The cold wind blew more and more intensely as the days passed, and after months of uneventful life, the panic caused by the misfortunes of the Clan and ThunderClan months ago was gradually subsiding. The party that the world had classified as an evil spirit was once again hidden.

At the end of the year, people of all ethnic groups are busy to the fullest. Especially the Qian, Kun and Dui clans, the first two are powerful and heavy, and the latter has countless wealth, plus their people live and work in peace and contentment, rich in food and clothing, and they have not been in the pain of losing the king. At the turn of the old and the new, the streets and alleys are full of joy and various celebrations are busy.

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"Ouch, my little young gentleman, why are you still hanging out here," Cang Shu grabbed Xuan Min and pushed him back, "Go take a shower and change clothes, it's not early, and it's too late." ”

"Eh, Grandpa Cang, what about the books you brought me. ”

"Shaojun, after tonight, you can go to the tower to get it yourself. Cang Shu squeezed his eyes at him, "What are you anxious about, business matters, go quickly." ”

People come and go in the courtyard, those who carry water, those who repair wood, and those who sweep the floor...... Everyone was busy up and down. By the time Huang Shu came out of the bedroom, the already uncertain sky had already darkened. She let out a sigh and rubbed her hands together.

"Don't freeze, don't freeze. ”

"Thank you, Sister Momoko. Huang Shu took the hand warmer she handed over, tucked it into her sleeve, and held it in her hand.

Momoko smiled, lowered her body, and straightened the collar of the brocade yellow cloud pattern robe, "Our female monarch has grown up, and in a blink of an eye, she has grown into a beautiful girl." She stood up, "Alright, it's your big day, let's get over early." After speaking, she took Huang Shu's hand and went towards the prayer garden.

The hexagram flag, the family emblem, and the dragon flag star map are stretched out in the wind, and the night sky is full of twinkling stars.

On the high altar, Gu Yi, who was dressed in a blue sacrificial robe, held Yugui with both hands and raised it to his chest. Behind him, four scholars sat on their knees. He glanced at Shui Qinghui, who was also looking at him in blue clothes, swept the children of the clan one by one, and turned back.

He knelt on the straw mat, held up the jade gyu, recited the sacrificial words in his mouth, knocked on the ground with his head, and bowed three times. Gu Yi put Yugui into the water in the bronze bowl on the table, picked up the bronze bowl, held it high above his head, and walked slowly around the sacrifice table.

The stars in the sky are shining brighter and brighter, and countless stars are all over the sky, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it. Although Zejiang lowered his head, he was also a little surprised by such a grand occasion. It seems that this year's batch of children have been favored by God, and the stars have never been so brilliant in previous years' entrance ceremonies.

Zejiang put down his raised hand, walked up to a bachelor, knelt down, carefully tilted the copper bowl filled with water in his hand, and poured the water into the glass cup in the bachelor's hand.

When the cups of the four bachelors were full, Ze Jiang put down the copper bowl, stood aside, looked at the stage, and raised his hand to signal Ze Hui, who was the leader, to go up.

Zexi sat on the periphery, holding his cheeks, and watched his brother lead everyone step by step towards the third-level altar. She saw that the second brother was passing by the second-level altar and looked at the mother on the side. Mu Jun smiled slightly and nodded to him.

Feng Jiajia lifted the long green crisp brocade cloud robe a little nervously, and walked towards the first bachelor.

This is an old man, with a kind appearance, which makes people feel at ease. Jiajia watched as he put his index and middle fingers into the water, dipped his hand in the water, and put a little bit on her head, sprinkling some water on her face.

She walked to the next bachelor in turn, and the group moved slowly, and finally down the steps back to the bottom of the stage.

Feng Xuyan and Yang Qing stood side by side on the altar, looking at their daughter with a happy face, and the same cyan gorgeous dress lined her more gently.

The priest went to the middle of the altar, and with the sacrificial staff in his hand, chanted in a loud voice:

"The third era of the dragon seal, six or seven years

Fortunately, the stars shine and bathe in grace

Inherit and nurture the spirit, and the sparks are breathing

Now there is a generation, and then the stars shine"

Yin Ning picked up the copper bowl and water, walked off the stage step by step, walked in front of Feng Jiajia, and handed it to her.

Feng Jiajia looked at him, spread out her little hand and took a sip of the copper bowl. The priest took another step to the left and handed it to the next person.

Until the last person finished drinking. The priest held up the bronze bowl: "Licheng--"

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In the bright underground palace, hundreds of candles are constantly burning. The huge night pearls hanging above the high hall exude a soft light, supporting the light in front of you like day.

"Lord, the priest is ready. "The person who came was dressed in a white robe.

"I see. Kurosawa straightened the cuffs of his white robe with blue-black stripes and gestured to the people around him.

"Lord Chief, people bring it. “

"Xiao Yan, you've been here for a few days, how are you going," his eyes were very bright, more like the bright light of the stars in the night sky than the softness of Ye Huazhu, "Anyway, if there is anything missing, please Haihan." Take him up. ”

The altar was cut out of stone, and there were two flags planted on the platform, Zhong Liyan looked up, the blue-black dragon color rode the night and spread its claws, looking up at the boundless stars, and there were countless rays of light on the black cloth background from the beads in the upper left corner, black and white, covering the flag.

Zhong Liyan was led by a person and walked towards the high platform, and everyone in the audience automatically got out of the way. Among these men, there were men and women, children and old men, all dressed in white robes, some cloth, some silk, some only white, and some inlaid with silk threads. In the inconspicuous corner of the front row, two black figures blend in with the night, out of place with the people here.

His eyes widened, and he walked upwards step by step, looking at him behind his back, there was disdain, ridicule, sympathy, worry, but more, indeed, incomprehensible, hope.

Dugu Hong looked at the weak back in the distance, stretched out his hand to hold him, this hand was immediately suppressed, Kurosawa Ming frowned and shook his head at him.

The priest on the altar was an old woman dressed in a blue-black garment and wearing a silver ring with a bell on her hand. Unlike ordinary priests, she wears a mask of the same color on her face, a blue-black beast-shaped mask to be exact. She kept chanting strange rituals in her mouth, her bent body bouncing back and forth with her wand, and from time to time, she glanced up at the sky.

Zhong Liyan was a little scared, since he was caught here, he was raised with good food and drink. Some people threatened him with their fists, some people spoke ill of him, but more people were friendly to him and took good care of him. But he never thought that these people were treating him sincerely, he couldn't forget, he could never forget, that day, what he had seen, what that person had, the most resolute look in his eyes·······

They laid him down on a flat boulder, stretched his hands and feet, and tied him up with ropes.

The priest lifted his eyes to heaven again, went up to him, and placed a jade container under his hands and feet. She took the handkerchief beside her and moistened it with water, carefully wiped his hands and feet, and kept whispering the words of the sacrifice the whole time. Then, she picked up another handkerchief, stuffed it into Zhong Liyan's mouth, and pulled out a dagger, the blade reflected in the moonlight, and it was reflected on his eyes vividly, and he began to twist his body desperately, whining.