Gao case, Xiangling, paper dragon, 'chaotic' dance, black pressure like ants, the crowd is solemn and quiet, the southeast two are two young and middle-aged people holding the god pattern, the whole body of the family clothes, oil paint, incomprehensible inscriptions, printed in the arms to the sky, roaring into the crowd, the god pattern transmits, as if the tarot card of the rapid arrival, roaring again, different god patterns, dividing different people

The two leading young men began to run towards the southeast side, and the clansmen heard the movement and followed the touching god patterns and began to run on the grassland like a long dragon, at first jogging, as the crowd joined more and more, the speed of running became faster and faster, the roar was no longer the leader's two roars, and then they roared wildly, like a pattern, deafening 'desire' in the crowd

Tens of thousands of people rushed as if they had a formation early, like two wild dragons stirring, the outermost is the old man who recites the ancient language, each holding a pillar in his hand, such as a 'stick', incense branches, zili woo, it seems that he has his own thing, no one is idle, compared to the temple, the scene of the wooden fish chanting the scriptures and sacrifices is more lively and serious, so serious that there is no gossip, whether it is such a language, the mouth is the same tune 'door'

The hall pottery is lined up, one by one on the table, the table is set up from high to low, the highest five pavilion pottery is the bone marrow of the ancestors, buried, from the record and there is preservation, the old man in the clan who reads the name of each ancestor is a name is the roar of the sky, a person responsible for carrying the pavilion pottery is like a dancing god, the mouth is chanting, like shouting the soul, as if to wake up the ancient soul

Under the table is a group of people who are authentic and authentic, as well as the family of the patriarch, plus the various clansmen in charge of things in the clan, the costumes are different, the modern and inner 'Mongolian' costumes are combined, some hastily unprepared, but there is no lack of pious heart, roaring, dozens of kneeling and kowtowing, once every ten years to worship the ancestors, all the clansmen who can participate, whether they are from outside the world or not, all from outside

Tired, tired, tired and can't stop, the old man Yun stood solemnly in black clothes, knelt down, and behind him was the three masters of the Yun family, drawing the gourd in the same way, and the living Buddha who left came again, standing on both sides of the table, reciting scriptures, praying for the blessings of the clan, on the farthest platform, Yun Cheng held a real martial sword in one hand, hooked Xiao Ling'er with the other hand, and quietly watched this solemn sacrifice

Outside the 'Meng' Gubao is the warrior guarding the high platform, surrounded by the guards of the 'female' special combat team, Concubine Yun and Feng Tingya are standing on both sides of Yun Cheng and Xiao Ling'er respectively, Xiang Tingting stands beside Feng Qianya, looking at it silently, occasionally looking at the real martial sword in Yun Cheng's hand, it seems to be unremarkable, but when she looks away, her mind involuntarily appears

The identity of Wudang Chuangong belongs to the real high standard, and it is already the greatest respect to the ancestors to be present, and it is impossible to kowtow like the old man Yun, this is the dignity of Wudang, and the family rules must also give way, just like Hutu and Hetu also had to proclaim the Buddha number when they saw the real martial arts sword holding their hands, in order to show respect for the thousand-year-old inheritance, representing the thousand-year-old inheritance, the precipitation of Buddhism, although it is not the right way, but it is not respectful, it can only be put in the heart, unless it is torn in the face

The scorching sun hung the sacrificial rite from 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock in the morning, and the four hours of non-stop reached the most boiling time, two different god patterns of the high pillar were thrown directly into the air, everyone's eyes looked at the high platform, the real martial sword flew out, and instantly stabbed the two god patterns, a few steps jumped like a light feat, holding the hilt of the sword, swinging it into fragments, directly falling into the various clansmen who had already stretched out their hands to the sky

A broken pattern represents a person who has received the most blessings, blessed by the ancestors, the most times are after throwing it with scissors, and then thrown into the air, this time is a real one-shot, it is said that this has been the case in the past, but the modern warrior has long lost this ability, this time to reappear the ancestors, this time once again established the transcendent position of the lineage in the clan

Hutu Living Buddha jumped his brows, the unconvinced in his heart really completely eliminated the Tai Chi Thirteen Swords, just now I clearly saw the huge destructive power of the last sword, this is still only in the air, if you use this move a few days ago, you will not die, you will be crippled, it is worthy of the most outstanding' disciple of Wudang before, and he stepped into the strength of the fourth step of Ning Gang at a young age, what kind of opportunity can he have to reach such a height at such an age

smiled bitterly in his eyes, as Hutu's senior brother, Hetu Living Buddha was also bitter in his heart, he was already very serious about assessing the strength of the old man's apprentices, and now it seems that that day was just a casual play, really desperate, I am afraid that if I can't take 3 moves, I will be seriously injured, I can't compete with Shaolin, but I can also have a certain status in western Tibet, but it is a sad sigh, the fight between Western Tibet and Shaolin has lost the hope of countless living Buddha masters...... I hope that the Tibetan side will not provoke this lord

A pair of vicious eyes stared at the cheering crowd, his eyes were full of crazy hatred, Zahalim lost his position as the acting patriarch and became inferior to ordinary clansmen.

Buried in a huge 'Meng' ancient bag, only to wait until the sacrifice was over, the clan drank together, and paid a move that shocked everyone, and in the military truck parked in the distance, as a 'mixed' health doctor, the foreign 'woman' who was rebelled against was 'exposed' and had to obey the order, never wanting to be tortured by the silver needle piercing body again, and Fenna Fessos, one of the best agents of the CIA, looked at the figure of the young man who had fallen back to the high platform with a complicated look

Terrible, terrible child, terrible strength, and terrible identity, controlled by such a person, if it weren't for his own really usefulness, I'm afraid he would have been killed a long time ago, the captured communication station code is ticking and ticking, although it is not clear what 'tricks' this terrible teenager is going to play, but I can feel that this time I used that Zakharim to blow up the old general who was famous in China, this is definitely a 'yin' scheme

Similarly, this should be agreed to such a terrible plan when the teenager's family needs it, the teenager's IQ is too powerful, if it really grows up, I'm afraid Huaxia will become a forbidden area for secret service organizations all over the world, any means that want to hide will be discovered, and even the hidden poison 'medicine' will be spit out of the stomach, Fenna's really don't know what else the other party doesn't know

I hate this internal action, and I hate this mission, if it's possible, I don't want to come to Huaxia to perform a mission again in my life, it's really terrifying, in the face of a young man who can talk about the secrets in the CIA and FBI as common sense, Fenna is really broken, if you don't know the exact age of the other party, you even have to wonder if the other party has worked in the CIA and FBI for decades, otherwise how can you understand it clearly