Qingling, a major capital city in Yanzhou, is prosperous and lively, singing day and night.

The wide streets are full of pedestrians, including people in all kinds of fancy costumes, practitioners wearing black cloaks and carrying large swords, and businessmen with smiling faces.

From time to time, there will be a gorgeous sedan chair passing by on the street, and the people inside will open the curtain, revealing a beautiful face, and next to the sedan chair are surrounded by guards, and I don't know whose noble lady has gone out again.

The goods in the shops are lined up one after another, dazzling, and the restaurants are staggered, singing and dancing, and the sound of silk and bamboo surrounds.

Qingling City is one of the three major cities in Yanzhou, and it is naturally extremely prosperous.

As he walked alone through the bustling streets, his ears filled with shouts and shouts, as if he had lost touch with the world.

Mo Nan just crossed the boundary of Shuozhou a few days ago and came to Yanzhou, and he finally came to Qingling, and he traveled through mountains and rivers for a year just to reach Qingling.

And today, half of the people in Qingling City are gathered outside the altar Shangguan clan sacrifices to the sky, and Shangguan sacrifices to the sky once every ten years, and every time it is grand.

There is an ancient altar in the center of Qingling City, there is a bronze tripod in the center of the altar, and the body of the tripod is engraved with various strange characters, and the bronze tripod is shining at this time.

On the altar, a woman with a colorful feather on her head and an ox's tail in her hand circled and danced, and on their side were several young and powerful young men beating drums and drums.

An old man stood on the side of the altar, although he was in his old age, and his sideburns had been dyed white by the years, the old man still looked strong and powerful, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

Suddenly, the old man shouted in a deep and powerful voice: "Sacrifice to the sky." ”

A wisp of golden smoke came out of the bronze tripod, rising slowly, although the golden smoke was very thin, but it seemed to have life for a long time, rising straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the golden smoke disappeared, and everyone did not know what was going on, but they saw one man standing on the other side of the altar.

The old man was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "You can't stand there, it will affect the sacrifice!"

But the man didn't seem to hear it, but drew his sword behind his back and looked at everyone.

Everyone looked at Mo Nan, and Mo Nan ignored this gaze and stepped forward step by step, and suddenly a golden light appeared, and a person appeared in front of Mo Nan.

The man was dressed in a black embroidered gold robe, with a tall posture, a majestic posture, and a heroic air exuding between his eyebrows.

"Now go back and act as if nothing has happened. The man clutched the scabbard in his hand and looked at him with awe.

Menan ignored him and continued to walk forward, ignoring the fact that someone was pointing a sword at him.

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The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed, and the man's long sword blocked in front of Mo Nan, and said coldly: "Go back." ”

Menan ignored him and continued on his way.

"I told you to go back, did you hear that?" The man looked at Mo Nan's eyes with a chill, and he had no doubt that he would be able to kill Mo Nan in the next second.

Everyone looked at Monan to see how he reacted.

Mo Nan paused, then stopped, turned his gaze to the man and smiled indifferently: "I know you won't do it." ”

Everyone looked at Mo Nan and muttered, is this little ghost really not knowing whether he is alive or dead?

"Why do you think I won't make a move?" the man sneered.

"Because there is no blood here, and seeing blood at the time of sacrifice is a great omen. Mo Nan replied seriously.

The man was speechless, unable to refute, indeed, if he had already done it at ordinary times, where would he have let Mo Nan live until now.

"Hao'er, you come back first. An old man stopped.

Shangguan Zihao was reluctant in his heart, but he still withdrew his sword and glared at him viciously before leaving the altar.

The old man turned his head to look at Mo Nan standing on the altar and asked, "What do you want?"

"Is there a person named Shangguan Zichuan here?" asked Mo Nan, looking around at everyone present.

The old man frowned when he heard Shangguan Zichuan's name, and then asked, "What are you looking for him?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I want him to die. Mo Nan said lightly.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the silence was so quiet that a pin could be heard, what was this kid talking about? He actually wanted the eldest son of the Shangguan family to die? This clearly showed that he was here to smash the field.

The most important thing in the world is to watch the excitement, and the onlookers are also not too big to see the excitement, they want to see how the famous Shangguan family in Yanzhou will deal with this matter.

The old man's expression on the altar suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at Mo Nan and said coldly: "I see that you are still young, you don't know the Shangguan family." ”

"I know," Mo Nan looked at the old man's gloomy gaze, and said without the slightest timidity in his eyes, "One of the three major families in Yanzhou, it also has a place in the Shendu government and the opposition, it is really powerful." ”

Although Mo Nan said flattering words, there was no trace of admiration in his expression and tone, more like an irony.

"Then do you know what you're doing now?" the old man continued to ask with a dark face, if he was stunned, he was sure to let Mo Nan leave, and then wait for the sacrifice to end, and kill him.

But this kid in front of him understands all the stakes, and he can't just say a few words.

All the people of the Shangguan family present gritted their teeth and felt extremely aggrieved, if it weren't for the fact that today was the once-in-a-decade ceremony of sacrificing the heavens, it was extremely important for the family and could not be reckless, otherwise how could they be swept away by this kind of person.

"It's just to let Shangguan Zichuan die. What Mo Nan said was an understatement, but the Shangguan family felt that it was a great shame.

The people of the Shangguan clan in the audience looked at Mo Nan and gritted their teeth, if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't do it, they would have come up to kill Mo Nan thousands of times to vent their hatred.

"Patriarch, let me come. A man walked up to the altar and said to the old man, who nodded and left the altar.

Mo Nan saw the person who came, dressed in a delicate ink-colored robe, with a gold thread embroidered cangluan on his chest, smiling, polite, not handsome.

Mo Nan looked at him as if he had returned to the day when blood splattered a year ago, the blood flowed down the steps, and the two old men were covered with scars from the ravines, staring at their eyes, but there was no sound, and in front of the two corpses, there was a person who looked like Shura.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he were from hell, and he looked like the man in front of him with a smile on his face.

But Mo Nan knew that they were the same person! The anger in his heart was once again surging like a tide, and hatred also rose to his brows.

"What is the purpose of disturbing my Shangguan clan to worship the heavens?" Shangguan Zichuan walked in front of Mo Nan and asked politely.

"How many more times will I say it, I just want you to die. Monan's tone was mixed with a hint of anger.

Shangguan Zichuan smiled and said calmly: "There is always a reason for everything, why do you want me to die?

"Because I want you to be buried with my parents. Mo Nan's expression was indifferent, but the tone of his voice made people shudder. ()

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