the crying and scolding of many people, the sound of pain, and the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground, and the fragrance of various dishes and soups diffused in the air.

When the jujube red horse rushed out again, the greenhouse was already billowing wolf smoke, the flames kept rising into the air, and people kept running out of the greenhouse, rolling and climbing, embarrassed.

"It's over! it's all over!" cried an old man in his sixties with a wrinkled face, "What about the feast?

A few young people who rushed out tried to rush in while pouring water on the greenhouse, rescuing the meals prepared for the banquet, but after the rampage and trampling of the jujube red horse, it was already a mess.

The sacrificial ceremony in front of the ancestral temple is underway, everyone kneels outside the door, and the style, the language of the wind and the sound of the wind are in the hall of the temple, burning incense and bowing.

The smoke billowing from the greenhouse in the distance, coupled with the shouts of the people, rose and fell, as if a battle had just ended, and the chaos was chaotic, attracting the people in front of the ancestral temple to look back.

Bai Lotian stood up and saw the greenhouse in the distance, which was billowing wolf smoke, and suddenly thought that Bai Manshuang had asked for flint just now, and left in a hurry, and said secretly in his heart: "It's bad, it must be her playfulness that caused a big disaster!"

As the fireworks continued in the distance, the clansmen kneeling outside the gate finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they stood up one after another, grabbed the road, and looked for water everywhere to put out the fire.

Hearing the noise outside, the style frowned, hastily finished the salute, turned to look, and found that the people outside had already run away, and he roared angrily: "What about people? Don't you want to live?"

Style angrily stepped out of the ancestral temple, raised his eyes to see the greenhouse in the distance blazing, the voices of people were boiling, and people kept carrying buckets and running over to put out the fire, he shouted: "What the hell is going on?"

A young man ran over from the rolling belt, knelt down in front of the style, and replied with a crying voice: "Tell the sect master, the greenhouse is on fire, and our banquet is in vain." ”

After a while, the fire in the greenhouse was extinguished, and the people walked back to the ancestral temple, where they sat on a chair with a righteous hum, their hands clenched into fists, their eyes like knives, and their faces stern and resolute, while the words of the wind, the sound of the wind, and Bai Lotian stood beside him.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" the style slapped the table in front of him, making a "pop" sound, and everyone's hearts were twisted.

"Tell the Sect Master, just as we were preparing for the feast, a horse suddenly galloped over--- perhaps frightened, and it rushed straight into the greenhouse, and trampled all the food on the ground. Oh, yes, like there's a girl on horseback. ”

"She must have done it on purpose! Bring her up, I must make her worse than dead!" Style's face turned pale and trembled, disrupting the grand ancestor worship ceremony and making him furious.

In front of everyone's eyes, two young men dressed in fancy clothes, carrying a young girl in a blue dress, came over, and they threw the girl in front of the style, "It was she who stole our horse, lit the silk on horseback, broke into the greenhouse, trampled on the food, and messed up the feast." ”

Bai Lotian took a closer look and couldn't help but take a deep breath, sure enough, it was Bai Manshuang, she had a big disaster this time. He glanced at Professor Wind Whisper beside him, and Professor Wind's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe his eyes, and his face was shocked.

"Why are you doing this? Is it someone who instructed you to deliberately sabotage our ancestor worship ceremony?" The style forced to look at Bai Manshuang, his hands clenched into fists, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"I, I didn't mean to, I just thought it was fun. Bai Manshuang replied timidly, and she knelt on the ground with her head bowed.

"Hehe, it's fun! You're in trouble. Style stood up and faced the crowd, "Everyone said, what to do with her." ”

"Kill her, kill her!" the crowd roared like a tsunami, echoing throughout the valley.

"According to our law, if you destroy the ancestor worship ceremony, you should be killed, otherwise you will be sorry for your ancestors. Style's nose twitched, his eyes half-closed, a little angry, a little excited.

The most angry thing is the rumor, he didn't expect such an accident to happen, instantly disrupting his plan, it was originally a seamless and perfect plan, but it was all in vain, his teeth were clucking, he really wanted to kill this stupid girl with his own hands, he could only take one step at a time.

Seeing the style, he was about to wave his hand and give an order, at this time, Bai Manshuang's life was hanging by a thread, the entire square was unusually quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at the sect master's style.

Bai Lotian walked past Professor Feng and came to the front of the style, "plopped", knelt on the ground, next to Bai Manshuang, "I'm sorry Sect Master, it's all my fault, the flint was given to Bai Manshuang, it has nothing to do with her, if you want to kill me, kill me." ”

"You mean you instructed, don't you?"

"Even if it's okay, it's none of her business, let her go. Bai Lotian continued.

Bai Manshuang saw Bai Lotian kneeling beside him, and when he heard his words, his face was slightly red, he didn't expect Bai Lotian to stand up for himself, not afraid of killing his head, and hurriedly said: "It's not Dr. Bai's business, it's what I want to do, I'm just playful, get into trouble, kill me." ”

"What a mess, push it out for me and kill it all!" the style slammed the table and yelled.

At this time, Professor Feng Zhiyu flashed out and knelt on the ground, "The two of them, one is my student and the other is a child who has nothing to do, it is my poor education, and the blame lies on me. With that, the Whisper of the Wind leaned over to the ground and said no more.

Style sighed, "That's it, that's it, it's good and bad." The son is back, this is a great joy, there is still a chance to worship the ancestors, the ancestors are kind-hearted, virtuous and thin, I believe that the ancestors will not blame, get up!"

Seeing this scene, Fengsheng was a little disappointed in his heart, he wanted to let them kill each other, and then look for a chance to fight back, he didn't expect that the style would forgive them so easily, what made him unbelievable was why Bai Manshuang did this, it seemed unintentional, but in fact, it deliberately ruined his plan.

Bai Lotian knelt down, Bai Manshuang was taken aback, they were originally meeting in Pingshui, just like the rainbow and the lake, the sky and the earth embraced, she never expected Dr. Bai to do this, for a girl who has never known her life, she is willing to be punished, and even show her life. When the cool breeze passed over her cheeks, a warm current suddenly surged in Bai Manshuang's heart, flowing to every cell in her body, immediately from head to toe, producing a numb and crispy feeling, that feeling was unprecedented in this life--- her heart was beating faster, full of happiness, she couldn't help but get closer to Dr. Bai, it seemed that she could hear his pounding heartbeat, seemed to be able to feel his breathing, she smelled a man for the first time!

There was a whisper from the crowd, and someone was whispering, with a puzzled look on their faces.

"Kindness is the tradition of the wind department, acceptance is the arrangement of God, facing is the best choice, following the changes of nature, walking our own way, we will always find a better home. Style stretched out his hands and raised his head to the sky, "Accidents are a warning from God, and we will respect nature more." Alright, it's all over, let's move on to the ritual. ”

With a wave of the style sleeves, he led everyone to step into the ancestral temple again, bypassing the incense case and sacrificial ranking, walking to the ** of the ancestral temple from the side, along the back that has been opened, along a corridor made of wooden roofs, and came to a double wooden door.

With a "squeak", Style pushed open the door and stepped in, followed by everyone.

The sound of the wind walking beside Professor Feng chuckled in his heart, isn't this the "Houshan Holy Cave"? Thinking of the bizarre experience last time, he almost lost his life, and put the wind sheep in it, his curiosity suddenly swelled.

"This is our most sacred 'Houshan Holy Grotto', the Holy Grotto existed long before the arrival of our Wind Ministry, and it is the 'Wurong Wise Man' who has led our descendants of the Wind Department through countless disasters and all the way forward. This is a forbidden place, and no one is allowed to set foot in this place without the permission of the 'Wise Man of Wurong'. A few years ago, the 'Wise Man of Wurong' left us, and in order to commemorate his wisdom, I have the courage to lead everyone to come here to pay tribute to him. ”

"It was here that the 'Wise Man of Wurong' sent me to the outside world. Professor Feng whispered in a sudden realization.

"Yes, said the 'Wise Men of Urong', you sat on the wings of a great bird and flew away from here. From now on, the world is different from my Arabic language. Style sighed.

"Where did the 'Wurong Wise Man' go?" Bai Manshuang asked curiously, leaning his face over.

"No one knows, he disappeared without a trace, maybe he went to find a way to save the canyon, and never came back. A smiling old man interjected.

The "Houshan Sacred Grotto" is topped by an arched dome, and in the center of the hall is a long table with seven tributes, and in front of the tributes are three pine oil lamps.

Above the table is an oval ship with a semicircular metal sail, and at the bow stands a man of short stature, whose head is disproportionate to his body, wearing a wide-brimmed hat in the shape of a boat, and holding a short sword engraved with a bronze five-pointed star, his head held high, and his eyes angled upwards at an angle of 45 degrees, where the center of the vault is located.

The silence of the Holy Cave was shattered by a few "Didi" sirens, and the sound came from Professor Wind.

"What the hell is going on?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Professor Feng.